Chapter 30 Half-ripe mulberries "I'd be jealous too."

The Western-style restaurant is elegant in style, with crystal chandeliers shining brightly.

Chuyi was taken out by the staff, and the private room suddenly became quiet with only two people left. Sangfu was cutting the steak silently.

It seemed like this was their first time dining in a Western restaurant. Before, when they went out to eat together, they mostly went to Chinese restaurants.

"I've never asked before, but I'm curious," Zhuang Mowen said casually, "You've been on several blind dates, why did you choose me?"

Sanfu didn't understand why he suddenly asked about this. It had been several months, but she thought for a moment and answered seriously: "Intuition."

"intuition?"

"I feel like you're a very good person," said Sang Fu. Her face was small and delicate under the light. "Of course, besides my intuition, my friends and family all praise you."

Her parents were kept in the dark and praised by everyone, so their credibility was extremely low. It was because of Sheng Weiyao's words, and she also happened to attend one of his classes at that time. Through his words and actions, she could see his cultivation.

But in the end, what allowed her to say it was his refusal.

He could have kept it a secret, but Zhuang Mowen chose to be honest and tell her the truth.

This just gave her the courage to believe him.

Thinking back on that day now, it was so sloppy.

If her intuition had been slightly off, the two families might be in chaos right now, and even if there were medicine for regret in the world, it would be too late for her to take it.

Zhuang Mo heard this and chuckled, "Does this count as you giving me the nice guy card?"

Sanfu raised her eyelashes, and the angle of their faces made the first thing she saw was his hand.

Whether visually or from a personal experience, his hands are very big.

Not only compared with girls, but even among men, Zhuang Mowen's hands are considered to be relatively large, slender and beautiful, with bulging veins on the back of his white hands. Holding a silver knife and fork, he looks gentle and noble.

Sang Fu's gaze lingered for a moment before she raised it with hesitation. Zhuang Mowen's eyes were warm, and she said seriously, "But I never give out my good guy card randomly or against my will."

Let the master bedroom, invite auntie... no matter how big or small, considerate, Sang Fu finally understood the sentence she accidentally read on the Internet before -

“You need to find someone who is good in himself, not someone who is only good to you.”

Because of his inherent cultivation, he has been very good to her, respecting her and taking care of her since they got married.

A man like this would treat anyone he chose as his wife, right? Perhaps if he abandoned the so-called contract, he would be more attentive to his real wife.

There's nothing wrong with this.

They are not people on the same path.

Sanfu lowered her eyelashes, stared at the tender and juicy steak on the plate, and put a piece into her mouth.

strangeness.

The food that seemed delicious just a moment ago now tastes strangely bland in my mouth.

"I'm just an ordinary person, not as good as you think."

Zhuang Mowen's voice was gentle, "I'm not a Bodhisattva who saves all living beings and is good to everyone."

"..." Sang Fu didn't know what to say. His words precisely matched her inner thoughts, but her thoughts were a little confused, so confused that her words couldn't form a sentence, so she had to remain silent.

After a while, Sanfu poked the steak with a silver fork and said dryly, "Really?"

"Yeah." Zhuang Mowen said, "For example, I get jealous too."

The word was a bit strong, but it made the atmosphere much more relaxed.

Sanfu followed up his question and asked, "Really? When?"

Zhuang Mowen looked at her eyes, which were clearly black and white. Her long eyelashes formed a thick line, making the lines of her eyes particularly clear. Her pupils reflected the light, bright and clear.

He said slowly, "Someone else's things appeared in the house."

Her expression gradually changed from curiosity to confusion: "Why is it jealousy? If you don't like that person, shouldn't you be angry? Or something else..."

There's nothing right about the emotion of jealousy.

Zhuang Mowen seemed to be stumped by the question. He was obviously stunned for a moment before he said, "I don't know about this either."

He looked away and muttered it again.

"I don't know either."

It was so soft that Sangfu couldn't hear the syllables.

However, he really wanted to throw the mousse out while she was not at home.

The farther the better.

…

At the end of December, for some reason, the weather in all seasons this year has been unpredictable. This winter has just begun, and the temperature in Lincheng has continued to hit new lows.

The crew started working non-stop in the face of the cold air. Except for the actors who had to wear out-of-season clothes, the other staff members were wrapped up like dumplings. Even so, they were still freezing, not to mention people like Sang Fu who refused to wrap themselves up like dumplings.

"Brother Ma is treating us today. Please have some hot milk tea to warm yourself up!" During the break, Sang Fu was discussing the script with the leading actress when she heard Brother Ma's assistant shouting from a distance.

Ma Ge is the male lead of the show and is a little famous. Usually, several leading actors will take turns to treat him to milk tea, which is really heartwarming in the middle of winter.

Everyone swarmed over.

"Let's go." The leading actress smiled and pulled Sang Fu to her feet. "We'll discuss the script later. Let's rest first. Look at your hands. They're warm now that I've put on my coat, but you're still freezing even with all this thick clothing."

In fact, their ages were not much different, both in their early twenties, and they had more topics to talk about than others. So Sang Fu put down the script and walked over with her.

