Rong Zhaonan was completely unaware that his thoughts were diverging in strange directions.
Seeing the sudden air-conditioning around his body, Mr. Tang was a little puzzled: "You have been married for a few months, can't you see Xiaoyuan's heart..."
"I can't tell. Who knows what she thinks. It's none of my business that she has a crush!" Rong Zhaonan simply interrupted him coldly.
Mr. Tang: "..."
You look like this, and it doesn’t look like it has anything to do with you.
He thought helplessly and asked: "What about you, Xiaonan? What do you think? What do you think of her..."
"No idea." Rong Zhaonan quickly interrupted Mr. Tang again.
He just wants to find out the details of the little spy. Of course, if she is innocent, he will not embarrass her!
Rong Zhaonan felt agitated, then stood up and said, "I'll clean the yard, and you always go back to the room and sit down."
With that said, he got up and walked into the yard.
Mr. Tang looked at Rong Zhaonan's back and was puzzled as to why this young man was speaking so resentfully about himself.
It seems that the target is going back to the capital to work, and he is the one who is abandoned and divorced?
He shook his head, forget it, forget it, it's not easy for the elderly to interfere in the affairs of young people.
Ning Yuan is a girl, and she is so considerate. He has never had children and grandchildren in his life, so he can only protect her more.
…
By the time Ning Yuan finished the questions and went home with Rong Zhaonan, it was almost ten o'clock again.
She looked at the back of Rong Zhaonan walking in front and felt a little strange why this man looked so low-pressure.
What's wrong with this little brother? Were you bullied by the red armband again today?
It shouldn't be. It should be due to the Thirteenth Conference. The red armband has not appeared in the past month or so.
Could it be Mr. Tang? They murmured twice in the yard. The first time Mr. Tang looked unhappy, and the second time he looked unhappy.
It wasn't until she returned to the cowshed that she spoke carefully: "Hey, Rong Zhaonan, Grandma Xia asked me to take her antique bowl to the county to exchange for money next time. I'm a little worried. What if someone is watching me?" Tell me, should I put on a disguise?"
Last time she was selling meat, she was targeted. This time she was selling antiques. She had to be more cautious and ask the boss what he thought.
Rong Zhaonan expressionlessly picked up the washbasin, took the soap and prepared to take a bath: "When you go, pay attention to see if there are the same people around you."
He frowned: "On the way back, I will let Chen Chen watch you, so as not to drag me down if you are really in danger."
Ning Yuan saw that he was in a bad mood and went out to take a bath in the air-conditioning, but she didn't reply to him.
"Oh, I hate emotionally unstable guys the most." She snorted and went to take a bath with a kettle to boil hot water.
When Ning Yuan finished washing herself and went to bed, she found Rong Zhaonan with his eyes closed, his back leaning against the window, sitting cross-legged, with his hands kneading on both sides of his knees.
Ning Yuan had a question mark on her face: "?"
What is this person doing?
She wondered: "Aren't you going to sleep? You shouldn't have to go hunting in the mountains tonight?"
Rong Zhaonan closed his eyes and said with an expressionless face: "If you don't sleep, you are an immortal who cultivates Marxist philosophy."
Ning Yuan: "..."
This guy said this morning that we should not be feudal and superstitious, but tonight he starts practicing Marxist cultivation of immortality?
Isn't he really out of tune with his menstrual essence?
Ning Yuan was amused by her own thoughts and suppressed her laughter without speaking.
She blew out the lamp and climbed into bed, coughing slightly: "What about that? You can fix it slowly, I'll go to sleep first."
Rong Zhaonan ignored her. He looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.
Ning Yuan lay down, and the moonlight outside the window fell hazily through the window paper, coating the clear figure beside her with a vague silver light.
She could still vaguely see Rong Zhaonan's slender figure sitting like this, facing her, as if looking at her intently.
Ning Yuan lay stiffly on the bed, pulled her quilt uncomfortably, turned her back, and slept a little more beside the bed.
