Chapter 49 Half-ripe mulberries (increased by 300+) She is hiding from him...
Tibet.
The plateau stretches as far as the eye can see. At the end of the field of vision, there are endless snow-capped mountains. The rising sun gives the white snow a golden edge, which is holy and glorious.
Early in the morning, Sang Fu walked out of the dormitory with her textbooks and walked along the high brick wall.
The wind blew up some dust. The altitude of more than 3,000 meters made it even colder here than in Lincheng. The daytime temperature was basically stable at around minus ten degrees Celsius. Even with thick clothes wrapped around me, my hands and feet were still cold.
From a distance, several local residents in Tibetan clothing came face to face with her, smiling innocently and raising their hands slightly upwards: "Tashi Delek."
"Tashi Delek."
Sang Fu had just arrived and had not had time to learn too many Tibetan words. She could only pick up a few common ones. Now that the Chinese New Year had just passed, it was not strange for her to send blessings to everyone she met.
The Tibetans here were also aware that she was not familiar with Tibetan. One of the elderly women said to her in broken Mandarin, "Teacher Sang, it's time to go to class."
Sang Fu's eyebrows were gentle and she nodded: "Yeah."
"The kids all love you," the old woman said with a smile. "After school is over, come to my house for some butter tea."
The person next to him echoed, "Yes, Teacher Sang, you had altitude sickness the day before yesterday. Drinking some butter tea can help."
Sang Fu has been here for two days. She usually teaches the children Chinese. Since they are still primary school children, she also teaches them a little bit of Chinese, mathematics and English.
The altitude sickness they described was actually not that serious, very mild. She took some medicine and used oxygen, and she recovered the next day.
But Sanfu did not refuse such a warm offer, "Thank you."
When they came out of the classroom after class, the children followed her out in a swarm, like little tails that couldn't be shaken off, chasing her to ask about the world outside the mountain.
Sangfu simply stopped and sat in the playground, chatting with them. They taught her to sing Tibetan nursery rhymes. Surrounded by pure and sincere hearts, Sangfu's eyes curved with a smile and her singing was soft, like a gentle breeze coming out of the mountains.
"Teacher Sang." Sang Fu's hand was held up by a little girl.
The little girl was about ten years old. She had lived under high-intensity ultraviolet radiation all year round, and her skin was tanned red and dark. Her face was covered with two patches of high altitude red. When she smiled, her eyes disappeared. "I heard from my mother that the ring on your finger is a wedding ring. Teacher Sang, are you married?"
As soon as the little girl said this, the other children looked at the ring on her ring finger in surprise. Sangfu touched her face gently and said, "Yeah."
"Will Teacher Sang have a baby after getting married?"
"Teacher Sang, have you decided on a name for your baby?"
Sang Fu did not take their childish words to heart. She used to dislike children because her relatives' children were too naughty when she was young. Now this idea has faded a lot.
But due to physical reasons, she will not waver in her idea of not having children.
"You care about me so much?"
The school here has a mixed class system. The sixth to first grade students are grouped into a class with a few dozen students. The junior high school department is next door and is also a scattered group of classes.
The girl who spoke first was considered the eldest sister among them. She said with some curiosity: "Teacher Sang, just tell me."
Her opening words gave everyone courage. The children, who had been silent at first, started talking again: "If Teacher Sang became a mother, would she leave her baby home alone? Like we did."
Sang Fu looked at the child who spoke. Every child here was covered in dust and dirt, jumping around all day long, with no clean place on their bodies. However, their eyes were as clean as black gemstones.
He stared at himself, desperate for an answer.
Before Sang Fu could even speak, someone refuted him on her behalf: "No way, Teacher Sang lives in a big city with very convenient transportation. If Teacher Sang misses the baby, she can just take a plane home in no time."
"Wow." Everyone sighed in envy, amazed by the world they had never been exposed to.
Their pure eyes were reflected in Sang Fu's eyes. She was silent for a moment and pursed her lips.
In fact, no matter where you are, everyone will have many things that they are forced to do.
But she understood these words, but the children did not.
This is the mountainous area of Tibet, where education is underdeveloped and communication is difficult. For children, it's even more important to use language that's easy for them to understand. She thought for a moment and explained, "But the plane has its own mission, and it can't just obey our orders and come whenever we call."
