Chapter 18 Normal Physiological Needs of Raw Mulberries
The night was as thick as insoluble ink, and the light from the street lamps in the distance was dim. Zhuang Mowen's eyes moved up and met Sang Fu's gaze, and he seemed to be stunned as well.
After a moment of silence, he took a step back, whispered "sorry", and let go of her hand.
Late autumn is ringing the bell for the arrival of winter. The cold wind blows, and the moment they separate, the warmth and tenderness quickly disappears in Zhuang Mowen's palm.
In just two seconds, it seemed as if the cold wind had devoured everything, leaving only a long and silent silence.
Sang Fu didn't think too much about it. She continued to put her hands into her pockets, and there was a slight rustling sound.
To be honest, the pocket had never been exposed to human body temperature, so it was cold when I suddenly put it in, and it was far less warm than his hand.
Such a good physique is probably an innate talent, which makes people envy it.
They looked away from each other. Sang Fu lowered her head to look at the pattern on the ground, burying her chin in the half-raised velvety collar of her coat. She didn't continue the topic. "The weather is getting colder. Do you still take Chuyi out for a night run now?"
"If nothing else, yes."
Zhuang Mowen replied. His voice was rich, deep, and magnetic. It carried a strong spring feel in the gradually chilling evening breeze, and sounded very comfortable.
"Let's go out for a run together next time?"
"...No, no." Sanfu showed a panicked expression for the first time and repeated "no" twice in a row. "My limbs are simple."
When I was studying, I could easily get full marks in any exam, except for physical education, where I always hovered on the edge of the passing line.
Sangfu practiced the exam content seriously every time, but she was exhausted and could only rely on luck in the end, which made her very discouraged.
Worried that she still had work to do, Zhuang Mowen went around the nearby park and went back.
Chuyi was not taken running this time, and he was very excited and energetic throughout the whole process.
After walking for such a long time, her body finally started to feel hot. Sangfu knew her own weight, so she dressed like it was early winter and unbuttoned her clothes.
When they were almost at the park, they passed by a small supermarket. Sang Fu asked Zhuang Mowen to wait for her in the park, and she went into the supermarket to buy some snacks.
After she made her choice, she walked slowly into the park and looked around before she saw the familiar figure on the lawn not far away.
Actually, the weather is cold now, so there are not many people in the park, but it is late at night, the lights are dim, and she is nearsighted without glasses, so it is still a bit difficult for her to distinguish people.
But Zhuang Mowen has a unique aura around him, and even in the dim night, he is the kind of person who is very eye-catching.
When she got closer, she found that there was a man in his sixties standing in front of Zhuang Mowen. He was holding a little Teddy in his hand, and he and Chuyi were chasing after him. The two of them, one big and one small, were wagging their tails, looking surprisingly friendly.
Sang Fu didn't intend to disturb them and wanted to wait until they finished talking before going over. However, as soon as she stopped, Zhuang Mowen on the other side turned his head as if he had noticed something and looked at her.
There was some distance between them, and his eyes, deep as the night, fell silently on her, as if covered by a layer of fog that she could not see clearly.
Sang Fu vaguely heard him say "wait a moment" to the old man, and then the man walked up to her and asked, "What did you buy?"
"Just some food."
Sang Fu hesitated to speak: "That person is..."
"An old man who lives nearby," Zhuang Mowen said as he naturally took the shopping bag from her hand. He explained in a low voice, "I met him while walking the dog."
"oh."
Zhuang Mowen had come in person, so Sang Fu found it difficult to say "you guys chat" and walked back with Zhuang Mowen.
The old man also looked at Sang Fu with curiosity because Zhuang Mowen had noticed her a long time ago. He wanted to ask some questions, but he didn't dare to ask.
He initially wondered if she was his student, but then he saw Zhuang Mowen taking the initiative to help carry things, which didn't seem like a teacher-student relationship. After guessing over and over again, he couldn't come up with a solution, so he simply asked, "Xiao Zhuang, who is this girl..."
Before the last word fell, Sang Fu felt as if a warm gaze fell briefly on her head. The next moment, she heard Zhuang Mowen slowly introduce: "My wife."
