Chapter 62 Half-ripe mulberry indulgence
The aunt at home was cleaning upstairs, and Jin Qiong had not come back yet, so Sang Fu and Sang Cheng simply started watering the flowers together.
There were two watering cans at home, one big and one small. At first, there was only one. After Jin Qiong lost interest, Sang Cheng bought one for little Sang Fu.
Now that she has grown up, the watering can that once seemed so big to her is only as wide as her hand.
"Your Uncle Wang must be taking good care of them," Sang Cheng said with emotion. "Spring is coming, and everything that should be blooming will be in bloom soon."
A thin stream of water poured into the soil, hitting the emerald green leaves, causing the plant to tremble slightly. Sang Fu stared at it in a trance, and after a few seconds, she gave an acknowledging "hmm."
She thought of the Phalaenopsis orchids and cinerarias in the Jinyuan courtyard.
Zhuang Mowen planted it himself in December, and the flowering period is almost over now.
But she still remembers the scene after they bloomed. The flowers were as numerous as stars in the summer night, clustered together, swaying on the emerald green curtain.
Every time I pass by there, I feel very happy.
"How about you take a few pots with you when you go back this time?" Sang Fu picked and chose a few pots. "Here, the ones that are growing well are all yours."
Sang Fu helped to take care of the flowers for several years, but she never developed a hobby of fiddling with flowers and plants, which was a self-cultivation and a way to improve one's character. In this respect, she inherited Jin Qiong.
She just felt that they would die if she didn't water them, so she couldn't bear to water them regularly.
It feels like the interest classes I took when I was a child.
She learned everything the other kids did: dance, piano, calligraphy. However, she wasn't interested in anything. Her only hobby was sitting by herself and reading.
But if I don’t go, my parents will be unhappy, so I decided to learn it myself. As a result, I spent many years learning many special skills.
However, even when she was in college and filled out various questionnaires and was asked about her hobbies, she still only listed reading as one.
"No," she refused, "Let Uncle Wang raise him."
"Xiao Fu, what are you talking about with your dad?"
Jin Qiong's voice came from behind, and the two people's conversation ended there.
Sang Fu turned her head and called Jin Qiong at the door, then walked over with Sang Cheng to share the heavy things in her hands.
"We were talking about the flowers," said Sunfu.
Jin Qiong glanced at the potted plants and indeed lacked interest: "Oh."
Sang Cheng took the meat and went to the kitchen to clean it up. Jin Qiong looked back at Sang Fu, examining her from head to toe. Her sharp eyes narrowed as she asked, "Did you stay up late again?"
Hit the nail on the head.
Concealer really doesn't work.
Sanfu said, "I was busy with work, so I'm a little late."
"How many times have I told you to go to bed early? Staying up all night damages your body and you can never make up for it." It was the same words again. Sang Fu listened in silence. "You were always sick when you were a child. Your father and I were so worried about your health. Don't you know that?"
Sang Fu lowered her eyelashes and waited until Jin Qiong finished speaking before she spoke: "I know."
Jin Qiong glanced at her, her anger subsiding a bit. She went to the next room, pulled out a square box, and handed it to her. "Your father sent someone to bring this specifically for you. It's very effective in replenishing your qi and blood. You must keep drinking it."
She took it with both hands, "I understand."
Sang Cheng heard the voice outside while he was in the kitchen and called Sang Fu, "Dear daughter, come in and help daddy."
Sanfu responded, "Mom, I'll go in first."
Jin Qiong sat on the sofa and opened her laptop.
In Sangfu's memory, Jin Qiong was like an omnipotent superman, but her brows were always furrowed, as if she had endless things to do and endless problems to solve. "Go."
When she entered the kitchen, she saw a pot bubbling with cooking sound. Sang Cheng was preparing the food and pointed to a pile of vegetable leaves. Every time Sang Cheng called her in, he asked her to pick and wash the vegetables, and sometimes he just asked her to come in and talk to him.
"Did your mother talk about you again?"
Sang Cheng asked.
"I was wrong," she said. "Knowing I was going home today, I should have gone to bed earlier the night before."
Sang Cheng lifted the lid of the pot and took a look at the boiling water. There was no trace of irony in Sang Fu's tone, but he still couldn't help laughing: "So you mean you can let yourself go and stay up all night every day instead of going home? Should I call Xiaozhuang out one day and ask him how he indulged you?"
