Chapter 47 Half-ripe mulberries (Xiao Xiu) Fill
The next day is New Year’s Eve.
"Mom," Sang Fu said softly into the phone while fixing her hair, "Yes, I'll be leaving soon. We'll be back together this year. He's already told his family."
She hung up the phone, carefully pinned her loose hair with invisible clips, took a few steps back, and looked at herself repeatedly in front of the floor-length mirror to make sure that the colors of her outfit were coordinated and looked good. Then she took her bag and walked out.
The door opened and the man at the door heard the noise and turned around.
Sang Fu was stunned: "Didn't I ask you to tell me when you're better?"
She just thought he was not well either, so she was dawdling. She had clearly chosen her clothes in advance last night, but when she woke up today, she was not very satisfied. She changed several sets of clothes while she had plenty of time.
Now it seems that I don’t know how long Zhuang Mowen has been standing here waiting.
"It's still early, and there's no rush."
Zhuang Mowen turned around and looked at her face.
She was wearing a red scarf, had bright eyes and white teeth, and her skin was as shiny and soft as pearls. Her face was small and white, and it seemed that the red on her neck reflected some of her complexion, or it seemed that she had lightly applied blush on her face.
He raised his hand and smoothed a strand of unruly hair behind her ear. "It looks good."
Her earlobe was lightly touched by his fingers. Sang Fu stood there, as if it would be awkward to say nothing. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at him and said, "Thank you, you look good too." "Thank you." Zhuang Mo Wen imitated her serious tone with a smile in his eyes.
"But how does it compare to your other three blind dates?"
Sanfu walked downstairs with him. She almost suspected that she was hallucinating. "Why did you suddenly think of something that happened so long ago?"
"Curious." He said nonchalantly.
Sang Fu rarely paid attention to others, and she didn't like to compare, let alone compare others. But when Zhuang Mowen asked, she made a fair conclusion: "You are the best looking, but the others are all decent looking."
"Well," Zhuang Mowen said slowly, "then why not choose a few others?"
Sang Fu didn't understand why he asked these questions. If he had chosen someone else, they wouldn't be talking here now. Why did his tone sound so strange, as if he really wanted her to choose someone else.
“Because the concepts are different.”
“What if the ideas are the same?”
"There's no if." She was puzzled. "What's wrong with you?"
Zhuang Mowen looked at her helplessly: "...Nothing."
He shouldn't have imagined that she would understand.
Forget it, it doesn’t matter if she never understands all these twists and turns.
She was already by his side anyway.
After they got out of the door, Sangfu lowered her head and got into the car first. Then he closed the door and went around to the other side to sit in.
"The things I brought for your parents are all in the trunk. Is there anything else you want to add?"
"No more," Sanfu shook her head, "You bought too much."
It can hardly fit in any more.
"It's just a little token of my appreciation." He smiled and didn't take it seriously.
Sangfu also smiled. She looked at the time on the electronic display and it was almost time.
"Let's go."
Zhuang Mowen said, "Okay."
…
It was exactly nine o'clock in the morning when I got home.
Sang Fu and Zhuang Mowen entered the house and sat together for the New Year's Eve dinner.
Whether it is his family or her family, men are the main force in cooking. Jin Qiong is usually decisive and efficient in the company. She will not enter the kitchen once a year and will completely obey Sang Cheng's command. So Sang Fu and Jin Qiong help him.
"How have you been recently?" Jin Qiong asked her.
"I'm fine, Mom." Sang Fu asked again, "How about you and Dad? Are things going well at the company?"
"Not bad. I heard you were on a film crew a while ago?" Jin Qiong picked vegetables, her face still stern and her tone hard. "Can your body withstand this? Find some time to go to the hospital for a thorough checkup. Your body is your own. If you're sick or in pain, no one else can do it for you."
Sang Fu lowered her eyes and replied "Okay" obediently.
"Are you staying home tonight?" Jin Qiong rinsed the vegetables she had picked under water. "I asked Auntie to come over and clean the place a couple of days ago."