"Maybe you'll be busy with other things and miss out, just like you missed your meal time because you were playing."
"So our parents missed the train home because they were busy?" The girl who spoke first said in a low voice.
"Yes." She nodded.
"But I miss them so much, what should I do?"
Sanfu's eyes swept over them one by one. She wiped the dust off the girl's forehead and said in a gentle but firm voice, "Then you should work harder, get out of here, and go find them."
As long as you step out, there is hope.
…
After drinking butter tea, Sangfu went back to the dormitory to rest during lunch break.
Lying on the creaking bed, she held up her cell phone and took another look. The signal bar in the upper right corner was gray and there was no signal.
On the day she first arrived, there was still a weak signal, but the reception was a little slow. Since waking up yesterday morning, she found that she could not access the Internet at all. Occasionally, a bar would light up, but it would go out again before the data traffic started to be used.
The day before Junjun was leaving, he had a high fever and would not be able to go on the trip. Sang Fu asked other teaching partners who were traveling with him, and they felt the same way.
Almost no one here plays with their cell phones. Sangfu prepares lessons, teaches classes, and plays games with the children every day, so it's not too boring.
only……
When I pulled down WeChat, a running circle took half a minute to load, and then a prompt message "Network not connected" popped up.
“…”
Click into the chat box where there has been no new messages for a long time.
The first night she came here, he asked: "Are you getting used to it?"
Sangfu was suffering from altitude sickness at the time, but she managed to adapt, with a red exclamation mark in front of her because the Internet was disconnected.
After transferring the message again, she finally managed to send it. However, she put down her phone because she felt uncomfortable and fell into a drowsy sleep. When she woke up, the signal was cut off.
She tried again: [The signal is just bad.]
Then the signal made her feel firsthand what bad meant.
Nothing was sent afterwards.
That night, she told him about the volunteer teaching program, "So, meeting friends is not an option for now."
Zhuang Mowen frowned slightly and his smile faded.
He wasn't opposed to this, but there were always issues he couldn't ignore. He said solemnly, "Not only is the mountainous area remote, but if your body can't handle it, severe altitude sickness could be life-threatening."
Her health was originally worse than that of ordinary people.
She had already thought about what he said.
Sanfu replied gently, "I know. I'll see what happens."
Her decision couldn't be easily changed by others, and Zhuang Mowen had never thought of changing her, but after thinking for a moment, he still said worriedly, "Send me the event later."
Sangfu nodded and said yes.
"Report your safety every day over there," he instructed. "Don't act tough when encountering problems."
"Yeah, okay."
"As for meeting your friends, we'll talk about it when you come back." Zhuang Mowen said helplessly, "How many days will you be away this time?"
Sanfu said, "A week."
"Well," he said, "a long time."
In the end, Zhuang Mowen didn't say anything more. He just looked at her and said, "Then go home early."
In the shabby dormitory, a single bed supported her body. Sangfu looked at the gray ceiling, and for some reason she had no desire to sleep.
At first, she wanted to come here, partly because she was not used to the change in her relationship with Zhuang Mowen.
She didn't mind his approach, his intimacy, kisses, and holding hands. Sangfu never refused. But the better he treated her, the more confused she became, as if she was floating in an endless ocean, unable to grasp anything.
She didn't quite know how to be a good wife.
Sang Fu sat up suddenly and an idea popped into her mind.
Maybe she should make a plan too?
Just as I finished thinking, there was a knock on the window. It was a little girl from my group. The dormitory was not soundproof, and her cheerful voice penetrated the glass directly:
"Teacher Sang, I know how to get a signal!"
Sanfu quickly got out of bed and opened the door: "What?"
"Go east from here for about 700 to 800 meters. There's a signal tower there, and you'll get a stable signal!"
"Really." Sang Fu's eyes lit up.
"Didn't you say you couldn't send any messages? Go try!"
"good!"
After a crisp sound, Sang Fu took her cell phone and went out impatiently.
…
The sky is clear and clouds and mist are lingering between the mountain peaks.
Sang Fu climbed up the hillside. The air seemed to be sucked thinner. She held her breath and stretched her cell phone as far as she could.
