Chapter 28: Raw Mulberries "I'll miss you for a long time."
Where do you live?
Sang Fu really hadn't thought about it carefully.
This drama is not long, but the shooting period is about two months, and the day and night have to be reversed from time to time. If you want speed and convenience, then the hotel must be the first choice.
"If I'm busy these days, I'll probably stay in a hotel." The specifics aren't clear yet, so Sang Fu can only guess. "Once things get a little easier, I'll come back. It's not too far from Jinyuan, and I'm not used to staying in a hotel."
"I understand." Zhuang Mowen nodded.
She was going to start packing her luggage in advance. Sanfu pointed to the door and said, "Then I'll go in first."
"Okay, go to bed early."
In the evening, they usually use these four words to politely end the last conversation, and this time was no exception.
Sang Fu opened her mouth, but before she could utter the words "Go to bed early," Zhuang Mowen paused for two seconds and added, "Good night."
Sang Fu was slightly startled, and something in her mind flashed away. She quickly replied, "Good night."
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A week later, Sang Fu packed her luggage and went to meet up with the director team. She was the screenwriter and was also expected to be present at the script reading.
Before leaving, she joined the crew's group chat. Fearing that there would be important matters, she did not turn off the notification sound. Her phone kept ringing. Sang Fu parked the car near the building, picked up the phone, and was about to unbuckle her seat belt and get out of the car, but the next moment she heard a "bang" and her whole car shook.
She got out of the car with a frown on her face. Before she could figure out what was going on, she saw a burly man get out of the driver's seat of a commercial vehicle and start asking, "How do you drive?"
The voice is quite loud.
Sang Fu ignored him and immediately walked around the car body to check it. Sure enough, she saw that a large piece of paint on the rear of the car was scraped off. Her car had been parked in the parking space for a long time, so could she still stick a sticker on it?
If taking the initiative and speaking loudly were effective, who knows how many more unjust cases would be avoided in the world.
She calmly took out her cell phone and took a picture of her car and the other car. The other party suddenly became anxious and reached out to grab the phone, but she dodged with a side step.
"What are you doing? Stop taking pictures!"
Sang Fu was young, with fair and gentle features. With her hair tied up, she stood in front of the man, looking like a student who was inexperienced and could be manipulated by others.
So the man's first reaction was to shirk responsibility, as if he was sure that she would suffer in silence. Unexpectedly, her expression was always calm, and there was no impatience, fear, or concession in her eyes when she looked at him.
This made the man feel numb.
"You scratched my car, so of course I need to preserve the evidence," said Sanfu.
Seeing the man's grim expression and silence, she held the phone and continued to give the best advice: "Since we can't explain it clearly, let's call the police. There are surveillance cameras around."
When the man heard the alarm, his expression became even more complicated: "You——"
"What police?"
Another voice rang out. Unlike the rough voice of the man in front of him, it was a very young male voice, as if he had just woken up. "What happened, Xiao Li?"
Siming got out of the back seat of the business car and yawned lazily. When he looked past Xiao Li and saw Sang Fu's face, he was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the situation seemed unfriendly, he asked Xiao Li in a particularly confused manner: "I just took a nap. What did you do?"
Sanfu said from the side: "Your car scratched my car."
No wonder he was so nervous when he heard the police call.
It turned out that it wasn't his car at all.
Siming looked down at the scratch. He was already in a bad mood because he had been too busy and sleep-deprived these past few days, and now it was even worse. He asked Xiao Li, "Did you scratch this?"
He probably had a certain understanding of him. Before the man could stammer out a reason, he turned back to Sang Fu and said, "Sister, I was wrong on this matter. We will follow the procedure for compensation. There is no problem at all, okay?"
He remembered that he had seen her in the circle of friends of the screenwriter he was collaborating with when he was on WeChat for work.
Because there was no difference from the video, and the real person was even whiter and had better-looking facial features, Siming recognized him at a glance.
Anyone who can shoot a promotional video for Jiaotong University is probably a student of Jiaotong University.
"Here, I'll give you my number. I'm really busy right now and can't go with you. Just give me a call when you decide how much compensation you want." He was in a hurry to go out today and didn't have his business card with him, so he could only verbally give her a number. "Call me and try."
Sang Fu clicked the dial button and the phone rang. Siming shook the phone with caller ID at her and said, "Got it."
"Then we'll contact each other later?"
"Wait." Sanfu said.
Siming came and was quite responsible. Her expression eased a little. However, the two of them were in the same group, so she didn't give him a good look. Sang Fu tilted her head and looked at the man steadily: "Please apologize to me."
The man was too impatient to say anything more. He apologized but couldn't stay any longer. He went back to park the car in shame. Sang Fu was merciful and said nothing more. "I'll contact you when I'm free."
Siming said, "No problem."
Sang Fu turned and left. Siming looked at her back and was almost hit by the back of his own car.
He jumped to the side in shock, seething with rage: "Fall again, and I'll crush you to death!"
I don’t know where his good assistant found the driver. If he hadn’t been so busy with so many jobs recently, he would have fired him long ago.
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Sang Fu habitually arrived earlier than the agreed time. When she arrived at the room, there were only a few people scattered there, most of them were actors, but not the protagonists.
After greeting each other, they sat down and waited for a while before the director and his group arrived. Today was the first time they met, so they couldn't avoid socializing and couldn't get into the reading so quickly.
The director introduced to everyone: "Everyone, this is our producer Mr. Siming."
As the producer of the show, Si Ming brought in a lot of investment for them. The actors around him all stood up to shake hands with him. Sang Fu looked over and their eyes met in the air. They were both stunned.
