Chapter 61 Half-ripe mulberries "...was it me who moved around last night?"...

The next day is a working day.

Before Sang Fu woke up, Zhuang Mowen had already gone to Jiada.

She got up and slowly prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.

Just as she reached the bathroom door, she suddenly remembered something, paused, and raised her hand hesitantly to knock.

After making sure that no one was there, she pushed the door open and went in.

Really, I was scared by last time.

The time agreed with Jin Qiong was noon, so Sang Fu went downstairs to have breakfast first.

Aunt Zhao was busy in the kitchen. Sang Fu always came down at this time. After a long time, she knew when to heat up breakfast.

The fresh meat porridge and breakfast were served. Aunt Zhao didn't rush to leave. She carefully looked at Sang Fu sitting at the table and smiled knowingly: "Hey, Miss Sang, you didn't sleep well last night either?"

The porridge was a little hot. Sang Fu held the spoon handle and took a small sip. She hummed in confusion and looked at Aunt Zhao. "Also?"

Aunt Zhao smiled, squinting her eyes. Pointing to the area under her eyes, she said, "Mr. Zhuang looked exactly like you when he came down this morning. He had dark circles under his eyes. He said he didn't sleep well. I've been working here for so long, and this is the first time I've seen him like this. It doesn't look like he didn't sleep well, it looks more like he hasn't slept all night."

"oh……"

Sang Fu buried her head in her porridge. "He's asleep. Maybe he's under a lot of pressure and didn't get enough rest."

She didn't understand the deeper meaning behind Aunt Zhao's words at all and answered seriously.

Didn't he sleep well?

She actually slept quite well, but she seemed tired after just one night's sleep.

After Aunt Zhao cleaned up the table and left, Sang Fu took Chuyi out for a walk and came back to sit on the sofa in the living room to work on the new book.

Two hours passed by unknowingly.

She closed her computer and shifted her body.

If you maintain a posture for a long time, your neck and waist will inevitably feel a little sore, especially your waist, which will feel unusually sore when you wake up in the morning.

It felt like it was being pressed down by something heavy all night.

Carrying the computer upstairs and returning to the room, Sang Fu looked at her face in the mirror and carefully examined it. She didn't go to bed early yesterday, and there were indeed bruises on her eyes.

Sangfu hesitated for a while, but still put on makeup.

…

"Professor Zhuang." Zhang Lu was about to go to the Qinxue Building for class when he saw Zhuang Mowen from afar. He narrowed his eyes and greeted him when he got closer.

"Teacher Zhang." Zhuang Mowen nodded in greeting. He was carrying a briefcase and was still as elegant as ever, except for a hint of fatigue between his brows.

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyelashes and glanced at the professional textbook in Zhang Lu's hand, "Go to class."

"Yeah." Zhang Lu said, "Why, didn't you get enough rest last night?"

Zhuang Mowen: "Is it obvious?"

"It's quite obvious," Zhang Lu said, holding his chin and teasing him, "I'm really curious. What could have disturbed our Professor Zhuang's mood? Is it work or family matters?"

Zhuang Mowen smiled and did not answer directly. He smiled gently and said, "My students are still waiting for me. See you later."

Zhang Lu decided to stop when he saw that things were going well: "Okay."

As he entered the building, Zhuang Mowen's cell phone rang.

Sang Fu: [Professor Zhuang.]

Sang Fu: [I'm going home today and won't be having dinner at Jinyuan tonight.]

Just seeing her message, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and he replied with a single hand, "OK".

Zhuang Mowen was about to put away his phone, but before he could turn it off, he saw another message from her: [Are you busy now?]

He paused and moved aside to make way for the passing students.

Everyone who passed by him would call out, so Zhuang Mowen, holding his phone, simply found a secluded corner.

[not busy. ]

[you say. ]

I guess he was delayed. After sending two messages, it was like a stone sinking into the sea. Sangfu did not reply.

Zhuang Mowen waited attentively for two minutes, but still received no response. He then put away his phone and walked into the elevator reserved for teachers.

He usually enters the classroom a few minutes early to prepare, and over time the students have understood this, so even before class starts, the classroom is always crowded with people.

Zhuang Mowen returned to his businesslike demeanor. He rested one hand on the podium, effortlessly manipulating the computer screen, and then began the class.