"Click".
She didn't control the strength of her hands well, and the stems and leaves of the vegetables suddenly broke.
"No." Sang Fu paused and whispered, "He didn't indulge me. It's none of his business." Sang Cheng cut the side dishes: "Are you protecting him?"
Sanfu said quickly, "No."
After all, she is his biological daughter, so Sang Cheng sees the truth but does not say anything.
He smiled and said, "Time flies. When you were little, you kept pestering me to lift you up to the sky, and now you've started a family."
That was all kindergarten stuff.
It’s not that the family of three had no happy times together, but since Sangfu started elementary school, these times became less and less frequent.
Sang Fu was thinking, but before she could answer, she heard Sang Cheng say, "Go to the refrigerator and get an onion for Dad."
"Okay." She walked a few steps away to get it and handed it to him.
As for those unformed words, I simply don't think about them or say them.
Sang Fu continued to wash the vegetables with her head down. Sang Cheng said beside her, "Your mother and I know that you have always been very sensible and obedient since you were a child. You have never given us any worries."
He murmured, "I've grown up, but I don't seem to be as close to Mom and Dad as I was when we were little. Didn't you tell us everything when we were little?"
The leaves are green and slippery in the hands.
Sanfu said, "That was when we were very young. You were too busy later, and I didn't want to disturb you... and there was nothing important to say."
Her food, clothing, housing and transportation are taken care of by her aunt. Even if she doesn't call them, the aunt will report her situation to them.
She lived the same life every day, so boring that she got used to it. They were very busy, and if the words were the same every day on the phone, it would be better not to say anything.
"Xiao Fu," Sang Cheng spoke after a long silence in the kitchen, "Do you blame your parents for not coming back to see you that night?"
Sanfu asked, "Which day?"
"When you were nine years old, it rained heavily in Lincheng and there was a power outage at home. Your aunt said you went out in the dark and sprained your ankle." Sang Cheng felt a pain in his heart when he thought about it.
He and Jin Qiong only have this one daughter, but she has been separated from them since she was a child. If it wasn't for the last resort...how could he listen to his daughter crying on the other end of the phone and not go back?
Sanfu said, "I think so, but I can't remember clearly."
She just remembered that day was really painful, so painful that it sometimes replayed in her dreams.
Of course I would complain when I was little, for all sorts of reasons. I'd blame them for not coming home yesterday, why they didn't come home today, and whether they would come home tomorrow. Eating alone was so boring. I missed them, and I was almost sick of Auntie's cooking.
"But I haven't felt strange since I grew up." She said with her eyes lowered, her tone calm.
Those emotions in childhood are not so much strange as they are the grievances of the child’s nature.
She has read many books, including some on psychology.
Problems also have many aspects, and some problems are destined to have no solutions.
These problems can only be said to have made Sanfu who she is today and are one of the factors that shaped her current personality.
But she loved them as much as she knew they loved her.
It may feel a little awkward and distant.
I'm used to it and keep a certain distance.
…
The moonlight is bright and the clouds are hazy.
Jinyuan.
Sang Fu had dinner at home, and then took a walk in the community with Sang Cheng and Jin Qiong before coming back.
She dragged her tired body and gently pushed the door open.
Chuyi was not in the living room, and Zhuang Mowen's car was parked outside, and he was not there either.
At this point, he probably went to walk the dog.
She leaned against the wall and lowered her head to change her slippers. Jin Qiong liked her neat and tidy appearance. Sangfu usually tied her hair into a ponytail in front of her, and this time was no exception.
The ponytail she had tied for a day was a little loose, and a few strands of hair fell out, like a thin layer of gauze, covering her expressionless profile.
Sang Fu casually pulled off her hairband, and felt the weight of her hair falling on her shoulders. She adjusted it twice, held the shoulder strap of her bag, lowered her head, and walked upstairs step by step.
She had no thoughts in her mind. Her elusive thoughts were like streams of expanding gas, making her head dizzy and unable to concentrate.
Until the bedroom door opened and she bumped into the man's chest.
She covered her forehead and looked up blankly.
"Professor Zhuang?"
Sang Fu had a calm personality and was not in a hurry to do things. She was not easily impatient and walked slowly, so she was not hurt when she bumped into him. However, she was hit hard by the buttons of his coat.
What's more frightening than the pain is...
She thought he was out.
"Let me see."