Sanfu whispered, "No, Mom, we'll go back tonight."
She didn't think of anything else.
But at the moment, she would still feel nervous if she shared a room with Zhuang Mowen. It would be better for her to go back to Jinyuan so that they could sleep separately.
Jin Qiong didn't say anything.
As the night deepened, they stood up and said goodbye.
On the day of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, the city is decorated with lights and is full of joy.
"I thought you'd want to stay." Zhuang Mowen stepped on the brakes firmly at the sidewalk and looked at the red numbers jumping not far away. "Haven't they been home for a long time?"
When they were in the car, Sang Fu often stared out the window in a daze. When she heard his voice, she slowly turned her head and met Zhuang Mowen's gaze. Sang Fu asked, "Do you think I'm weird too?"
I haven't seen my parents for a long time, so I think I should stay closer to them.
But if you haven't seen it for a long time, desensitization will occur.
She still misses them and loves them very much, but she feels little dependence on them. She thinks this is not a contradiction, it is just a habit formed over the years.
Zhuang Mowen looked at her, but caught the key point in her words: "Does anyone think you are weird?"
Sanfu paused and said, "I think so."
When she first started college, she lived in a dormitory. Everyone came from all over the world, and she often called her family, and she would cry while talking in the dormitory.
She was the only one who rarely called, and every time she answered, she was very calm. Others would find it a bit strange and ask her if she didn't miss home at all. She said yes.
"I can't tell at all, you seem so strong and awesome!"
Sang Fu said frankly: "Because it's useless to think about it."
Can't go back.
they:"……"
The car moved forward.
Zhuang Mowen's voice was so light that it seemed to float in the air: "Are you sad?"
"What?"
"Are you sad that you haven't seen each other for a long time?"
She thought about it and said, "Not now."
Zhuang Mowen nodded: "That's not surprising."
Sanfu turned her head to look at him.
He continued, his tone gentle: "You can do whatever you want. It's not surprising that you can do it without putting yourself in a difficult position."
It’s not strange to cry, and it’s not strange not to cry. The one who thinks others are strange is the one who thinks others are strange.
Sangfu has a big heart, so big that she tries not to take many things to heart and just follows her own principles.
But her heart was also very small, so small that just one word from him could fill it up.
After a while, she finally said "hmm".
…
Sangfu fell asleep again on the way and vaguely felt that the car seemed to have stopped. She opened her eyes and found that the door on her side had been opened.
Zhuang Mowen leaned over and naturally unbuckled her seat belt. The faint light climbed up her shoulders. His face was gentle and profound, and behind him was the familiar Jinyuan.
"We're here." He said softly.
I came back after eating and was not hungry at all. I also left enough food for Chuyi, so there was nothing left in the bowl when I came back.
Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng also brought them Spring Festival gifts. Sang Fu put the things away and went for a walk on the first day of the new year with Zhuang Mowen.
They haven't gone for a walk together for a long time.
All in all, this is the second time.
The last time was just after the beginning of winter, but this time winter is about to pass and spring is approaching.
On New Year's Eve, the wind is filled with the strong flavor of the New Year. It is very late now, and many people have gathered in the park square. Several stalls on both sides are surrounded by people, and the laughter of men, women, young and old can be heard everywhere.
In the past New Year’s Eve, Sangfu basically never went out.
When she was a child, after eating the New Year’s Eve dinner, she would go back to her room upstairs and sit at her desk to complete her winter vacation homework or read a book.
Fireworks are prohibited in Lincheng City. Only occasionally during the specified time can you watch a fireworks show from a distance.
She was actually not very interested in fireworks, but every time the bright light of fireworks shone through the window onto her textbook, Sangfu would still look up blankly, staring at the clusters of fireworks blooming in the sky, in a daze for a long time.
Maybe it’s because her world is always so quiet, so a little noise can attract a lot of her attention.
There are no fireworks in the sky at this moment, but there are still twinkling stars in the sight.
