Chapter 24: Raw Mulberries Are Worse Than Dogs
The main purpose of a birthday party is to have fun, and eating is secondary. There were a lot of fruit plates in the private room, but the only thing that was filling was the cake. Sangfu didn't join in the fun, but just helped take pictures. It didn't take much physical effort, but now that we're home, we're a little hungry.
She was too lazy to start cooking, and she remembered that there seemed to be some leftover desserts in the refrigerator at home.
Just as she was about to take it, Sangfu turned her gaze to Chuyi who was staring at her eagerly. Her expression was exactly the same as the first time she was tricked into opening a can for him.
She looked at it for two seconds, knowing full well what was going on. Then, she softened her heart and turned to ask Zhuang Mowen, "Can I give it a cheese stick?"
Ever since she was tricked last time and found out that Chuyi was still on a diet, Sangfu has not given it any snacks or extra meals without permission, for fear of making things worse.
It's just one, so it shouldn't be a big deal.
Zhuang Mowen: "Cheese sticks?"
"Well," Sanfu explained, "it was so cold outside, but it still came out to wait for me, so..."
Their eyes met. He didn't know what he was thinking, but looking at Sang Fu's pure and serious expression, Zhuang Mowen suddenly sighed softly: "...Okay."
"Okay." Sang Fu replied and went to feed Chuyi without stopping.
Zhuang Mowen stood still. The night outside the window was as dark as ink. The branches and leaves were still swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound. He turned around and looked. After a while, his chest heaved and he sighed.
People are worse than dogs.
For the first time in his life, he had this idea.
Chuyi's big mouth finished a cheese stick in no time. Then Sangfu touched its head and let it play by itself, while she walked towards the kitchen.
But before she got close, Sanfu's attention was attracted by the things on the dining table.
"Professor Zhuang."
She was puzzled.
"Did you help me get the desserts out of the refrigerator?"
But it seems that it is not hers.
"No." Zhuang Mowen's voice first came from the living room, and when he said the next sentence, the distance was much closer. She turned her head, and Zhuang Mowen walked to her side. He lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on the dining table.
"This is..." Zhuang Mowen paused for a moment, "a gift from a student."
Now Sangfu could see the packaging clearly and realized that she was indeed dazzled and confused.
The one Junjun gave her was bought at the dessert shop on campus, and the packaging on the table was exactly the same as Chen Jiawen's.
She walked over, took out the items from the refrigerator, and said, "What a coincidence! I have a lot too. They were also given to me by friends."
"Do you want to eat it now?" Sang Fu had already found a place to sit nearby. She opened the new one and said, "It won't be fresh tomorrow."
When she left, she asked Aunt Zhao to remember to eat it. When she came back, she found that there was one missing. Maybe the elders don’t like sweet food very much.
Zhuang Mowen hummed, "I want to eat it."
He pulled out the dining chair opposite her and sat down.
Before Sang Fu opened the lid, her palm suddenly felt empty. The box in her hand had been taken away.
She was stunned for a moment and hadn't reacted yet. The next second, the hand pushed another box in front of her.
"It's very cold." Zhuang Mowen said, "You eat mine."
If Zhuang Mowen hadn't reminded her, she wouldn't have noticed.
In the middle of winter, she really can't eat cold food, as her spleen and stomach are weak.
"Okay, thank you."
Sanfu did not refuse and opened his box. It was a Basque cheesecake. When she put it in her mouth, it did not taste absolutely at room temperature.
Most desserts can only be stored in the refrigerator. If they are kept at room temperature, the taste will be compromised.
Like the mousse she was about to eat, if it was kept at room temperature it would go bad soon.
Especially since there is heating at home and the temperature is not low, it has been left for several hours since Zhuang Mowen brought it home from get off work, and it still tastes so fresh, which is really rare.
Sang Fu couldn't help but ask, "When did your student give this to you?"
Zhuang Mowen glanced at her and didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked her, "What's wrong?"
