Chapter 58 Half-ripe mulberries "I've washed them."
The word "special" struck Sang Fu's heart, lingering with an indescribable ambiguity.
He said that on purpose.
Without waiting for her to answer, Zhuang Mowen lowered his head, his face slightly closer. He looked into her slightly widened eyes and continued to ask, "How do you want to take care of me?"
The familiar scent of his body slowly intruded, subduing the smell of the alcohol. Sangfu felt as if a heat wave had rolled over her, and she felt uncomfortable all over.
What made her even more uncomfortable was that this discomfort was very strange. It did not come from resistance or rejection - she did not reject his approach, she had discovered it a long time ago.
But now, now, this discomfort is intertwined with a restless mind that is so strong that it cannot be ignored. Why?
The blood surged quietly towards his face.
"I," Sangfu opened her mouth, her throat seemed to be locked by something, and her voice came out hoarse and small, "I haven't thought about it yet."
Drinking too much alcohol can make people drunk and easily lose consciousness and control themselves.
A small amount of alcohol stimulation can amplify a person's senses and desires.
Regardless of what others think of him, Zhuang Mowen never claimed to be a gentleman. He just came from a scholarly family, and his parents taught him by words and deeds since he was a child, which made him always push himself to be self-disciplined and behave properly. Good upbringing became natural and not worth mentioning.
But when he fell in love, he thought that he was just an ordinary, ordinary person, with ordinary emotions and desires, which could also breed a hint of evil.
That bad feeling that I could control when I was extremely sober, but now it spread and took over.
For example, the more she acted like this, the more he didn't want to let her go and the more he wanted to possess her.
He also whispered: "Haven't you thought about it yet?"
Sang Fu nodded, her eyelashes fluttered, her pupils were black, clear and watery.
Because she lacked companionship in her childhood, Sangfu is more independent and introverted than ordinary people. She is both dull and sensitive in terms of emotions.
She has a rare talent, which is to still maintain the purity of a teenager.
Unlike her innocence, she understands everything she needs to know about the complexity of the adult world. She is stubborn, strong, and dares to speak and act, dealing with such a world, but her eyes have always been so black and bright, like glass, without a trace of impurities.
Sang Fu nodded and added seriously, "I'll search on my phone."
It would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned being drunk or something, but after she did, only one scene kept replaying in Zhuang Mowen's mind.
The kiss that day was the beginning of my love for you.
"...Or I'll search now..."
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Sang Fu reached for the cell phone in her bag without looking away, and the next moment her wrist was held down.
The air suddenly froze.
The light falling on the surface was slowly cut off bit by bit.
Sang Fu raised her eyelashes, and Zhuang Mowen's face slowly enlarged and enlarged in her field of vision.
Warm breath fell and mingled with hers.
His intentions were obvious, but she had no intention of pointing them out at that moment.
She just watched him move closer silently, and it seemed like many blurry images were flashing in her mind simultaneously. It was a long time ago, as if it was more than half a month ago. She only remembered that they seemed to have kissed for a long time and it was a bit difficult to breathe.
I still remember that Zhuang Mowen's lips were very soft.
Sang Fu thought again of what he said that day. It seemed like there were many sentences, but only one sentence matched this scene.
So she tightened the straps of her bag and closed her eyes.
For one second, two seconds, she heard him smile, felt his breath, and even ruffled the fuzz on her cheeks.
The distance between them was only a finger's width.
Zhuang Mowen smiled as he looked at her fluttering eyelashes, tilted his face to the side, and was about to lower his head.
Next second.
A sudden cell phone ring rang in the quiet car.
Both of them had a meal.
Sang Fu opened her eyes, carefully distinguished the distance, and then pushed him: "Yours."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
The call was from Zhuang Kang.
Zhuang Mowen turned around and answered the phone in an orderly manner.
Having just been interrupted, he couldn't go on any further. It was a pity anyway. Zhuang Mowen hung up the phone and turned to look at Sang Fu. Just as he was about to speak, she asked, "Are you not drunk?"
