Chapter 36 Half-ripe mulberries "Bad guy."

The snow fell quietly, and they walked slowly along the street.

The umbrella above their heads was a circle, like a shrunken sky belonging to just the two of them, blocking their path of movement.

Now, they had nowhere to go except this area and each other.

Sang Fu put her hands in her pockets. Her hands were originally cold, but now they were warm enough just from the surface of the heat pack.

She exhaled, and white mist appeared and dissipated.

The pedestrians were all in a hurry, only the two of them were strolling leisurely, looking a little out of place.

A few snowflakes drifted down onto her shoulders with the wind. Sang Fu lowered her eyelashes and raised her hand to brush them away, but they immediately turned into water, soaking her fingertips with its cool warmth.

"Sanfu."

Zhuang Mowen's voice rang in his ears, breaking the silence.

Unlike before, his voice was low and gentle, as if he was afraid to scare her. When Sangfu looked over, he paused for a long time before slowly asking, "What happened?"

Following these words, Sang Fu felt the soreness in her chest again, and her dark pupils trembled: "Why are you..."

She wanted to ask him how he knew, but her words got stuck in her throat halfway through.

"It's just a small thing," Sanfu said honestly, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she turned her face away. "It's over."

For Sanfu, the argument during the day was something she would never regret. If she could go back in time ten thousand times, she would make the same choice ten thousand times.

The real thorn in her heart came from the long-term contempt and neglect she had received from the people around her during her more than a month of working on the crew.

She wasn't sad, but she was angry.

But Sanfu understood from a young age that emotions are useless.

Crying and tears can't change anything.

Her parents couldn't get back overnight, and her sprained ankle still hurt. Worse still, her eye was swollen, making it difficult for her to concentrate on her homework, and she didn't complete her study plan for the day.

Hearing her answer, Zhuang Mowen did not ask any more questions. He looked at her and said softly, "Since it's in the past, let's not mention it."

He always maintains a proper sense of proportion.

Sangfu lowered her brows and flexed and unclenched her fingers in her pockets.

Fortunately, he didn't ask any further questions.

Half a minute later, Zhuang Mowen spoke again, but he had changed the subject and his tone was more casual:

"What's the name of the crew you're in?"

The original agreement of non-interference in each other's work not only covered private life.

Sang Fu never asked, but Zhuang Mowen would take the initiative to send her a message when he was on a business trip, so that if the elders asked her about his whereabouts, she would not be clueless.

She had been in the crew for a month and had only informed Zhuang Mowen of the location and duration of the shoot. She had not mentioned any other details, such as what was being filmed and where the shoot took place every day.

Telling him the name of the crew is actually no different from revealing his own pseudonym to a certain extent.

Sang Fu never deliberately covered the book, but her parents and Wei Yao all knew about it, and if the physical book came out, they would also show some symbolic support.

Especially Sang Cheng, who always bought a lot of things to bring home. Jin Qiong didn't like her doing this business, so she would get angry when she saw it, and then threaten to throw them all away. In the end, Sang Cheng moved them into the study to keep them, and Jin Qiong didn't really throw them away.

However, there is a difference between not covering it up intentionally and telling it as soon as you are asked.

But if the other party is Zhuang Mowen...

Sanfu thought about it and finally spoke. After she finished speaking, she asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"Not doing anything," Zhuang Mowen replied, "just asking."

The snow fell quickly and heavily, soon covering everything it touched with a thin, crystal-clear layer. Because it had just fallen, the layers were uneven and looked fluffy.

The wind was still biting, and her thick scarf covered her chin. Sang Fu was thoughtful. "Professor Zhuang, were you around here before? You seemed to come here very quickly."

She knew very well that even if she had green lights all the way and avoided the morning and evening rush hours, it would take less than ten minutes to reach the destination.

"What's wrong?"

He gently returned the question to Sang Fu without giving a direct answer. Sang Fu didn't want to delve into it and let it go: "Nothing."

It doesn't matter.

Maybe he came here on personal business.

When she shut up, Zhuang Mowen took the initiative to speak, "I have an appointment with a friend tonight, and we happened to have dinner here."

"Oh." Sang Fu understood, then realized the contradiction after a moment. She turned her head away blankly, her face full of confusion. "Then why did you ask me to eat?"

Her height just reached his shoulders, so she had to look up. The next second, Zhuang Mowen also turned his head to look at her.

"It's like this," he said calmly. Sangfu thought he would tell her some little-known facts, such as that you can actually eat two meals in a row for midnight snacks or dinners, or that he was not full.

While Sang Fu was making wild guesses, she heard Zhuang Mowen calmly add, "I stood him up."

Sang Fu was momentarily disheveled in the wind and said in a daze: "...Is that so?"

"You broke up with him and then came to me?"

Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyelashes, shadows falling on his lower eyelids. He looked into her eyes and nodded slowly without hesitation.

She opened her mouth and paused for a second before asking, "Why?"

After the words fell, Zhuang Mowen's expression paused and he did not answer immediately.

Sanfu could feel his eyes, hidden by his eyelashes, brushing against her cheek. It was like the feeling of snow melting on her skin a few minutes ago, warm and cool, bringing a rare shiver.

