Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Jiang Xia turned off the engine and waited for An Ning to answer the phone.

"Hey - aren't you going to school? Are you here already? Where are you? You damn kid, you're really mad at me. Don't move where you are. Wait for me to pick you up."

Before the phone was hung up, An Ning said anxiously: "Change the car and go to the county!"

"The little genius is here!"

"An Zhichen?"

"Who else could it be?" When An Ning said this, he became angry and jumped out of the car.

"I'm really impressed. One of these two is in retreat, and the other is on a business trip. Come on, I'm scared when I think of him at the station."

Jiang Xia was not slow in his movements. After An Ning opened the door, he quickly drove in and drove away the newly purchased domestic light truck.

An Zhichen, the child of An Guoping and Luo Li, is just nine years old this year.

The little guy's IQ is off the charts. Everyone says he has inherited An Ning. Although his mother's IQ is also very high, this little guy is even higher.

If Luo Li has some peculiar hobbies, at least he chose a harmonious major and doesn't seem so strange.

Then An Zhichen is a representative figure of strangeness.

In the car, An Ning first called An Guoping and Luo Li. When the two knew that their son was looking for An Ning, they had the same reaction.

"Sister, then I'm relieved."

"When the child is with you, I can go to work overtime without any worries."

The two of them hung up the phone at the drop of a hat. They didn't hear what An Ning said at all: I haven't received the baby yet!

Jiang Xia, who was driving, looked at An Ning who was furious and touched her head with one hand.

"They both feel extremely at ease with you."

"Are they relieved? That's called being arrogant!"

An Ning took a deep breath. Even after taking a deep breath, she was still a little on fire.

"Have you noticed that the older you get, the worse your temper becomes? You used to - you weren't as beautiful as you are now. Why are you getting more and more beautiful?"

An Ning gave Jiang Xia a 100% fake smile.

"That wasn't a very clever turn of phrase."

"As long as you are smart in our family."

An Ning was amused by Jiang Xia, and sighed again, feeling some relief from the depression in her heart.

"I'm just scared, a nine-year-old child."

"Believe me, if you meet a kidnapper, the kidnapper will be unable to bear it and send him back."

When An Ning heard this, he shook his head and laughed.

"Actually, this little guy is quite similar to me."

Especially like the childhood of An Ning and the childhood of Star.

The county seat said it was far or near, but it was about 10 minutes away.

When the two finally arrived at the high-speed rail station in the county, An Ning called An Zhichen.

"Where are you?"

"Auntie, I'm at the police station."

An Ning and Jiang Xia went straight to the police station and finally saw the nine-year-old boy.

An Zhichen is not tall, and is even a bit short for his age.

He was wearing a dark blue plaid shirt, a blue bow tie around his neck, and a flannel academic vest outside. He was holding a briefcase in his hand, yes, it was a black briefcase.

Black trousers with straight lines, probably a style that even the old men in the village no longer wear, and a pair of lace-up leather shoes.

The moment he saw An Ning, he put down his handbag very gentlemanly, nodded slightly and bent down towards An Ning.

"Hello, aunt."

"Hello, Uncle."

Jiang Xia first replied: "Hello, long time no see."

"Well - to be precise, it's three months, eighteen days, seven hours and 23 minutes, 18 seconds, oh - 19 seconds, no see. Why did you say a long time? What is the specific limit of a long time in your mouth? ?"

Jiang Xia tugged at the corner of An Ning's clothes, and An Ning gave her a look: You insisted on talking to her.