Ultimately, there is no need to delve into this issue.
She just shook her head and said, "Nothing."
The portions at these dessert shops were not very big, just small. Sangfu finished her portion slowly. Her hunger was relieved, but she still felt it was not enough.
Sang Fu lightly clicked the spoon with her teeth, thought about it, and said to Zhuang Mowen, "I'll have another one."
He replied to her: "Eat it."
Sang Fu was not polite and opened another copy of his.
When I tasted it, it was just as fresh as the previous one, without any strange smell.
It's like... it was just brought back from the store.
The thought flashed through her mind, and before Sang Fu had time to think about it, Zhuang Mowen's voice slowly rang out at this moment: "Didn't you eat anything tonight?"
Sang Fu raised her eyes and found that Zhuang Mowen had stopped eating. He was looking at her quietly across the dining table.
She paused and said truthfully, "It's okay. Everyone is happy, so they eat less."
"Yeah." Zhuang Mowen responded softly, and the restaurant became quiet again.
No matter how hungry Sangfu was, she would eat slowly. Now she was half full, so she ate even slower without making any sound.
Chuyi was exploring something in the living room again, making a lot of noise. Zhuang Mowen turned his head to look at her, but had no intention of stopping her. After a moment, his eyes fell on her again.
Zhuang Mowen asked casually, "Which friend of yours has a birthday?"
"Hmm?" Sang Fu looked at him.
He paused slightly, "Is this the same person who gave you these?"
Sangfu's mind would occasionally wander while she ate. She thought for a moment before remembering what he had asked. She shook her head and said, "No. It's the one who traveled with me during my national holiday. You saw him at the airport."
Zhuang Mowen didn't say anything more and just said "hmm".
His expression didn't change, but as Sangfu looked at him, she had an inexplicable feeling—perhaps it was just an illusion—that for a moment, he felt much more relaxed.
…
It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when Sang Fu finished washing up and lay down on the bed.
She turned over and was about to fall asleep when the phone on the bedside table rang.
Sang Fu had no choice but to sit up and look at the caller. It was Sheng Weiyao.
He's probably sober now.
As soon as the call was connected, Sheng Weiyao complained about her "unkind and unjust" deception for ten minutes. Although Sheng Weiyao had many friends, Sang Fu was her only best friend, so she was so petty.
After she talked for a while, her anger died down by itself, and she giggled and asked Sangfu to send her the photos she took today.
"By the way," Sheng Weiyao was admiring the pictures she had sent. Because she had been drinking, her words were still light and airy. "Did Professor Zhuang call you on the way back when you were sending me home?"
"Did you hear that?" Sangfu was surprised. "Weren't you sleeping?"
Sheng Weiyao said: "I didn't sleep very soundly either. I just heard vaguely, asking when you would be home and so on. I was dizzy at the time and thought I was dreaming."
As she said, Sang Fu did receive a call from Zhuang Mowen on the way to take her home.
She had told Zhuang Mowen that she would not be going home for dinner today because she was celebrating her friend's birthday, but he still called her and asked her when she would be back, probably for safety reasons.
"I'm sending my friend back. He'll be back in about forty minutes."
"Okay, be safe."
At that time, he was probably out for a night run. The wind was noisy, and the sound of the call receiver was blocked by the earphones. There was also the sound of sporadic whistles and pedestrians. There was also the sound of his breathing, with a little wheezing, but the tone was very steady.
Not long after, the sound of the wind from Zhuang Mowen's side gradually died down, and the background noise also quieted down, as if he had stopped running and turned into walking. Then the sound of the smart lock "beep" was heard, followed by the sound of the door opening and quickly closing. He should have returned home.
"Okay," Sang Fu said. She was driving at the time, and she also had to find time to help Sheng Weiyao, who was almost asleep. It was really inconvenient. "Hang up the phone."
