Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 290

The tough guy hugged the boy Xiaoshan's head. Xiaoshan struggled unwillingly and was held down by the tough guy's palm. He gradually gave up the struggle and hugged the tough guy's waist, whimpering and choking.

Such a scene made An Ning's nose feel sour.

If she hadn't come here, she wouldn't have a single family member around her.

She has teachers and classmates, but she lacks family members.

An Ning glanced at An Guoming, who was wiping the corners of his eyes pretending to be confused.

He noticed that when An Ning looked over, her back straightened subconsciously, pretending as if nothing had happened.

An Ning was amused, and the sound of snot twitching on the other side made her turn around.

"Old Yu?"

"Huh? It's so touching. I'm too old to see this."

Yu Lao cried without any concealment. He took a dark blue handkerchief and wiped it seriously.

"It's good to show your true feelings."

An Ning looked at Tough Guy and Xiaoshan's father and son.

At this time, Xiaoshan probably felt a little embarrassed. After wiping away his tears, he withdrew from the tough guy's arms and stood aside a little awkwardly.

The corners of the tough guy's eyes were naturally moist, and he looked at his son.For the first time, he realized clearly that he owed his children a lot.

His wife died young, and he had no parents or brothers. He also had no relatives on his grandparents' side in Xiaoshan. He himself was away from home all year round, leaving only his children and Uncle Feng in the capital.

"Xiaoshan, let me ask you, is what Miss An just said true? Are you really there? How did you get it?"

The tough guy looked at An Ning, and An Ning softly uttered two words.

"Control points."

The tough guy then nodded and looked at Xiaoshan.

The boy Xiaoshan recovered from his awkwardness in less than a minute. His mental quality is really very good.

"That's it."

After admitting it, the boy simply let it go.

"Dad, I'm very smart. I also train with Uncle Feng. I will be very good no matter what I do."

"If you let me join the army, I will be the most powerful soldier."

"When the time comes, let's go into battle as father and son, okay?"

The desire in the boy's eyes could even light up the night. He really just wanted to be with his father.

After hearing Xiaoshan's affirmative answer, the tough guy didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

He looked at the hill quietly. The light in the eyes of the hill on the opposite side gradually extinguished and he lowered his head.

"You don't agree, do you?"

Although it was a question, Xiaoshan said it in the affirmative. He knew that he was too familiar with this expression.

"Why? Other children can stay with their parents, why can't I?"

"If you want me to study, I can study in the army. I can just stay at home by myself. I can do anything. I am no longer the little boy who can't take care of myself."

"If you don't believe it, ask Uncle Feng. I know how to cook, wash clothes, and chop firewood. I also learned how to sew clothes..."

As the boy spoke, tears fell down again.

He really didn't understand why he couldn't stay with his father.

Obviously other children can do it.

It should be the simplest thing, why is it so difficult.

The boy's cry made the tough guy feel like needles pricking his heart.

He wanted to, but his troops wouldn't allow it.

He is away from home for ten months of the year and is not in the army at all. Even if his children go there, they will never see him.

"Xiaoshan, listen to me, I can't..."

"I don't want to listen!"

"I don't listen!"

"I do not want to hear!"

Xiaoshan cried, cried and laughed, wiped his eyes hard with his sleeves, and said in a voice with a blocked nose: "I understand, you have a mission, and you are not at home."

"I understand everything, Dad, I really understand."

Xiaoshan looked into the tough guy's eyes and forced a smile on his face.

"I'm not going, Dad."

"Really, I'm not going."

The boy seemed to be shaking his head in an effort to strengthen his credibility.

The tears that were desperately held in the corners of his eyes flew out as he shook his head, and one drop fell accurately on the tough guy's face.

His rough fingers wiped the tears from his face.

At this moment, really this moment, he wanted to give up.

Give up the cause you are fighting for and the motherland you are fighting for.

This thought flashed by and disappeared in an instant.

he can not.

He is not alone.

Behind him are countless comrades and families.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoshan."

The tough guy's apology made Xiao Shan, who was supposed to feel aggrieved, come over to comfort the tough guy.

"No, dad, it's my fault. I shouldn't be like this. I know what you did is good and right."

"Don't be like this. I will never make trouble again. From today on, I will study hard and get into the best university, okay?"

Xiaoshan held the tough guy's head, sniffed hard, and said in the tough guy's ear: "Dad, I will be your pride, just like you are my pride."

The father and son held their heads and cried silently.

"Ah--wuwuwuwu--who the hell can bear this!"

An Guoming stopped pretending and started crying so hard that he couldn't help it even if he wanted to.

Not only could he not hold it back, he was crying so hard that he couldn't even wipe away his tears and snot.

An Ning was originally moved, but after seeing An Guoming burst into tears and looking for paper to wipe his nose everywhere, he was forced not to cry.

"Second brother, here you go."

An Ning took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to An Guoming.

"Hiss-haha, ahhhhh, little sister Heehee."

An Guoming couldn't understand what he was crying and was out of breath. The two protagonists and his son who were crying stopped crying.

In the yard, Mr. Yu, who was not pretending, stopped crying. On the other side, Uncle Feng, who was so moved that he was crying, also stopped.

An Guoming was the only one left in the entire yard.

I don't know whether it was because he touched some switch or because he was holding it in too hard before, but An Guoming couldn't stop crying.

He was sitting on a small bench brought by a small mountain, with a handkerchief full of snot in his hand, talking to An Ning.

"Little sister, I, I, I can't stop anymore."

An Ning wanted to pat An Guoming with one hand, but he was sweating from crying, and his last finger fell on An Guoming's shoulder.

"It's okay, it's okay, just cry, cry, just cry."

An Ning doesn't stop her, she thinks it's not a big problem for a man to cry, it's equivalent to detoxification.

Her second brother had hardly cried since he was a child.

In the yard, other people were waiting for An Guoming quietly, and their cries were particularly prominent.

Xiao Shan stood beside An Ning with his arms around his shoulders, and asked familiarly: "Was it so ugly that I cried just now?"

An Ning turned her head to look at the hill and shook her head.

Seeing that Xiao Shan was about to feel proud, An Ning changed the subject and said, "It's much uglier than him."