Chapter 37 Half-Ripe Mulberries "Are you still planning to leave?"
The next day was a sunny day with not a single cloud in the sky. Although the snow had fallen heavily last night, it did not last long. It had almost melted away overnight. The city returned to normal and people went out as usual, not knowing when the second snow would come to Lincheng.
"Zhuang Mowen, you're really not nice enough."
In the restaurant, Siming was filled with righteous indignation, "Just count how many times you've stood me up since I came back."
Fortunately, after finishing work last night, he returned to his residence and was about to go out, but some urgent work delayed him for a while and he was unable to go out. Then he received a message from Zhuang Mo Wen saying that he was too busy to come, so he simply went out for dinner with a few staff members.
If he left halfway through his meal like last time, he would really get mad.
The man who stood him up—Zhuang Mowen—sat across from him, took a sip of tea, and said calmly, "Didn't I come today?"
Siming almost laughed out of anger: "From the tone of your voice, it seems like a great honor for me."
Zhuang Mowen put down his teacup and said in a more sincere tone, "I really had something urgent yesterday."
"What's the matter? Tell me." Si Ming folded his hands, ready to judge.
Siming didn't know what big thing had happened that was worth letting down his old friend who had been waiting for him for many years. Let's not talk about the last time for now. After all, it was understandable that he had to take his wife home.
"She's in a bad mood, and I'm worried." Zhuang Mowen lowered his head and ordered the dishes, handed the menu to the waiter, and then continued, "Let's go over and take a look."
"She?" Two question marks appeared above Siming's head. "Who is she?"
After asking this question, I came to my senses. Apart from Zhuang Mowen's mysterious new wife, who else would be referred to simply as "TA" without using a full name?
Zhuang Mowen is a bit of a weirdo. He has talked about his wife more than once or twice, but she didn't reveal any extra personal information to him. She said that it was just a marriage of convenience after all, and they would have to live their own lives after separation, so there was no need to introduce them.
Having known each other for many years, Siming understood him and of course knew that he was thinking about the girl. If he knew one less person around him, he would have less peace and quiet after the divorce and would be able to settle into a new life more quickly without being bothered by the other person's acquaintances.
Siming understood this in his heart.
But they've known each other for over ten years! They couldn't even share a little bit of this kind of thing. They were so stingy that they didn't even give me a name.
"...Wait a minute, Zhuang Mowen, don't tell me." Siming stared at his expression and suddenly realized something. The doubts in his mind connected like a chain. "Your wife was there too?"
Zhuang Mowen raised his eyebrows but remained silent.
Siming sneered: "I was wondering why you refused when I asked you out for dinner, but when you saw the address you changed your mind and said you'd come over."
He thought that his act of playing the victim had worked, but it turned out that this person had ulterior motives.
"So you're in luck thanks to her." Zhuang Mowen ignored his sarcasm and said slowly, "My original plan was to finish eating with you and then go over."
"...Okay." Siming swallowed a bunch of swear words. He originally wanted to give it to Zhuang Mowen, but when he saw how elegant he was, wouldn't he be more elegant when he used him as a contrast?
"But then again," he couldn't help but say, "don't you think you've overacted a bit?"
Zhuang Mowen glanced at him.
Siming: "She's in a bad mood, she has friends, and she doesn't have to put on an act in front of your parents, so why did you go over there?"
They usually say a few insults because they are very familiar with each other, but Zhuang Mowen is a man of good character, and Siming admits it, and he is not pretending.
They were only in their teens when they met. Zhuang Mowen was a popular figure in the school at that time. Because of his good looks, being the tallest in the class, always being the top student in the grade, and being loved by teachers, girls would often come up to him and hand him love letters while he was walking on campus.
Most adolescent boys are cocky and immature, with their hearts as frivolous as if they were hanging high in the sky. When they receive a love letter, they will feel a little complacent. However, Siming has never seen this kind of complacency in Zhuang Mowen.
Perhaps it has something to do with his family's teachings and actions, Zhuang Mowen is indeed full of vigor and vitality, but he has never received a love letter.
Everything was refunded and explained on the spot, politely and gently, without giving any hope.
Therefore, even though Zhuang Mowen showed that he cared a lot about his nominal wife a few times before, Siming did not think too much about it. He thought it was just a need to maintain the relationship, and it was not too much.
Until today.
Seeing Zhuang Mowen remained silent, Siming continued, "Brother, I just want to ask you a question."
Zhuang Mowen: "Ask."
"Are you still planning to divorce?" Siming asked.
“…”
Zhuang Mowen was silent for a moment, but he still spoke: "...She treats me as a partner."
That means you haven't caught up yet.
"I deeply sympathize with your situation," Siming said, "but I have good news."
"What?"
Siming straightened his posture, then cleared his throat with a smile: "I have someone I like."
The reason I was so anxious to call him out yesterday was because I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I couldn't help but express it.
