He asked hesitantly: "Your man who received the certificate in the countryside, I heard that he has resumed his job, and he works in the capital."
Ning Yuan nodded: "Yes."
Ning Zhuliu frowned: "Little sister, you go to school here and he is in the capital. When do you plan to have a baby? Should the wedding be postponed?"
Ning Yuan was silent for a while: "We have no plans to have children, let alone a wedding."
Ning Zhuliu was stunned, and like all old fathers whose daughters have been let down, he clenched his fists: "He has returned to the capital, and he will not recognize you as his marriage partner in the countryside?"
Ning Yuan lowered her eyes and considered the words: "I don't recognize him."
What she told was the truth, and what her adoptive father thought was beyond her control.
Ning Zhuliu was a little angry: "You shouldn't recognize that kind of Chen Shimei. Little sister, you deserve better!"
Ning Yuan stopped talking this time.
Ning Zhuliu thought she was sad and touched her head like he did when he was a child: "Little sister, I know there are too many things that have made you sad recently. You have to focus on your studies."
Ning Yuan lowered her head and said, "Well, I'm going to study in the evening."
Ning Zhuliu sighed and took out a stack of change from his arms: "It's not easy for you to study. This is the private money I secretly saved, a total of thirty-two yuan and sixty cents. Your mother doesn't know, she is stupid. , don’t blame her.”
Ning Yuan looked at the pile of scattered tickets and remembered how Ning Zhuliu secretly gave her candy when she was a child.
She was silent for a while, and this time, she took it: "Thank you, Dad."
"Go and get busy. Schoolwork is important. What dad wants most is for you to be happy." Ning Zhuliu sighed tiredly.
Ning Yuan nodded, turned around and walked away slowly.
She knew that Ning Zhu stayed behind and watched her, like any old father who is worried about his daughter.
Ning Yuan walked around a corner and saw a cold figure standing under the streetlight near the guest house.
Perhaps to avoid dazzling the eyes, he was not wearing a military uniform, but a white shirt and a pair of dark blue overalls. His whole body looked clear, like a very clear and beautiful tree.
Seeing Ning Yuan coming, he raised his eyes and looked at her quietly.
Ning Yuan walked up to him and smiled: "I'm fine, just eating normally."
Rong Zhaonan said calmly: "If something happens to you, they won't be able to leave the guest house."
Ning Yuan lowered her thick long eyelashes and sighed: "I'm even on guard against the people who raised me. Am I mean and unkind?"
Before eating, she took advantage of the opportunity to go to the toilet to find someone to give Rong Zhaonan a message and ask him to wait for her at the guest house.
Finally, when he arrived at the back door of the guest house, he saw Rong Zhaonan already standing there.
She guessed that Yan Ningning was most likely looking for him.
Rong Zhaonan said leisurely: "It's not surprising. My father and son turned against each other and cheated on each other. It's normal."
Ning Yuan was speechless and wanted to laugh: "..."
How is this normal?
But... she actually felt that she and Rong Zhaonan were in the same boat, and she felt a strange sense of intimacy in her heart.
"Let's go, I'll take you back." Rong Zhaonan pushed a 28-inch bicycle out from the side and looked at her.
Ning Yuan nodded: "Okay."
Both seemed to have forgotten about the "unpleasant self-defense practice" in the afternoon, and no one mentioned it.
She jumped onto the bicycle seat neatly and hugged his waist without any pretense.
"My adoptive father has a friend here tonight. His surname is Tang. It is said that he is a section chief of the Shanghai Education Department. He covered all of my adoptive father's and adoptive mother's expenses in Shanghai."
A dark light flashed in Rong Zhaonan's cold eyes: "Shanghai Education System, your surname is Tang?"
Ning Yuan looked at him curiously: "Well, his name is Tang Jun. Why, do you know him?"
How come he recognizes people everywhere he goes?
Rong Zhaonan thought for a while and said while riding his bicycle: "I don't know him, but the Tang family in Shanghai has some connections and achievements in the education system and the Foreign Affairs Office over the years."
Ning Yuan chuckled: "My adoptive father and adoptive mother have never left Ningnan or the factory in their lives. Mr. Tang said that his father used to be an engineer in Ningnan and my adoptive father saved him."
This is the news she got after insisting on having this meal today.
Rong Zhaonan said calmly: "You don't believe your adoptive father?"
Ning Yuan was silent for a while and did not answer directly: "If it were me before, I would probably believe it without hesitation, but now I have no confidence."
Rong Zhaonan said simply: "Okay, I will find someone to check the authenticity of this matter in the next few days. Don't follow anyone out of Fuda's campus until your adoptive parents return."
Ning Yuan also agreed neatly: "I won't go anywhere, I will just stay in the dormitory or follow you."
These words brought a smile to Rong Zhaonan's lips: "You are becoming more and more alert. When you were in the village, you were not as clever as you are now."
Ning Yuan looked at the moonlight above her head, which was as bright and cold as they had seen in the village.
She said slowly: "You want to say that I am becoming more and more suspicious, right?"
Rong Zhaonan chuckled: "Trust is only given to those who are worthy, and trust needs to be tested."
Suspicious, probably no one is more suspicious than him. If Curly Rabbit knew, he would be testing her to see if she was a little spy before he wanted to have a further relationship with her.
She would probably never have anything to do with him until the end of her life.
Ning Yuan raised her hand and stroked her blown hair, curling her eyes: "You know how to comfort people, Captain Rong!"
The bicycle passed through the tree-lined road at night, and the girl behind him hugged his waist, her arms soft and slender but also tough.
Rong Zhaonan said calmly: "You're welcome, Classmate Ning."
In this era, there are not so many high-rise buildings, so the wind is still cool in summer evenings.
Ning Yuan suddenly felt as if they were still on the path back to the village.
There was also the green smell of leaves in the wind, and the refreshing smell of mint soap on Rong Zhaonan's body - she made it for him.
He and she were still "comrades" in the village, helping each other, doing things secretly, and trying to live a good life.
She suddenly asked abruptly: "Are you still angry with me in the afternoon?"
"Squeak." The bicycle stopped. Mr. Rong's long legs were also supported on the ground, and he faced her with his back: "We have arrived at the dormitory, get off the car."
Ning Yuan couldn't see his face, but the arms holding his waist could feel the slight stiffness of his body, and...
Well, under the dim street light, you can see that the back of his neck seems a little red. This is the disadvantage of having too white skin.
Ning Yuan jumped out of the car and sighed slowly: "You really don't know how to use it..."
"Ning Yuan, shut up!" Mr. Rong couldn't help it, he turned around and interrupted her with a straight face.
Ning Yuan looked into his eyes. His slender, dark eyes were full of anger and anger, and the upturned tails of his eyes were slender and delicate, as if they were carefully drawn with fine brushwork.
It's a pity that his fair face, which was red with shame, lost his usual cold demeanor and instead showed the embarrassment and irritation of a young man.
Ning Yuan's heart moved, she laughed, and suddenly reached out and touched Rong Meiren's beautiful face: "Tsk, I'm going back then."
Like coaxing a puppy.
She could feel that he was stiffened by her touch. Ning Yuan wanted to laugh, but she wanted to let go.
Rong Zhaonan suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked in a sullen voice: "Why do you use...that..."
Has she used it...with whom? There was almost nothing he didn't dare to do in his life, but now he didn't dare to ask.
Ning Yuan knew it and asked: "Which one should I use?"
Mr. Rong actually stutters sometimes.
