Chapter 23: The distance that mulberries are not used to
On the road, Sangfu was driving and suddenly, while observing the road conditions, she accidentally caught a glimpse of a very familiar champagne gray color in the rearview mirror.
Her eyes paused slightly, and her brows furrowed slightly.
strangeness.
Sangfu was a little puzzled and suspicious.
Because they were quite far away, she couldn't see clearly with just a glance, and through the rearview mirror.
After driving for another half a minute, they unfortunately ran into a red light. Without time to think, Sanfu slammed on the brakes. The champagne-colored Audi also stopped in the straight lane beside her, only slightly behind her by half a car length.
As the distance shortened and they waited for passage, Sang Fu couldn't help but take another look.
This time, not only the model and color, but even the license plate number is exactly the same as I remember.
“…”
Even stranger.
From Jiada to this intersection, you go straight all the way and there is no detour.
Didn’t Zhuang Mowen leave a long time before her?
How come I fell behind her?
After all, it was his private matter, and she had no power or idea to interfere. No matter how confused Sang Fu was, she could only remain confused and assume that he was busy with other things.
After more than ten seconds, the red arrow pointing to the left turned green first.
Sang Fu started the car and turned left, driving towards Jinyuan. She glanced at the rearview mirror before driving away.
The vehicles on the straight lane did not move at all, and Zhuang Mowen's car was still waiting quietly in the distance.
She withdrew her gaze and drove forward.
…
Xiao Yu didn't know how the meal ended.
All they knew was that the calories he consumed seemed to be less than the sweat he produced. Now there were only three of them in the sect, and they felt very stressed every time Zhuang Mowen asked them to come out for dinner.
What's more, although their teacher looks gentle and seems easy to talk to, once the smile on his lips is suppressed, he becomes extremely scary.
Not to mention that for some unknown reason, they all agreed that the air pressure around Zhuang Mowen seemed to be much lower than usual today.
In fact, he didn't mean to make things difficult for them, but Zhuang Mowen was well-known for his rigorous and serious approach to academics. Usually, they were always cautious when answering questions, and today was even more serious.
Afraid that Zhuang Mowen might find fault with them, the group meeting that was supposed to be held tomorrow afternoon was moved forward to this afternoon.
Fortunately, everything finally ended with some minor mistakes but no major ones.
"That's all for today."
After Zhuang Mowen finished speaking, he stood up and went to the front desk to pay the bill.
The three people breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been pardoned, feeling like they had been reborn from the ashes. They immediately went to the bathroom and dispersed.
When I got on the bus back to school, the car was still so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.
In the past, they could still chat a little while in the car, but unlike today, the atmosphere was weird.
Zhuang Mowen could also feel that he understood his student's personality.
He looked at the road and said, "Isn't it uncomfortable to hold it in all the way?"
Xiao Yu was the bravest of the group. He replied weakly, "Aren't we afraid of upsetting you, Teacher, so we're trying to reduce our presence?"
"Do I look upset?"
When Xiao Yu heard this, it seemed that Zhuang Mowen's tone was not as cold as when he stopped by the roadside just after leaving the school gate. Perhaps his mood had eased, so he smiled and eased the atmosphere:
"Hey, Mr. Zhuang, in our hearts, you are definitely a gentleman with a graceful figure, handsome and elegant, and a broad mind. How could ordinary trivial matters bother you?"
Zhuang Mowen paused and called out the name, "I'm with you."
Xiao Yu: “Yes!”
Zhuang Mowen said, "Have you noticed that your speech is like the paper you submitted, long and rambling, but without any focus?"
Xiao Yu: “…”
Even so, the silence in the car was broken. The students burst into laughter. Only Xiao Yu was shocked:
"Teacher Zhuang, you said we should keep our work and personal lives separate. I'll talk to you about life, and you'll talk to me about your thesis..."
As they approached the north gate, Zhuang Mowen slowed down. Xiao Yu glanced at a dessert shop they passed and whispered to his companion, "Hey, look, is this the one you're delivering? The packaging vaguely looks similar."
"What's the gift?"
"You forgot?" After all, with the instructor in front of him, Xiao Yu didn't dare to gossip too freely, so he could only hint, "That junior student has it."
"Oh, it seems so."
After turning into the school, the car stopped steadily in the parking lot. Just as the three were about to get out, Zhuang Mowen, who had been silent for a long time, said, "Wait."