The course is profound and complex, but the effects that each teacher can convey are different. They are just a group of freshmen who have just been exposed to physics, and only a few of them can accept and digest these concepts.

Zhuang Mowen's class was not as stagnant as some old and old professors. Even the most obscure parts seemed to become easy to understand after he spoke.

Therefore, everyone likes to listen to his classes. Although it is a large class with more than a hundred students in the same major, at a glance, almost no one is playing with their mobile phones.

On the other side, Sangfu, who was completely unaware of the situation, held the mop, looked at Chuyi, and then looked at the floor next to it that had just been mopped.

"Chuyi, you should run slowly next time so you don't knock over the water bowl."

She returned the mop to its place and took the kettle to fill the water bowl.

Sangfu pinched its ears and curved her eyes: "Drink it quickly."

After doing all this, Sang Fu walked back to the sofa and sat down. Chuyi also jumped onto the sofa like a shadow. Sang Fu touched its fur and pulled out the quiet cell phone from under it. Then she remembered that she had only said half of her original words.

Seeing Zhuang Mowen's reply, she thought for a moment and typed:

[Nothing.]

[I just heard Aunt Zhao said you looked like you didn't sleep well.]

She squinted one eye and pushed back the dog's head that was approaching her. Then she looked at the phone screen and found that the last sentence had already been sent out due to the shaking.

[…Did I mess around last night?]

So during the class, the students were originally listening attentively, but suddenly, the crowd began to become bustling, and the sporadic whispers made Zhuang Mowen frown.

Before he could speak, someone called out, "Teacher Zhuang, the screen..."

He turned his head and saw something flashing at the top of the screen, and another line popped up: […Did I move around last night?]

“…”

Zhuang Mowen would habitually silence his phone before class, and this time was no exception, but WeChat was still logged in on the computer and he did not log out.

He turned back, leaned over and turned on the Do Not Disturb mode on his computer, and at the same time pressed the power button on his phone. The lock screen popped up, and her message happened to be frozen on the one he saw, and no new messages came.

People's desire for gossip and their reaction to it always outweighs the acquisition of any knowledge, even if the person imparting the knowledge is Zhuang Mowen. The audience erupted in enthusiastic roars: "Wow——"

"Is that Master's Wife?"

"Nonsense, otherwise why would it be 'last night'?"

"Excuse me, did anyone take a picture of that scene just now? Don't tell me no one did."

"Yeah, no one had time to grab their phones."

"So Mr. Zhuang's note to his mistress is her name? Ahhh, I thought it would be a little more romantic."

Zhuang Mowen operated the computer and calmly dealt with everything that shouldn't appear in the classroom.

The students' voices were ten thousand times louder than the classroom discussion. The man raised his head from the computer, his brows tinged with a hint of helplessness.

He raised his hand and gestured for silence.

The classroom gradually became quiet.

"They seem listless during class," he said, his eyes sweeping across the room. "But they become quite lively when it comes to gossiping. Apparently, they've finished the group assignments assigned at the beginning of the semester?"

When group work was mentioned, everyone shook their heads like rattles, "No, no."

"We're just a little curious, is it your master's wife, Professor Zhuang?" The storm that had just calmed down started up again. "How long have you been hiding?"

Everyone looked at Zhuang Mowen on the stage with great anticipation, watching him cut into the next slide with an iron fist.

Just when everyone thought there must be no hope, they heard him say, "Yes."

"Don't tell anyone about what happened today," Zhuang Mowen said. "For those who can do it, the group assignment will be extended for a week."

“????”

The audience erupted in sharp roars again, all in unison: "We can all do it!!!"

"But I still want to ask, why can't I tell you, Teacher Zhuang!"

"Yes, we should be open and honest in our relationships. Besides, there is no girl who doesn't want to be exposed by the other party." A girl said with empathy.

There is a popular saying nowadays: if you are in a relationship and the other person doesn’t want to make you public in their circle of friends, it means that the other person doesn’t love you at all.

As soon as these words were spoken, countless pairs of eyes in the classroom stared at Zhuang Mowen.

In their eyes, Zhuang Mowen is a gentleman with good manners, sometimes witty and dry humor, and he is well-known and famous. He is someone they cannot reach, but they all want to be like.

Such a person is like an indestructible mountain and an unshakable flag in their hearts, symbolizing success and excellence, and undoubtedly also possessing responsibility and commitment.

