Ning Yuan thought she wouldn't sleep well, but she slept soundly until she woke up naturally that night.
She didn't open her eyes until sunlight streamed through the leaky roof and fell into them, still half asleep.
The next moment, she saw the empty bed beside her, with only a neatly folded thin blanket.
Rong Zhaonan, who was sleeping next to me, has disappeared.
Ning Yuan snapped back to reality. She sat up instinctively and looked at herself.
Yes, everything is fine, no problem.
She rubbed her round face and sighed, "What am I thinking about?"
She had agreed that Rong Zhaonan was a gentleman, and besides, Boss Rong was indeed that kind of person.
His background and family were top-notch, and besides, in this era, being a hooligan was punishable by death.
However, by the time she realized that some men who seemed like gentlemen were actually hypocrites and beasts in human clothing, it was too late.
Ning Yuan got out of bed, only to find that Rong Zhaonan was not in the cowshed either; he had disappeared early in the morning.
"Strange..." she muttered to herself, and began tidying herself and her room.
Ning Yuan is an extremely clean and tidy person. She used to take on most of the housework at the educated youth settlement.
After tidying up, she took out the cookies for breakfast.
Ning Yuan wasn't sure if Rong Zhaonan had eaten breakfast, so she ate a few pieces herself and left four or five biscuits on the table for Rong Zhaonan.
After two days of eating a fairly intact pack of Evergreen biscuits, there's not much left.
Ning Yuan didn't feel it was a pity at all. Good things should be used on oneself and on people who deserve them, which is better than feeding them to someone like Tang Zhenzhen.
When she finished gathering all the documents and went outside, she saw Rong Zhaonan carrying a basket of grass down the path.
He was still wearing black-rimmed glasses and patched, loose-fitting worker's clothes, which mostly obscured his handsome face.
Upon seeing each other, he nodded: "You're up?"
Ning Yuan was a little uncomfortable, so she coughed lightly: "Ahem, Dr. Rong... um, Zhao... Zhao Nan, you got up quite early."
Although she was so embarrassed she was practically digging her toes into the ground, she now had to get used to calling him by his name so affectionately.
Just imagining that in a few years, this powerful figure in front of her won't be someone anyone can call out to her face, she felt a sense of unreality, like she was floating on air.
Hearing her stammering as she called his name, Rong Zhaonan asked calmly, "Have you had breakfast? Are you going out?"
Ning Yuan smiled and said, "Yes, didn't we agree yesterday that we would go to the county town to get our marriage certificate today? Brother Hua will get the certificate for you. The village team has already prepared the letter of introduction and the necessary documents."
These days, getting a marriage certificate is a casual affair.
Rong Zhaonan adjusted his glasses and asked casually, "When are you coming back?"
Perhaps the meeting place between her and her supplier wasn't in the village, but in the county town?
Ning Yuan shook her head: "I'm not sure, maybe I'll buy something on the way back?"
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "With the ill-gotten gains you made yesterday?"
Ning Yuan scoffed, "Yes, I used the ill-gotten gains I made yesterday to buy things. We're husband and wife. If I use ill-gotten gains, it's the same as you using them too!"
With that, she tossed her braid, turned, and left.
Perhaps because she had been given a second chance at life, her mindset had become much younger, and she was more adept at witty comebacks. She no longer wanted to overthink and be overly cautious like she had in her previous life.
Looking at Ning Yuan's slender and graceful back, Rong Zhaonan fell silent, his eyes cold and dark.
Husband and wife...?
He never imagined that he would suddenly have a little spy as his wife.
It's somewhat "interesting" in this otherwise desolate and bleak life.
...
As agreed, Ning Yuan went directly to the village secretary's house and knocked on the door.
Someone answered from inside the courtyard.
A moment later, the old Party Secretary led out a man in his thirties with a simple and honest face: "Hua Zi, you drive the tractor to take Ning Zhiqing to the county town to pick up pesticides. Be careful on the road."
Hua Zi is a tractor driver in the village, and the old Party Secretary is quite confident in his son's ability to handle things.
Hua Zi nodded honestly: "Dad, don't worry, I will take care of things."
It's just about hauling pesticides and incidentally helping Ning, the educated youth, get her marriage certificate.
Ning Yuan smiled and said, "Brother Hua, you've worked hard."
Looking at Ning Yuan's smiling face, Hua Zi thought to himself that this girl was quite nice, so why did she have to marry Rong Zhaonan, the man who had been sent down to sweep cowsheds?
But he was an introverted person and didn't like to gossip, so he nodded and said, "It's okay, I'll go drive the tractor."
Hua Zi drove Ning Yuan in a tractor to the county town. The villagers looked on with some curiosity, but they didn't ask any questions.
Ning Yuan sat on the tractor, with a late autumn pastoral scene on both sides of the road.
Early autumn in the south is not cold; the mountains and rivers are still green, and a warm breeze carrying the scent of the fields blows in.
Damp and gentle.
The wind seemed to dissipate much of the suffocating dust from her past life from Ning Yuan's heart, and she realized clearly once again—
It's all not a dream, it's so good to be reborn!
Listening to the tractor chugging along, she closed her eyes, letting the wind blow on her face, and smiled softly, with a touch of melancholy.
After more than an hour, when they arrived in the county town, Hua Zi remembered his father's instructions and took Ning Yuan to the marriage office to get their marriage certificate.
The woman handling the paperwork took a sip from her enamel mug, glanced at Ning Yuan and Hua Zi after checking that the documents were complete, and asked, "What are your names?"
This was the first time Ning Yuan had ever lied to this extent, and she instinctively gripped her green cloth backpack tightly: "Ning Yuan."
Hua Zi also replied dryly, "Rong... Rong... Zhaonan."
The clerk checked his ID and discovered that the seemingly rustic "Rong Zhaonan" was actually a sent-down youth from Beijing.
She immediately frowned in disgust and slammed her hand on the table: "You, a sent-down youth, instead of reforming your thinking, how dare you date a fellow educated youth? This is unacceptable!"
Hua Zi started sweating and panicked: "..."
I don't know either!
Ning Yuan glanced at the posters on the wall and had a sudden inspiration.
She suddenly put one hand on her hip and the other in front of her chest, and said righteously—
"As an educated youth responding to the call to support the development of rural areas, I should of course set an example and earnestly encourage the backward elements who have been sent down to the countryside to actively reform their thinking! Is this wrong in contributing to the construction of our country?"
The clerk at the counter said, "...Well, you're a really nice person."
Hua Zi: "..." Yeah, he sounds like a pretty nice person.
Ning Yuan pressed her hands on the table, leaned half her body forward, and stared intently at her eldest sister, as if she would report her for saying the wrong thing.
"I was responding to the call, sacrificing myself for others, and personally reforming backward elements. Tell me, isn't this spirit of sacrifice and dedication right?!"
The woman at the counter immediately got goosebumps from being stared at.
Ah... can selflessness be used like this?
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