"good."

When I arrived, I heard Ma Ge's assistant say, "Hey, Xiao Liu, didn't you ask for leave this morning?"

"Oh, I only asked for half a day."

"Look at this, we missed a head." The assistant thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, forget it. Take it away first."

They arrived late and lined up in the outer circle. By the time they got to the line, only two cups were left. The leading lady took one and was about to ask Sang Fu to take one too. The assistant seemed to have just noticed Sang Fu and suddenly realized, "There's still Miss Sang. I thought there was no one else. Well, I'll give you this one."

Sang Fu glanced at the milk tea and said, "This cup is yours, so drink it yourself. You've worked hard to distribute this. I don't need any more, thank you."

She didn't really like drinking milk tea, but because the leading actress interacted with her more, her assistant would bring her a portion when she got it, and Sang Fu accepted it.

It’s not necessary to drink it.

Later, after exiting the crowd, the leading actress grumbled quietly, "Hey, he's an assistant, helping people with their work, so it's only natural that he gave you that cup."

The cold wind blew over, and Sanfu's throat felt a little sore. She said, "It's okay."

"Ah, you just have such a good temper," the female lead said. "I'm going back to the car now. I've remembered everything you just said to me, and I'll try to adjust my mood."

Sanfu nodded, "Okay."

There was still half an hour of break time, so she went back to the car and took a nap.

Maybe I went to bed too early yesterday, so I am very awake and can't fall asleep now.

Sang Fu sent a message to Sheng Weiyao: [Weiyao, do you think I have a good temper?]

Sheng Weiyao replied: [Why are you asking me this?]

Sanfu: [It just came to my mind suddenly.]

Sheng Weiyao: [Don’t make you angry, everything is fine.]

[Mainly because you're pretty hard to mess with.]

As far as she could remember, Sang Fu had never quarreled with anyone, but Sheng Weiyao also knew that most of the time, Sang Fu's good temper was just because she was too lazy to care. If she got serious, it would be really serious.

When I was in high school, I would argue with my math teacher for an entire afternoon over a problem, and in the end the math teacher admitted that he was wrong.

When she was in the upper grades of elementary school, she and Sanfu were in the same class. Many children of that age were precocious, and rumors of their love affairs were flying everywhere.

Sheng Weiyao developed faster than other girls of the same age, so she became the first one to be affected.

At that time, she was just anxious and feeling aggrieved. Sang Fu, who was half a head shorter than her, stood up and led her to find the boy who spread the rumors and asked him to apologize to Sheng Weiyao in front of the whole school during the flag-raising ceremony next week.

"I won't do that, what can you do to me?" The boys were lazy and even learned to whistle at them, which was very vulgar.

Sang Fu stood in front of Sheng Weiyao, looked directly at the boy, and said, "I will tell everyone that you are twelve years old and still wet the bed."

The boy sneered: "Hey, who would believe that?"

Sang Fu ignored him and continued, "Your mother said that you wet the bed last time and you didn't dare let her find out, so you secretly washed the sheets. When you were discovered, you cried and begged her not to tell anyone. Don't you also think it's shameful that you, a grown-up, still wet the bed?"

After all, she was young and had a low level of shame. When the boy saw that she was serious and seemed to be really going to do it, he immediately got angry: "Don't talk nonsense, my mother doesn't know you!"

Sang Fu was calm: "How do you prove that you don't know him?"

"You—" The boy's face turned red with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, if you apologize, then don't say anything nonsense to me!"

After that, no one in that school dared to spread rumors about Sheng Weiyao anymore, because they all knew that Sheng Weiyao had a friend who was better at making up stories than them.

Every time Sheng Weiyao thinks of this incident, her heart feels warm. She doesn't know how little Sang Fu could be so brave at that time.

So, when she thinks about what Sangfu went through in high school, even though she has gotten over it now, she still feels extremely sad that she was unable to help at all.

Sangfu sent a smiling bunny emoji: [Can I come see you tonight?]

She rarely does this. Most of the time, Sheng Weiyao sticks to her, or asks Sang Fu to stick to her.

Not to mention that she is still busy working, which is not her style at all.

Sheng Weiyao asked her: [What’s wrong with you?]

It was almost time to start work, so Sangfu took off the blanket covering her body, folded it neatly and put it back in its place.

She picked up the phone and replied: [Just wanted to talk to you.]

She didn't know what was going on either.

She just felt that she seemed a little different from before and was a little confused.

Is it because there have been too many things going on recently?

Her emotions were always in a mess, and sometimes she would inexplicably express something inappropriate...similar to joy, or some other feeling that she couldn't understand.

The filming today lasted until after ten o'clock in the evening. Sang Fu originally wanted to pack up before leaving, but considering the time, she went directly to Sheng Weiyao's house.

She has everything at home anyway.

At eleven o'clock, she knocked on Sheng Weiyao's door.

After washing up, they squeezed onto a small bed and looked at the ceiling.

Sheng Weiyao followed her and observed carefully for a long time, but couldn't figure out what was going on: "My ceiling isn't leaking, is it?"

