Chapter 35: Half-ripe mulberries make my heart feel sour and bloated.
While lying in bed, Sangfu's consciousness seemed to be suspended in the air by an invisible rope, always a little dull, so much so that she didn't know what answer she had given, nor when the phone was hung up.
The chandelier above her head emitted a dazzling light. When she looked directly at it, tiny spots of light appeared in her field of vision. It seemed like an eternity had passed, or as fast as she blinked a few times, when the phone beside her ear rang again.
Press Answer.
"I have arrived."
Zhuang Mowen's voice rang out, "Is it still the same room number?"
"No."
"Then send me the current one."
Sang Fu recalled the room number, picked up her phone, and before clicking on the WeChat interface, she accidentally glanced at the time in the upper right corner.
Only ten minutes had passed.
Could it be that he happened to be nearby?
But it takes about half an hour to get here from Jinyuan, even if you go fast.
The thought came and went, but Sang Fu edited the room number and sent it to Zhuang Mowen. Then she stood up and walked to the window to look down.
Her room was on a high floor, and the traffic on the road shrank to the size of ants. The city lights were brilliant, and the dazzling neon colors dazzled her eyes, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
She stared for two seconds, then heard the dull thud of a car door closing from her phone. Before she could even think, Sang Fu suddenly called out to him, "Professor Zhuang."
He responded, "I'm here."
"Don't come up here." She lowered her eyelashes and spoke softly while holding the phone.
"I want to... go down for a walk."
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After January, Lincheng officially entered its harsh winter. While the temperature was only around zero degrees Celsius, nowhere near the terrifying sub-zero temperatures of the Northeast, the chill was bone-chilling, and the wind on my face felt like torture.
Sangfu had already changed into a thicker scarf, but the moment she walked out of the hotel lobby, she still shivered involuntarily because of the cold.
The wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the road. Sandon stayed where she was, pulled her scarf down to expose her mouth and nose to breathe. The cold air poured into her throat, and her confused mind finally became clearer.
People were coming and going on both sides of the street, and unfamiliar faces passed by her. Sang Fu looked around, but could not see Zhuang Mowen.
Do you want to give him a call?
Sang Fu had just groped for the edge of the phone when she turned her head and paused.
At the entrance of a department store not far away, Zhuang Mowen seemed to have just come out, but his hands were empty and he didn't seem to have bought anything.
Even from a distance, one can still see the man's stature. His body shape complements his height. He is tall and strong, and is definitely not thin. He is particularly eye-catching among passers-by.
He walked down the stairs slowly, and the next moment he raised his eyes, he noticed her.
It was Sangfu who suggested taking a walk. Logically, she should have gone first, but her feet became heavy due to the numbness of the cold wind, and she could hardly move forward, as if they were filled with lead.
She could only watch Zhuang Mowen take slightly larger steps and walk towards her.
The streetlights along the street cast a hazy glow of light and shadow, bathing Zhuang Mowen's tall figure in it. It was bright and dark, hazy. The closer he got, the clearer his face became.
His eyes were as black as ink, and his gaze was fixed on Sangfu.
It was freezing cold, and Zhuang Mowen walked slowly towards them. His temperament was still gentle, but his eyes were dark, filled with deep, unknown emotions, and lacked the gentle smile.
Maybe Junjun was right. Sometimes, Zhuang Mowen was not always as gentle as she saw him.
This kind of him did not make her feel scared or want to stay away from him.
But maybe it was because his eyes were too deep, or maybe it was something else, when Sang Fu met his eyes, something pent up in her chest suddenly began to churn.
The wind made her eyes dry, and the indescribable feeling rising in her chest made her feel helpless.
This helplessness made Sang Fu dodge for the first time when facing these eyes that had stared at her countless times.
The wind was strong and his steps were also fast. Just a few seconds after Sang Fu took her first step, Zhuang Mowen stopped in front of her.
It was no longer the gentlemanly distance they had at the airport. His shadow almost covered her. The coolness around him and the warmth from his breath merged with hers.
At this distance, Sangfu had to tilt her head back to see his expression. She was about to take a step back, but the next moment, she was hugged in his arms without any warning.
She was stunned and maintained her original posture stiffly.
The fabric of his coat was not smooth, but covered with a velvety texture. She hid in this small space and breathed gently until the coldness on her face gradually dissipated.
Sanfu's mind went blank.
She didn't react for a long time, but she didn't know why, but her heart suddenly felt sour and swollen, as if a lot of things were quietly stuffed in.
The north wind was whistling in her ears, but she was immersed in warmth all over. At this moment, Sang Fu actually felt a long-lost sense of fatigue.
Suddenly, there were cheers of joy and surprise from the passers-by. Sang Fu suddenly came to her senses and struggled a little.
Finally I had time to ask the question I should have asked from the beginning: "What's wrong?"
Zhuang Mowen's arm was not tight, he paused, then light flooded into Sang Fu's sight, he took a step back and kept his distance.
Her hair was touched. Zhuang Mowen opened his hands in front of her. In his palms lay two melting snowflakes, crystal clear. "It's snowing."
It seemed like he was answering her previous question, but perhaps he also knew that this was not what she was asking.
Lincheng doesn't often have snow. This is the first snow of this year and the first snow in nearly five years. It came suddenly.
No one mentioned the hug just now. Sang Fu's attention was diverted. She raised her face and saw snowflakes falling from the dark night sky. It was like a scene in an art film, so beautiful and shocking.