Otherwise, it would be like him watching her sleep, weird.
After a while, she couldn't hold it any longer, and her upper and lower eyelids began to fight. After all, she had worked hard all day and studied for a few hours in the evening.
Just as she was about to dream of Duke Zhou, she suddenly felt the person behind her say coldly: "Tomorrow, let's sleep in separate beds."
Ning Yuan said drowsily: "Well..."
After a while, she realized what he said, suddenly woke up, and turned to look at Rong Zhaonan: "Ah? What?"
Rong Zhaonan watched her sit up and said coldly: "Don't you plan to go back to the city for a divorce in the future? Before, we were short of money and had no choice but to sleep on one bed. Now that we are richer, we can ask the carpenter to build two beds."
When she lay down today, she slept next to the bed, for fear that he would take advantage of her.
Who is this for?
Ning Yuan looked at him blankly: "That's true. The red armbands haven't come to trouble you anymore. It's true that you don't have to pretend to be poor, but..."
Rong Zhaonan heard that she had no objection and said, "That's the truth." The coldness on his body became even stronger.
He suddenly stood up and jumped out of bed, put on his shoes directly, pulled out a machete from under the bed and walked out the door.
Ning Yuan was shocked: "Where are you going?"
Rong Zhaonan: "Hunting."
After just two words, he slammed the door and walked out.
Ning Yuan looked at the door frame and was speechless for a moment.
What stimulated him to suddenly think of this? In the middle of the night, they made a fuss about sharing beds, and even ran out to hunt in anger.
Is this something wrong with the immortal cultivators of Marxist philosophy? Sure enough, feudal superstition is unacceptable!
Ning Yuan sat on the bed holding the quilt, scratching her messy braids, with a puzzled look on her face.
Forget it, forget about the things you can’t understand. Sleep is more important. You have to go to work tomorrow morning.
Not everyone belongs to Rong Zhaonan, who is a monster. He can hunt in the middle of the night and still work well during the day.
Ning Yuan simply fell down holding the quilt and continued to sleep soundly.
…
Rong Zhaonan went out and entered the mountains.
That night, all the birds and animals in the mountains were unlucky, and they were hunted down like crazy.
Especially the animals that appeared in pairs were "beating the mandarin ducks".
When Rong Zhaonan walked down the mountain with a string of pheasants and hares in his left hand and a stunned wolf in his right hand, the beasts in the entire Daqing Mountain felt relieved.
Rong Zhaonan sat at the foot of the mountain, threw the prey and machete at his feet, took a handful of mint leaves and put them in his mouth to chew.
When he was practicing sniping, he would lurk for days and nights. He was used to grabbing some leaves and chewing them to refresh himself.
What's more, sleeping in the same bed with Ning Yuan has made her a little angry recently. After all, he is also in his twenties, and there is a girl lying next to him, so he is easily impulsive.
He calmed down and separated the beds. He couldn't be lured by the little spy to take the wrong route.
Rong Zhaonan spent a long time mentally building up. Before dawn, he took the prey back to the cowshed and took a cold shower.
He wiped his hair and returned to the room. In the dim light, he saw Ning Yuan lying on the bed with her arms stretched out and wrapped in a quilt, sleeping soundly.
Rong Zhaonan's anger flared up again after he had calmed down for a while - the heartless little spy!
One night, only his mood was affected.
He walked over and squatted beside her bed with a cold face. Suddenly he lowered his head in front of her and said through gritted teeth: "Get up, your work points will be deducted if you don't get up!!"
Don't scare her to death!
"Yes!" Ning Yuan sat up immediately.
But he didn't expect that someone was leaning down in front of him, and they suddenly bumped into each other face to face. He let out a muffled cry of pain: "Ah——!"
Her lips also met his.
Rong Zhaonan's pupils narrowed: "..."
Ning Yuan stared at him blankly without focusing her eyes, her soft lips still resting on his thin lips.
