Chapter 44 Half-ripe mulberry impulse

She didn't know when she fell asleep the night before. When the alarm clock rang, Sang Fu sat up reflexively without even opening her eyes. With sleepy eyes, when her blurry vision returned to normal, Zhuang Mowen was no longer in the room.

The quilt on the sofa was neatly folded. Sang Fu brushed her teeth and glanced towards the entrance. Sure enough, the bouquet of pink roses had also been taken away.

After washing up and having plenty of time, she checked her phone.

As if he knew what she was thinking, the moment he opened his phone, he saw a message from Zhuang Mowen.

[I have something else to do in Lincheng, so I'll go back first.]

Sanfu checked the time.

It's just after seven o'clock, and this message was sent nearly an hour ago.

She was about to reply when there was a knock on the door.

The door opened, it was the delivery man.

“Your takeaway.”

That packaging bag looks like breakfast.

Sang Fu made sure her memory was correct and explained gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't order takeout. Did you send it to the wrong place?"

"Room number 5079 is correct. Was it your boyfriend's choice? His last name is Zhuang."

The last word made Sang Fu pause for a moment. Facing the delivery man's gaze, she felt an inexplicable burning sensation on her face. "Th-That should be mine."

She took it, said "I'm sorry" softly a few times, then stepped back and closed the door.

The warm feeling extended from the inside of the paper bag all the way to her hands. Sang Fu trotted back to the coffee table and sat down. Just as she was about to take a photo and send it to him, her phone received a message from Zhuang Mowen first.

[Did you get breakfast?]

It's not surprising when you think about it. The information he fills in and the tracks are synchronized on his mobile phone in real time. He naturally knows every move.

Sanfu: [I got it.]

Sanfu: [Did you book the wrong time?]

Zhuang Mowen: [Am I that stupid?]

Zhuang Mowen: [I estimated your wake-up time and ordered this for you.]

Zhuang Mowen: [Is it okay to delay your departure?]

Sanfu: [No, just right.]

Sanfu: [Thank you.]

Sangfu usually has no fixed amount for breakfast.

Sometimes I remember to order takeout when I wake up so that I can pick it up when I go out; sometimes I eat at a nearby breakfast shop; sometimes I’m in a hurry to get to work and just take two breads with me to have a bite.

Zhuang Mowen had indeed grasped the timing just right. She could finish her meal here and go directly to the crew without having to travel any further.

She looked at her breakfast, bit her lip, and picked up the phone she had just put down.

[Have you been on the highway?]

Sang Fu took out the lean meat porridge and dumplings from the paper bag, placed them on the coffee table, then got up and went to the kitchen to wash her hands.

The water from the faucet was flowing, and her thoughts were a little vague. She always got up quickly, but in fact, the time for washing and dinner was basically used to delay the startup of her brain. Suddenly, she heard the phone ringing beside her.

Zhuang Mowen: [Okay, rest at the service station, then continue on our journey.]

Zhuang Mowen: [Eat breakfast quickly; it gets cold easily.]

She was probably really not thinking straight, and she forgot to wipe her hands. Her wet fingertips touched the screen, and Sang Fu typed two words according to the muscle memory she had acquired from years of typing:

[OK. ]

Turn off your phone.

After breakfast, I can just follow the crew’s car to Hengdian.

It wasn't until they arrived at the venue and were filming until it was completely bright that Sangfu's phone, which had been lying in her pocket and silent for nearly half the morning, suddenly made a "ding dong" sound.

"All departments, prepare. One shot, three takes. Action—"

The filming continued. Sangfu walked out of the crowd, took a few steps to the open area, and then turned on her mobile phone.

She was not surprised when she saw Zhuang Mowen's name. She calculated that he should have just arrived in Lincheng at this time.

But when the content of the message came into view, Sangfu's expression froze——

Zhuang Mowen: [Okay]

Zhuang Mowen: [=^_^=]

Realizing something, she raised her gaze to the message she had received earlier.

I clearly remember that I only sent one message, but now there are two green boxes showing successful sending.

After that “OK”, an emoji was sent out for some reason: [=^_^=]

“…”

I am so ashamed to face people.

When she was chatting with Zhuang Mowen, she rarely used emoticons, even emojis, let alone such cute emoticons.

Afraid he might misunderstand, she didn't quite understand what he might have misunderstood, so she quickly quoted the emoji and explained: "I touched this by mistake."

Next time I'll wipe my hands dry before replying...

The actors were reciting their lines clearly not far behind her. Sangfu leaned against the stone pillar, staring at the weeds growing out of the cracks in the bricks on the ground. The cold wind blew wildly, hitting her cheeks and rubbing them to create a little bit of heat.

She lowered her eyes and looked at her phone, which was still on. A few seconds later, Sangfu's eyes flickered as she looked at the new message that popped up.

[It doesn't matter. ]

He replied with these three words, but there was more than just these three words, followed by another sentence:

[I am not.]

…

Lincheng.

Zhuang Mowen took off his protective gear and came out of the laboratory.

Pull out your phone.

Sanfu: [Okay…]

Her words always remind people of her expressions. Zhuang Mowen smiled and exited her chat box. His eyes moved slightly and his smile suddenly disappeared.

Siming: [How's your pursuit going?]