Zhuang Mowen had just gotten out of the car and looked over from a distance when he saw this scene.
The sky was clear blue. Sang Fu stood on the hillside holding up her mobile phone. She was wearing a thick windproof jacket. Perhaps because she was too thin, she did not look bloated.
She tilted her head back, her long black hair fluttering in the wind, brushing against her face, but Sang Fu had no time to care about it. She just squinted her eyes and stared at the phone without blinking.
With a slight smile at the corner of his eyes, Zhuang Mowen asked the person next to him without turning his head: "What is she doing?"
"Professor Zhuang, that's our village's new volunteer teacher, her last name is Sang." The village secretary raised his hand to cover his eyes and identified her. He answered the question Zhuang Mowen didn't ask before saying, "Didn't I tell you a few days ago that the signal here is poor? I guess she's trying to find a signal."
The signal flickered, and Sangfu took a few steps forward. The signal finally stabilized and became one bar brighter.
She smiled slightly, lowered her head and sent the unsent message.
The phone froze just as it received a signal. The messages from the past two days didn't show up for a while. Sang Fu was wondering whether to wait for him here or explain to him why they had been disconnected for the past two days. Suddenly, someone called her from behind, "Teacher Sang."
She turned around and looked at the person who called her, and said in a clear voice: "Secretary."
When her eyes subconsciously moved to the tall man next to the secretary, her gaze paused.
"Teacher Sang, you've worked so hard here," the village secretary said, offering a few words of comfort. He then introduced her, "This is Professor Zhuang from Jiada University, who has come all the way here to participate in this volunteer teaching program."
Zhuang Mowen looked at her and nodded, "I'll need to ask Teacher Sang for advice more often in the future."
Something choked in Sangfu's throat.
I came here without thinking, just to reconnect with him after being out of touch for two days.
But when Zhuang Mowen really came to her, her heart was filled with surprise, but also with a trace of panic that was hard to ignore.
Lincheng is so far from Tibet that it takes three or four hours to fly there, and it takes at least two hours to transfer from the airport to here.
Six hours of time.
What about his experiment? Isn’t he very busy?
Everyone has a sixth sense, which is intuition.
This intuition made Sang Fu feel heavy in her heart. She couldn't find the specific reason for her panic for a moment, but she found it difficult to face it.
So, she unconsciously avoided his gaze and nodded stiffly in response.
Sang Fu paused, looked at the village secretary, and said softly, "Then you guys chat, I'm going back to class."
After saying that, without looking at Zhuang Mowen again, she walked around him and walked away quickly.
…
Sang Fu had two classes in the afternoon. After the class, she heard some unusual noises coming from the junior high school.
She walked over slowly without realizing it, and when she came to her senses she had already arrived. Sangfu turned around and wanted to leave, but the next moment she couldn't help but look through the classroom window.
The man on the podium had a handsome face, gentle and dignified, no different from when they first met.
Sang Fu could see that he had deliberately dressed more simply, but he had a good temperament and looked out of place standing in the classroom with peeling walls and leaks.
He didn't know where he got so many experimental equipment from, and the children, who had never done experiments before, were all scrambling to do them.
Suddenly, one of the children got distracted and looked around. His eyes met Sang Fu's. He pointed in surprise, "Isn't this Teacher Sang?"
At that moment, dozens of pairs of eyes in the classroom looked over.
Sangfu's face suddenly turned red.
Only Zhuang Mowen on the stage remained calm, as if he had not heard those words. He knocked on the table quietly. His expression did not change, but he was intimidating without being angry.
“Focus.”
The classroom fell silent instantly.
He had only been there for less than half a day when he had already subdued this group of evildoers.
When the classroom was completely quiet, the children all lowered their heads and began to do experiments with great interest. Zhuang Mowen tilted his head slightly, looked at the window where the figure had long disappeared, paused for two seconds, and looked away.
Is she hiding from him?
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The author has something to say: I forgot to mention that Xiaofu is in poor health and she has no intention to do so. Professor Zhuang will not let her take risks, so this couple is also DINK, just like Xiaoyi and Huo Zong. Having a relationship where you can have sex every day but your belly won't bulge is also very happy.
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