The old man was very surprised: "Oh, I can't tell, can't I tell... No, that's not what I mean. I mean, this girl looks like she's still in college, right?"
Sang Fu wanted to remain silent, but the topic kept on her, which was impolite. She pursed her lips and was about to answer, but Zhuang Mowen beside her spoke before her.
His tone was calm, as if he was smiling: "You have good judgment. She is indeed still in school, but because her grades are so excellent, she graduated two years earlier than the average person."
After hearing this, the old man was even more impressed: "You two are really amazing. Both of you are so outstanding. If you have a baby in the future, it will definitely be a pillar of the country."
Sanfu: "..."
She seemed to hear the sound of crows flying in the sky, with a string of ellipsis.
The topic changed so suddenly that even Zhuang Mowen was caught off guard and paused for a moment.
But his good manners kept his tone normal, and Zhuang Mowen replied appropriately, "We don't have any such plans at the moment."
The old man disagreed: "What's the big deal? Once you get married, you naturally have to make plans."
Zhuang Mowen also fell silent. He clenched his fist to his lips and cleared his throat. The words were quietly passed over. He lowered his head and grabbed Chuyi, who wanted to run free: "Have you had enough fun? Then let's go home."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Sangfu, who immediately received the signal and nodded in understanding: "Let's go home."
Zhuang Mowen agreed, and then said goodbye to the old man: "Uncle, we'll leave first."
"Just leaving?"
"Well, see you later, sir."
"Okay, let's talk next time." The old man was still reluctant to leave.
…
On the way back, Sanfu couldn't help laughing until the park was left far behind.
Zhuang Mowen heard it and asked her slowly what she was laughing at.
Sanfu said, "It seems rare to see you at a loss for words."
Realizing she was referring to what had just happened, Zhuang Mowen burst out laughing, without the slightest hint of helplessness: "Their ideas are deeply rooted and cannot be easily shaken. Just listen to what they say. There's no need to argue."
Sanfu nodded in agreement.
Zhuang Mowen's approach was a very wise and correct choice. If he were to talk to that old man in detail, he would probably not be able to finish discussing all those ideas until next year. It would be better for him to leave.
There was still some distance to home. She looked at their shadows under the street lights. They were of different heights. Together with Chuyi next to her, it looked like three steps arranged in an orderly manner but with huge gaps between them. It was a bit funny.
Thinking of the scene just now, she casually asked: "Will you want to have children in the future?"
He paused: "Me?"
"Yeah." Sang Fu agreed, then realized that it was unfair to say that given their current relationship, so she added, "After we're done, if you have the right choice, would you want to have children?"
"Maybe." He looked straight ahead, as if thinking for a while.
The night was quiet, their steps were slow, only Chuyi was dancing, and his voice rang out quietly again: "But it mainly depends on the woman's wishes."
After that, Zhuang Mowen asked her, "What about you?"
Sanfu said, "No way."
"Why?"
"I'm not feeling well."
Because she was born prematurely, her health was much worse than that of her peers, and her hands were always cold. Fortunately, she didn't suffer from any serious illnesses as a child, but she did have minor illnesses such as colds and fevers.
He's feeling better now, his face has some color, and he doesn't look so pale and pitiful anymore. I don't know if it's because he's grown up.
And she doesn't like children.
When she was about ten years old, her relative's nephew came to her house and messed up her room. She even threw her most precious books on the bookshelf to the floor. She was so angry that she pushed her five-year-old nephew out.
She still remembered that her little nephew fell down outside the door and cried loudly, attracting Sang Cheng who was at home.
In his early years, Sang Cheng was very concerned about his reputation. In front of his relatives, Sang Cheng seriously criticized her for the first time and put her in solitary confinement.
Finally, Jin Qiong, who was at the company, learned about all this and rushed back that day. In front of all the relatives, she scolded Sang Cheng harshly:
"Don't you know your daughter's personality? You saw what her room looked like. As a father, not only did you not help her, but you also teamed up with others to bully her—"
Jin Qiong's scolding was so fluent that the relative's face turned pale and blue. Before she finished scolding, he took his nephew and left, and never came to visit again.
