Chapter 27 Raw Mulberries "My husband."
Sang Fu glanced sideways at the flowers in the distance. Having just woken up, her voice sounded a little hoarse.
"It's probably a little hot in the car."
"Well, go in first." Zhuang Mowen also looked away and said in a low voice.
The moonlight was like a veil falling, and all around was silent.
Zhuang Mowen leaned slightly to one side, his tall and strong figure like a wall, firmly blocking the direction of the wind, but casting part of his shadow on her small cheek. Her fair forehead was covered with sweat, wetting the fluffy hair on her temples.
When he touched it, it was ice cold.
Sang Fu nodded slightly and walked forward. No one mentioned the recent incident again.
Not only her forehead, but Sangfu's whole body was covered in sweat, which felt cold and stuck to her back, making her feel very uncomfortable. As soon as she got home, Sangfu went upstairs to take a shower.
Sheng Weiyao sent her many messages, but she was busy drying her hair and didn't pay attention to them. After her hair was dry, she curled up on the sofa and opened her phone.
Sheng Weiyao: [Oh my god, I just checked Weibo and found out that your book that was sold as a film and television adaptation is about to start filming.]
[Are you about to join the group?]
Below were a series of screenshots of online discussions, some positive, some negative—perfectly normal. Sangfu didn't pay much attention and replied, "I'm going in the middle of this month."
[What? Where are you going to shoot this? Hengdian? Doesn’t that mean we won’t be able to see each other for a long time? Woohoo!]
Sang Fu: [The filming location is in Lincheng, and we might go to Hengdian for a while if necessary later on.]
Sang Fu comforted her again: [We will definitely meet. After the initial busy period is over, I will make time to see you.]
All things are difficult at the beginning. Sangfu has already made up her mind to be very busy in the first two weeks. She will feel a little more relaxed once the crew has adapted to the film.
Sheng Weiyao finally calmed down after hearing this. She continued to chatter haphazardly, then suddenly sent a message: "I heard Chen Jiawen is asking for your contact information everywhere."
In fact, besides Sheng Weiyao and Zhuang Mowen, only Junjun has her WeChat account in Jiada. Sang Fu's WeChat friends list is very small and simple: besides family and friends, there are editors and work colleagues.
Chen Jiawen... She couldn't think of any reason to give him a friend status.
Sheng Weiyao: [Junjun didn't give it to him, so he came to me again, asking me to have dinner and milk tea.]
Sheng Weiyao: [Let me tell you, it's not impossible for you to ask him to add it.]
Sanfu asked: [Why? Were you bribed?]
Sheng Weiyao: [How is that possible! Am I the kind of person who can be easily bribed?]
Sheng Weiyao: [Think about it, isn't it only a matter of time before you and Professor Zhuang break up? And since you're not planning on announcing it to the school, it's probably okay for you to get to know that handsome guy from Jia University beforehand.]
Sheng Weiyao: [Professor Zhuang is so reasonable, he'll definitely understand /jabs finger/]
“…”
Sang Fu typed: [This isn't good, let's not do it.]
and……
After she sent this message, something suddenly flashed through her mind. She paused as she was about to return to the desktop and instead clicked on the Moments.
"I saw the Moments you posted today. There's a boy in there who seems to have a crush on you."
Zhuang Mowen's words in the car were still fresh in his mind.
Wei Yao said he would understand, but in reality, he didn't seem to understand.
But if you put yourself in Sang Fu's shoes, she wouldn't understand. She agreed to remain loyal to the marriage. If Zhuang Mowen developed feelings for someone else without saying a word before the divorce, she would be very angry.
The video starts playing.
Sheng Weiyao had sent her photos individually, but Sang Fu had never finished watching the video, not to mention that she usually wouldn't look at photos again. She didn't know how Zhuang Mowen could tell that he had a liking for her.
Taking advantage of this time, Sang Fu finished watching the video edited by Sheng Weiyao, and finally noticed the picture of Chen Jiawen making the rabbit ears gesture.
She sent a screenshot to Sheng Weiyao: [Weiyao, why did you put this one in as well?]
Sheng Weiyao was also shocked when she saw this: "I didn't notice. I was so exhausted from editing the photos today that the rest of the group photos were just the original photos inserted directly... Chen Jiawen is still doing this little trick..."
She suddenly realized: "Professor Zhuang won't see it, right? Should I delete the video now?"
Firstly, she was afraid that Sheng Weiyao would blame herself and feel pressured, and secondly, she and Zhuang Mowen had already made everything clear, so there was really no need to delete the video. So Sang Fu concealed the facts and made up an excuse to stop her.
[He probably didn't get it.]
[Forget it, so many people liked it, it would be a shame to delete it.]
…
A week before leaving for the crew, Sheng Weiyao and Sang Fu had a meal together.
As luck would have it, when Sang Fu went to pick up Sheng Weiyao in the afternoon, she happened to meet Chen Jiawen who was leaving the school with his friends.
"You said we've met a few times recently?" Chen Jiawen left his friends and trotted towards her, his eyebrows raised. "We really are destined to be together."
Sanfu said, "It's not bad."