Zhuang Mowen frowned, pulled away her hand that was covering her body, and leaned down.
Before Sang Fu could react, she tilted her head back. Zhuang Mowen looked at her and grabbed the back of her head with his other hand to stop her movements.
"Don't move yet."
In his palm, he could clearly feel her stiffness.
Zhuang Mowen paused slightly, but didn't say anything else. His eyes moved up and fell on her forehead.
It's nothing serious, just a little redness on the temples, which is very noticeable against the fair skin.
He simply turned back, took out a bottle of medicated oil from the medicine box, and applied it around her body with a cotton swab.
"What's wrong? Why are you walking absent-mindedly?"
Sangfu had a small mirror in her bag that she used to help her tidy up her appearance. She took it out and looked at herself. "But I don't see you."
The medicinal oil has a certain smell, and when it reaches the nose, it feels greasy, as if it is stuck in the nasal cavity.
She couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.
Zhuang Mowen caught a glimpse of her movements and roughly understood what was going on, so he raised his hand and fanned her.
"The smell will dissipate in a moment."
She felt a little embarrassed. He was so kind as to apply the medicine on her, but she actually complained about the smell of the medicine. Sang Fu quickly put away her expression and said, "Okay."
"Yeah." Zhuang Mowen lowered his head and put the cotton swab and the bottle of medicine oil back in their original places in an orderly manner.
"Why are you still here?"
The man picked up the medicine box and put it back in the cabinet where it was originally placed. He was tall and could easily get up there with just a lift of his arm.
Zhuang Mowen found it interesting and looked back at her: "Why am I not here? I have already moved here."
Sanfu knew he had misunderstood her.
"No, I thought you took Chuyi out."
"I came back early today and took it out." Zhuang Mowen walked over.
Her hair was tied up, and the mark of the hair tie left a curved arc in the hair. It was not heavy and did not appear abrupt, but had a natural messiness.
It's normal to take off your hair to relax when you get home.
But Sanfu never did that.
In the past, this bedroom was her little world. She would take off her coat in the bedroom and would not take off her hair in advance for the sake of appearance.
"If it doesn't go away tomorrow, just wipe it again." He pointed to the mark on her forehead.
She nodded and said okay.
"Didn't you say we were having dinner?" Zhuang Mowen recalled the message she sent him in the afternoon. It would be almost bedtime in two hours. "Why are you back so late?"
"I went for a walk after dinner, so I'm a little late."
After Sang Fu finished speaking, she went to hang up her bag. After a while, she felt silence behind her and thought Zhuang Mowen had left. When she turned around, she found that Zhuang Mowen had not left yet.
They had clearly met at the door at the beginning, and he was clearly about to go out, but now for some reason, he didn't move.
"Is there something on my face?" She pursed her lips and asked curiously.
Zhuang Mowen shook his head. He stood not far away without saying a word, and suddenly raised his hand to motion her over.
Sang Fu didn't understand why, but she still took a step forward.
"What's wrong?"
When she was done walking, he said, "Guess if I have a hot pack in my pocket."
Sanfu felt it was ridiculous and even wanted to laugh: "Definitely not."
He never used a hot pack even during the coldest time of winter. Now it's spring and he has been home for a long time.
A smile flickered in Zhuang Mowen's dark eyes.
"Yes, if you don't believe me, try it."
It was a very familiar sentence. He had said the same thing on the day of the first snow, but he had lied to her that day.
A person can't fall in the same place twice.
Sangfu glanced at his pocket, reached out suspiciously, and poked it outside cautiously.
This time there really seems to be something.
She blinked her eyelashes, "Are you that cold?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "This is for you. Hold out your hand."
Sanfu looked at him, confused, and spread out her palms.
Zhuang Mowen took the thing out of his pocket, but couldn't find any clues. His hands were so big that even a hot pack could be completely covered by them.
Something light was placed in her hand.
Sang Fu looked down and saw that it was not a hot pack, but chocolate.
She actually fell twice in the same place.
"During the group meeting, the students bought some snacks."
Zhuang Mowen doesn't like snacks, but students usually buy snacks and pile them up in his seat as a token of their appreciation.
However, after the meeting, they are usually returned to them intact.
"This looks like the brand you used to eat. I gave you a few pieces."
…
Zhuang Mowen went to the study to deal with work, and Sang Fu went into the bathroom and took a bath in the bathtub.
