Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 469
"Ah—whoops—my nose—how do you drive!"

The wretched old man was yelling, but the bus driver didn't even pay attention, he yelled louder than the old man: "I don't know how to stand up... I'm so old that I can't even sit in a car."

The overbearing of the official driver made the old man speechless.

People eat public meals, and the public meals at this time are so outrageous.

Besides, the bus driver drove normally, and no one in the bus fell down except the old man, so what if he didn't recognize it.

The old man held his nose, and suddenly became angry with An Ning.

"That girl, help me."

Probably because he was thinking about touching the tender little hand, the old man's original anger suddenly turned into anticipation.

Old color blank!
This was the only thought in An Ning's heart.

But help people...

"Come on, let me help you."

An Ning is like a naive college student who has just left campus and is ignorant of the world. He looks enthusiastic and stretches out his hand as if it is his duty to help others.

"Ah - what the hell, it stabbed me to death!"

The old man groaned again, looked at his hands peacefully, and said in a panic and worried way: "I forgot, I sewed gloves, and I forgot the needle."

An Ning, who was wearing gloves, had three embroidery needles in her palm, which stuck firmly into the old man's palm.

"Grandpa...you give me back the needle in your hand, it costs a few cents apiece."

What An Ning said was sincere, the old man panted and shook his hands, pointed at An Ning and said, "Losing money!"

"Ah? Isn't this bad? You still insist on paying me money, do you have a disease in your blood?"

"Mom!"

An Ning was terrified, and retreated in fright, but there was no place to retreat.

"Is it contagious? I don't want the needle anymore. I'll give it to you. It's really..."

An Ning, who hesitated to speak, made the old man faint again from anger, this girl is probably a fool!

"I said—touch!"

Before the old man could finish his sentence, the bus braked and he fell down again.

Same place, same movement, more strength.

At this time, the bridge of the old man's nose could be seen to have collapsed a bit, probably due to a fracture.

"Get out of the car, get out of the car."

Another bus stop, An Ning waved to the old man, "I don't want the needle anymore, take care."

Following the sound of "Take care", An Ning patted the old man's shoulder with a gloved hand, leaving behind all the embroidery needles.

"Ah-you you you-touch!"

Before the old man yelled out, the car started up again, and he hit the support pole in the middle again.

This time, probably he himself was a little dizzy, staring at him, and in a daze.

The people in the car subconsciously gave up a small space for the old man. Even if they were standing on other people's feet, they were unwilling to be next to this unlucky old man who had an infectious disease unknown to outsiders.

The old man suffered from being dumb and hadn't appeared on the bus for a long time.

An Ning, who got off the bus on the other side, walked happily to the last stop to pick up the little wolf.

Coincidentally, on the way, she met Yu Zheng who was walking the little wolf.

Yu Zheng walked behind the little wolf, muttering: "My little ancestor, have we finished our walk?"

The answer to Yu Zheng was Xiao Lang's arrogant eyes and continued to move forward with his head held high.

An Ning looked at Yu Zheng who was so humble, and couldn't help wondering what the little wolf was doing?

"Little wolf!"

With a cry, Yu Zheng felt the rope in his hand suddenly gain strength, slipped from his palm, and rushed forward.

Standing behind, Yu Zheng was not in a hurry, but was just wondering what kind of breed it was....wolf?
The little wolf rushed into An Ning's arms, and looked twice at An Ning's leg without plaster.

"Hehe, I'm fine, happy or not."

Little Wolf ignored An Ning at all, found a comfortable position in her arms, and lay down.

"Hey, what do you mean, I won't carry you back."

No matter what An Ning said, the little wolf was like a puddle of mud and couldn't get down.

"You are so lazy."

An Ning spoke, walked forward with her arms in her arms again, greeted Yu Zheng, and prepared to go home first.

"I'll take you back."

"No, it's just a matter of exercising your legs and feet."

An Ning hugged the little wolf, said goodbye to Yu Zheng, and walked towards home, passing by a small food shop along the way, buying something, and even saving dinner for the evening.

Time flies, and the New Year's Day party is tonight.

In the past two days, there have been more and more news about An Ning's program being bad, going through the back door, and bullying people. Those who want to believe it believe it, and those who don't want to believe it naturally don't believe it.

The New Year's Day party starts at seven o'clock in the evening and ends at nine o'clock.

An Ning was not in a hurry, and had been practicing the coordination of erhu and suona in the theater.

In the theater, An Ning and Jiang Xia cooperated fairly well, but their musical accomplishments were really not high.

After the song ended, the master who taught the two asked honestly: "Your school, with so many people from all over the world, can't you come up with other programs?"

An Ning was heartbroken when asked by the old man.

"Uncle Hu, you are too...honest."

Mr. Hu, who teaches the erhu, followed his beard and said, "I can't help it. I've been with you for a long time. If you get close to ink, you will be dark."

An Ning opened her eyes wide, pointed at herself with a finger and asked, "I'm Mo?"

Jiang Xia on the side interjected, "It can also be black."

"Hahahahahaha!"

Everyone roared with laughter, a bit reluctant.

When Jiang Xia and An Ning were studying here, everyone had a good time, and the most important thing was that they paid for it.

"This money...I haven't earned enough, but at your level, I'm really embarrassed to let you spend money to continue learning."

Mr. Hu said with a sigh: "After learning the lesson, I really can't explain it."

Hu Lao said in a different way that the two have no talent, and Jiang Xia and An Ning are not angry, this is already their daily routine.

You can't complain about me, but I can't complain about you having no money.

Everyone you come and go, it is already a friend who forgets the year.

"It's so lively here."

With a pleasant voice and silent footsteps, you don't need to look to know that the person coming is Haitang, a famous actor in the theater.

Begonia, who has already removed her make-up, wears a white Tang suit on her upper body, a gown-like gown on her lower body, and a pair of black cloth shoes on her feet, like a son of the Republic of China who has read a lot of poetry and books.

We greeted each other and chatted.

When the time came, An Ning and Jiang Xia left with their respective instruments.

Mr. Hu, who was playing the erhu, looked at Haitang who was still watching, patted his shoulder with one hand and said, "If you like it, go after it."

"You are joking."

"What did I say to make me laugh, you bastard, there is no truth in your mouth, who would not like that girl An Ning!"

Mr. Hu yelled a few words reluctantly, and Haitang smiled slightly: "Some likes don't have to be expressed in words."

When Haitang left, Mr. Hu sighed, but he didn't dare to do anything beyond the rules.

In other words, that Jiang Xia, in his eyes, is not a simple person.

(End of this chapter)