When Rong Zhaonan was cleaning up Wang Jianhua's gang of male educated youths in the woods, Wang Jianhua and others ran away overnight, and Tang Zhenzhen, an educated youth, and his gang didn't know about it.
The old party secretary was afraid of causing trouble and would not let the villagers know that Rong Zhaonan had done anything.
Third Aunt Wang only believed that Rong Zhaonan was a weak pretty boy, so what if she beat him? !
There was wind behind his head, and Rong Zhaonan ducked out of the way quickly, avoiding most of the cow dung, but some of it still splashed onto him.
A familiar stench filled the air, just like the smell in the dim memories of the past few years. It was cold, damp, dirty and hopeless, crushing on the soul layer by layer.
He lowered his eyes, and cold red blood slowly appeared in his dark eyes. His white fingers were slightly curled, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.
no……
He swore his life to the red flag that his gun, bayonet, and fists would never be pointed at his own people.
Even after leaving the team, silence and patience are the foundation of the oath, imprinted deep in the soul.
How can it be a sin for an ignorant person to be fearless?
He slowly clenched his fists and looked silently at the sunset in the distant fields, which was as red as blood.
Third Aunt Wang looked at Rong Zhaonan standing there with his back to everyone, but there was no movement. His face and clothes were still stained with the cow dung she had smashed.
She proudly went to make cow dung again with a shovel, and laughed at Rong Zhaonan at the women around her: "Look at his coward with a soft cock! He doesn't even dare to fart!"
In the past, the handsome boy who came here to reform was paraded through the streets or publicly reviewed in a meeting. He was so cowardly that he was hit on the head with stones and cow dung. He did not dare to speak and just stood there like a fool.
It's the same now. Without Ning Yuan, he is just a coward.
There was a woman from the village around who was working together, but she couldn't stand it, and whispered to dissuade her: "Third aunt, you are in your fifties or sixties, don't bully young children like this..."
Third Aunt Wang had just spoken out and was holding back her food at Ning Yuan's place. She couldn't restrain herself, and her thin face was filled with a malicious smile——
"I said that Ning Yuan is also a bitch. She found a little man with no seed in his crotch. Cow dung can cure impotence. I am a kind little man who helps Ning Yuan cure her!"
As she spoke, she spit the yellow sputum into the cow dung in the shovel, then lifted it up and hit Rong Zhaonan again.
Rong Zhaonan just stood silently with his back to them, without any movement.
But just as Aunt Wang raised the shovel, a delicate hand suddenly stretched out from behind her and grabbed the handle of the shovel.
Then the hand forcefully lifted back——
"Bang!" Suddenly, a shovelful of cow dung and her yellow phlegm hit Third Aunt Wang in the face.
"Ah——!! It hurts, it hurts——" Aunt Wang San screamed instantly.
Not only was her nose bleeding, but a lot of cow dung was thrown into her mouth. She couldn't help but gag: "Bah, bah, bah - vomit, vomit, vomit -!"
Cows eat vegetarian food, and there is little protein in cow dung. In fact, no excrement smells like it, but it is still excrement, and it is still disgusting when it enters the mouth.
Ning Yuan held the shovel she grabbed and looked at Third Aunt Wang who was bent over and vomiting with a cold face——
"You old bastard, you have to make toilet floors every day - you are not far away from "death" of shit, how dare you bully my own people!"
From a distance, I saw this old woman bullying someone. When I got closer, I saw that the unfortunate guy being bullied was actually the one she was protecting!
Ning Yuan was so angry that she started swearing!
Third Aunt Wang looked up and saw Ning Yuan shoveling another shovelful of cow dung with a ferocious round face, pushing towards her step by step.
Ning Yuan, this little bitch, has become more and more aggressive recently. She has never been particular about respecting the elderly and caring for the young. If she offends her, she will be beaten.
The village party secretary doesn’t know why, but he is very partial to this little bitch!
For a long time, Third Aunt Wang did not dare to provoke Ning Yuan, her "old enemy", and she bullied Rong Zhaonan.
She covered her bleeding nose and backed away in horror: "You...what do you want to do!"
Ning Yuan smiled, her smile so bright that it was ferocious: "I'm going to treat you with cow dung. Didn't you say it's a good thing? It's the most suitable thing to extend the life of this old bastard like you!"