The chocolate touches the tip of the tongue and melts in the warmth of the mouth. The slightly bitter taste neutralizes the greasy sweetness.
The air was a little humid due to water vapor, and wet hair stuck to her forehead. Sangfu stared at the lamp above her head, and the mist under the lamp was clearly visible.
"Splash--" She got up from the bathtub, wiped her body clean, and changed into pajamas.
With her hair half dry, Sanfu turned off the hair dryer and stood in front of the sink to brush her teeth and wash up.
The mist on the mirror slowly faded away as the temperature dropped, and her face reflected in it gradually became clearer. Her hair was black, and she had just finished taking a bath, and her cheeks were as red as ripe apples.
She went on Weibo, posted a short article, replied to comments from readers who were looking forward to the new book, and urged them to be patient and wait, before leaving.
During the winter vacation, Sheng Weiyao was threatened and bribed by her family, who said that they would give her a house if she passed the exam. Sheng Weiyao immediately decided to abandon all distractions and must get ashore.
They have rarely contacted each other recently. One reason is that Sheng Weiyao is preparing for the exam, and the other is that Sheng Weiyao is in a relationship, and her attention is divided again and again. Naturally, the frequency of chatting with Sang Fu is not as high as before.
But she still took the initiative to find Sangfu today: [Baby, what's wrong with you today?]
She asked a question right away, and Sangfu was confused: [What's going on?]
Sheng Weiyao: [I heard something was going on. How did you get on the big screen in Professor Zhuang's classroom?]
Sanfu was still confused: [What big screen?]
Sang Fu: [Weiyao, I don’t understand what you are saying.]
Sheng Weiyao: [If you said that to someone else, I would have called them a green tea.]
But when Sang Fu said this, Sheng Weiyao believed that she really couldn't recover because of the excessive amount of information.
She explained in detail: [Professor Zhuang was projecting his screen into class today, and if you sent him a message, the whole class would see it!]
Sangfu looked at the message, her eyes fixed.
After a while, she quickly flipped to the chat history with Zhuang Mowen.
The content of the conversation was that she was going back to her parents' home, asked him if he hadn't slept well, and then ended the topic.
These were mostly discussed when he was at school.
Sangfu tried to convince herself that there was nothing shameful about it.
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing—the flipping action paused on the entry "Did I move around last night?"
Sheng Weiyao's message popped up on the phone screen: [But don't worry, the news hasn't spread around the school. Professor Zhuang seems to have a "secret blockade." I only found out because of my connections!]
Sheng Weiyao: [Why have you ignored me for so long? You're not close to Professor Zhuang, so you wouldn't say anything shameful, right?]
“…”
Sang Fu was petrified. After a long while, she typed out three words: [No.]
Sheng Weiyao believed it without hesitation: [That's good.]
After putting down her phone, Sangfu was very thirsty because of this incident and went out to get some water.
After walking a few steps, she met Chuyi who had just come out from the corner. Sangfu felt much more relaxed. She squatted down and rubbed his head: "You didn't even greet me when I came in today. I give you a bad review."
Chuyi looked at her with his small eyes, looking very innocent.
Sang Fu couldn't help laughing, stood up, took the water and walked back.
She was drinking as she walked, and when she passed the study, the door suddenly opened.
Sangfu was frightened and stopped.
Zhuang Mowen looked at her pajamas and asked, "Are you going to sleep?"
She nodded, and thinking that he hadn't taken a shower yet, she said, "I'm not sensitive to noise when I sleep, so you don't have to worry about me."
Zhuang Mowen walked out of the study in two steps, closed the door, and walked towards the master bedroom with her.
"Okay," he said casually, "I was actually thinking of going to the guest room to take a shower."
Sangfu received warm water. When the weather was cold, it was easy for her throat to feel uncomfortable if she drank cold water.
She held the cup and took a sip: "It's okay."
He pushed open the master bedroom door and looked back at her: "Hmm?"
Sang Fu walked in and the water in her cup was almost empty.
Her eyelashes were thick and black, and when they drooped they looked like two fluffy feather fans. Sanfu paused, as if she had gone through a struggle, and repeated it in a higher voice.
"It's okay."
She looked up and looked into his warm eyes.
"I won't push you out again."
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Author's words: I didn't expect it, but I'm here to update again! Hehe, it's another long chapter!
I could have updated before midnight, but Jinjiang was stuck and I was in a panic. It was the next day.
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