Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

An Ning, who came back from country Y, fulfilled her words and rejuvenated the country through science and technology.

The researchers' leaders were shocked. Going abroad was so exciting?

Do we need to arrange more times?

After all, An Ning works hard!

Never be late, never leave early, and work overtime from time to time!

Is this still the peace he knows?

An Ning's weird behavior was reported immediately, and leader Zhao came to pay attention. After talking to An Ning, he laughed heartily, left happily, and told the director of the institute two words: support!

100% support, unconditional support!

An Ning has been busy for more than two months, and no one knows what she has done or what projects she has done. If you ask, it will be kept secret.

Even the dean of researchers doesn't know, because what An Ning wants is too many and complicated, and he can't guess or deduce it at all.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, An Ning finally puts aside what he is doing and prepares to return to his hometown.

This time, everyone has to go back because this year is the big festival.

To pay homage to the ancestors of the An family, all the An family members should go back.

An Guoming's family of three returned on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the day of the Little New Year.

An Ning was a few days late and returned on the 26th of the twelfth lunar month. It snowed again, so she and Jiang Xia chose to take the express train back.

The express train only takes three and a half hours from Beijing to her home, which is really convenient.

The most important thing is that the rapid train station is not far from her home, which is very convenient.

Yu Zheng sent the two of them to the train station. An Ning and Jiang Xia didn't have much luggage, each had a small box and a backpack.

Wait for the bus, check in, get on the bus, and find your seat.

Jiang Xia put the box on the luggage rack above and sat side by side with An Ning.

"Give."

Jiang Xia took out a jar from his backpack, which contained various dried fruits that he had made himself. They were all natural and had no additives.

Just perfect as a snack.

"Ah."

An Ning took one and put it in her mouth. It was sour and sweet, very appetizing.

The train left on time, and everything outside the window was moving backwards, faster and faster.

An Ning kept eating snacks and looking at the scenery outside the window, but her mind was full of symbols and calculations.

Next to her, Jiang Xia was wearing headphones on her ears, listening to the content on her phone, and was fed a piece of dried fruit by An Ning from time to time, feeling very contented.

There are fewer seats on express trains, just single row seats, which are relatively quiet, but talking is not allowed.

Not long after the car was driving, a baby's cry sounded, followed closely by the mother's patient coaxing voice.

But no matter how much the mother coaxes her, the baby keeps crying, won't eat or sleep, and just cries.

"I beg you, please stop crying, please! I beg you!"

"What do you want from me! What do you want from me?"

This mother was on the verge of collapse, but the baby was only four or five months old. People around her were still very considerate. Some enthusiastic people even stood up to help her comfort the baby.

"Mommy mommy--"

At this time, another child who was sleeping next to him was awakened by the baby's crying. The three-year-old boy also started crying because he wanted to be held by his mother.

It turns out that it is not easy for this mother to take care of two small children by herself.

An older aunt helped the mother hold the baby who was only a few months old. The mother held back her tears and said thank you, then turned around to hug another little boy.

The little boy is also at the age where he needs his mother. He doesn't want to let go after this hug, but the baby cries even harder, his whole face is red from crying, and his voice is about to become hoarse.

"Dabao, please give me a hug, my little sister. My sister is crying so sadly, please give me a hug!"

"No - I want my mother - I want my mother - I don't want my sister!"

In a strange environment, the little boy's fear can only be solved by crying, and he only wants his mother.

The woman looked at the boy and the girl in a dilemma, then ruthlessly took off the boy's hand, pressed him on the chair, and gave him a jar of his favorite snacks.

"Dabao, eat this, you like it the most."

"I do not want--"

The boy lost his temper and scattered snacks all over the floor.

At this time, the conductor and conductor came over.

Everyone was in a hurry to help coax the baby, and even the train conductor began to doubt the woman's identity and verified her ID card for a long time.

The woman was holding back her anger, but she still hugged the girl back and tried to coax her. The more she coaxed her, the more she wanted to cry. Finally, she couldn't help but shed tears.

"It's over! This is a public place, not your home. You can't take care of your own children, so what are they doing to eat?"

Finally, someone couldn't stand the crying of the child and shouted loudly.

The person who had been helping next to him was also upset, but it was not incomprehensible.

"Why are you making such a fuss? What does a child of a few months know? Who's child doesn't cry or make noises?"

"You are a good person, why are you taking the train when you are crying? Why are you taking the train when you know your child is disobedient! Isn't this disgusting!"

There was a quarrel.

At the beginning of the quarrel, there may not be much anger, but as soon as we talk, the incident escalates.

The man who cursed had already stood up and gestured at the person who was speaking to the woman, as if he wanted to hit him.

The train conductor stood in the middle, and after persuading this and that, his voice almost broke.

"Calm down, everyone, calm down."

"Don't make a noise, don't make a noise——"

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaible"

"Mommy mommy---"

Arguments, quarrels, babies crying, clamoring for mother, all the voices gathered together became the last straw for a woman.

"why why---"

"Stop crying, okay—please—stop crying!"

With a scream, stop crying, the woman threw the baby girl in her hand on the chair. She turned around and slapped the crying boy, just on the back.

"Stop shouting! Please stop shouting, please—"

After the woman slapped him, she slowly knelt down on two legs, hugged the boy and broke down crying.

The girl who was thrown on the chair cried even harder.

A woman's cry is heartbreaking, a cry of collapse, a cry of hopelessness.

But this kind of crying only lasted for about one minute. The woman wiped away her tears, knelt down and kowtowed to the dissatisfied man.

"sorry Sorry sorry!"

Every apology is accompanied by a sincere kowtow.

When the woman was pulled over by the person next to her, red and bruised blood oozed from her forehead.

The cursing man opened his mouth several times but didn't know what to say. Finally he said in a loud voice: "Bad luck! I'm in bad luck."

The man raised his collar and tried to cover his ears. The enthusiastic aunt next to him looked at the woman distressedly and said, "Next time, don't carry two of them by yourself. It's not easy."

The woman raised her head dullly, her eyes fell on her backpack, and she said mechanically: "What should I do if I am the only one?"