Chapter 7: Raw Mulberries "The temperature has dropped. Bring her some clothes when you get home. ...
There was really nothing she could do. Sang Fu met Sheng Weiyao's mischievous smile, made a gesture of silence helplessly, and then answered the phone.
Compared to the noisy environment on her side, Zhuang Mowen's side seemed much quieter. "Have you boarded the plane?"
Sang Fu lowered her eyes to glance at the watch on her wrist, "Not yet, but it will be soon."
"Okay, remember to report safety when you arrive at your destination."
"Yeah, okay."
Having said this, they tacitly agreed not to talk any more and said "goodbye" to each other to end the call.
Looking up, Sheng Weiyao, who had heard the entire thing, stood up straight with her arms folded and sighed, "What a sweet and affectionate thing! Professor Zhuang really knows how to care for others."
Sang Fu also sighed softly. She put away her phone and slowly put her hands on her hips: "Wei Yao..."
"Alright!" Before she could finish, Sheng Weiyao immediately cut her losses and pulled her towards the boarding gate, firmly assuring her, "I know jokes shouldn't be made carelessly. This is a far cry from Professor Zhuang. Don't worry, I won't say a single word... no, not even half a word!"
Two hours later, the two landed safely at their destination.
They didn't have breakfast in the morning in order to catch the flight. After getting off the plane, Sang Fu and Sheng Weiyao found a nearby restaurant in the airport. After ordering the food, they had some free time to send messages to their families to report their safety.
Sang Fu sent Jin Qiong her location and was about to quit WeChat, but the next moment she suddenly remembered the call from Zhuang Mowen before boarding the plane.
She paused, scrolled down a few pages, passed the densely packed public accounts and group chats, and clicked into Zhuang Mowen's chat box.
Sanfu: [I'm here.]
He was probably busy, and there was no response after sending the message. It was not until Sang Fu and Sheng Weiyao finished their meal leisurely and were about to pay the bill and leave that Sang Fu's phone in her bag began to vibrate briefly and dully.
When I clicked on it, it was indeed Zhuang Mowen.
He replied with a concise "OK".
There are seven days of National Day holiday, and they planned a five-day and four-night trip. As for the remaining two days of holiday, Sheng Weiyao said she wanted to go home and lie down, under the pretext of recuperating.
On their last day in the area, the couple took time to pick out gifts for their families. On their way back from shopping, they passed a pet supplies store. Sheng Weiyao pulled her in and said, "Xiaoguai hasn't been able to come play with me these past few days. He must be missing me terribly. I'll bring him some toys from here to comfort him."
Xiaoguai was originally a stray cat that Sangfu picked up near her home half a year ago.
It was early spring, the temperature was still very low, and it was raining. When she found the poor little cat, it was covered in bugs and diseases, and was emaciated. As she rushed it to the hospital, Sangfu's heart raced, fearing it might pass away so quietly.
Jin Qiong and Sang Cheng have always been strongly opposed to keeping any pets at home. Sang Fu also tentatively mentioned Xiaoguai that time, but as expected, it was not accepted.
After taking care of Xiaoguai and ensuring he was discharged from the hospital, Sang Fu could not find another suitable adoptive parent. At that time, Sheng Weiyao would occasionally go to the hospital with her to visit Xiaoguai. Gradually, they developed feelings for him and she simply took him back to her rental house and provided him with good food and drink.
Sheng Weiyao picked and chose and bought two small electric toys for Xiaoguai that he had never played with before.
Xiaoguai has gained a lot of weight now, and can no longer wear the small clothes that Sangfu used to give her. She picked up a few large-sized bibs from the shelf and was about to take them to the checkout when she turned her head and caught a glimpse of the sign for the puppy area next to her.
"Let's go." Sheng Weiyao just thought Sang Fu wanted to buy more things for Xiaoguai. "Buy less. The cat food and snacks you gave me last month haven't been finished yet. Xiaoguai needs to lose weight no matter how heavy he is..."
"Wait a minute." said Sanfu.
She walked quickly into the puppy specialty section.
