"What's wrong..." Ning Yuan was startled and shivered, subconsciously looking at Rong Zhaonan.
Even though he was tall, thin, and refined, she felt a sense of oppression from him.
The man released his grip on her, lowered his head, and let his bangs fall onto his glasses, obscuring his eyes: "I'm helping you pack your luggage. Your things are scattered?"
While you're at it, check what's in her luggage; she might have hidden something last night.
He had no choice but to leave as soon as she took off her clothes last night.
I hugged her just now, and she doesn't have much muscle; she doesn't look like she's worked out.
The man in front of her reverted to his usual cold, sullen, and 'honest' demeanor.
Ning Yuan was taken aback. The chilling feeling of a blade grazing her skin was just her imagination.
"Thank you, I'm sorry to have troubled you!" She could only look down awkwardly at her luggage scattered all over the floor.
Her tattered suitcase had come apart during the fight with Wang Jianhua.
Some things had rolled into the ditch, so the two of them went to collect them.
Fortunately, there weren't many things. Ning Yuan picked through them for a while and found that it was almost done.
but……
"Here you go." A long, slender hand handed over two old white bras.
Ning Yuan's face instantly turned bright red, oh my god...
She frantically grabbed the bra, not even bothering to brush off the grass on it, and haphazardly stuffed it into the box.
But the next moment, that big hand casually handed her a small pair of underwear: "Your underwear has fallen into the ditch too."
Ning Yuan recalled a phrase from later generations—social death!
She quickly grabbed it again, looking around with her head down, checking for any more underwear or bras...
"That's all." The man's indifferent voice rang out from above.
Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, slung the bedding over her shoulder, and quickly fastened the suitcase: "I'm ready, let's go."
Rong Zhaonan looked at the girl in front of him with her head down, her white ears turning red.
So easily embarrassed, yet you dared to approach him? You wouldn't even be capable of being a spy.
He raised an eyebrow slightly and casually took the box from her hand: "Give it to me."
With Ning Yuan's hands empty, he picked up the suitcase and walked forward.
She hurried after him, saying, "You've gone to so much trouble."
Looking at the back of his ear, Ning Yuan couldn't help but mutter, "This man is really tall, at least 1.86 meters."
She's not even 1.6 meters tall... She looks like a little dwarf next to him.
The two entered the small, dilapidated house next to the cowshed, one after the other.
This place was originally used to pile up straw for cattle to eat, but after Rong Zhaonan was sent to the countryside, it became his residence.
The room was drafty on all sides, barely covered with newspapers, and two broken door panels from who-knows-where, placed on a wooden frame, served as the bed.
There were also two chests of drawers with missing doors, which held his changes of clothes and belongings, and a small bag of coarse rice was placed inside.
The large water vat was placed in the corner of the wall.
There was a rickety old table that had been salvaged, with stones underneath, two benches that were barely intact, an oil lamp, an old washbasin, and an enamel mug.
Basically, at a glance, you can see all his belongings here.
Ning Yuan hadn't had time to pay attention to the environment of the cowshed last night, but now that she saw it, her brow twitched—
This young man must have traveled from before the liberation; he's the poorest person in the whole village.
There was also a pungent smell of fermenting cow dung outside.
He didn't think he was a reborn person, but he didn't know that the social situation would undergo earth-shattering changes in the future.
How does a man from such a privileged background cope with the environment he may have to live in for the rest of his life?
"What, still want to move in?" Rong Zhaonan glanced at her pale face and indifferently adjusted his large black glasses.
The environment here is far worse than that of the educated youth settlement.
The educated youth settlement was a newly built small tile-roofed house in the village. Although everyone was poor and had little equipment, it was definitely much better than the cowshed and dilapidated house.
Ning Yuan gritted her teeth and said, "Let's move. If we're going to do it all the way, we're 'husband and wife'."
Things will get better once she tidies up; she doesn't want to go back to the educated youth settlement and live with Tang Zhenzhen, Wang Jianhua, and the others.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes as he watched her put down her luggage and make up her mind to stay.
