Chapter 48 Half-ripe mulberries (overhauled to 2000 words) Fireworks fade easily...
His fingertips rubbed her palms, which were already a little itchy, and when he suddenly asked her this, Sangfu's palms, which were always cold, began to warm up.
"I was just talking nonsense."
"So that means it's not allowed?"
"Not really..." Sang Fu's mind was in a mess, so she abruptly changed the subject: "Let's go back first."
Zhuang Mowen raised an eyebrow, teasing her even without exposing her. He threw the burnt fairy wand into the trash can beside the road, took the leash from her hand, and said with a gentle smile, "Okay, let's go."
The journey back was neither hurried nor slow. It seemed that everyone in the vicinity had gathered in the park, and there were few people on the roadside.
The bright moon hangs in the sky, casting a bright and soft glow. The soft moonlight falls on the ground, fine and bright, like a thin layer of snow.
The street lights lengthened their shadows, and Chuyi was running in front.
This scene is almost the same as the last time I came here.
The only difference was that this time, the distance between them was as close as a shadow.
"Sanfu."
Sang Fu responded softly, her voice low because she was lost in thought. When she came to her senses, she was afraid he hadn't heard her, so she quickly said, "Yes."
It was like being called out by the instructor during military training, so serious and funny.
He couldn't help laughing.
They leaned very close, arms rubbing against arms, backs of hands rubbing against backs of hands, bringing with them a hint of dry warmth.
Zhuang Mowen didn't say anything else, but gently hooked his hand and touched her naturally hanging fingertips. Her skin was very cold.
"Are your hands cold?" he asked.
Sangfu felt his warmth and retracted her fingers. She looked at the shadow and nodded slightly: "A little."
He hummed, then added, "I didn't bring you a hot pack today."
Sanfu lowered her voice: "It's okay."
"It does matter." Zhuang Mowen also corrected her in a low voice.
After a while, his warm fingers touched hers again. Wherever they touched, it was like ice melting, extending from the position of his fingers to her cold limbs and bones.
He slowly asked for her opinion: "I'll help you warm up, okay?"
Sanfu paused for a long moment.
He had been waiting for her quietly.
In the dim light, she seemed to have finished thinking and finally nodded her stiff head.
"good."
The next moment, the hand was wrapped in his palm.
It’s different from every time we held hands before, very different.
In the past, when we held hands, we were always dealing with this elder or that elder.
But now, they didn't need to deal with anyone, and they didn't need to put on a show. There were hardly any pedestrians on the street. This was just the pure, official first hand-holding between the two of them.
His hands were like a natural windbreak and a stove, keeping me warm all the way.
For the rest of the short distance, neither of them spoke.
The wind blows gently, ruffling my hair.
After entering the yard, Sangfu was still wondering what to do with the remaining fairy wands. She didn't even notice when Chuyi untied the leash and ran away happily from her feet.
"I haven't asked you yet," Zhuang Mowen said, "What's your New Year's wish?"
His voice brought her attention back, and Sanfu shook her head: "I don't have a wish."
"No?"
"Well," she said seriously, "it doesn't work at all."
She has only made one wish since she was a child, but that wish has never come true. The gods have never paid any attention to her, so she stopped making wishes after entering high school because she didn't want to pay for it.
Zhuang Mowen smiled and said, "If you make a wish now, it will come true."
Sang Fu originally wanted to refuse, but Zhuang Mowen has always been very good at bewitching people. His eyes seem to have magic, and looking into them makes people convinced.
She looked at the bright moon, which was shining with a sacred light, and it also aroused some expectations in her.
"Then I'll make a promise."
Make a wish for something that is closest and easiest to achieve.
This way, the gods won't ignore her, right? Maybe they can just deal with her?
She clasped her hands together, tilted her head back and closed her eyes.
I said to myself: I hope someone can watch the fireworks with me today.
After saying this, Sangfu opened her eyes and looked at the sky hopefully.
No response.
I checked the time on my phone again.
She had the impression that the fireworks show should have started long ago at this time in the past.
Although she didn't have high hopes, why was the fireworks show, which was held every year on time, cancelled this year?
She pursed her lips, and her beating heart calmed down. Sang Fu was used to things not going her way, so she said to Zhuang Mowen, "Let's go back first."
Zhuang Mowen held her hand and said, "Wait a little longer."
Sanfu was stunned for a moment. It seemed as if she had never expressed her wish before. "What are you waiting for?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "You are looking at the sky, don't you want to see fireworks?"
She opened her mouth and was suddenly speechless.
"The fireworks show is delayed ten minutes this year," he said. "If you want to go in, we can go back first, but I'm afraid we won't be able to catch the first moment of the fireworks."
…
Sanfu sat on the steps at the door, hugged her knees and looked up at the sky.
The moon was unknowingly covered by clouds, and the night was dark, as if it could swallow everything.
Sangfu is afraid of the dark, and also afraid of such pitch-black nights. She has no one to rely on and doesn't know where to go next.
But today she was not afraid.
She didn't know if it was because she knew the moon was behind the clouds, or because of the night lights all around her, or something else, but she felt particularly at peace.
She was so calm that she even felt a little drowsy on this winter night.
Zhuang Mowen sat next to her, and tilted his head to see the sleepiness on her face. "If you feel sleepy, take a nap. You can see it from here as soon as you look up. You won't miss it."
