Ning Yuan was taken aback, then angrily pushed him: "Don't think you can bully people just because you're tall!"
Rong Zhaonan grabbed her wrist: "I just want to make things clear to you. I admit that what you said makes some sense objectively."
Is it really necessary for this little spy to get so angry?
Her anger was so intense that it didn't seem like it was directed at him alone, but rather like she was taking out her anger on someone else on him.
"Whether it's objective or subjective, what I said makes sense. Speaking sarcastically won't solve anything, and it's also very hurtful!"
Ning Yuan raised her voice, pulling her hand back with a mixture of grievance and annoyance.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her and suddenly said out of the blue, "Okay, I will improve my way of speaking in the future."
Ning Yuan was taken aback. Looking at Rong Zhaonan's expression, she suddenly calmed down, as if she had been splashed with a glass of water.
Although what I said was correct, I overreacted.
Rong Zhaonan is not Li Yan, not even the current Li Yan, and he should not bear the wrath and resentment from her.
She owes Rong Zhaonan nothing, and Rong Zhaonan owes her nothing.
I felt really wronged in my marriage in my previous life, and I accumulated a lot of resentment.
However, she has been reborn; that was her past self. She shouldn't bring those negative emotions into this life and be controlled by them!
What's the difference between that and living in a painful past?
Ning Yuan rubbed her temples to calm herself down: "I'm sorry, I probably just remembered some bad memories from home and I reacted too emotionally... Anyway, it's good that we can reach a consensus to talk things out."
After she finished speaking, she walked around Rong Zhaonan and continued walking forward with the flashlight in her hand.
Rong Zhaonan watched her retreating figure, then slowly followed after her, lost in thought.
The two have been living together for some time now, and the little spy is a very stable and tolerant person most of the time.
Several outbursts occurred when someone bullied her or 'bullied' him.
This is the first time I've felt so bad while I'm with him.
What kind of memories, and what kind of person, made her lose control like that?
...
That night, the two men returned to the cowshed and remained silent.
Rong Zhaonan was not a talkative person to begin with; it was usually Ning Yuan who initiated the conversation.
This time, Ning Yuan also quieted down, silently washing up, reading, and going to bed.
The room was very quiet.
This silence lasted for three days until the fourth day, when Ning Yuan returned home and saw a figure standing at the door with his hands behind his back.
She was once the largest shareholder in the village, um, the landlady—Grandma Xia.
Ning Yuan was taken aback: "Grandma Xia, what brings you here? Is Grandpa Tang feeling unwell? I haven't gone to the river to check the shrimp traps yet today. I'll bring you some fish and shrimp later."
Grandma Xia walked over with her hands behind her back, nodding in satisfaction: "Hmm, you do have some sense. Go ahead and bring more big fish. You young people have good eyesight, so it's easy for you to pick out the bones from small fish. It's different for us old folks."
Ning Yuan couldn't help but chuckle: "Alright, alright, come with me."
In the past, she would definitely have confronted this old woman who was using moral blackmail; she was just a bad person who had grown old.
But after hearing about the old lady's life story, she understood that this "overbearing and domineering" attitude was a protective shell that Grandma Xia had developed after experiencing too many hardships.
Ning Yuan picked out two fish and the only net bag of river shrimp for her: "Grandma, how do you want to cook the river shrimp? Should we stir-fry them with chives or make porridge?"
Grandma Xia looked at the two fish in Ning Yuan's hands, which were indeed the biggest ones. A complicated look flashed in her eyes as she glanced at Ning Yuan, and she said with a smirk, "Stir-fry them, they'll be delicious!"
Ning Yuan excitedly picked a bunch of wild chives for her: "Here you go."
Grandma Xia didn't take it, saying rudely, "Just take it to me. I'm too old for this to carry it myself."
Ning Yuan watched the old lady walk away with her hands behind her back, smiled helplessly, and followed her.
It's no big deal to cook a meal for Grandpa Tang and the others.
When they arrived at the mud-brick house, Old Tang watched as Ning Yuan took the initiative to help wash and prepare the vegetables until the meal was ready.
She had set out the food and was about to leave when Old Tang smiled and waved to her: "Xiao Yuan, would you like to have dinner with this old man?"
Ning Yuan was taken aback, only then noticing that Grandma Xia had brought in another bowl and chopsticks, a perfectly intact white-glazed porcelain bowl.
"I won't keep you for dinner," she said, waving her hand.
"Just sit down and eat, why are you talking so much?" Grandma Xia glared at her, and when she saw that she was disobedient, she was about to hit her on the head with her chopsticks.
Ning Yuan said dryly, "Okay, okay, I'll eat it, but I should tell Rong Zhaonan first."
She finished work early today; Rong Zhaonan hadn't brought the cow back yet.
Grandma Xia immediately tapped her on the forehead with her chopsticks: "You brat, if you have a problem with this, tell him to come find me!"
Ning Yuan rubbed her slightly sore forehead and quickly nodded, "Okay, okay!"
No wonder she didn't notify Rong Zhaonan.
Old Tang glanced at Granny Xia, somewhat surprised: "You didn't wait for Zhao Nan to come back and tell him?"
Grandma Xia rolled her eyes: "Where do old people wait for young people?"
Old Tang didn't dare say anything about his wife's willfulness, and nodded to Ning Yuan: "Xiao Yuan, please sit down."
Ning Yuan sat down and ate her meal obediently.
Grandma Xia looked at her and suddenly asked, "Is the food delicious?"
Ning Yuan saw Grandma Xia tapping her palm with chopsticks and immediately nodded, "Delicious, your cooking is delicious."
Just don't knock her on the head.
Grandma Xia asked again, "Is the porridge delicious?"
Ning Yuan nodded vigorously: "Delicious."
Grandma Xia continued, "My husband wants to take you as his student, is that alright?"
Ning Yuan nodded again: "What's delicious?!"
She looked at Grandma Xia in disbelief, then at Old Man Tang.
Did she hear that right?
Grandma Xia glared at her: "What, you agreed and now you want to go back on your word? You look down on us reformers?"
Ning Yuan immediately shook her head, holding the bowl and chopsticks somewhat flustered: "No, no, it's just too sudden. Professor Tang, are you really willing to take me as a student? I... I only completed junior high school and one year of high school, and you are a professor at Fudan University..."
She had a low level of education in her previous life, but she was old. These days, there are plenty of people who go into factories after graduating from elementary school.
After the reform and opening up, college students were considered the pride of heaven, bringing honor to their ancestors.
Things gradually changed after universities began expanding their enrollment around 1999.
She wants to make up for the regret of not having studied in her previous life, but can she really keep up?
"Smack!" Suddenly, a chopstick hit Ning Yuan on the forehead.
Ning Yuan almost burst into tears.
Grandma Xia rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky: "Inferiority complex is a disease, it needs to be cured. You're giving up before you've even started learning, you brat, you deserve a beating!"
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