Seeing her serious expression, Zhuang Mowen laughed: "When did I say I was drunk?"
With a "pop" sound.
The car door was closed.
Sanfu had already gotten out of the car.
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
…
Sanfu walked towards the door without looking back. Soon, the footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer, and they were next to her in a few seconds.
"My dad told us to go visit grandpa together in a few days."
In the past few months, no matter how busy she was, Sang Fu would take one day every month to visit Lin Guanghua with Zhuang Mowen. It was no big deal to go with his parents this month.
Sang Fu walked quickly with her head down and said okay. Her tone was normal, but her speed was very fast.
When they reached the door, Zhuang Mowen watched her unlock the door without saying a word. His movements were not as calm as before. After a moment of silence, he asked tentatively, "You..."
"I just closed my eyes because they were a little dry."
He had just said one word when Sangfu, with her back to him, suddenly blurted out a series of words, still speaking very quickly.
Zhuang Mowen was stunned for a moment, a brief hint of doubt flashed across his face.
Chuyi has been home for a few days. He came to greet me with his tail wagging, rubbing and licking me, and was very enthusiastic.
The explanation she had been holding back all the way was revealed by his "trick", but even Sang Fu herself found it hard to believe, so she didn't dare to slow down.
She quickly changed her shoes, squatted down and touched Chuyi's head as usual, then quickly walked through the living room and upstairs.
They had just come back from outside, it was just past dinner time, and Aunt Zhao was not there.
Sang Fu never looked back since she got off the car. She walked forward with a stiff neck, but no matter how fast she walked, Zhuang Mowen could easily follow her.
Zhuang Mowen hadn't spoken since those words at the entrance. She didn't have time to think about what he was thinking. She just wanted to get back to the room quickly and close the door.
I don’t know how long it took.
When they went up to the second floor, he was still beside her.
With the bedroom door just around the corner, Sang Fu suddenly heard Zhuang Mowen ask her, "Ms. Sang Fu, when will my probation period end?"
She walked towards the door, sticking to the wall, and thought about the "probation period" for a long time.
"This... I haven't thought about it yet."
"I request to be regularized," he said.
Sanfu nodded: "Okay, I'll consider it."
She didn't know what she was replying.
Her mind was a mess, even more confused and empty than when she was drunk.
What was she thinking in the car?
Why did she close her eyes subconsciously?
ah!
He wasn't drunk yet, so wouldn't he remember it clearly?
Could she forget all this after a good sleep?
These questions were getting louder and louder in her mind, almost making her head explode.
"Okay." Zhuang Mowen's voice came, with a hint of laughter in his tone, "Then you rest first."
"Okay." Sang Fu answered calmly, calmly pushed open the bedroom door, calmly closed the door, and calmly sat on the sofa.
She leaned down and reached out to grab a pillow to cover her face.
After a moment, Sang Fu suddenly sat up straight.
The pillow made her face red.
She almost forgot, the last time he asked her to close her eyes was right here.
She stood up quickly, hugged the pillow and changed her sitting position.
…
It was only before Sang Fu set off in the evening that she found out that Zhuang Kang and Lin Ling were planning to go there together the next day, meaning that they should stay there the night before.
She was preparing to add food to Chuyi, but when she heard this, she froze in her tracks, clutching the packaging bag in her hands: "Stay here again?"
"Grandpa returned home at the end of last month," Zhuang Mowen took the dog food from her hand and filled Chuyi's bowl. "He has recovered a lot in the past few months. He couldn't stay in the hospital any longer, so the rehabilitation center let him go home. He persists in rehabilitation training, and he will gradually stabilize."
Sang Fu nodded. Lin Guanghua's rehabilitation hospital was one of the best in the country, and with Lin Ling's connections, the rehabilitation treatment he received would definitely be the most appropriate and effective.
She asked again: "Can Grandpa still stand up?"
Zhuang Mowen was silent for a while, then said calmly, "It's difficult."
