On the phone, a woman's cold voice came: "You still answer the phone, I thought you no longer recognized me as your mother."
Ning Yuan was silent for a while and then said: "I didn't."
In her previous life, she had never met her biological parents in person, and she only watched Ning Jinyun to take care of her until she died.
Ning Jinyun sneered: "Really? You secretly married a decentralized reformer, beat your aunt seriously, and didn't even call me or reply to my letter. Doesn't this mean to sever the relationship?"
Ning Yuan took a deep breath: "Mom, you only scold me in your letters. Have you ever asked my aunt how she treated me?"
"What did I do to you? I just hit you on the head with a stool. I will only hit you harder on the spot!!"
"I would rather beat you little beast to death than let you hang out with men and bring harm to your family!"
"Your eldest brother is a soldier in Shanghai, your second brother is a regular worker after all, and your sister is the backbone of the art troupe. You are a waste and can't help anything. You are still a shabby shoe. Why don't you sell meat..."
Ning Jinyun's sharp voice came repeatedly from the other end of the phone.
Ning Yuan just felt suffocated and breathless. Every time her mother cursed, she always spoke uncontrollably.
Her brother, sister, and even her father were often scolded by her.
But he is especially cold towards himself, as if he is an emotionless animal!
The eldest brother is also an adopted son, and he is an openly adopted son. Ning Jinyun is gentler to his eldest brother than to her, the younger daughter who is raised as her "own daughter".
But obviously in her previous life, she was the adopted daughter who took the most care of Ning Jinyun, lived with her, and provided for her in her old age.
"Mom!" Ning Yuan finally couldn't help it anymore and raised her voice: "Is it because you keep treating me like this because I'm not your biological child?"
As soon as these words came out, not only the voice on the other end of the phone suddenly got stuck.
The telephone operator in the brigade here also paused for a moment and looked at Ning Yuan.
Ning Yuan just pretended not to see the strange look from the caller.
The sound on the other end of the phone went silent for an instant.
Ning Yuan breathed out softly: "Mom, can you tell me?"
If you disliked yourself so much, why did you take the initiative to tell the truth that you were not her biological child a few years after your marriage in your previous life?
She remembered that Ning Jinyun's tears were so sincere, full of fear and pain of losing her little daughter, and made her feel soft and sad.
After a while, a woman's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Who is talking nonsense in front of you, who says you are not my biological child!!!"
Ning Jinyun finally raised his voice angrily, which made Ning Yuan feel a little complicated.
She didn't answer her question directly.
Ning Yuan lowered her eyelashes: "...it's aunt."
There was a "bang" sound on the other end of the phone and someone hung up angrily.
Ning Yuan listened to the "beep beep..." ringing phone and twitched the corners of her lips in a self-deprecating tone.
She lied and said her aunt told her.
Because she wanted to know why Ning Jinyun suddenly decided to tell her the truth in his previous life.
If the time were advanced more than ten years to now, how would Ning Jinyun react? Does she really love herself as much as she said?
Ning Yuan put down the phone and turned around to leave with a complicated mood under the sympathetic look of the caller.
Just wait, she will find the answer.
…
Ning Yuan went home worried.
A few days later, Rong Zhaonan went to the carpenter's place to build a new bed.
The people in the village were a little surprised that this devolved villager actually broke the bed.
But the red armbands from the commune brigade haven't come to the village to inspect ideological work in almost two months, and the big guys didn't say anything.
But now that they sleep in separate beds, the relationship between the two people seems to have returned to the time when they first met and lived together - treating each other as if they were guests.
The days passed by like this.
Ning Yuan felt uncomfortable seeing Rong Zhaonan's distant and cold attitude, but she continued to study and work silently.
Grandpa Tang has said insinuatingly these days that he won't be able to stay here much longer.
Then when he returns to the capital, she will be in Ningnan. They are considered separated. It makes sense to get the divorce certificate in a year and a half.
She also had things to accomplish and people to deal with, and there was no need to involve him.
I just hope that before he leaves, the relationship between the two of them can be eased, and at least they can still be friends.
Moreover……
When I get up every morning, Rong Zhaonan is no longer in the room.
There is always a bowl of porridge, pickles and an egg on the table, which can be seen as being reserved for her.
Ning Yuan couldn't explain how she felt.
Her roommate wants to draw a clear line with her. He doesn't see her early in the morning and leaves breakfast for her every day.
It’s quite touching, China has become a good roommate.
She got up, washed up, and got some meat and bones from the storage room.
A gray, furry figure came in from the door as soon as it smelled the smell, and circled around Ning Yuan's feet fawningly.
Ning Yuan put the meat bones in a broken enamel basin and touched its wolf head: "Xiao Bai, eat slowly."
"Woooooooo-" the little female wolf cried happily.
Well, Xiaobai is the little gray-white female wolf that Rong Zhaonan brought back. Not only does she have a pretty face, but she also really looks like a dog.
I don't know if she was completely frightened by Rong Zhaonan, but the little she-wolf completely surrendered like a dog.
Not only can it stick out its tongue, but it can also learn to wag its tail at people.
And he wisely regarded Ning Yuan as his owner and supporter.
Every day it followed Ning Yuan and waggled its tail, never grinning again.
He really became the 'little wolf dog' who looked after the house and the home.
