Rong Zhaonan paused, looked at the girl beside him, and smiled: "Okay."
Ning Yuan looked around and saw that everyone there was either taking a walk or riding their bikes home from get off work in a hurry.
She smiled slightly, quietly reached out, and took his long, slender hand in hers: "Thank you!"
Rong Zhaonan paused, looked down at her, and met her smiling eyes, which were brightly reflected in the last rays of the sunset.
That bright spot was like a warm flame burning in his heart, a flame that could burn for a lifetime.
He glanced at the neighborhood committee aunties and uncles wearing red armbands who were strolling around not far away after finishing their meal.
He gently turned his face away, but couldn't help but tighten his grip on her small hand, and said with a light laugh, "No need to thank me, you're my wife."
Ning Yuan lowered her head, a smile involuntarily curving her lips: "I'm going to buy some goods, are you going to be my porter?"
This is the first time I've realized that the feeling of feeling like you've drunk honey water, as described in books, is actually real.
I never knew that holding hands with someone you like wouldn't be frowned upon; on the contrary, it would make you very happy.
I never knew before how addictive it is to be cared for and pampered...
Rong Zhaonan warmly grasped her small hand and said calmly, "No problem, as long as Boss Ning can afford the payment."
Ning Yuan's big eyes flashed, and she looked at his handsome and aloof face with a clever look. Suddenly, she beckoned to him with her finger: "No problem, I'll give you a deposit first, okay?"
So this is what normal dating is like...
That decades-long marriage in her past life, where she never held hands, kissed, or hugged, turned out to be nothing more than a legal birth procedure, having nothing to do with her joys and sorrows.
Or perhaps in her past life, her husband wanted to kiss, hold hands, and hug someone who wasn't her.
But now, her heart is no longer covered with the dust of time and years; she is old and frail.
She is Ning Yuan, who is 21 years old!
Rong Zhaonan was taken aback. He knew she was up to no good, but he was still captivated by her overly beautiful eyes and lowered his head: "What deposit..."
The words had barely left my mouth when I felt a soft, damp touch on my face—"Smack!"
A soft, sweet kiss landed on his face.
On the street, Rong Zhaonan froze instantly, feeling as if everyone around him was staring at him.
Only the girl in front of him was chuckling smugly, like a mouse that had just stolen oil.
Then, I heard a sharp, angry shout from an older woman behind me—
"What are those two young people doing up there? Holding hands and being affectionate in the street, acting like hooligans! They're corrupting public morals, come with me to the neighborhood committee!!"
Before Rong Zhaonan could react, Ning Yuan pulled him forward while laughing, saying, "Are you stupid? Run away!!"
Rong Zhaonan's handsome face froze for a moment, then he took the initiative, grabbed Ning Yuan's hand and ran forward. The two of them ran all the way.
"Still trying to run? Grab those two thugs!"
The neighborhood committee aunties and uncles chased after him, cursing and swearing, and the young man was also called a "hooligan"!
On a winter street in 1979, a young man and a young woman holding hands and kissing each other on the cheek in public—what else could it be but public indecent behavior?
"Pfft... Haha... How about it... Are you satisfied with the deposit you received... You little rascal?" Ning Yuan asked, panting from running, but couldn't help but laugh.
"Ning Yuan—!" Rong Zhaonan shouted through gritted teeth as he ran.
He'd always been the one chasing the enemy his whole life; this was the first time he'd ever been chased so pathetically by his own people!
But as the cold night wind blew by, and under the astonished gazes of passersby, the petite girl, her round face flushed red, laughed so happily, her skirt fluttering: "Haha..."
Even though she was being chased by dogs, she seemed to have encountered something that made her incredibly happy.
Rong Zhaonan felt as if the laughter had infected him, and unable to suppress his annoyance, he couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile as well.
"You female hooligan... how dare you say that!" he muttered under his breath, but he pulled her even tighter, half-dragging her along with him.
The two of them, like mischievous middle school students, dragged and pulled themselves along as they ran.
Running hand in hand through the streets of Shanghai in 1979 felt like running through many years of time...
"Don't let us catch you two brats again! We'll get your school to discipline you!"
The neighborhood committee members, wearing red armbands, watched from afar as the young couple rushed into the back gate of Fudan University and disappeared in an instant. They were so angry that they bent over, panting and jumping up and down.
Although he was cursing, he didn't actually chase after them.
Fudan University students... really, whose kids are so inconsiderate!
Forget it, the student is immature, it wouldn't be good if he really got a demerit and it went into his file.
The uncles and aunties shook their heads and muttered to themselves as they left.
...
Rong Zhaonan dragged Ning Yuan along as they ran into the school's grove.
Ning Yuan finally couldn't take it anymore, panting heavily: "Huff...no...don't run anymore, they're not chasing us anymore."
Rong Zhaonan then took a deep breath and released his grip.
Ning Yuan bent over, leaning against a tree and panting heavily, stealing glances at Rong Zhaonan's flushed, pale face as he glared at her.
She couldn't help but laugh: "Haha... Why are you glaring at me... You've already received the deposit... Ahem!"
Oh my goodness, she was so tired from running, even though she was wearing little leather shoes and a skirt!
Rong Zhaonan had no problem running this section, she just had to catch her breath for a while, but she looked like she was about to sit down on the ground.
He couldn't help but grab her and say, "You just finished a long-distance sprint, don't sit on the ground, all that military training was for nothing!"
Ning Yuan suddenly climbed onto his waist and looked up at him, saying, "My feet hurt, Rong Zhaonan."
It's so unfair! He ran, and she ran, both of them sprinting like they were doing the 100-meter dash.
He blushed for a moment, took a couple of breaths, and then returned to normal.
Rong Zhaonan acted faster than he thought; his cool brows furrowed, and he subconsciously squatted down to touch her ankle: "Did you twist it? Take your shoes off..."
But Ning Yuan didn't make him bend down. Instead, she cupped his face in her hands and suddenly said, "Rong Zhaonan, thank you."
Rong Zhaonan was taken aback and looked at her. The light in the woods was too dim, and she was backlit, so he couldn't see her expression.
But her voice was somewhat hoarse, as if it contained a great deal of emotion.
A look of confusion flashed in Rui Feng's eyes as he gently tightened his arms around her waist: "Ning Yuan..."
The next moment, he felt her hand slide down his neck to the back of his head, and then she pressed him towards her.
Then, on her thin lips, she experienced the soft, fragrant taste of a young woman's lips.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing and hugging him somewhat awkwardly.
Thank you, Rong Zhaonan.
No matter how many changes the future holds, or whether we can weather the storms together until we grow old.
But at least, I'm really happy to be with you right now.
Thank you, and thank you to myself.
I finally have the chance to save Ning Yuan, who was trapped in a dark time in her previous life at the age of twenty-one.
Let her know that a good love is something that can help each other achieve happiness and make people feel good.
That was a taste that even the aged Ning Yuan had longed for, but never knew in her lifetime.
Let her step out of her dark and oppressive marriage and life.
Most of us, perhaps, spend our entire lives struggling only to save our past selves from being ordinary and powerless to fight against suffering.
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