Chen Jiawen was already used to her cold and indifferent appearance, and didn't care about her alienation. He still asked her with a smile: "Have you eaten the mousse? Is it delicious?"
After this question, Sang Fu suddenly realized it.
The first thing she opened when she got home was the mousse, and it seemed that Zhuang Mowen later ate it.
"I'll ask Junjun to bring you one next time so you can try it yourself."
Chen Jiawen said, "Don't be like this, that's not what I meant."
"Sorry, if you ask about the taste, I'm not sure."
Seeing Sheng Weiyao waving at her from afar, Sang Fu moved and was about to leave, but then she remembered something and paused for a moment.
"That mousse is not for me."
Sang Fu looked at Chen Jiawen and said sincerely, "If you really want to know, I can go back and ask my husband."
After saying that, Sang Fu did not stay any longer, nor did she pay attention to his momentary stunned look. She just greeted Chen Jiawen politely and then walked towards Sheng Weiyao.
Turning around, she lowered her eyes, pursed her lips slightly, and stuffed her hands into her pockets.
If she hadn't been helpless, she wouldn't have moved Zhuang Mowen out.
I hope he doesn't mind.
After dinner, she chatted with Sheng Weiyao for a long time. In the middle of the conversation, Sheng Weiyao received a heartbroken message from Chen Jiawen. She was stunned and asked Sang Fu in shock: "You told Chen Jiawen that you were married? Why is he asking me about this?"
Sang Fu said "hmm" without changing her expression: "Just answer him yes."
"You're stupid," Sheng Weiyao replied, and then sent another message to him, asking him not to talk nonsense. After receiving a positive reply, she raised her head and said with a tone of regret, "What did I tell you yesterday? Even if you feel it's not good, you shouldn't be so cruel."
"Weiyao," Sangfu said, "Actually, even though I'm single now, I still don't like him. If you don't like him and don't keep your distance, and if you get into trouble, you're a fool."
"Okay, okay, you are the most principled." What she said made sense, and Sheng Weiyao couldn't refute it.
When it comes to relationships, their philosophies have always been different.
Sheng Weiyao's love and hate are based on a momentary feeling, so she dated many boyfriends during her college years. She would go with them if she had feelings for them, and leave if the feelings were gone.
She is free, willful, and enjoys it.
But Sanfu is different.
Sheng Weiyao watched her slowly wrap herself up. Apart from herself, she was cautious and restrained even when making friends.
Sanfu's heart is soft and complicated, like an onion.
It's easy to approach her, but to get closer to her, you need more and more patience.
Enduring the difficult process, peeling off layer by layer to the deepest part.
After peeling it off, my eyes felt sore.
…
When Sang Fu opened the door, Aunt Zhao had already returned home. Chuyi was standing on the electronic scale, weighing himself obediently. Zhuang Mowen was watching it. When he heard the sound, he turned around and said, "You're back."
"Yeah," Sang Fu changed into slippers at the entrance and walked over, squatting beside him curiously. When she saw the number on the scale, she was very surprised, "Chuyi has lost weight again!"
"You'll be back to your normal weight soon." Zhuang Mowen said. He patted Chuyi, and Chuyi immediately got off the scale and went to play happily.
The two stood up. Sang Fu looked in the distance in the direction where Chuyi ran away. After a while, she thought of something and asked, "Is it going home?"
"Do you want it to stay?" Zhuang Mowen looked at her.
Sangfu said honestly: "I do."
After saying that, he added: "But it would be great if it could go home."
Zhuang Mowen followed her gaze. He was silent for a moment, his eyes moved slightly, and he tilted his head to look at her eyebrows.
"This is also its home," he said, his voice as soft as the wind, pausing slightly.
Sang Fu didn't listen carefully. She always felt like she had something else to say to Zhuang Mowen. After thinking for a long time, she said, "That's right."
They had nothing else to do in the living room, so they walked up the stairs together, and she explained her work arrangements for the next few months.
And said: "If your family has any needs, I can only say that I will try my best to make time..."
"No need." He said slowly.
Once you get home, the temperature is much higher than outside, and the equipment outside will feel a bit hot.
Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyes and watched the red scarf being pulled off from her neck one circle at a time. The next moment, the snow-white neck and the mole that was more eye-catching than the scarf flashed into his eyes.
His eyes flickered slightly, then he looked away and continued, "Even if we were truly husband and wife, you wouldn't have to go this far. They understand."
Sangfu said "hmm": "That's the best."
Chatting with Zhuang Mowen was always comfortable and relaxing. Sang Fu was originally most worried about the interactions between the elders. After all, it was a contract, and she just wanted to do her best to abide by it. But now, the stone in her heart fell to the ground.
Stepping onto the corridor, they soon arrived at the bedroom. Sang Fu put her hand on the door handle and was about to push the door open when she heard Zhuang Mowen's voice: "One more thing."
"Yeah." She turned around and realized he hadn't gone in yet, "What's wrong?"
She couldn't see his expression from a distance, but inexplicably, she could feel his gaze always on her.
In the silence, Zhuang Mowen's voice slowly rang out:
"Where will you live after joining the crew?"
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The author has something to say: Zhuang: I’m afraid that after this separation, my wife will never come back to live at home again [burst crying][burst crying][burst crying]
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