"Is there anything else, teacher?"
Their hair stood on end as they waited for the next sentence, fearing that Zhuang Mowen would suddenly remember some task that he had not yet completed.
Zhuang Mowen looked calm, "Nothing serious."
"I just want to ask you, how's the food at the dessert shop at the school gate?"
The three of them looked at each other for a while, and they all guessed that Zhuang Mowen might have heard what Xiao Yu had just said.
The female student answered hesitantly: "It's delicious. Teacher, do you want to eat it? We can bring it to you tomorrow."
The reason for their hesitation was that they were not sure what their mentor was thinking. It was normal for students to send food to their mentors, and they had done it before, but Zhuang Mowen had never accepted it once.
"No need." Zhuang Mowen said the same two words. He glanced at his female classmate, his tone lacking any emotion. "Xiao Zhou, do you go there often?"
…
Twenty minutes later, Xiao Zhou returned to the student dormitory and sat down to send the edited content to Zhuang Mowen's WeChat.
Not long after, Zhuang Mowen replied to her: [Thank you for your hard work.]
The private group chat of the three people was buzzing non-stop.
Xiao Yu: [@Xiao Zhou, have you sent the dessert reviews to the teacher?]
Xiao Zhou: [Just finished posting.]
Xiao Yu: [Teacher Zhuang's businesslike tone in the car made me think he wanted you to write a research paper on desserts.]
Xiao Zhou: [I thought it was just a false alarm.]
The other more reserved partner said: "Then what does Mr. Zhuang want this for?"
Xiao Yu: [Give it to someone else.]
Xiao Zhou: [Who are you sending it to?]
Xiao Yu: [You don't even understand this, it must be for Master's Wife.]
[Wait a minute…]
[Friends, I think I know something!]
Xiao Zhou: [Put it on.]
[Don't you all think Teacher Zhuang is acting weird today? She seems a little down. I guess she had a fight with her wife, so she's trying to coax her, hahahaha.]
Another partner: [I'm curious too, why don't you ask the teacher.]
Xiao Zhou: [Based on his performance today, I guess the teacher will go find him first.]
After sending a message and not getting a response for a long time, Xiao Zhou thought the network was down. But two seconds after refreshing, Xiao Yu's message suddenly popped up: [@小周乌鹤嘴!!]
…
In order to give Sheng Weiyao a surprise, except for Junjun, everyone else had to hide in the private room in advance. Sang Fu stayed at home for a few hours. She estimated the time and went out with the gifts before dinner time.
Junjun sent a message that he was about to arrive. More than ten people were hiding in a dark private room.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Sangfu could faintly hear vague conversations coming from afar.
"Sister Weiyao, they really don't have time. Give them a good scolding next time you see them."
"I've seen a lot of these videos online. They say they're busy, but they're actually preparing a surprise for me. That's too cliché. I won't be fooled by you. Junjun, tell me, are they hiding in the room?"
Hearing Sheng Weiyao's sarcastic speculation, everyone took a deep breath, but they could only proceed according to the original plan.
In less than half a minute, Sheng Weiyao's voice came from far away and became clearer.
"Don't hide, come out——"
The door opened and fireworks burst into life.
The light suddenly became bright, illuminating Sheng Weiyao's slightly stunned expression as she pushed the door open.
"Happy birthday!"
Sangfu hid in the crowd and shouted out her heartfelt blessings with them.
"you……"
Sheng Weiyao's eyes trembled. She walked in, searching the crowd in front of her until her gaze met Sang Fu's. Sheng Weiyao's mouth pursed and she burst into tears: "How come you really prepared a surprise? Wuwuwu, I was just trying to deceive myself..."
She walked straight over and hugged Sang Fu, crying and sobbing: "And you, who taught you to lie to me, who taught you to be so bad, you can't tell me, I am so heartbroken, do you know that, wuwuwu..."
"I'm sorry, I won't do this again," Sanfu said sincerely. She felt a little guilty and a little funny. "But I didn't expect you to fall for such a cliché surprise."
Sheng Weiyao put on makeup and looked up, trying to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, she couldn't hold them back. She couldn't figure it out and was devastated. "Yeah! Such a clichéd plot, how could I be so moved? It's so embarrassing..."
Everyone was already laughing.
Later on, everyone had a great time.
Sang Fu sat on one side of the sofa and took pictures of Sheng Weiyao.