Zhuang Mowen walked a few steps away, leaned against the corridor railing, and typed with one hand: [What about you?]

Siming: [After all, it was my first time giving flowers, so I couldn't scare the girl. Of course, I made the excuse that everyone had them. But even though it was just an excuse, I did give them to quite a few people. Do you know how expensive those flowers were combined? It hurt.]

[Isn't there a trend online about "I hugged the whole class just to give you a hug"? Do you think that when we're together and she knows how deeply I love her, she'll be moved to tears?]

cry?

He couldn't bear to let her cry.

Their teeth chattered lightly for a moment, and Zhuang Mowen sneered, "Don't send me off again."

Siming was confused: [Why?]

Zhuang Mowen gave him five words: [You two are not suitable.]

Siming: [No, how did you know?]

Zhuang Mowen: [I asked a master to calculate for you, and your true love hasn't appeared yet.]

After sending this message, he didn't care what the other party sent and just turned off his phone.

In fact, he also thought that even if he was interrupted, he had to finish what he had not said.

But those words were not just greetings during a meal, they needed to be said in one go. Besides, if he really finished saying them, wouldn't Sang Fu know the purpose of Siming sending flowers?

Forget it, there is still a long way to go.

The other side.

After a busy morning, Siming finally returned to his residence and rested for half an hour. However, just as he was about to lie down, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. He was staring at the bouquet of pink roses outside the door.

He turned his head and looked at the delivery man who hurried away: "Hey, who delivered this? Why didn't you tell me?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the delivery man walked faster and disappeared in a flash.

"Who ordered this..."

Siming muttered, but didn't take it too seriously. He scratched his head, squatted down, and flicked the petals with his fingers.

"How strange! Why are there pink roses..."

…

All day long, Sangfu felt that there was an unsolved mystery lingering in her heart, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

It wasn't until she returned to the hotel room, washed up and lay back in bed, she was about to fall asleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Sanfu frowned slightly and stared at the ceiling with her eyes open.

Something doesn't seem right.

Wasn't he here on a business trip? Why was he returning to Lincheng so early in the morning?

…

On the fourth day after Valentine's Day, the crew officially wrapped up filming, and the filming that had lasted for more than two months finally came to a perfect end.

The wrap-up banquet was scheduled to be held at a local old-fashioned restaurant, the kind that many film crews would visit.

Everyone was extremely happy. After filming a drama, they completed a work with Sangfu. For those who were truly dedicated, it was like giving birth to a life. She could empathize with him very much.

Amidst the excitement, everyone raised their glasses. Sang Fu also held the fruit drink in front of her and raised it with a smile.

"Teacher Sang," someone noticed the color of the liquid in her cup was wrong and teased, "We've already finished filming, why don't you at least have a drink?"

Sang Fu smiled faintly and refused: "I took cefuroxime and can't drink it."

"Okay, the most important thing is to participate. No one is allowed to force you to drink today. Drink if you can, and don't drink if you can't." The director spoke, looking at Sang Fu with admiration in his eyes.

As early as the beginning, when she was fearless and embarrassed him in public, he was dissatisfied with her.

But gradually he discovered that this girl just had her own principles and stubbornness, she had no bad intentions and had never been hostile to him.

Then think about it, when he was her age and just entered the society, wasn't he also full of enthusiasm and extremely serious about every shot?

He is no longer able to do it now, but there are tens of thousands of people in this world, from all walks of life, so we have to allow some people who are more serious to exist.

After attending the wrap-up party, Sang Fu didn't eat anything. She went to the hotel to pick up the luggage she had packed the night before and boarded the high-speed train for her return trip.

I received a lot of messages on my phone, most of which were congratulations in the crew group chat, and some were private messages.

Sheng Weiyao: [Happy wrap, baby!]

Even Siming, who was absent due to other work, sent her a private message: [Happy wrap!!!]

Sang Fu politely replied to each message one by one, and then clicked on the last unread message.

Zhuang Mowen: [Happy wrap-up, congratulations.]

Zhuang Mowen: [When will you arrive in Lincheng? I'll pick you up.]

Her: [How did you know I finished filming today?]

She didn't seem to have told Zhuang Mowen.

Zhuang Mowen: [Guess.]

The train was speeding along. Sanfu held her cheek and slowly replied: [I can't guess.]

Zhuang Mowen sent over a screenshot.

It was the Weibo interface, and on it was the news that her crew had finished filming.

It has been on Xiaobao’s hot search, and the ranking is not high, but it is also possible that it was randomly pushed to his mobile phone.

Sanfu: [So that's how it is.]

Zhuang Mowen: [Hmm, so when will it arrive?]

It was indeed inconvenient for Sangfu to go back since she didn't drive this time.

But if it were the same as before, she would rather take a taxi home than trouble him.

Pointing her finger at the blank chat box, Sangfu bit the soft flesh inside her lips. She wanted to think rationally about conceiving a refusal, but the same face and figure kept appearing in her mind.

There was an impulse from the bottom of her heart pushing her.

By the time she came to her senses, the message had already been sent and could not be undone.

[There's still an hour and a half left.]

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The author has something to say: The name of that impulse is: wanting to see him

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The high-end version of the emoticons cannot be displayed, so I can only switch to the low-end version =^_^= kitten face