Chapter 66 Ripe Mulberries “You still have me.”
She didn't know how long they held each other, but wrapped in his clothes, Sangfu felt her body getting warm. His breath became hot, sticking to her cheek, and seeping into her lungs and blood cells little by little with his breathing.
Humans are naturally attached to warmth. Warmth represents security and comfort, and they are reluctant to give it up easily.
Sang Fu didn't know why she wanted to hug him. If she had to give a reason, maybe it was the impulse that burst out at that moment that made her do so.
After hugging him, many images flashed through her mind intermittently, the clearest of which was the day of the first snow.
That day, Sang Fu was hugged by him, and she was completely confused. She only knew that he was very warm and made her not want to leave.
Now, she hugged him, and the same hot body temperature filled her desolate heart.
Sang Fu suddenly realized that she, who was always alone in her memory, had a figure around her from that moment on.
Whether frustrated or successful, he has always been involved in these life trajectories.
Perhaps because she was not used to the sudden blockage of cold air, her nose felt inexplicably sore and she buried herself in his arms and took a deep breath.
After a long time, I was gently patted twice on the back of my head.
"Go back to the car first."
Sang Fu was dazed and looked up at his coat.
She has fair skin, which turns red when she feels depressed, and her cheeks are flushed.
Zhuang Mowen leaned over and whispered in her ear, his warm breath falling down, his voice very soft.
"Everyone is watching."
Sang Fu froze and turned her head to look around.
They were already standing at the innermost part of the sidewalk, not blocking the road and not being too conspicuous, but they were outside after all, and people coming and going couldn't help but look at them a few more times.
She felt like several caterpillars were crawling on her body, crawling inside her clothes, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.
Sangfu almost jumped two steps away, quickly putting distance between them.
She was too shy to even speak, so she simply nodded, turned around and walked away with a blank face.
I hadn't taken two steps when someone grabbed my shoulder again.
Zhuang Mowen turned her body to the other side, and said with an unconcealable smile: "This way."
Sanfu: "..."
There were not many people passing by where he parked his car.
Sang Fu was about to open the car door when she suddenly heard Zhuang Mowen, who had been silent all the way, calling her from behind.
There was no one here, so she relaxed a lot. She turned her head to look at him, and suddenly someone grabbed her waist.
His breathing was slightly stagnant. He brought her in front of him, but then pressed the tip of her shoe to make her take a half step back. Sangfu's back was pressed against the car door, and the next moment, the man's warm kiss fell on her.
The two of them fell into the shadow cast by the car body. He was dressed in black, with broad shoulders, which completely covered her figure. Passersby could not see that there was Sangfu in his arms.
Sang Fu leaned back. He actually kissed her lightly, not deeply, but just the rubbing of their lips made her feel a little dazed. He finally gave her a chance to breathe, and Sang Fu held onto his chest, "Someone."
"No one." He said softly, pulling her hand away.
"It will happen." Sang Fu still insisted on her point of view, and even turned her face away slightly.
Zhuang Mowen looked at her for two seconds: "Okay."
Hearing his compromise, Sang Fu was about to stand up, but the moment he finished speaking, Zhuang Mowen leaned down again without warning and kissed her.
“……!”
He slightly tightened his arm around her waist, and Sanfu took two steps towards him.
At the same time, the car door behind him opened, and before Sangfu could react, he pushed her steadily into the passenger seat.
So, is this the kind of compromise?
She felt dizzy.
He kissed her cheeks and ears, found the red mole on the side of her neck, and kissed it gently with his eyes lowered.
The hot breath fell on her neck, and under the skin there was her wildly beating pulse. Sangfu was caught off guard and felt very itchy, but she couldn't hide away.
His lips pressed against hers, and when he spoke, his hoarse voice rang out, leaving traces in her heart.
"Sangfu," he whispered, "no matter what happens, you still have me."
The surroundings were so quiet that only the sounds of their breathing could be heard, alternating between their ears.
Sang Fu didn't say anything. She had thought a lot, but she felt that it was unnecessary to think so much. As for Zhuang Mowen, she could do it without hesitation.
So she nodded.
"good."
…
End of March.
The internet-famous restaurant has a stylish decoration with bright colors and a youthful overall style. When you walk in, you will see seasonal flowers everywhere, colorful and in line with current trends and aesthetics.