At Lin Guanghua's age, he couldn't afford to be bumped or touched, but he still fell down. If he hadn't lived in the army when he was young and had a strong body, he might not have survived, let alone been paralyzed.
Sangfu watched him put the dog food back in the cabinet and close the door.
Perhaps because of her grandfather's relationship, Lin Guanghua was very close to her. He was always smiling and never pessimistic whenever she visited him. She felt a mixture of emotions and said softly, "Grandpa has passed this ordeal. He will surely be safe and healthy from now on, free from disasters and misfortunes."
Zhuang Mowen turned his head to look at her and nodded: "Thank you."
Lin Guanghua's residence was far from Jinyuan, but closer to the Zhuang family. Lin Ling thought it would be more harmonious if the whole family went to visit together, rather than going in groups, so he let them stay for one night.
"Last time, we weren't prepared. There wasn't a single piece of clothing for you at home," Lin Ling said, sitting over affectionately. The little Westie had grown a lot since they last met. The wrinkles around her eyes faded when she smiled in Lin Ling's arms. "This time, I asked Mo Wen to pick out several outfits for you, both inside and out. It'll be super convenient for you to come stay anytime you want."
"Actually, I brought some clothes with me today..."
Sang Fu was listening attentively, but suddenly she felt a little numb.
Something doesn't seem right.
She sat upright and well-behaved with her hands on her knees, her expression blank.
What does inside and outside mean?
…
“Swish——”
The wardrobe door was opened, and Zhuang Mowen picked out a few sets of pajamas: "These are the ones I picked out because I was free this weekend. You can try them all on tonight."
The “outside” is here, where is the “inside”?
At first, Sangfu just said she wanted to take a look at the new clothes, and now she didn't feel comfortable asking.
These pajamas are very conservative styles, with both long and short sleeves. They are hung in the same row with his. Judging from the size, hers look a bit like children's clothes.
Sang Fu looked away, glanced casually, and paused.
She raised her hand and hooked out a light yellow spaghetti strap.
...There really is a "li".
"This," Zhuang Mowen's gaze followed and he paused, "Just pretend it didn't happen."
Sanfu: "Why?"
Zhuang Mowen paused for a moment before saying, "I don't know your size. The salesperson estimated it based on your height and weight."
“…”
Zhuang Mowen: "If it doesn't fit, throw it away and buy another one another day."
Sanfu withdrew her hand and closed the wardrobe door.
"No need." She spoke with difficulty, her voice very low.
He didn't hear clearly: "What?"
"No," she had to say again, "...appropriate."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
She couldn't pretend to be sick every time she came. Zhuang Mowen wanted to take her upstairs to rest. Sang Fu was embarrassed at first, but as they sat there for a while, Lin Ling took the initiative and said, "Xiao Fu, if you want to go upstairs to rest, just go upstairs and rest. You don't have to talk to us. After all, we are a family. There will be plenty of opportunities to talk later."
Zhuang Kang nodded deeply in agreement.
Zhuang Mowen agreed: "Mom is right, let's go upstairs and rest first."
Lin Ling smiled: "Go ahead."
Zhuang Kang nodded solemnly: "Go."
Sangfu came up here in a daze.
It was quite late when she came in the evening. It was almost eight o'clock after dinner. She sat downstairs for a long time. She really planned to rest after washing.
Sang Fu went to the table to get the pajamas she brought with her, then turned and glanced at Zhuang Mowen, "Then... I'm going to take a shower first."
He paused, "Okay."
Then it became inexplicably quiet again.
Sangfu went into the bathroom with her clothes and kept listening to the noises outside while taking off her clothes. She seemed to hear no footsteps or the sound of the door closing.
Is he still in the room?
She threw the clothes into the laundry basket, and until she turned on the shower, she didn't hear any unusual sounds outside.
After taking a shower, Sangfu blew her hair and washed up before going out.
She remembered that the last time she was here, she seemed to have bumped into him just as she came out of the bathroom.
They had only known each other for a short time at that time and were still strangers to each other. He used the excuse that she was unwell to help her deal with his parents and eliminate her feelings of awkwardness.