She yawned and shook her head, but she was really sleepy, so she just supported her chin and nodded repeatedly.
Zhuang Mowen found it funny to see her nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice. He was about to speak again, but the next moment he suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from the sky.
Sang Fu opened her eyes in shock, and in an instant, her plain face was reflected in colorful light and fire. Through her stunned expression, it seemed as if one could see the purity in her heart.
Zhuang Mowen paused, then looked up following her gaze.
Sangfu's sleepiness disappeared completely.
Clusters of grand fireworks bloomed in the sky, reflected in her trembling pupils, so gorgeous and colorful.
Suddenly, the New Year’s bell rang, and the sound of joyful blessings from afar seemed to come faintly to my ears.
"Happy New Year, Sanfu."
Hearing the voice, Sang Fu's gaze moved slightly and looked at Zhuang Mowen.
His eyebrows were hidden by the loose hair on his forehead, and his eyes were a sea of tenderness.
It was very cold outside, but a warm current flowed slowly in her heart.
"Happy New Year," she replied.
For the first time, someone watched the fireworks with her.
However, Zhuang Mowen probably couldn't guess that her wish was not just to watch the fireworks.
The fireworks continue.
Sangfu thought of something, paused, and withdrew her gaze from the sky.
While they were silent, she turned her head to look at him again, then continued to look up at the sky, watching the distant fireworks that were so warm that her heart trembled slightly.
Fireworks fade away quickly and disappear in a flash.
What if she becomes alone again in the future? What should she do?
Once your heart is filled, if you want to restore it to its original state, it will be emptied and bloody.
…
"Sister Fufu, what's wrong with you?"
Junjun had returned with two cups of hot milk tea. She sat opposite, sipping from a straw, tilting her head to look at Sangfu with an inquiring look. "You seem distracted. I've already called you several times."
Sanfu came back to her senses and shook her head gently: "I'm thinking about something. What did you just say?"
"Ah, nothing," Junjun said with a smile, "Winter vacation was too boring. Spring Festival just passed, and I don't have many friends in Lincheng, and they don't want to come out. Only Sister Fufu is the best to me."
Sang Fu knew that Junjun always liked to exaggerate and say sweet things, but she still couldn't help laughing, "I've also been very idle recently and can't find anything to do."
The proofreading work is still progressing slowly, and there is no need to rush. This is her job. When she is busy, she wishes she could break up the 24 hours in a day into pieces. When she is free, she can lie in bed from morning to night and do nothing.
"You are the same!" Junjun knew that Sangfu was a full-time author, but for privacy reasons, she did not ask about her pseudonym. She thought Sangfu was busy updating every day, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Why don't you come with me to that volunteer activity?"
"What volunteer activities?"
"I sent it to you," Junjun forwarded the activity plan on his phone to Sangfu. "It's about going to Tibet to teach. I plan to join in a few days. It'll only take a week, and I'll be back just in time for school to start."
The event arrangements seem detailed and reliable, and there are many such organized volunteer activities every year.
I also participated in it when I was in college, but I have never been involved in teaching.
Junjun said, "If you want to go, just fill out your information on this form and send it to me."
Sangfu wasn't hungry, so Junjun ordered breakfast for herself. She bit off half of a flower cake and mumbled, "Most of these children are left-behind children. They may not even see their parents once during the Spring Festival. The area is remote, and although it's a village school, the educational environment and resources are extremely poor."
Contrary to what Junjun had said, although the conditions were poor, the children's smiling faces in the photos were pure and bright. Sang Fu felt sympathy and said without hesitation, "Go."
"Really!" Junjun was overjoyed and held Sangfu's hand excitedly. "That's great, we can be partners now!"
Sanfu squinted her eyes and let her hold it without refutation: "Yes."
After Junjun withdrew his hand, she lowered her head and stirred the cup of milk tea quietly, her eyes light.
In fact, she was not just soft-hearted.
After New Year's Eve, she suffered from insomnia for several nights in a row. During the day, she rarely left her bedroom under the pretext of reading the novel, because she really didn't know how to face this relationship that she had never experienced before.
She rarely regretted something so much, or so quickly.
Even after deciding to marry Zhuang Mowen, she never regretted her impulsive decision.
But on New Year's Eve, she suddenly realized that love might not be smooth sailing just because she decided to accept it.
She let him get close to her heart, but what happened next?
It's just a try, but can she calmly accept any outcome other than being together?
There were so many questions that Sangfu couldn't figure out and couldn't find the answers to. She was entangled in her heart, so she couldn't face him as usual.
Maybe she really should find some time to calm down and think carefully about it somewhere away from him.
…
She had a rare moment of leisure time, so she wandered around Lincheng for a day. When she returned home in the evening, Sang Fu went to get a glass of water. As soon as she walked out of the kitchen, she met Zhuang Mowen who had returned from Jia University.
Not to mention that Sang Fu stayed in the bedroom all day, Zhuang Mowen basically continued to stay in the laboratory after the Spring Festival. In addition, she deliberately avoided him, so they actually didn't see each other very often in the past few days.
She paused for a moment, and Zhuang Mowen had already walked up to her, "Drink some water?"
Sang Fu nodded. She thought he wanted to drink too. Just as she was about to give him space by the kitchen door, Zhuang Mowen shook his head and said, "I'm not thirsty."
After he finished speaking, he looked into her eyes and spoke softly:
"Wait a few days, and I'll take you to meet my friends."
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