While she paused in her words, the sound of light footsteps was heard again on the phone. The wind had died down, but it had not disappeared. However, Chuyi's panting was no longer heard.
Sang Fu was about to ask him if he was still outside, but before she could ask, Zhuang Mowen hummed softly and hung up the phone.
"Also," Sang Fu's thoughts were still wandering, and Sheng Weiyao changed the subject, "What's going on between you and Chen Jiawen?"
"What's going on?"
"I think something is wrong."
Sanfu turned over and faced the window.
The lights in her room were off and her phone was on the call screen. She didn't like to draw the curtains before going to bed at night because the room was too dark. When she was a child, her parents were not at home, and she always felt uneasy sleeping alone, so she wanted some light to look at.
Later it became a habit.
Moonlight streamed in through the window. Sanfu said calmly, "That might be what you think."
"Did you reject him?" Sheng Weiyao asked. "To be honest, Chen Jiawen is quite reliable. If you didn't have Professor Zhuang, I wouldn't have gotten involved."
"...No. He didn't say anything else. How could I refuse?"
Sang Fu was a little tired of correcting Sheng Weiyao's words that blurred the relationship between her and Zhuang Mowen. Besides, she was probably not in a clear mind at the moment, so there was no point in correcting her.
"Why don't you get some more sleep?"
"Okay." Sheng Weiyao accepted happily, "Then I'll edit the picture tomorrow. I'm so happy today. Remember to send it to my Moments when the time comes."
They said goodnight to each other and ended the call.
Sangfu put the phone back on the bedside, curled up in the quilt, closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.
…
The next afternoon.
Sheng Weiyao spent the whole day editing the picture and finally finished it.
Sang Fu: [Weiyao, you sent me 37 photos in total, and the nine-square grid can't hold them all. What should I do?]
Sheng Weiyao: [Good question.]
After a while, she forwarded a video from a video account to Sang Fu: [Then you can just forward this video directly. Hehe, all my photos and photos with you guys are edited in it.]
Sang Fu had no objection. This was the same as the last time she forwarded the promotional video, except that it was an official account, and this was Sheng Weiyao's private account where she usually recorded her life and posted long videos.
She carefully edited a short blessing text, checked it carefully to make sure there were no problems, and clicked send.
Jiada.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang. Shall we go first?"
The group meeting that lasted the entire afternoon finally ended. Xiao Yu and the other two felt relieved. They walked downstairs together before they dared to say goodbye.
Zhuang Mowen nodded slightly, indicating that they could leave and do their own things. The three of them left immediately.
The afternoon sun is bright and although it is cold, it is not yet a biting month.
Zhuang Mowen got in the car. He had just used WeChat for work, so when he opened his phone, the first thing he saw was a new notification from his "Friends Circle" at the top of the screen.
The publisher's avatar is a cartoon rabbit.
From the moment I added you as a friend, it was this rabbit.
Zhuang Mowen clicked on it, and her circle of friends was automatically refreshed.
Happy birthday to my good friend Weiyao~=^_^=]
He looked at the last emoji, and his eyes softened unconsciously. He looked down. The cover of the video account was a large group photo, which looked a little blurry from the outside.
Zhuang Mowen clicked on it.
The first few seconds were a dynamic video, and there was no trace of her. Later on, there were some photos. Zhuang Mowen waited for a long time, and finally, her photos began to appear.
Sang Fu rarely showed her face in the photos, only in two photos with her friends. The flash was very bright, making her skin look particularly white, and her smile was faint.
He pressed pause, watched for a while, and silently took two screenshots.
The video continued to move forward, and she didn't appear for a long time, until the end, when there was a small group photo.
Zhuang Mowen paused and clicked pause again.
About five people gathered together, and Sanfu and her friends stood together, smiling and making "yeah" gestures.
A tall and thin boy stood behind her on the left, leaning sideways into the picture. He also made two "yeah" gestures, but those two "yeahs" were on Sangfu's head.
Just like a rabbit's two ears.
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