In the end, Zhuang Mowen still didn't come, so I had to hold it in until today.
Zhuang Mowen's expression shifted slightly, and he was in disbelief. Seeing that Siming was serious, he asked, "Who?"
Siming said, "You don't even tell me who your wife is, so why should I tell you who I like? Just forget about it."
“…”
In fact, even without Siming telling him, Zhuang Mowen wasn't very interested in knowing who he liked, so he didn't ask any further questions.
"How does the other person feel about you?"
When this was mentioned, Siming's smile disappeared: "I think she might not feel anything, especially since my driver scratched her car when we first met. It's good that she doesn't hate me."
"But this kind of relationship doesn't happen overnight. I believe that as long as I am sincere, she will fall in love with me one day."
The waiter started serving the dishes, and Siming didn't continue the conversation. He just said to Zhuang Mowen, "We can talk more about this in the future. It's a good thing you didn't win over your wife, otherwise I would be alone and helpless."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
…
crew.
"Brother Xiao Ma, please have some hot milk tea! You've all worked so hard!"
After Sang Fu finished her lunch break and got out of the car, she heard Xiao Ma's assistant distributing milk tea from afar.
She just wanted to quickly go into the studio to avoid the wind, but Assistant Xiao Ma saw Sang Fu's figure, quickly touched the staff member next to her, stuffed a cup of milk tea into her mouth, and whispered, "Go quickly."
So, Sangfu was stopped halfway.
"Teacher Sang, have some milk tea."
Sang Fu looked at the other person's face and had some impression of it. It was the staff member brought by Xiao Ma, who specially delivered it to her. She took it and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
After the staff left, she went into the shed holding her milk tea.
The director was talking about the play, and she walked over to listen as usual. Some people still greeted her, but she didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that there seemed to be a few more people taking the initiative.
She stopped and the director looked at her without saying anything.
Ever since the "fight" on the set a few days ago, Sang Fu felt as if many things had changed subtly.
It's very subtle, but it's a real change.
When she got home in the evening, Sangfu sent the full manuscript to the editor.
Today, Sanfu finally finished writing the whole book.
Although proofreading would take another two to three months, after thinking about it, Sang Fu felt that she should still say hello to Zhuang Mowen.
She opened her phone and clicked on the chat interface. After editing the line of text, she glanced at the two messages above and suddenly paused.
She saw the message from last night when she woke up in the morning, but because she was in a hurry, she forgot to reply.
It's already evening...
Sang Fu sent the message first: [Professor Zhuang, I finished writing my new book today and sent it to the editor. Proofreading will take a few months.]
The next second after the message was sent, she saw that the position of Zhuang Mowen's name had changed to "The other party is typing..."
Zhuang Mowen: [Okay, got it.]
After a while, he sent another message:
Zhuang Mowen: [Grandpa has improved a lot, but his discharge date is still uncertain.]
Sanfu: [Okay.]
After she sent the message, she saw the two messages again. It seemed a bit impolite to ignore them. Even though Zhuang Mowen didn't ask a single question, she really couldn't just ignore them.
Sang Fu went to get a glass of warm water, then returned to her computer chair and sat down. She chose to explain: "I fell asleep last night."
[I was in a hurry to go out this morning, and then I got busy, so I didn’t reply to you.]
She turned off the computer and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the night view.
After finishing the book, she had nothing to do. If she wasn't filming at night, she would feel a little bored. She drank the water slowly from the cup, wondering if she should go back to Jinyuan to get a couple of books to read.
I brought one or two books from home last time, and I haven’t finished reading them yet.
The cell phone on the small round table rang.
My thoughts slowly stopped.
The porcelain cup fell on the coaster, and Sang Fu picked up the phone. She hadn't chatted with anyone except Zhuang Mowen just now. Sheng Weiyao had just told her to go to bed two hours ago. It was hard to have any other possibility except that it was sent by Zhuang Mowen.
In fact, after Sang Fu finished explaining, she no longer felt relieved.
She shouldn't have such thoughts, but Sanfu did feel like she seemed to understand him a little.
So she thought Zhuang Mowen probably wouldn't care about such a small matter, and his response would probably be a reasonable "It's okay".
But when Sangfu clicked it, she found that she seemed to have made a wrong judgment.
The message did contain the word "it's okay", but it was more than just those three words, it was a bit long.
Zhuang Mowen: [It’s okay, you can reply to me now.]
Sanfu blinked blankly and read his message again.
[Now? ]
Zhuang Mowen: [Yes, now.]
Sangfu: [Now...isn't it a little late?]
It's almost twenty-four hours.
It was very late at night. Sang Fu sat by the window with only a floor lamp on. The quiet light flowed slowly and merged with the light from the mobile phone screen.
The chat interface began to jump slightly, pushing Sangfu's message to the top.
[Not too late.]
Zhuang Mowen replied.
[You can reply "Goodnight."]
[Just consider it as a supplement for me.]
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