"Maybe it's because I have a hunch that you need..." Zhuang Mowen finally looked away and looked up, his tone somewhat nonchalant, "this umbrella."

Sangfu also raised her head as he did, looked at the dark umbrella above her head, and blinked.

This time, she finally realized he was joking.

She had nothing to say.

Right now, she really needs this umbrella.

"Then, will he be unhappy?" she asked the friend who was stood up by him.

"No, we've known each other for many years. Besides," Zhuang Mowen said leisurely, "he's stood me up quite a few times."

“…” So they were hurting each other…

Sang Fu turned her head and stared at the vast night in front of her. The snowflakes blown everywhere by the wind looked like elves walking in the night.

In her impression, Zhuang Mowen should be a person who behaves very properly. For some reason, when Zhuang Mowen said something like "standing someone up", which could be considered a moral issue, Sang Fu always had an indescribable feeling.

Under the street light, Zhuang Mowen glanced at her and caught the subtle change in her expression.

"What are you laughing at?"

Sang Fu's smile was still very faint, and she didn't retreat because of his words. She looked ahead, kicked away a stone that had fallen on the road, and said, "I just suddenly realized that you also have a very bad side."

His eyes followed the stone rolling into the distance until it stopped. Zhuang Mowen then withdrew his gaze and looked at her again, a smile in his eyes.

"Yeah?"

bad.

This was the first time Zhuang Mowen had received such a comment in his 28 years of life.

But he actually thought it was not bad.

Before I knew it, the hotel building was left far behind, and the lively voices of people flooded into my ears. Lincheng has many delicious foods, and now is the time when the night market business is the busiest.

Just as they were about to pass by, Zhuang Mowen's sleeve was pulled by someone.

"Professor Zhuang."

He lowered his head: "Hmm?"

Sanfu: "Are you hungry?"

“…”

"I'm hungry," she said seriously, her eyes brightened by the light, "Let's go eat."

…

It was almost twelve o'clock when we returned to the hotel from the night market.

"Send me a message when you get in."

Zhuang Mowen did not follow her. He sent Sang Fu to the hotel lobby before turning back to the car.

The snow had stopped long ago, but some snow inevitably accumulated on the car.

He sat in the driver's seat and was in no hurry to leave.

A few minutes later, the phone rang twice in succession.

Sang Fu: [Professor Zhuang, I'm here.]

Sangfu: [Remember to send me a message when you get home.]

When he picked up his phone, she sent a third message: [But maybe I'm already asleep.]

Zhuang Mowen looked at the message, his fingertips twitching slightly, and replied: [OK.]

[You take a rest first.]

The other party didn't reply, probably went to wash up first.

Zhuang Mowen quit WeChat and switched to Weibo.

It was the board of directors who asked him to download and register this app at the beginning of the school year. They wanted him to use his fame to run a science popularization account, but he refused because he thought it was troublesome and irrelevant, but he still keeps the software.

Recalling the name of the crew she mentioned.

He edited it and searched.

First, her account name was tagged in the relevant post, and Zhuang Mowen casually clicked to follow and returned to the real-time square.

As he continued to scroll, he finally found a post with a very interesting title that caught his attention.

[Shocking news!! According to an anonymous extra, the director and screenwriter of the xxx crew got into an argument today!

You know xxx, right? It's the play adapted from Sang Ren's novel of the same name. Sang Ren was the screenwriter on the xxx crew! She adapted the play herself! It's said that today's incident was caused by the director's frequent changes and deletions. Mrs. Sang Ren was furious and confronted her directly, changing the play back! Let's give a thumbs up to Mrs. Sang Ren for standing up to the unauthorized changes!!

In the comment section, besides all the praises, there are also many incredible voices.

[It's obviously fake. Marketing accounts these days have no professionalism at all and just make up stories to gain attention.]

[I heard Sang Ren just graduated. Even if you have some talent and ability, you dare to confront the director for your first film adaptation? Your future adaptations are probably in jeopardy. But if the show becomes a hit, forget what I said.]

There are also black fans downstairs who replied: [Catch the mulberry and cool it down.]

Zhuang Mowen browsed that post, reported it without changing his expression, turned off his phone, started the car and drove towards Jinyuan.

There were many questioning comments, but putting aside the truth of the incident, Zhuang Mowen was not surprised even if it was true.

Sanfu had indeed never lost her temper in front of him.

But from the first time he met her, Zhuang Mowen knew that she was definitely not a weak, indecisive girl.

…

Late at night, everything is silent. The prosperous and gorgeous Lincheng becomes plain and beautiful because of the snow. The wind hits the window, and the night that falls into the room is hazy and gentle.

Sang Fu was lying on the bed, her hair loose, her breathing even and long, she was already sleeping very soundly.

On the bedside table, the mobile phone screen suddenly flashed silently twice, and in the dim light, a small piece of soft light quietly spread out.

Zhuang Mowen: [I'm here.]

Zhuang Mowen: [Good night.]

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Author's words: Highlight: I have an exam on the 14th (tomorrow), so the update will be late, don't wait.

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