"No," said Sanfu. "I was just daydreaming. And from such a distance, I couldn't see if there were any cracks."

Sheng Weiyao: "...What do you want to say?"

Sanfu tilted her head to look at her, she was distressed: "I just don't know what I want to say."

"..." Sheng Weiyao asked her, "Are you unhappy at work recently?"

Sanfu shook her head: "No."

“Is the writing going smoothly?”

"It went very smoothly."

"Then..." Sheng Weiyao didn't know where to start. She thought hard and came up with another idea: "How do you get along with Professor Zhuang? Are you harmonious?"

After several seconds, Sanfu said, "Very good."

There is no bad time.

"That's fine, that's fine," Sheng Weiyao said helplessly, "What are you struggling with?"

Sang Fu closed her eyes, covered herself with the quilt and said nothing.

"Forget it, let's go to sleep."

Sheng Weiyao couldn't stand it anymore. She sat up and pulled at her quilt: "Sang Fu, you come to see me late at night and don't say anything. Are you really that insidious?"

"It's cold," Sang Fu said, pulling the quilt up again. Her voice was muffled. "I think it might be because I've had a cold these past two days, so my mind is a bit confused. Nothing else."

“…Oh, alright.”

Sheng Weiyao couldn't bring herself to do anything to the patient, so she had to lie back down. With her gossipy heart still hanging in the air, she quickly fell asleep.

Sang Fu was curled up in the quilt beside her. Maybe it was because she had a cold, her sleep became worse than ever. Sheng Weiyao's even breathing could be heard, but Sang Fu had not fallen asleep yet.

It was not until the second half of the night that she fell into a deep sleep.

…

I stayed up all night for a few more nights.

On the eve of New Year's Day, one day they finally finished work in the afternoon. Sang Fu was not used to sleeping in a hotel bed, so she simply moved back to Jinyuan and would make new plans when there was a big night scene.

She came back very suddenly without saying hello to anyone in advance. When she got home, Zhuang Mowen had not yet finished get off work. Aunt Zhao had not seen her for nearly half a month and was very happy. She kept saying that she would cook some delicious dishes.

"No, Aunt Zhao," Sang Fu stopped Aunt Zhao as she was about to go out to buy groceries and said, "Just the usual ones. I have a cold and can't eat them."

Not only is she feeling listless, she also has no appetite. If Aunt Zhao makes too much, it will be wasted.

"Okay, okay." Aunt Zhao had no choice but to listen. "Then I'll follow today's plan."

When Zhuang Mowen returned home, almost the moment he opened the door, he saw Sang Fu playing with Chuyi in the living room.

He paused slightly and approached her: "Why didn't you tell me you were back?"

Sang Fu turned around and saw Zhuang Mowen taking off his coat and hanging it aside. He was wearing a black slim-fit wool sweater with a half-high collar, which made his shoulders look very broad.

I don’t know if it’s because he has good taste in clothes or because he has a superior figure and temperament, but Sang Fu has never seen any clothes that don’t fit him, they all suit him very well.

She said, "I was too anxious, so I didn't tell you."

Hearing the answer, Zhuang Mowen turned his head and his eyes fell on her face.

Her voice was hoarse and nasal, very different from usual: "Have a cold?"

"Is it obvious?" Sang Fu was stunned. "It's been several days. I don't know why it hasn't healed yet."

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"Eating."

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"I'm leaving."

Zhuang Mowen said, "Well. If there's no improvement, we should go to the hospital."

After he said this, he went to the kitchen.

Sang Fu thought he was going to see what Aunt Zhao had cooked, so she continued to tease Chuyi with the toy in her hand. Two minutes later, she heard a crisp knocking sound.

She looked over.

Zhuang Mowen withdrew his hand, leaving a porcelain cup on the coffee table, with water rippling at the rim.

"Drink some warm water."

Zhuang Mowen said, "The temperature outside is low. If you go out before you're fully recovered, it's easy for the condition to recur and become more serious. The sooner you recover, the better."

Sanfu said okay.

Apart from feeling listless, she felt that she was in good condition.

That's what Sanfu thought until she woke up in the middle of the night.

When I woke up from sleep, my body felt cold even with a blanket covering it.

She gasped, sat up, touched her forehead, then got out of bed in a daze and looked everywhere for fever-reducing medicine.

Her throat was dry and hoarse, and she couldn't find any medicine to reduce the fever, so Sangfu went to the kitchen to get a glass of warm water.

When she was drinking water, she remembered that when she first came to Jinyuan, Zhuang Mowen seemed to have told her that there was a medicine box at home, but where was it?

Sang Fu tiptoed out of the kitchen, turned on a light, and looked around the living room where she usually kept the Chinese medicine sent by Rong Qingqiu.

There were also several packets of Chinese medicine neatly placed there. She took them back but went to the crew shortly afterwards, and now they are still there unopened.

No, only those Chinese medicines.

She had no choice but to go upstairs dizzy with a swollen and aching head.

…

It was almost two in the morning.

Zhuang Mowen was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

-----------------------

The author has something to say: Good evening, today's word count is fat [pat head]

Red envelope