It turned out that they were exclaiming in surprise at the snow.
She remembered something and looked down at Zhuang Mowen's side.
"What about the first day of the new year?"
Zhuang Mowen looked at her and asked, "Why are you asking Chuyi?"
"I thought..." He was bringing Chuyi to see her, after all, they were talking about Chuyi before.
"It's me who's coming to see you, not Chuyi."
He looked at her quietly, his tone was very gentle, but inexplicably, they fell silent for a moment.
Sanfu nodded and said, "Then... maybe I misunderstood."
The snow fell on their bodies, and as it continued to melt, the water droplets seeped into their coats. The two did not stay on the street for long, and walked back to the hotel entrance side by side. Zhuang Mowen looked up at the sky and said, "This snow will probably continue to fall for a while. Do you still want to walk?"
"I do." She looked at the snowy scene, "but it's easy to get sick."
The snow falls on your head and it's easy to catch a cold.
She didn't have an umbrella.
Just when she was thinking about forgetting it, she could walk by herself, there was no need for Zhuang Mowen to accompany her, but shortly after she finished speaking, he said, "Wait for me here."
Before Sang Fu could answer, Zhuang Mowen's figure was already submerged in the flying snowflakes.
Not long after, Sang Fu saw Zhuang Mowen open the car door, take out an umbrella and open it. When he returned to her, the dark umbrella was already covered with white snow with a few spots of background color.
He stood at the bottom of a few steps and raised his umbrella a little.
"Come."
Sanfu walked under the umbrella. She looked at the street scene in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and decided to be honest: "I don't know where to go."
"Just walking around, it's okay." Zhuang Mowen said slowly, "Sometimes you don't necessarily need a destination."
She replied: "Okay."
They faced the road. Zhuang Mowen asked, "Left and right, which way do you want to go?"
Sangfu looked around. It was just one street, just in a different direction. She randomly chose one: "Left."
Not long after we came down, the city was far from quiet, but because of the arrival of snow, after a brief surprise, there were fewer pedestrians on the streets.
Some people walked quickly with their heads down in the snow, while others walked under the eaves of shops. Few people who went out on foot anticipated the situation and brought an umbrella.
Zhuang Mowen's umbrella was quite big, more than enough for the two of them to stand under it. But no matter how big it was, it was only within that area. They couldn't be too far away, nor could they be too close. It was just that her sleeve would brush against him from time to time.
The shadows on the ground, however, are tightly attached to each other.
Zhuang Mowen looked at the shadow and asked her, "Are you cold?"
Sang Fu took a deep breath, put her hands in her pockets and said, "A little bit."
"Put your hand out."
She didn't understand why, but she did as she was told.
The next second, Zhuang Mowen covered his palm with something from his pocket, and something heavy and hot fell on his palm. When he withdrew his hand, Sang Fu saw clearly that it was a hot pack.
And it is a hot pack that has already overcome the cold after opening the package and is now warming up.
He had another hand and gestured to her, "That hand."
Sangfu held one in each hand and stuffed them into her pockets, keeping her warm.
She pursed her lips, a scene flashed through her mind, and she asked, "Were you buying this in the supermarket just now?"
"Yeah." Zhuang Mowen said, "Are you still cold?"
She shook her head and asked, "Do you have any more?"
The weather was indeed very cold, and no matter how healthy her physique was, she felt that it was better to have some warmth than to endure it alone.
"have."
Sang Fu inexplicably didn't believe it: "Really?"
Zhuang Mowen smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, try it."
Sang Fu lowered her head and looked at the pocket of his coat. It was obviously deflated, but Zhuang Mowen had no reason to lie to her. She thought slowly, then raised her hand and touched the area carefully, as if clearing a mine.
"No."
They were walking slowly forward, but when she finished saying these two words, she realized that she and Zhuang Mowen had stopped without realizing it.
"Inside," he whispered.
Zhuang Mowen looked at Sang Fu's dazed expression and raised the corner of his lips: "Okay..."
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed slightly. He lowered his eyes to look over and his body suddenly stopped.
Perhaps because her existing cognition was broken by him again and again, Sangfu frowned and put her hand into his pocket curiously and suspiciously.
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
Even in winter, he didn't wear much, so he could sense it more clearly. The hand in his pocket moved slowly, and through a layer of cloth and a thin sweater, it seemed to touch his waist.
Sang Fu carefully felt around inside. The temperature left by the heat pack was warm, but also empty.
I looked everywhere, but found nothing.
Sang Fu raised her face: "?"
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
She silently pulled her hand back: "Do I look so gullible?"
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
She withdrew her hand, and her tense body finally relaxed. Zhuang Mowen finally spoke: "...I was wrong."
The voice is a little hoarse.
That's very wrong.
Therefore, those who do evil will eventually destroy themselves.
He has tasted the consequences.
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The author has something to say: Is it sweet today? ! ! ! The strongest counter-flirt is Xiao Fu! My mother was so sweet that she laughed like an aunt (self-satisfied) I couldn't continue writing for a few times... so I wrote a little slowly. Sorry, red envelopes are dropped for everyone.
Zhuang wanted to hug her because he was too distressed. From his perspective, Xiao Fu was so small, and she was red all over because of the cold. She was usually very firm, but today she didn't even look him in the eye, which showed that her mood was really wrong [poor] Hug her quickly
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