This time he was not at the door, but not too far away either.
She turned her gaze and saw his figure in front of the desk.
Washing in the guest room would leave too many traces and make too much noise, making it easy to be exposed. He should wash here this time as well.
He heard her open the door, and he looked away from the computer screen in front of him and turned to look at her.
She felt she had to say something, so she said dryly, "I'm done."
...What a strange sentence.
She was wearing pajamas, and his eyes didn't linger on her for long, just a quick glance and then left.
"good."
Zhuang Mowen turned off the computer and stood up. Sang Fu sat down on the edge of the bed and waited until the last bit of moisture on the ends of her hair dried naturally before she got into the quilt.
The weather has been pretty good these past few days, and the quilt must have been taken out to dry in the sun again. It smells like sunshine, and there seems to be a very faint yet very familiar scent lingering.
She no longer knew if it was her illusion.
Lin Ling clearly said that he had washed and dried it, so how could there still be his smell?
Maybe from the very beginning, he was the only one who stayed in the room.
Still at this angle, looking out the window, her heart couldn't calm down for some reason.
Feeling the time passing by minute by minute, Sang Fu felt that time was passing exceptionally slowly, so slowly that her heart felt a little anxious.
My ears gradually became quiet, so quiet that only the sound of her heartbeat remained.
The door opened with a click.
Sangfu sat up suddenly and stared at the bathroom door.
Zhuang Mowen's figure appeared in his sight. He looked up and saw her. This scene was familiar. It seemed to be the same as last time. He went in to take a shower, and she couldn't fall asleep.
"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"
Sanfu said, "Well, it's time to go to bed."
He nodded and came over to copy the last data from the computer to the USB drive. There was a lot of content. While waiting, he looked back at her and said amusedly, "Why are you still sitting there?"
Sangfu said the same thing: "I'll go to sleep right away."
He said "OK" again, dragging out the word a little too long, a little helplessly.
After copying the data, he took out the USB drive, put it in his bag, and planned to take a rest.
Sangfu leaned against the headboard and had been pretending to play with her phone for several minutes.
"Do you need me to turn off the lights?"
His voice rang out again, a little further away than before.
Sang Fu looked up and saw Zhuang Mowen standing at the door. With a slight press of his finger, he could turn off the lights in the entire room.
She didn't have time to think about it, and stammered, "Oh, okay, sure."
He moved his fingers and the whole room was plunged into darkness in an instant.
Only the moonlight from outside the window leaked in, giving her some hazy outlines.
"Good night," he said.
It seems that there is no need for too much explanation. Once there is a first time, there will be a second time.
Zhuang Mowen said good night and stood in the darkness without moving, as if waiting for her response.
After a moment, she said, "Good night."
He seemed to say "hmm", and the bedroom door opened the next moment.
In the blur, the tall and straight figure in the distance moved slightly, and she suddenly leaned forward. She didn't know where the idea came from, maybe it was a sudden thought, or maybe it was only clear at that moment.
"Professor Zhuang."
She suddenly and promptly called out to him, "Do you still want to go to the guest room?"
Zhuang Mowen paused slightly and turned around in the darkness.
"Yeah." The lights were off. They couldn't see each other's expressions, but could hear each other's voices. His voice was soft and low, like a thin stream of water. "What's wrong?"
Sangfu's heart was beating wildly. She was confused. Was she regretting what she had just said? Or was she anticipating his unspoken answer?
She felt that the alcohol she drank on the final day had not yet been metabolized in her body.
Otherwise, why did she always do things she would never do before and say things she would never say before during this period of time?
"Actually, it's okay if you stay."
Zhuang Mowen was stunned.
Sang Fu clutched the quilt, and after a few seconds, she whispered, "...I don't mind."
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The author has something to say: A man who is half drunk will make you cry...
I really overwrote today. I only wanted to write 3,000 words, but I couldn't get past the deadline and have been working hard until now [let me take a look]. I'm going to eat. Good night, good morning, and good afternoon to all the babies who read this!
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