After saying that, she rushed over and slapped Third Aunt Wang with another shovelful of cow dung.
"Ah! Murder!" Third Aunt Wang screamed instantly, turned around and ran away.
But he was still a step too slow and narrowly avoided the shovel, but he was still showered with flying cow dung.
The surrounding women also screamed and fled in all directions under the rain of cow dung.
Ning Yuan was thrust into her waist, her chest heaving with anger, and she yelled, "It's useless to bully an honest person. Next time, it will be easy for me to eat shit. I can't beat you to death!"
Everything in the village is good, but some old women like Third Aunt Wang are really mean!
When she was reborn, she originally wanted to continue being a gentle person, but she was forced to become a shrew! !
After everyone on the village road ran away, Ning Yuan walked up to Rong Zhaonan angrily with a shovel in hand.
Ning Yuan said angrily: "Why are you like a piece of wood who can't fight back? You usually hold a knife and go in and out of the forest, aren't you very good at it..."
Before she finished speaking, she met Rong Zhaonan's eyes. His beautiful and narrow auspicious eyes reflected the dark red sunset in the sky, but were as dark as dead water and without any ripples.
Ning Yuan's heart trembled for no reason. She looked at him blankly for a while, then suddenly took his hand: "Rong Zhaonan, let's go home."
He didn't speak, and silently let her pull him towards the cowshed.
The shadows of the two people were drawn into a lonely shape on the field ridge by the cold setting sun in winter, but they seemed to have a little more warmth because of their company.
Back at the cowshed, Ning Yuan pulled him to sit down, immediately started the stove to boil hot water, fetched water from the well, and brought a basin and towel over.
She took a towel and carefully wiped off some cow dung on his cheeks and neck. He sat quietly, like a silent statue.
Ning Yuan seemed to see the silent, thin figure wearing old black-framed glasses, with bangs hanging down, and wearing shabby work clothes again, being paraded alone.
I also remembered the way he always hid behind her in the few months when they first met, looking at the ground silently and coldly.
Have you ever doubted it? Do you doubt whether the world you have protected is worth it?
After all, she didn't ask, she just wiped his pale face with a towel and said slowly: "Rong Zhaonan, the past is past, just like when winter goes and spring comes, everything will be reborn."
Rong Zhaonan waited for a while before speaking hoarsely: "Really?"
Ning Yuan looked down at him. He was obviously an extremely sharp and tough person, but at this moment, she felt a strange feeling of darkness and fragmentation.
She suddenly put her hands on his shoulders and said extremely seriously: "Yes! The road ahead is always tortuous, but if you keep moving forward, you will find that your efforts and protection are worth it."
She paused and said word by word: "This prosperous age will eventually be as our ancestors and us wish."
She could not speak of the great changes of the times she had experienced, and could only offer small comfort with hollow-sounding hopes.
Because she is just such an ordinary person.
But some people are born with the gift of leadership that crushes others, but before that happens, they have to be silent for a long time——
They have to endure more pain than ordinary people, have to bear huge responsibilities but are not understood and acknowledged by the loneliness, and have to shed blood because of the backstabbing and lies of their own people.
If you can't survive it, you will die from then on, and no one will know...
Rong Zhaonan raised his cold and pale face and looked at the petite girl in front of him. She was standing so close and her hands were placed firmly on his shoulders.
She was so determined, as if she had come from a glorious future to this beginning.
The big black eyes glowed with a bright luster full of life, making the dark black hole in his heart filled with tiny rays of light.
The stagnant water in his eyes slowly rippled away because of her determined tone.
Rong Zhaonan raised his hand and pressed it on her hand on his shoulder.
His slender fingers clasped between her slender fingers little by little, and he said hoarsely and slowly: "I believe... you."
He was willing to believe in her, just as he believed that the sacrifices and silent protection of these people were not wrong.
Ning Yuan looked into his dark and obscure eyes and sighed. This topic was too heavy.
Ning Yuan suddenly wanted to open her arms and hug him, a man who shouldn't be treated like this by those ignorant people.
He will get through it and become a true sword-bearer, overcoming obstacles and leading countless people to the right path.
She thought that Rong Zhaonan was blind in one eye in his previous life and got over it.
Maybe he was just confused for a moment right now?
The idea of her hugging him was inappropriate - because some hugs and caresses only belong between lovers.
And she would not be his lover.