At school, in class, Zhuang Mowen never mentioned his wife. Could it be that the rumors at school about their supposedly romantic relationship were true? Did Mr. Zhuang and his wife have no feelings for each other?

That's why Teacher Zhuang is unwilling to reveal his mistress.

The people in the audience had already staged one tragic drama after another in their minds, but they saw the man on the stage pull up the corners of his lips, and there was a subtle self-mockery in his subtle smile.

His eyelashes drooped, as if he was sighing softly.

"She hasn't given her permission yet."

Everyone: “…”

It turns out that Teacher Zhuang is the one who is not made public and is not allowed to be made public!

…

After class, Zhuang Mowen walked out of the teaching building and finally had time to look at his phone.

He didn't just not sleep well, he didn't sleep the whole night.

To be precise, she was originally asleep, but from the moment she started moving, she was destined to have a sleepless night.

But fearing that she would become alienated from him again and move back to the master bedroom before she even felt comfortable enough, Zhuang Mowen cautiously replied, "No, it has nothing to do with you."

[Just thinking about something.]

Sang Fu breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the message and wanted to reply "That's good", but when she typed it, she suddenly felt like she was congratulating herself, so she deleted it.

[All right. ]

[Then don’t think too much when you go to bed tonight.]

He could imagine how serious she looked.

Her pointed eyebrows were furrowed in a serious frown, and she would look at him with her round dark eyes, while slightly tilting her face up.

[Okay.] He smiled, [Thank you for your concern.]

…

Sang family.

Sang Fu pushed the door open and went in. Sang Cheng was watering the flowers on the windowsill.

Those flowers were originally taken care of by Jin Qiong, but Jin Qiong was impatient and would go on strike if they didn't bloom after two days of watering. In the end, it was Sang Cheng who took care of them. Later, when they were not at home, it was Sang Fu who took care of them.

Later, Sang Fu was not at home, so Sang Cheng sent all the flowers and plants to his neighbor's house to take care of them.

I guess I will be able to stay in Lincheng for a long time this year, otherwise Hua would not be brought back.

She called out first: "Dad."

"Hey," Sang Cheng turned around and saw the water in the watering can spilled onto the floor. He quickly turned it around and put it aside. "I'm back."

Sanfu put down the gift she had prepared and asked, "Where's Mom?"

"I went to buy you some spareribs. I guess I'll be back soon." Sang Cheng said, "What are you going to buy at home?"

Sang Fu smiled and said, "You always bring me gifts when you go home."

Sang Cheng said, "You are my daughter, isn't it normal for you to bring a gift?"

"So it's normal for a daughter to give gifts to her parents."

Sang Cheng smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take it."

Sang Cheng's personality is much softer than Jin Qiong's, and they have had a good relationship for many years.

Jin Qiong's personality is too strong. If she meets someone who is even stronger, and no one gives in, the relationship will collapse sooner or later.

Sang Cheng is different. He is very good at giving in to Jin Qiong, and he doesn't harbor resentment. Instead, he gives in happily and as a matter of course, which makes Jin Qiong feel comfortable.

Her father was the only son in the family, but her grandparents never had any dissatisfaction with this marriage. When Sang Fu was very young, she heard her grandparents teasing Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng, saying that the two of them were a match made in heaven.

She didn't understand so she asked, "What does a match made in heaven mean?"

Grandpa laughed and touched Grandma: "How do you explain this?"

It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, so grandma broke the mooncake into two halves, handed one half to Sangfu, and held the other half herself.

The two mooncakes collided in the air. The mooncakes that were originally broken into pieces with no regularity or beauty were now perfectly filled with every groove and undulation by each other.

My grandparents were still very young at that time. My grandmother bent down, and the faint lines at the corners of her eyes wrinkled because of her kind smile.

"Look, aren't there bumps and depressions on the edges of the two pieces?" Grandma lowered her head and explained to her in detail.

Sangfu nodded ignorantly.

Grandma said, "If both halves of the mooncake are concave, then they must not be the same piece. There must be a gap when they are put together. Look at the two pieces in our hands. Where one is concave, the other is convex, and vice versa."

Even if some mooncakes have a large convex area, as long as there is a half piece that can accommodate it, it can still form a complete mooncake."

"This is what we call a match made in heaven."

When a mooncake is naturally broken apart, one piece will always have more and the other will have less, but as long as the patterns and contours match, they will always be the missing half.