Looking closely, it was a fairy wand.
Almost every child had one in his hand and was happily swinging around. The rest were in the hands of their parents. The young parents laughed heartily and were having more fun than the children.
Zhuang Mowen turned his head and saw Sang Fu staring into the distance without blinking. He followed her gaze and understood everything.
"Want to play?"
She looked at him and paused, "I do."
…
Sang Fu held Chuyi's hand and stood on tiptoe outside the crowd to watch for a long time. Because the stall was doing a booming business and there were too many people wanting to buy, as soon as Zhuang Mowen lined up in, a circle of people followed behind him.
If Zhuang Mowen hadn't been tall enough, Sang Fu would have almost lost track of him. Half a minute later, Zhuang Mowen, holding two bags of fairy wands in his hands, finally squeezed out from the three layers of stalls.
She felt a little embarrassed. Zhuang Mowen had been very successful in his life, but he had probably never been in such a crowded line. His clothes, which were always neat and tidy, were wrinkled, and he looked a little disheveled, which was not easy to see on ordinary days.
But he didn't care at all. He walked towards her with bright eyes, then opened the paper bag and took out two cigarettes for her.
When she was done, he pulled out the complimentary lighter and looked at her: "Are you ready?"
She pursed her lips tightly, her expression extremely serious: "Okay."
"Squeak—"
The moment the flame touched the fairy wand, sparks burst out and crackled. The firelight instantly illuminated her stunned face, casting a warm glow on her cheeks.
Her expression relaxed for a moment, and her brows softened.
There was another "hiss" sound.
Sang Fu raised her eyes, followed the newly burning fairy wand upwards, and looked at Zhuang Mowen.
Fireworks were flying everywhere, the light and shadows were bright and dark, his eyebrows and eyes were so beautiful, his eyes were as black as ink, but when he looked at her, a smile slowly spread across his face.
After looking at each other for a long time, she pursed her lips and a faint smile appeared on her fair face.
"Sister, is brother your boyfriend?"
Suddenly a childish voice was heard. The two were stunned for a moment and looked down. They saw a little kid who came out from nowhere, holding a fairy wand that was burning to the end, and smiling at them slyly.
Sang Fu didn't react at all. She gave Zhuang Mowen a blank look. He looked at the child and smiled lazily, "Yeah."
"My dad said that boyfriends and girlfriends kiss and kiss, and my dad and mom also kiss and kiss." The little brat covered half of his face with a shameless expression, but couldn't help but ask curiously: "Then brother, can you kiss your sister?"
As he was talking, the little brat attracted several children of the same age, who were probably his "accomplices". Several children hugged one of their legs and surrounded them, staring at them with bright eyes, full of innocence.
You say one thing and I say another.
"Yes, yes, will you kiss me?"
"Are you stupid? Of course I will kiss you."
"Then why aren't they kissing now? Are they shy?"
"You're wrong. It's obvious that only children would be shy, not adults!"
Zhuang Mowen paused, raised his eyelashes slightly to meet Sang Fu's gaze, and smiled: "You'll have to ask my sister."
Sang Fu, whose brain was in a state of panic, replied with a stiff upper lip: "I... I think it's all right..."
What is she talking about?
"Great!" The little brats immediately jumped three feet high with excitement, and one or two of them were adding fuel to the fire: "Kiss, kiss, kiss, um——"
Until the children's parents came running over, they probably felt ashamed. Each of them picked up their little kid with red faces and covered his mouth. After apologizing to the two people, they hurried away.
Only when the figures of several people disappeared from sight did Sang Fu breathe a sigh of relief.
The fairy wand in her hand had long been burned out, and the rest had to be thrown away. Someone pulled her wrist over, and Sang Fu lowered her head. Zhuang Mowen was gently prying open her fingers and taking away the remaining half of the fairy wand in her palm.
The light was dim, he lowered his eyes, and reached for her other hand, his tone casual: "You can call me anything you want?"
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