Cats and dogs are different after all. There were so many little gadgets hanging around. After looking around, she didn't quite understand what they were, so she had to politely ask the staff nearby.
"Hello, what kind of toys do Samoyeds generally like? Could you please help me choose a few?"
The staff responsibly asked Sangfu about the puppy's situation, such as age, personality, usual toy preferences, etc.
Apart from her personality, which Sanfu described as "enthusiastic and cheerful," she spent most of her time shaking her head.
"have no idea."
"I'm not sure."
…
Sheng Weiyao, noticing the commotion, moved over to her side and asked in surprise, "When did you get a dog? Aren't you afraid of dogs?"
The staff put the selected toys into a handbag. Sang Fu thanked them and took it, saying, "It's not my dog, it's Professor Zhuang's dog."
Sheng Weiyao: "?"
After finally returning to the hotel with a lot of bags, Sheng Weiyao was exhausted and out of breath.
"You mean, you couldn't even touch that dog, but now you bought it a gift?"
Sang Fu squatted on the floor to pack her suitcase as she was about to catch her flight back in the afternoon. She thought for a moment, "But I brought gifts for Professor Zhuang and Aunt Zhao, but not for Chuyi. He'll be sad then. Aren't dogs said to be very smart?"
And Chuyi never hurt her, never even screamed.
Maybe it noticed in the past two days that Sangfu didn't dare to approach it. On the day she left for the airport, she went downstairs and met Chuyi. It even sat obediently at a distance from Sangfu, just staring at her but not moving forward.
Sheng Weiyao rested on the sofa for two minutes and then started moving immediately.
"Whatever," she muttered softly, "Anyway, you're nice to everyone, even dogs."
…
Lincheng.
"Did you really get married to that girl?" Siming nearly spit out the water in his mouth. He stared at the nonchalant man in front of him in disbelief. "Have you been driven crazy by all these years of experiments and research?"
Zhuang Mowen said calmly, "It's a done deal. There's no point in saying this."
"It had nothing to do with me before Cheng Zhou's death," Siming held his forehead, trying to digest the matter. "I haven't been back to Lincheng for a long time. As soon as I came back to develop, I wanted to treat you to a meal, but you gave me such a big surprise. I remember that my fellow apprentices were all guessing that you might be single for the rest of your life. I didn't expect... No, Zhuang Mowen."
He looked up, as if waking from a dream: "Does this mean that you want to collect my share first???"
"It's still early for the wedding," Zhuang Mowen picked up the water glass and drank it slowly. He paused and changed his tone, "But it's indeed time to prepare."
Siming: “…”
This mouth of his really makes people so angry that they don’t even know what they are angry about.
"You said you were foolish, you've been as still as a mountain for so many years, and now you're rushing into marriage just for your grandfather. I won't say anything else, Zhuang Mowen, have you ever considered that girl's feelings?" Siming had already imagined a heartbreaking drama of falling in love with someone, "What if she likes you?"
Zhuang Mowen explained: "She was the one who suggested the fake marriage."
"...Wow." Siming wanted to applaud, but was afraid of affecting the dining experience of other tables, so he just gave a thumbs up.
"Then you two are truly birds of a feather, a perfect match."
"What do you mean by birds of a feather?" Zhuang Mowen's eyebrows twitched slightly. He was about to correct Siming's inappropriate words, but the phone on the dining table suddenly vibrated, interrupting the rest of his words.
Zhuang Mowen's eyes moved slightly and fell on the phone next to him.
The screen lit up with a new message, and the name of the sender came into view. He clicked on the pop-up chat window.
Sang Fu: [Professor Zhuang, I'm on the plane. I'll be in Lincheng in about two hours.]
Siming said, "Who is it? About school?"
Zhuang Mowen ignored him and edited the message "OK" and sent it over.
Siming leaned back in his chair and said nonsense, "Oh, wife."
Zhuang Mowen glanced at the weather outside the window, then quickly picked up his coat from the back of the chair and stood up: "You guessed right."
Siming said smugly: "I knew it... Hey, why are you going there?"
"She'll get off the plane in two hours." Zhuang Mowen said.
