Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 469 Like

"Ah--ouch--my nose--how do you drive!"

The wretched old man yelled, but the bus driver didn't even pay attention to him. He shouted louder than the old man: "I wonder if you can hold me steady... He's quite old and can't even sit on a bus."

The government driver's tyranny made the old man speechless.

People eat public food, and the public food at this time is so outrageous.

Furthermore, the bus driver was driving normally and no one in the bus fell down except the old man. So what if he didn't recognize him.

The old man covered his nose and suddenly became angry at An Ning.

"That girl, help me."

Probably thinking about the tender little hands he was about to touch, the old man's original anger suddenly turned into anticipation.

Old bastard!

This was the only thought in An Ning's mind.

But just helping people...

"Come on, let me help you."

An Ning is like a naive college student who has just left campus and is not familiar with the world. He has a warm face 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 squealed again, looked at his hands An Ning, and said in a panic and worry: "I forgot, I sewed gloves and forgot to take the needle."

Wearing gloves, An Ning had three embroidery needles firmly inserted into the old man's palm.

"Uncle...please give me back the needle in your hand. Each needle costs several cents."

What An Ning said was sincerity. The old man was panting and trembling with his hands, pointing at An Ning and saying: "Compensate!"

"Ah? Isn't this bad? You still insist on paying me compensation. Is there something wrong with you?"

"Mom!"

An Ning was frightened and backed away in fear, but there was no place to retreat.

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

An Ning, who was hesitant to speak, made the old man feel so angry that he wanted to faint again. This girl must be a fool!

"I said - touch!"

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

Same place, same movement, more strength.

At this time, it can be seen that the bridge of the old man's nose is a bit collapsed, and it is probably broken.

"Get off the bus, get off the bus."

At another bus stop, An Ning waved to the old man and said, "I don't want the needle anymore, take care of yourself."

After saying "take care of yourself", An Ning patted the old man's shoulder with his gloved hand, leaving behind all the embroidery needles.

"Ah--you-you-touch!"

Before the old man shouted, the car started again, and he hit the pole in the middle again.

This time, he was probably a little knocked out, and he was in a daze with stars in his eyes.

The people in the car subconsciously made a small space for the old man. Even if they were standing on other people's feet, they were not willing to be next to this unlucky old man with an infectious disease unknown to outsiders.

The old man suffered a big loss and didn't appear on the bus for a long time.

An Ning, who got off the bus on the other side, walked to the last stop in a happy mood and went to pick up Xiaolang.

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

Yu Zheng was walking behind Xiaolang, muttering: "My little ancestor, have we finished our walk?"

What answered Yu Zheng was Xiaolang's arrogant little eyes and his continued steps forward with his head held high.

An Ning looked at such a humble Yu Zheng and couldn't help but wonder what Xiaolang had done?

"Little wolf!"

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

Yu Zheng stood behind, not in a hurry, just wondering what kind of wolf it was...?

The little wolf rushed into An Ning's arms and glanced at An Ning's leg without a cast.

"Haha, I'm fine, are you happy or not?"

The 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 take you back."

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

"You're so lazy."

An Ning said this and walked forward with her hand in her arms. She said hello to Yu Zheng and prepared to go home first.

"I'll take you back."

"No, it's just a good time to exercise your legs and feet."

An Ning hugged Xiao Lang, said goodbye to Yu Zheng, and walked towards home. She passed by a small food shop and bought some things, saving even food for the night.

Time flies so fast, 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 not working, using backdoors, 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 [-]pm and ends at [-]pm.

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

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

After the song ended, the teacher who taught the two people asked honestly: "With so many people from all over the world in your school, can't you come up with another program?"

An Ning was heartbroken by the old man's question.

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

Mr. Hu, who teaches erhu, said along his beard: "I can't help it. I have been with you for a long time, and the one who is close to the black will be black."

An Ning's eyes widened, she pointed a finger at herself and asked, "Am I Mo?"

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

"Hahahahahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter, a bit reluctant to give up.

Everyone had a great time when Jiang Xia and An Ning were studying here. The most important thing was that they paid.

"This money... I haven't earned enough yet, but with your level, I'm really embarrassed to ask you to spend money to continue your studies."

Mr. Hu sighed with a look on his face: "After learning, I really can't explain it."

Mr. Hu kept saying that the two of them had no talent, and Jiang Xia and An Ning were not angry. This was their daily routine.

It’s not okay for you to complain about me, but I will complain about your lack of money.

We all come and go, and we have been friends for many years.

"It's so lively here."

The pleasant voice and the silent footsteps made it clear that the person coming was Haitang, a famous actor in the theater.

Haitang, who has taken off her makeup, wears a white Tang suit on her upper body, still wears a long gown on her lower body, and wears a pair of black cloth shoes. She looks like a young man from the Republic of China who has read poetry.

Everyone said hello and had a brief chat.

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

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

"You are joking."

"What did I say that made me laugh? You guy, you don't have a word of truth in your mouth. Who wouldn't like that girl An Ning!"

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

When Haitang left, Mr. Hu lamented and did not dare to do anything beyond the rules.

He said that from his perspective, that Jiang Xia was not a simple person.