The sofa cushion beside her suddenly sank. Chen Jiawen sat down and asked her, "Is the mousse delicious?"
Speaking of the mousse he gave her, Sang Fu initially insisted on returning it, but Chen Jiawen had to catch up with her in the car and stuff it in her. Sang Fu didn't argue much, thinking it was just a small piece of mousse, so she could just ask Junjun to return it for her some other day.
"It's still in the refrigerator."
"You haven't eaten yet?"
"Um."
"Okay." Sang Fu was taciturn, not giving Chen Jiawen the slightest chance to speak. Chen Jiawen shrugged helplessly, "So, do we officially meet today? Can we add each other on WeChat?"
Before Sang Fu could speak, Sheng Weiyao came over and interrupted: "No!"
"Why?"
Sheng Weiyao drank some wine, and Sang Fu was afraid that she would lose control and blurt out words like marriage. If she mentioned Zhuang Mowen or something like that, then everything would be over.
Sang Fu was about to pull her when she heard Sheng Weiyao say, "Why do you have so many questions? Today is my birthday party. You need to figure out the priorities. Chen Jiawen, come and play with us quickly, otherwise I'll be sad."
She felt relieved.
This really worked. Chen Jiawen felt embarrassed and followed Sheng Weiyao into the crowd. He was drunk in a short while and had no energy to talk to Sang Fu until the end.
…
Most of them had classes the next day, so they didn't stay up too late. It was ten o'clock in the evening when Sang Fu returned to Jinyuan.
She didn't drink, and she sent Sheng Weiyao home first before driving back slowly.
She parked the car and got out. There were a few dim lights on in the yard, which were not dazzling but enough to see the road clearly.
It is already early December, but the yard is still full of flowers, in season and brightly colored.
This was planted by Zhuang Mowen last month. Sang Fu didn't remember the variety very clearly. She asked him about it by chance one day. Zhuang Mowen patiently said many names, and she only remembered Phalaenopsis and Cineraria.
Sanfu had some impression of when he was planting.
It was a weekend, a leisurely afternoon. She had finished writing and went to the window to bask in the sun when she accidentally saw Zhuang Mowen busy in the yard.
Sang Fu didn't know how long he had been doing it, but she only knew that when she went downstairs to have dinner, the area outside the yard where the autumn flowers had withered and only withered petals were left was covered by a short green.
Now, it has bloomed very beautifully.
Sang Fu walked around the lush flowers and took a few more steps before she found Zhuang Mowen and Chuyi sitting on the steps.
Both the man and the dog looked at her, and Sangfu paused slightly.
"Why don't you go in?"
Zhuang Mowen stood up and said slowly, "Chu Yi heard the sound of your car and insisted on coming out."
I don’t know how the puppy is so smart that it can distinguish the owner’s footsteps, and now it can even distinguish the sound of cars. It’s not just Sang Fu. When Zhuang Mowen came home before, Chuyi would also be waiting at the door long ago.
She later found out that she could hear the sound of cars.
Sang Fu pursed her lips, wrapped her coat tighter around her, and reluctantly stretched out her hand to touch Chuyi in the cold wind: "Okay, I'm back, come in quickly."
Chuyi walked towards the door, wagging his tail. Sang Fu smiled and followed him. However, Zhuang Mowen stopped where he was for some reason. Just as she passed him, Sang Fu suddenly heard him say, "They've been drinking."
It is the tone of statement.
Sang Fu turned her head away. She hadn't noticed it on normal days, but when they stood on a step, she felt that it seemed a little narrow here, so narrow that she seemed to be able to feel the warm breath on his body.
She wasn't used to such a distance, so she took a half step back and then lowered her head to sniff her coat: "Does it smell strong?"
After Sang Fu asked, Zhuang Mowen didn't respond for a long time.
She looked up and saw Zhuang Mowen with his eyes downcast, not knowing what he was looking at. She had never noticed before that his eyelashes were very long and thick, and because of their drooping posture, they covered everything in his eyes.
As if sensing her gaze, Zhuang Mowen's eyelashes twitched slightly, and his gaze moved upwards, landing on her face.
"fine."
Zhuang Mowen spoke, his voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed to be carried to Sang Fu's ears by the wind from afar, slightly hoarse.
The light and shadow were dim, and his face was blurred, making it difficult to see his expression.
"Maybe it was more obvious because we were so close just now."
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