Reborn in the 70s, the ascetic soldier dotes on him every night

"Keep your grades steady!" Teacher Liu gave her final instructions.

After getting an affirmative answer from An Yinan, he let the person go.

With special approval from the school, An Yinan went to the library to bring some professional books and stuffed all the textbooks into the space.

Everyone is still in class now, and she is in the dormitory, so there is nothing to avoid.

After packing her things, she wrote a note and pressed it on the table to prevent her roommates and friends from getting anxious.

After she finished doing this, she ran to the principal's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." The principal's calm voice sounded from the office.

An Yinan opened the door and said, "Principal, you are looking for me."

The principal stood up and picked up the coat hanging on the hanger, "Lao Hua told you, right? I'll take you there now. When you get there, don't talk or ask questions. Don't look around."

The principal looked at An Yinan and whispered instructions.

An Yinan calculated the timeline and roughly knew who this person was.

"I know."

The principal smiled and nodded, "You are a smart child, but your IQ must be used wisely."

An Yinan understood that the principal was beating himself up.

He is also an elder and is afraid that his path will go astray, so he said these words at an inappropriate time.

There are always some people who want to make bad faces, and Lao Hua is not happy, so let him do it. The principal sighed silently in his heart.

"I know." An Yinan smiled, showing no disgust, not even a trace of complaint or arrogance.

This performance made the principal a little unsure.

"Do you really know?" The principal was walking in front, but then turned back and asked uncertainly.

An Yinan couldn't laugh or cry, "I really know."

She is not a twenty-year-old girl. She has experienced pain and poverty as well as wealth and prosperity in these two lives, but she is still just her.

In that era of busy traffic, her mind had already settled.

This is also the reason why Chinese language has been promoted and does not need to be beaten.

The principal drove the car without a driver this time. An Yinan sat in the passenger seat, holding a book and reading seriously.

The principal saw her look and thought, maybe he really heard her.

The two of them drove for forty minutes before they arrived at the place.

"The car can't go in." Someone stopped two people and asked them to get out of the car and check.

An Yinan had nothing but a book on her body.

After a female soldier came to search, she was asked to register.

"This way, please." A middle-aged man in his forties, with a smile on his face, led the two people over.

The three of them walked a long way, and there were people watching along the way.

It can be said that there are three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry.

An Yinan confirmed his suspicion.

"Boss, you haven't rested yet." As soon as the middle-aged man entered the room, he saw the old man sitting at the desk, with the lamp on and flipping through the documents in his hand.

When the old man heard what the middle-aged man said, he was not angry, but said with a smile, "As we get older, we sleep less. How can we have so much sleep?"

The middle-aged man walked over, put away the documents, and then turned off the desk lamp.

For a moment, both of them were speechless.

The old man was very gentle and kind. This kind of kindness was revealed in his bones, as if he had already seen the whole world.

"Are you Comrade Xiao An?" The old man walked to the sofa and said with a smile when he saw An Yinan next to the principal.

"Hello, leader, I am An Yinan." An Yinan's face was solemn, and his eyebrows were serious.

The old man laughed and said, "Stop standing. Sit down. I like to chat with children."

An Yinan looked at the principal aside. The principal smiled and led An Yinan to sit on the sofa.

"Lao Hua often mentioned you to me. I've always wanted to meet you, but conditions didn't allow it." The old man's expression was very indifferent. When he saw An Yinan sitting in a dignified manner, he smiled and shook his head.

"Don't be so nervous, I don't eat people!" the old man made a joke.

An Yinan raised his head, looked at the old man's face, and smiled.

"You are a Bodhisattva, how can you eat people?" An Yinan said.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"You react quickly!"

An Yinan shook his head, "It's not that I react quickly, it's just that I have some ideas that are deeply ingrained."

This person changed the ten-year revolution, and this person had a profound impact on the country's education, economy, and technological development in history.

"Haha!" the old man smiled happily.

"I can't blame Lao Hua for mentioning you. He likes you and resents you at the same time. Now I seem to understand." The old man nodded at An Yinan.

An Yinan shook his head, "The old man hates iron for not being able to become steel, which means I haven't worked hard enough."

The old man smiled, but did not respond.

Instead, he asked the middle-aged man to pour tea for the two of them.

"This is a gift from one of my students. You guys have a taste, drink it, and take some back home later." The old man said.

An Yinan's eyes lit up, "That junior would be disrespectful."

After hearing what An Yinan said, the principal's hands shook slightly.

Classmate An, Ancestor An, I let you have a smooth road, I didn’t ask you to dig a graveyard for us directly at the end of the road!

The old man was also stunned for a moment, and then looked at An Yinan sadly.

"Not bad!" The old man only had two words, but these two words had an unparalleled evaluation.

An Yinan smiled and shook her head. She was not complimenting or throwing temper tantrums.

But she seemed to be able to feel the old man's loneliness, which was a wonderful feeling.

Seeing the old man sitting there, turning over the paper in his hand, it seemed that he was not a person, but an obsession.

An obsession with family, country and world.

In his heart, there is no self, only the people.

"Feng Zhong." The old man shouted.

The middle-aged man walked out and stood behind the old man respectfully, "Leader."

The old man said calmly, "Wrap two bags of tea leaves and bring them back to the little comrade later."

"Okay, leader." After listening to the instructions, Feng Zhong left with a smile.

The old man looked at the principal and shook his head with disapproval, "You guys are too cowardly."

The principal nodded, "But we are only able to survive until now because we are timid."

The old man sighed, remembering the past.

"Ahem." The old man started coughing, and from the beginning, he seemed unable to stop, as if he would not stop until his lungs came out.

An Yinan didn't move. The person in front of him was not an ordinary person.

A group of special people are responsible for his food and clothing, and whether she uses a silver needle or needs a subsidy, she needs to go through layers of approval.

"Are you okay?" An Yinan asked.

The old man waved his hand, "It's an old problem, it's okay."