This incident caused serious psychological trauma to Sangfu, and she couldn't help but generalize about the child.
Zhuang Mowen didn't know what Sang Fu was thinking, he just lowered his eyes and looked at her. After a moment, he looked away, looked at the shadow on the ground, and said "hmm" thoughtfully.
…
In mid-November, Sang Fu received a message from Siming that the filming would start on the 15th of the next month.
The deadline for the book she was working on was shortly after New Year's Day, so she didn't have much time left, including the time after joining the team.
Fortunately, Sangfu's plan from the beginning was to proceed step by step, so she doesn't feel nervous even now. After getting into the state, she feels much more relaxed than in the first half month.
So that day she took the time to go out for afternoon tea with Sheng Weiyao. When she returned upstairs in the evening, she did not rush to turn on the computer, but clicked on Weibo and posted a short article she had taken the time to write.
The comments section is still great, but beyond that, there are a lot of the same comments carried over from the previous post.
[| Acting cute | Can't even use meat scraps? Don't you even consider it at all? Big Boss——]
[That’s right, begging for food, begging for food, begging for food——]
[Please don't put pressure on my wife. Since the current environment is so bad, I can't write anything. I hope my wife can focus on writing her new book.]
Sang Fu didn't know who started this, but the comment section was filled with responses. Unfortunately, her attitude was still very firm, and she would not write.
The reader has been with her for over a year and knows her personality to some extent, she usually responds softly but once she rejects something there is no room for negotiation.
They adjusted quickly. It took Sangfu only a few seconds to open her computer and then go back to check. After being disappointed, they quickly started enthusiastically promoting meal replacement articles in the comment section.
Sang Fu has read many books, but online literature is a type she reads less frequently. She feels unfamiliar with the titles of the articles they discussed.
One of them was loved by many readers. Sang Fu glanced at the title and it looked like a very sweet name. It should be a sweet novel.
She sat cross-legged in the chair in silence.
Out of curiosity and the desire to learn, Sang Fu began to copy the book titles and searched various novel platforms. To her surprise, she found nothing.
As a last resort, she copied it to the browser and clicked search, and many links with the same book title popped up.
She didn't know if her internet speed was slow, but after clicking on it for several seconds, the screen was still loading white. She was just thinking about changing the link when there was a knock on the door.
"Is it convenient?"
Zhuang Mowen's voice came deep through the door.
"I'm coming." Sang Fu put the phone on the table and went to open the door.
The moment she opened the door, Sang Fu felt as if she heard some strange noises. She paused, but Zhuang Mowen's figure soon appeared in front of her, so Sang Fu didn't pay much attention to it.
However, when the door was completely opened, the originally vague sound suddenly became clear.
Sangfu froze.
Because it is a sound that requires almost no explanation. Any adult with a complete personality will know what is happening.
At that moment, Sangfu quickly realized that she must have accidentally entered some risky website.
But it was too late to turn off the phone.
She gripped the door handle a little hard and looked up, only to see Zhuang Mowen's eyes behind her. Sensing her movement, he looked towards her.
Sangfu didn't know where he was looking or what he was thinking. She didn't have time to find out now.
There was silence for two seconds, but Zhuang Mowen's expression remained calm. He didn't mention anything. He opened his palm in front of her, in which lay a bunch of keys that she was familiar with: "Your car keys were left in the yard, and Chuyi played with them for a long time."
"Thank you. I think I accidentally dropped it when I was getting a gift for Chuyi." Sang Fu took it calmly and put it in her coat pocket.
Zhuang Mowen nodded. "Then I'll go first."
"Professor Zhuang." Sang Fu thought for a moment and called out to him. When he turned around, she continued, "That voice..."
Zhuang Mowen paused and turned around.
"It's okay." He reassured her sternly, "This is a normal physiological need. I won't take it to heart."
Sanfu: "..."
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The author has something to say: The title seems to be overly familiar, but it is not.
I haven't written about strangers for a long time. I like the feeling of slowly testing [patting the head] and secretly developing feelings.
Continue to red envelope~
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