This little spy is quite persistent.
Just now, he quietly went through her luggage, but didn't see anything she had hidden last night.
Ning Yuan placed her trunk next to the chest of drawers, glanced at the drafty, open-to-the-sky roof, and wanted to sigh.
The rural areas in the south are humid and rainy. When it rains outside, it drizzles inside. How do people live like that?
"We need to think of a way to fix the roof," Ning Yuan muttered.
Rong Zhaonan glanced at the roof and gave a noncommittal "hmm".
Ning Yuan turned around and started packing her things.
The enamel mugs were arranged neatly, the towels were hung up with hemp rope, and the clothes were put away.
When she went to look at the bed with the bedding, she froze—
There was only one bed made of those two broken wooden doors!
She looked around, but there was nowhere else to sleep in the dark room.
Rong Zhaonan watched with a calm expression as she planned to do what she wanted.
Ning Yuan frowned slightly, and then, under his gaze, walked over and pushed his pillow and blankets inward.
Then, she placed her bedding on the outside door panel.
"What, you want to sleep with me?" Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow.
Just now, she acted like a rabbit seeing a wolf when she saw him.
Now that rabbits have grown bolder, they dare to sleep in the same bed with wolves?
She smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Dr. Rong. We'll make do for now. I'll ask the village team if they have any other ideas."
Rong Zhaonan looked at her: "Aren't you afraid I might really do something?"
The little spy planned to use a honey trap, which would be quite a sacrifice.
Ning Yuan had no idea that she was being treated as a 'little spy' with ulterior motives.
She looked up and smiled, "Dr. Rong, if you were like Wang Jianhua, you wouldn't have had to endure so much last night."
She's not stupid; she lived for decades in her previous life, so she has the confidence to judge people.
Moreover, despite his privileged background as a member of a privileged family and his later rise to such a high-ranking position, his private life has always been well-regarded.
Rong Zhaonan paused, then tugged at the corner of his lips: "Heh...you're quite trusting."
The girl in front of him looked at him seriously, her big, dark eyes full of trust.
This woman is quite the actress.
Are they close? She seemed to know him very well, as if she had done her homework.
Are they drawn to his background or because he used to work in a special unit?
Ning Yuan had no idea what he was thinking. After tidying up, she said to Rong Zhaonan, "Dr. Rong, you go ahead with your work. I'll go find the village committee to get the marriage certificate and letter of introduction."
Rong Zhaonan replied noncommittally, "Hmm."
She spoke of such an important matter as marriage so casually; it seems she came prepared.
Ning Yuan put her ID card into her old military green shoulder bag, turned around and walked towards the door.
Just as she reached the door, she remembered something, turned back, and took out two cookies and two White Rabbit candies, placing them in Rong Zhaonan's hand.
She smiled gratefully at him, her big eyes curving into little crescents: "Dr. Rong, thank you for saving me again this morning!"
Rong Zhaonan looked at the cookies and White Rabbit candy in his hand, then looked into her big eyes.
This was a snack even rarer and more precious than rice, and he never lacked it during his childhood.
Now that he's been sent down for reform for several years, he hasn't even tasted a drop of brown sugar, let alone milk candy or biscuits.
Even if everyone here grows sugarcane, it's not up to him, a reformer, to eat it.
Ning Yuan waved her hand, turned around and left in a hurry.
Rong Zhaonan didn't stand on ceremony and slowly ate the biscuit.
Then, he peeled off the wrapper of a White Rabbit milk candy and put the white candy in his mouth.
The sweet, milky flavor lingered on my tongue, and somehow, it reminded me a bit of Ning Yuan's scent.
He glanced at Ning Yuan's small floral pillow on the bed, licked his delicate lips, and rolled a cookie crumb into his mouth.
Tsk, the little spy smells pretty good.
Rong Zhaonan got up, walked to the bedside, picked up Ning Yuan's pillow, and began to feel every corner of it.
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