Ning Yuan now also keeps it as a pet.
After all, Rong Zhaonan basically ignored her except when he was with Mr. Tang and Granny Xia.
The atmosphere at home was very cold.
Xiaobai became her only source of joy.
"Xiao Bai, my sister is going to the city to sell things today. Please take good care of the yard." Ning Yuan touched Xiao Bai's head.
Xiaobai was very smart, as if he could understand people's words, he rubbed his mouth on her palm, wagging his tail and lowering his head to eat the meat.
Ning Yuan looked at the empty room and the two separate beds under the window.
Today and Sunday, Rong Zhaonan did not stay in the house.
She shook her head to prevent herself from drowning in the gloomy mood. She washed her face again, put on her scarf and coat, and went out with a basket on her back.
More than an hour later, she arrived at the flea market.
Ning Yuan looked at the bustling flea market and tightened her collar and scarf to prevent the cold wind from pouring into her neck.
She hasn't been here for more than two weeks.
Ever since she met a gangster trafficker last time, she had lingering fears. Brother Flathead was caught, but who knows if he has any accomplices?
It would be New Year's Eve in a few days, so she had to sell the bowl that Grandma Xia gave her and buy some new year's goods.
She had quietly saved more than two hundred yuan, and she was considered a wealthy household in the village.
But half of the money must belong to Rong Zhaonan, and she can't be greedy.
There is also Mr. Tang and Granny Xia, she also needs to raise them.
Ning Yuan entered the flea market while thinking about it.
Rong Zhaonan will return to the capital, probably after the Chinese New Year.
She had to think of something to give him. The relationship couldn't stay like this.
I still have something urgent that I want to entrust him with for help in the future.
Why does she, an old aunt who has lived for two lifetimes and is dozens of years old, have a cold war with a young boy like him?
Ning Yuan calmed down after thinking this, and began to follow the route of the previous stalls, heading towards the place where antiques were replaced.
The 13th meeting determined that the focus of the country's work will completely shift to economic work.
As the wind blew, the flea market or black market in the county became more and more active, and the red armbands didn't care much about it.
Having learned her lesson from last time, Ning Yuan did not rush to take action, but squatted down near the stall where she was buying and selling antiques.
Then, she took out all the wild goods she brought out of the basket and put them on display.
There weren't many people in the stall she chose. After squatting there all morning, she sold less than half of the mountain products and only made about ten yuan.
Business is much worse than usual.
But after a long time, she had basically started talking to the antique stall owners around her and was bragging about them.
They even bought half of the mountain goods to improve their food.
"Uncle Liu, Brother Tu, do you want some hot buns?" Ning Yuan took out a large aluminum lunch box from her basket, opened it and handed it to the person next to her.
She bought this from Sister Zhang early in the morning and wrapped it in a thick scarf. It was still warm at noon.
The uncle selling goods was a little embarrassed: "This is your lunch, I brought the food."
The man in his thirties who was called Brother Tu by Ning Yuan was not polite. He stretched out his hand and took one: "Thank you, brother. Yaomei'er is quite good at being a good person."
He bought Ning Yuan several kilograms of mushrooms and other local products, and eating a bun was not too much.
Ning Yuan directly stuffed one into the uncle's hand: "Uncle Liu, you're welcome. It's not easy for us to do some small business secretly."
Seeing this, the salesman did not refuse. He took the buns and sighed: "Girl, you are not much older than my daughter. It's not easy to come all the way from the countryside, isn't it?"
When Ning Yuan heard this, she thought, the time has come to sell goods, and she is just waiting for your words.
She sighed and said in a low voice: "Yes, my family and my seventy-year-old grandparents depend on me to support them. What can I do? My man has been sent back to the city as a cadre, and he doesn't want me anymore."
The first step in selling goods is to sell poorly first to avoid being underpriced.
Ning Yuan originally had big eyes and a small square face, which made her look tender.
He bowed his head like a bullied little cabbage, which immediately made everyone around him sigh in sympathy.
Brother Tu is from Sichuan, and he couldn't help but cursed in dialect: "What a fool, those city bastards have read some books, and they think they are Chen Shimei, and they are all immortals!"
Ning Yuan coughed slightly: "Yeah, shit."
Although she decided not to care about the child.
However, Rong Zhaonan gave her a nose that was not a nose and a face that was not a face all day long. Hmm, it was just shit.
At this end, Rong Zhaonan, who had just entered the small yard of the cowshed, suddenly sneezed, and then felt that he had stepped on something.
He took a step back expressionlessly and looked at what he had stepped on - dog shit, no, wolf shit.
Xiaobai lay down at the door of the room, raised his front paws, and gloated: "Woooooooo~~"
The next second, Xiao Bai met Rong Zhao Nansen's cold gaze. He was so frightened that he clamped his tail between his legs and shrank into a corner.
Rong Zhaonan said coldly: "If you don't learn to eat, drink, and have sex at a fixed time, your adulterer will still turn into a wolf-haired mat."
Xiaobai was horrified: "Wuwuwuwu——!!"
Rong Zhaonan withdrew his gaze and looked into the room with a complicated expression.
Ning Yuan should have left early at this point and wouldn't run into her.
The little secret agent really didn't say anything about the separate beds, huh.
