Looking at him, she smiled and her big eyes crinkled: "Oh, are you angry? Did Captain Rong become the brigade leader by being petty?"
Rong Zhaonan continued to turn away from her with a blank expression.
Then, he suddenly felt someone approaching from behind, and the familiar scent made him stop.
The next moment, something warm and soft appeared on my neck.
Rong Zhaonan paused for a moment, then looked down at the soft scarf around his neck.
He turned to look at Ning Yuan, his eyes clear: "Didn't you say you didn't prepare anything for me?"
Ning Yuan turned her face away: "You've also contributed to building our home and creating a better new life, so I'm giving you a gift as a token of our camaraderie!"
Rong Zhaonan looked at the petite girl in front of him, who was spouting slogans. Her big eyes were blinking.
Her round face turned red from the cold wind, and the tip of her nose also turned red, making her look even more like a soft and cuddly rabbit.
He glanced down at the scarf around his neck, then looked at the scarf around her neck: "It's the same pattern as yours."
Hers had a fine gray background with white diamond patterns, while his diamond patterns were square and bold, but both had a gray background with white diamond patterns.
Ning Yuan said somewhat awkwardly, "Yes, all four of us are this color."
She wasn't just wearing matching scarves; everyone was wearing the same color.
In a few decades, this color will be called "high-class gray," which is simple, stylish, and complements one's temperament. He looks very refined when he wears it now.
Rong Zhaonan smiled and said, "So, where did you hide it before? Were you trying to annoy me?"
Her bag was already empty.
Ning Yuan raised her eyes and snorted, "Mind your own business! If you don't like it, give it to Xiaobai. Take it or leave it!"
After saying that, she tossed her two long braids and was about to leave.
But the next moment, Rong Zhaonan suddenly grabbed her shoulder: "Wait."
Ning Yuan asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Rong Zhaonan's lips curled into a dangerous smile. Suddenly, he grabbed her waist and lifted her up: "Trying to run away after all that mischief?"
Ning Yuan was startled, feeling as if she were being lifted up by him like a weightless little animal.
The feeling of being suspended in mid-air, with her feet not touching the ground, made her panic and embarrassed. While trying to struggle, she blushed and cursed, "Ah—what are you doing? Put me down right now!!"
Rong Zhaonan looked up at her and smiled: "Alright, come down and bow three times, and say 'Brother, I was wrong!'"
"I only bow when I visit graves, have you lost your mind!" Ning Yuan rolled her eyes in annoyance.
She's mentally much older than him, calling him "brother"? Is she crazy?
Did he really treat her like one of his soldiers?
"Fine, not only are you not convinced, but you also dare to make personal attacks and use foul language." Rong Zhaonan nodded and smiled maliciously.
As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted her up and spun her around ten times in mid-air.
"Aaaaaah—Rong Zhaonan, you bastard!" Ning Yuan screamed in fright.
This guy isn't usually very talkative, except for those few days when his period is irregular and he can be a bit moody. But was he drunk tonight?
Ning Yuan desperately patted his shoulder with one hand, while clutching his clothes tightly with the other, as if afraid he would throw her out.
"Hehe—Do you submit or not?"
"Screw you—Aaaaaah—put me down—Aaaaah!"
...
Hearing the commotion in the yard, Grandma Xia curiously poked her head out: "What's going on? What's going on? Is that boy bullying the brat? Do you need my help?!"
Old Tang raised his hand and pushed her back into the room, shaking his head with a smile: "Why are you meddling in so many children's affairs? Aren't we making dumplings? Come on, come on, I'll help you!"
She was laughing, he was making a ruckus, firecrackers were going off, and the lively atmosphere made even the cold wind feel gentle, reminding this old man of his youth.
It's like that kid is bullying the girl he likes, and I don't know when he'll finally realize it.
But this is a matter for young people, and he won't interfere.
Ning Yuan was lifted up by Rong Zhaonan and spun around many times until she was dizzy and disoriented before being put down.
She staggered, clutching her waist where he had pinched her so hard, and, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, spun around in circles as if she were drunk.
Seeing Ning Yuan staggering about, Rong Zhaonan smiled and crossed his arms: "What's wrong, can't you walk anymore?"
Ning Yuan finally squatted down, barely managing to lift her flushed face, glaring at him with a mixture of shame and resentment—
"You bastard surnamed Rong... what kind of skill is it to bully women?"
She has a poor constitution and gets carsick and seasick easily, both in her past life and this life. She never goes to amusement parks to ride the swing rides.
If she had known, she wouldn't have given him the scarf she was going to give the dog!
Rong Zhaonan's smile deepened: "How am I bullying women? Aren't I sharing the joy with the women who are building our homes and creating a better life together?"
Ning Yuan gasped for breath, her eyes twitching with anger: "Rong Zhaonan, you really are a dog!"
Some dogs are real dogs, but some people are even worse than dogs. This bastard is clearly taking revenge on her!
Driven by a sudden surge of malice, she abruptly stood up and lunged at him, yelling, "Give me back my scarf!!"
Unexpectedly, the moment her hand touched the corner of the scarf, he deftly tucked it under his arm.
Ning Yuan deftly switched hands to grab him, but he grabbed her wrist with one hand and casually pulled her away—
She buried her face in his chest, clinging to him.
Ning Yuan's nose stung from the impact, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Rong Zhaonan!"
Rong Zhaonan looked down at her jumping around in his arms and smiled, "What's given to me is mine."
Ning Yuan was so angry she wanted to bite him to death, but when she looked up she met his smiling eyes. His handsome, cheerful face, which also had a hint of wickedness, was so close to her.
As they looked down, they were so close that when he spoke, the aroma of glutinous rice wine wafted onto her lips.
She froze, unsure how to react: "..."
Rong Zhaonan looked at her, her hair was a little messy, and she looked dazed.
The girl had big, teary eyes, a small, red nose, and a small mouth; she looked delicate and soft.
His gaze involuntarily deepened, and he suddenly said in a hoarse voice—
"That marriage was dissolved in the second year after I was sent to the countryside. No matter who wanted to come, it had nothing to do with me."
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