"Why?" the director asked, "Mr. Si, do you know Miss Sang?"
Hearing her address, Siming raised his eyebrows with interest, but said to Sang Fu: "Are you the screenwriter?"
He had always thought that the promotional video she forwarded was for a friend, but he didn't expect that the model was actually her.
"I didn't realize you were the producer."
Being objective and not subjective is Sang Fu's code of conduct. Although she had some estrangement from Siming half an hour ago, she would always adopt a professional attitude when working.
She nodded: "Hello."
The script reading lasted until the evening before everyone left.
In fact, the crew also arranged a hotel for Sang Fu, but there were many people to take care of and the money had to be spent wisely, so the comfort of the hotel was not as satisfactory as expected.
And you may meet many people in the lobby who you have to greet.
She thought about it and found another hotel to check in, which was also close to the filming location.
After returning to the hotel, she simply washed up and started her daily typing.
This went on for several days.
We read the script together during the day and go back to the hotel to write at night. We have to change the content of the script from time to time because we discuss better developments during the reading.
She goes to bed late and gets up early every day. She hasn't lived such a fulfilling life in a long time. She doesn't feel tired at all. She feels like she has been injected with chicken blood and is full of fighting spirit.
That night, she came out of the shower and was drying her hair when she heard her cell phone ring.
Thinking it was something with the crew, Sangfu walked over, took a closer look, and found that it was not.
It was Zhuang Mowen's news.
Zhuang Mowen: [Have you rested?]
She paused.
Pick up the phone and reply: [Not yet.]
Before I could put it down, there was another ding-dong sound.
Zhuang Mowen: [I miss you every day. I spend a lot of time lingering outside your room.]
As Sang Fu read these words, she imagined Chuyi sniffing around at her door, and she couldn't help but smile.
[Tell it I'll be back soon.]
Her hair was wet, and water was still dripping down the ends of her hair where the towel was not wrapped. As she lowered her head to reply, several bean-sized water droplets fell one after another on the phone screen.
Sang Fu quickly took a tissue to wipe it.
The cell phone rang.
A few seconds later, there was another ding-dong sound.
After wiping off the water stains, Sangfu looked back at the screen and finally saw the message he had sent clearly.
Zhuang Mowen: [It seems it doesn't understand.]
The second message came several seconds later, after he had been thinking for some time, I don't know what he was thinking about.
Sanfu lowered her eyes.
He asked: [Is it convenient for video?]
…
Ten minutes later, Sanfu finished blow-drying her hair, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and sent him a message: [I'm done.]
Almost as soon as I sent it, the video request popped up.
Sang Fu clicked the call, and Chuyi's chubby face filled the entire screen. As soon as it saw Sang Fu, the picture became even more chaotic. It kept arching the screen, as if it could really see her if it broke the screen.
"Chuyi," she thought it was so cute, and even wondered why she was afraid of it before. She smiled with her eyes curved, "Wait until I come back and bring you a toy, okay?"
After Chuyi finished bending the screen, he found that he couldn't break it. She was still stuck inside, which made him very disappointed. Not long after, she diverted her attention and ran away with a toy on the ground in her mouth.
The screen shook slightly, and she saw Zhuang Mowen's face. It was a very casual angle, and the light also casually cast the shadow of his bones.
The background is the living room, and the collar looks like home clothes. Sangfu has some impression of it.
Their eyes met, and they each paused. Zhuang Mowen spoke first, "It went out to play."
Sanfu pursed her lips and nodded.
There was another silence.
It was strange. When they were in Jinyuan, they often fell silent, but never as awkward as the silence they felt now.
Maybe it has something to do with this video call.
She thought.
In this narrow screen, they can only focus on each other.
Too personal.
She usually only plays with Sheng Weiyao, and rarely even calls her parents via video, usually just by phone.
"Then I..."
"When will you be back?"
They spoke at the same time.
Sang Fu swallowed the word "dead" for the time being and thought for a while: "Actually, tomorrow's mission is relatively light, so I can come back, but my car was scratched and I haven't had time to repair it yet."
"If we send it in for repair tomorrow, we'll be busy again, so we'll have to wait a while."
"Well." He said slowly, "Then Chuyi will miss you for a long time."
Sangfu smiled and said, "It's okay."
But if you count it up, today is her fourth night staying in the hotel.
Excluding the National Day trip, this was the longest time she had been away from Jinyuan.
She was a little absent-minded when she heard Zhuang Mowen ask, "Have you had dinner?"
"have eaten."
"What are you eating?"
"Noodles." Sang Fu blinked, afraid that he would misunderstand, and explained: "It's just from the restaurant, not made by me."
She heard Zhuang Mowen laugh, dull and muffled through the electric current.
"It's okay if you did it."
After the call ended, Sangfu sat on the carpet for a long time before getting up and turning on the computer.
When it was time to go to bed, she would crawl into the quilt, leaving only her head exposed. She would open her eyes without any sleepiness, staring at the dim lights outside the window in a daze.
After a long time, she turned over and looked at the ceiling.
Now that she thought about it, it seemed like it had been a very, very long time since she had eaten dinner alone since she moved to Jinyuan.
I finally got used to being alone, and later I accepted two people unconsciously. Now, I’m back to the way it was at the beginning.
But at this moment, she actually felt a little uncomfortable.
How can that be?
Sanfu closed her eyes and said to herself.
Her life would one day return to normal.
Everything that is now will eventually collapse.
She can't indulge herself, can't get used to it.
This way, you don't have to endure the painful separation.
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The author has something to say: Xiao Fu is skinny, and Professor Zhuang is concerned about whether she has eaten three meals a day and is full [pats her head]
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