Sanfu arrived early and went to wait at an empty table upstairs.
The waiter asked her what she wanted.
"A glass of lemonade will be fine." She wanted to wait for Junjun and Sheng Weiyao to arrive before ordering anything else.
While waiting, she posted a newly written short article on Weibo, hoping to interact and chat with readers.
The previous book has been finished, and Sangfu hasn’t actually thought about what to write for the new book, but she can’t stop either. She has to write something frequently when she’s free so that she doesn’t lose her touch.
She wrote these short essays purely for practice, just to keep up the feel for it. Occasionally, she would write some non-story-based essays, and she didn't expect them to spark discussion.
Because the update frequency is not high, there are usually many readers in this comment section who share their daily interesting stories with her.
After posting, Sang Fu waited for a while and saw a large number of comments gradually pouring into the comment section. She clicked in and was about to take a look at the pictures of their daily lives, but found that the hot comments were somewhat different from what she had imagined.
[Delicious... The emotional flow of both articles this month is incredible.]
[I've known my wife is a great student. Is this the so-called "top student" tactic of tackling a sea of exams? Her progress is incredibly obvious, isn't it?]
[Am I the only one who thinks something's up with the wife... The previous dialogue and details were written like robots in love, but now she suddenly feels alive, and the male lead even has a surprise planned. Needless to say, it's rare to find a sense of life in a romance novel.]
Sanfu: "..."
Is this a compliment to her?
She clicked on the long picture she had posted.
During the writing process, Sang Fu did not design it deliberately. For this kind of short essay, she usually wrote it down smoothly. After checking that there were no typos or grammatical errors, she basically would not revise it.
If readers hadn't pointed it out, Sanfu wouldn't have realized that she had made any progress.
Has it really changed?
She wasn't sure if it was because she wrote too much or for some other reason.
A qualified author must have a rich imagination and an understanding of life. Imagination makes the story grand, while the understanding of life makes the story realistic.
In the field of love, what Sangfu has always lacked is the second point.
But before I knew it, this gap seemed to have been filled.
"bite."
Sangfu was just about to pick a few comments to reply to when she suddenly received a new message.
After seeing the name clearly, she paused and clicked on it almost without thinking.
Zhuang Mowen: [We've arrived in Yicheng.]
Zhuang Mowen: [Location Information]
Zhuang Mowen: [I will be staying here for the time being.]
Sang Fu clicked on the location information and took a look.
It is positioned as a local five-star hotel.
In just a moment, Zhuang Mowen also sent the house number.
Due to work needs, Zhuang Mowen has to be on a business trip in Yicheng for several days.
Last night, they went out for a walk with the dog, and on the way back, she received a last-minute notice. Sang Fu didn't remember what he explained, but she knew that after finishing classes at Jia University at noon today, Zhuang Mowen had to leave Lincheng without stopping.
Sang Fu originally wanted to see him off, but Zhuang Mowen felt that the trip back and forth was too tiring, so he refused.
She didn't insist: "Oh, oh, okay."
Chuyi was walking in front, Zhuang Mowen was holding the rope and walking slowly, the long rope was stretched a little straight.
"That's it?"
Sang Fu shifted her eyes away from Chu Yi's twisting butt and turned to look at Zhuang Mowen.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast an orange-gold glow on his hair. He was tall and gentle, with deep eyebrows and eyes. When he stared at her, there was a faint emotion flowing in his eyes.
Being looked at like this, Sangfu felt that she should say something more.
What to say?
Her gaze shifted, then drifted back, wavering.
Zhuang Mowen didn't move, but kept staring at her with a smile in his eyes.
"Then," Sangfu paused and cleared her throat, "then remember to tell me when you get to Yicheng."
"What else?"
Having said that, the rest of the conversation was no longer difficult to say. Sangfu said, "Tell me when you come back."
Zhuang Mowen didn't expect her to say anything. With a faint smile on his face, he answered seriously, "Okay, I will."
Sangfu thought that she only asked him to tell her when he arrived, and it seemed that she did not ask him to tell her the hotel and the house number.
She wouldn't go to Yicheng to find him.
Although she thought so, Sanfu couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled softly when she saw the series of messages.
