Zhou Rong felt helpless, could only forcibly hold down the laughing Si Nan and remove the brass pendant he’d worn for over twenty years, threading the diamond ring through it.
Zhou Rong held the pendant, asking seriously: “Comrade Si Nan, would you like to know Brother Rong’s first New Year’s wish?”
Si Nan narrowed his eyes, looking at him slyly.
Zhou Rong stepped back half a step, striking a graceful pose, dropping to one knee in the falling snow, holding up the diamond ring.
“Comrade Si Nan, will you accept Comrade Zhou Rong’s proposal, officially becoming revolutionary partners, working together, progressing together, and bravely trying various new positions?”
Si Nan gazed steadily at Zhou Rong, a snowflake clinging to his hair, a soft curve forming at the corner of his handsome face.
In the bright window nearby, a row of heads was squeezed together, exclamations rising: “A proposal! A proposal!”
“Captain Zhou to Captain Si!”
“Oh my goodness!”
“Okay,” Si Nan smiled, “Comrade Zhou Rong.”
Zhou Rong hung the brass pendant back around his neck, and Si Nan leaned down, sharing a deep, passionate kiss with Zhou Rong amid the falling snow.
The ring slid out, hanging from the chain, swaying and reflecting bright light.
At the New Year’s Eve dinner table, Yan Haowang looked at the ring he found in the steamed bun, feeling both amused and helpless, but still secretly slipped it into his pocket when General Zheng wasn’t paying attention.
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