Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 1256

Chapter 1256: Chapter 1129: She Also Wants to Cry!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye...

In the small hours before dawn, the streetlights were still on. Amid the swirling snowflakes, Zhou Jiao hugged her three sons one by one and watched them salute and leave.

Ever since she came into this world, she had always felt winters were bitterly cold; only this year did she realize there was another kind of cold, unprecedented, that froze all the way down to the depths of her heart.

On this winter dawn, she sent her sons off to war with laughter.

Tears?

Tears are the cornerstone of sorrow.

Even if her nose stung and somewhere inside she wanted to howl and scream to vent it all, she refused to let them carry any extra worry with them, and she found it inauspicious as well.

Her sons would definitely carry her blessings with them and return triumphant!

Zhou Jiao forced herself to throw her energy into the end-of-year bustle, using busyness to smother the anxiety in her heart, but every time the night grew deep and quiet, what she thought of madly were all the little moments from her children’s lives, from the time they were small till now.

Zhou Xiaozheng was busy, and Zhang Guoqing was no less busy than him.

Zhou Jiao no longer remembered how many times she had seen them recently; on the rare nights when they came home late, by the next morning they were gone again, though the number of notes left behind had increased a lot.

On New Year’s Eve this year, the seven members of the family were scattered in different places. Even Miao Lishan was so busy she couldn’t come home at noon. In Aunt Chen’s words, it was fortunate at least that she could keep Zhou Jiao company.

Zhou Jiao didn’t know whether her mother had sensed that the children had gone to the front. She hadn’t said anything, and Zhou Jiao herself had not taken out the letters that the Ping An Brothers had specially prepared for home.

In these days when thousands of households were reunited, the Big Courtyard was quiet as a tomb; it seemed that even the firecrackers set off by little children couldn’t drive away the heavy atmosphere.

On the fifth day of the New Year, Zhang Guoqing, with her instructions in mind, left with the troops in the small hours, just like the Ping An Brothers had done.

The army had issued orders in advance: from the moment first-level combat readiness was enacted, no one was allowed to send letters home, to prevent any leakage of military secrets.

With them gone like this, as a military family member, Zhou Jiao knew that in the days ahead she would probably only be able to get a bit of news from her father’s mouth now and then.

In this city of Beijing, aside from her parents, all the most important people in the world to her had gone to the front. She didn’t know what meaning there was in her staying here.

Right after the Lantern Festival, a commentary titled "What Can Be Tolerated, What Cannot" came out and shook the whole Shen Zhou.

It was also from 4:30 a.m. that very day that our troops massed at the border, from two provinces in the South, formally launched self-defensive counterattacks against the enemy forces that had invaded our national territory.

On this day, the world outside was a hubbub of noise, blood running hot with fervor, while inside, after Miao Lishan came home from work, she could no longer hold up and collapsed on the living room floor.

"I pinched her awake and then she went back to her room. She won’t let me call the hospital. Go and take a look—she won’t say a word and won’t even drink a spoonful of porridge."

"Don’t alarm my dad."

Rushing back in haste, after giving that instruction, Zhou Jiao didn’t bother to say more to Aunt Chen and pushed open the bedroom door. Faced with her mother lying on the bed, the pillow wet, she didn’t know how she should comfort her.

She wanted to cry too!

Zhou Jiao took off her coat and shoes, got onto the bed, and held her tightly, gently patting her mother’s closed eyes. The only words she kept repeating were: "It’s okay, it’s okay..."

She wasn’t just comforting her grieving mother—she was comforting herself even more.

Miao Lishan put her arms around her in return, burying her face in her daughter’s shoulder and letting out wave after wave of stifled sobs.

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