[Uh-huh. ]
After replying to this message, the waiter brought the lemonade.
The drink had a sweet and sour taste. She bit the straw and clicked on the calendar.
His fingertips poked and dotted the date.
Zhuang Mowen seemed to say he would be gone for four days.
Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.
That means I won’t be back until the day after tomorrow…wait.
What was she thinking about? Why was she suddenly counting dates?
Sang Fu suddenly came to her senses, turned off her phone, put it on the table, and took a big sip of lemonade.
After drinking half a cup of wine, her cell phone vibrated. Sang Fu thought it was a message from Junjun and Sheng Weiyao, but when she opened it, she saw that it was from the publishing house.
She paused.
It said: [Ms. Sang, the proofreading work is almost finished. We will mail you the finished sample book as soon as possible.]
…
After the party, Sang Fu sent Junjun and Sheng Weiyao back to their respective residences.
She forced herself to concentrate on driving until she returned to Jinyuan, then she allowed herself to empty her mind.
Chuyi came over to lick her. Sangfu opened the cabinet to add food to it, squatted down and hugged her legs to watch it eat. Chuyi's nose wrinkled when he ate, which was very cute.
Sang Fu touched its warm ears and murmured anxiously, "Chuyi, do you think I should tell him?"
If it weren't for today's news, Sangfu would have almost forgotten the agreements and contracts they made before getting married.
During the process of writing the new book, Sang Fu would let Zhuang Mowen know every step of the way, and they would divorce once everything on both sides was settled.
Until now, the contract was like a thorn stuck in her throat. It wasn't heart-wrenching, but it was hard to ignore every minute and every second.
When Chuyi was almost done eating, Sang Fu still chose to take out her cell phone, clicked on Zhuang Mowen's chat interface, and told him everything about the progress of the new book.
No matter what the situation is now, Sanfu wants to keep her promise and not hide anything.
She thought Zhuang Mowen would at least reply to her message after he finished his work in the evening, but Sang Fu waited until the next morning and her phone was still silent.
Sang Fu took Chuyi for a walk. She checked her phone more than a dozen times along the way, and countless news items popped up. She finally confirmed that it was not because of the Internet speed, but because he did not reply.
Worried that he was busy, Sang Fu waited for another half day until noon. After eating, she thought about it and decided to call Zhuang Mowen.
She sat on the sofa, feeling inexplicably nervous.
Soon, a mechanical female voice came from the other end, indicating that no one answered.
The other side.
Siming held the scalding phone in his hand and looked at the man lying in the ward being examined by the doctor: "Hello, you really don't want to answer?"
"Am I speaking normally now? I sound weak." Zhuang Mowen's face turned pale. "Just send her a message back."
Siming asked the doctor: "How is it? Did you hurt your head?"
The doctor showed the various X-rays and said, "It looks like there's nothing wrong with him, but he's suffered a huge shock after all. He should be hospitalized for a few more days for observation."
Siming looked disappointed. "I thought I was finally smarter than you."
Zhuang Mowen said, "You're overthinking it. Even if I lose my memory, my IQ won't drop to your level."
The doctor specifically told him not to use electronic devices, fearing it would affect his recovery. Siming turned off his phone and said, "Okay, Professor Zhuang. But I won't handle the message for you. You should rest well and use your smart brain to think about how to explain it to her."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
After Siming finished speaking, he strode out of the ward.
He has other things to do on the crew and can't stay in the hospital all the time.
It was also a coincidence that he happened to be busy in Yicheng recently. He received a call from the hospital yesterday evening and learned that Zhuang Mowen's car had been in an accident.
He drove over without even eating and stayed there all night. It was not until noon today that Zhuang Mowen woke up from his coma. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured.
Still want him to help you lie?
Siming walked downstairs with his hands on his hips, frowned and thought for a moment, then took out his cell phone and resolutely sent a message to Sang Fu.
[Zhuang Mowen was in a car accident.]
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The author has something to say: Officially opening the mature mulberries~
Let me share a joke with you. A man went downstairs to throw away the garbage in the morning, and threw the key chain hanging on his hand into the garbage truck together with the garbage. He only found it when he got home from get off work.
This person is me ^O^ (I have found the spare key) Don’t be as confused as me [burst into tears] I want to go through the garbage, the garbage truck has been replaced several times
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