Siming was even more confused: "She still has two hours to get off the plane, why are you in such a hurry now?"
"The temperature has dropped. Bring her some clothes when you get home."
During the conversation, Zhuang Mowen had already put on his coat. He straightened his collar and glanced at the barely touched food on the table. "This meal is on me."
He forgets his friends when he sees a beautiful woman, but he still has some self-awareness.
"Okay." Siming chose to accept it and called the waiter. Before Zhuang Mowen went to pay the bill, he ordered another serving of bolus without hesitation.
…
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Sang Fu and Sheng Weiyao arrived at the local airport.
Before taking off, Sang Fu sent a message to her parents and Zhuang Mowen as usual.
Last time at Lincheng Airport, she sent the departure time to Jin Qiong but not to Zhuang Mowen, so he called her. Sang Fu thought she should have informed him.
After all, the airplane food wasn't tasty, and she still had to go back for dinner.
After Fang sent the message, the broadcast in the cabin announced that the plane was about to take off. Sang Fu turned her phone to flight mode. The plane rose steadily. She leaned against the window and closed her eyes to rest.
By the time we successfully landed at Lincheng Airport, it was already past six o'clock. The sky was gray-blue and the outline of the moon was faintly visible.
Airports and train stations are especially bustling during statutory holidays. After collecting their luggage and squeezing through the crowded hall for a while, they finally exited the airport, feeling a sense of rebirth.
"Oh my god, I'm so exhausted from this trip," Sheng Weiyao said, feeling as if half her life was left in the surging crowd, she had lost all her energy. "I won't choose this time to go out next time."
Sangfu smiled: "Let's go."
She was about to turn around, but suddenly she heard someone calling her name. There were still people coming and going outside the airport, and the noise was so loud that she couldn't hear clearly.
But even if they had the same name, it was normal. After an instinctive pause, she didn't think too much about it.
Until Sheng Weiyao stopped moving at some point and tugged at the corner of her clothes.
"Xiao Fu."
"Um?"
Sang Fu lowered her head and fiddled with her mobile phone. She hadn't noticed that her phone was running out of battery when she was on the plane. Now it was turned off and couldn't be turned on.
Sheng Weiyao stopped tugging at her clothes. Two seconds later, Sang Fu heard her nervously and stutteringly shout, "Professor Zhuang."
“…”
"Hello."
It was Zhuang Mowen's voice.
Sang Fu raised her head, and Zhuang Mowen stopped about one meter in front of the two of them, which was a suitable and non-offensive social distance.
Through their contact over the past few days, Sang Fu discovered that Zhuang Mowen's private attire was actually quite casual. Today, the temperature in Lincheng suddenly changed, dropping by several degrees. He was wearing a leather jacket, and his gentle and elegant temperament was outlined by the gray-blue sky, making him look a bit lazy and casual.
Their eyes met, and Sang Fu didn't know whether she should follow Sheng Weiyao and call him Professor Zhuang.
Hesitantly, she silently discarded the name and asked, "Why are you here?"
Sheng Weiyao uttered a soft "Aiya" and whispered in her ear, "Are you stupid? He doesn't have any luggage in his hands. He must be here to pick you up."
Tired of turning her head, Sang Fu simply turned around, with her back to Zhuang Mowen, and she and Sheng Weiyao leaned against each other and muttered, "But I drove here."
"Don't worry about it, just give me your car keys."
"ah?"
Before Sang Fu could move, Sheng Weiyao impatiently snatched the car keys from her pocket and raised her voice: "Thank you, honey. I'll drive your car back and bring it back for you next time."
Sanfu: "..."
Sheng Weiyao floated away from Sang Fu like a gust of wind.
She turned around and could only look Zhuang Mowen in the eye.
"you……"
Following Sheng Weiyao's fierce operation, Sang Fu felt like she had missed something.
She finally remembered to ask him: "Are you here to pick me up?"
If not, I wonder if she can still catch up with Sheng Weiyao now.
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Love comes slowly~
The red envelopes in this chapter are randomly dropped. Please support Xiao Fu and Professor Zhuang! [Breaking into tears] Please collect more.
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