Chapter 72 Ripe Mulberries She doesn’t feel pain, but he does.
After the heavy rain that day, Lincheng was sunny for many days in a row, and it was sunny and comfortable until Saturday morning.
Because the old man was afraid that his hearing was not very good and he would not be able to hear them knocking on the door. In addition, for safety reasons, Zhuang Mowen and his family knew the door lock password and other things.
Every time he knocked twice on the door and no one answered, he would open it himself.
Sang Fu stood quietly by. Zhuang Mowen always scanned people's faces every time he came. This time, she waited for a while, but the door didn't open. She was wondering when Zhuang Mowen suddenly reached out and pulled her over.
"Please write down the password."
Sanfu: "Password?"
"Well," he said, "Grandpa and grandma are old, and everyone in the family knows this code. You can come over here and get in on your own."
Sang Fu watched him punch in the password without hesitation. He had made it clear that only family members knew it, so he told her the password now...
She pursed her lips, feeling a surge of warmth at being valued, but then something else occurred to her. "Will Grandpa and Grandma agree? After all, it's their house."
"They're so happy, have you forgotten how much they liked you when they first saw you?"
The door opened with a beep, and Zhuang Mowen smiled and said, "It's okay if you can't remember it. I'll edit it and send it to you later. We'll record the fingerprints and face later, before we leave. Let's go in now."
After entering the door, they put down their things and went to find Rong Qingqiu.
Having greeted them in advance, Rong Qingqiu had been busy in the kitchen all morning, so she was not scared when she saw them, but rather remained calm.
When she turned around and saw Zhuang Mowen walking in, the old lady paused and turned her head away coldly.
Zhuang Mowen pretended not to see it, "Grandma, we are here."
The old lady snorted as she washed the vegetables.
Sangfu was unaware of anything behind him, and even her figure was completely blocked by him. After a few seconds, she leaned out from behind him and called out politely, "Hello, Grandma."
"Hey." Rong Qingqiu immediately turned off the faucet, and like a changed man, he walked over with a smile and pulled Sang Fu. "Xiao Fu is here. It's been a long time since we last met. There's some fruit on the table for you. Come and have some."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
Sangfu said, "Grandma, let's eat later. Let's cook today. You can take a rest first."
Rong Qingqiu said, "It's not like you come here every day, so I can do it."
Rong Qingqiu is a good cook and can make all kinds of dishes. She also likes to tinker with food.
But she didn't do it every day before. She and Lin Guanghua worked together all day long. Now that Lin Guanghua is paralyzed, he needs a live-in caregiver to take care of him every day, and he has never cooked in the kitchen again.
Zhuang Mowen held the old lady's shoulders and said, "Grandma, let's do it. You go and accompany grandpa first. Shouldn't he go out for a walk now?"
Rong Qingqiu's tone turned cold without any expression: "Why does he need me to accompany him? He doesn't even need me to take care of him. In my opinion, I should live separately from him so that we can't get in each other's way."
Sang Fu was startled by her words. Before she could figure out how things had suddenly become so serious, Zhuang Mowen coaxed her with a few words and sent Rong Qingqiu out of the kitchen.
When he turned around and came back with the vegetables he had just bought downstairs, he saw Sang Fu still standing there. Zhuang Mowen smiled and put the vegetables on the counter. While tying his apron, he looked at her and said, "What about you?"
Sanfu: "Me?"
He said "hmm" casually, "Are you going to accompany Grandpa, or to accompany me?"
Sangfu met his gaze and paused for two seconds.
"I'll accompany you."
In contrast, grandpa had someone to accompany him.
She walked over, but after a few steps she froze again: "That's not right."
Zhuang Mowen looked at her.
Sang Fu: "I was supposed to stay and cook. Didn't we agree on that downstairs?"
Zhuang Mowen took down another apron and tied it around her waist naturally. He tied it with his eyes downcast, but did not deny it: "It's a deal."
She turned back: "Then you still..."
He smiled, the word "intentional" almost written on his face: "Well, I'm just asking."
Sanfu: "..."
She simply stopped talking and lowered her head to take out the ingredients she was going to use one by one. But thinking about what happened just now, Sang Fu couldn't help but become the one who broke the silence: "Do you think that grandma seems a little strange to you?"
She lowered her voice, but fortunately Zhuang Mowen was standing next to her and could hear it clearly.
Sang Fu's words were rather euphemistic. Zhuang Mowen said, "He was quite fierce towards me."
"..." Sang Fu didn't dwell on this description, because she felt that he was quite sharp. "Why?"
Moreover, it seemed that he was only mean to him, but remained the same as always towards her. She could see that there was no pretense involved, which meant that Rong Qingqiu was not in a bad mood. If he was in a bad mood, he would be annoyed by everyone he saw.
Zhuang Mowen said, "Do you remember that one time before, she called you over to have dinner alone, and then we went together."
She nodded.
"Remember."
I still remember that time she thought the matter was exposed and she was very unsure when she went there.
"She noticed that the atmosphere between us was not right. She probably thought that my character was flawed and that I had let you down, so she hasn't paid much attention to me in the past few months."
Rong Qingqiu was not in a position to meddle in the affairs of young people, but from her perspective, it was probably that her grandson, whom she had always been proud of, got married, but his new wife had no feelings for him.
Even if they met through a blind date, they should have liked each other at first sight and be attracted to each other in order to get married so quickly.
There is another premise. Zhuang Mowen was forced by Lin Guanghua to go on a blind date. Who wouldn't think too much about this situation?
In other words, there was no sign of Sang Fu being forced. Rong Qingqiu probably guessed about 70% of it, so he didn't say anything.
Sanfu never knew what happened in the second half: "Ah, is that so?"
It’s not that they haven’t visited Lin Guanghua in the past few months, but she did remember that after coming to have dinner that day, the next time she went to see Lin Guanghua, Rong Qingqiu was not there.
I didn't see him much the next few times I went there. He either said he was shopping with friends or busy with other things. Anyway, it just happened to be that day.
"It's not entirely because of this, don't worry." Zhuang Mowen speculated for a while, "She must be angry with me and grandpa for hiring a caregiver."
Rong Qingqiu and Lin Guanghua are both people who can't sit still. As early as a few years ago, before Lin Guanghua got into trouble, Zhuang Mowen had suggested hiring a nanny for them.
Just like Aunt Zhao, coming to the house every day to cook and clean a little can save the elderly a lot of trouble.
As expected, the proposal was rejected. They said that cooking and cleaning were not difficult at all, and it was not that they were afraid of spending money, but they just felt uncomfortable having another person at home.
However, after Lin Guanghua became paralyzed, some of his ideas changed. After returning home, he and Lin Guanghua jointly arranged a live-in caregiver for him.
He didn't want to hire a nurse, but in comparison, he didn't want to make Qingqiu suffer even more.
The old couple has a really good relationship and has supported each other for most of their lives. Lin Guanghua doesn't want Rong Qingqiu, who is so old and has finally settled down in his life and is at the age to enjoy his old age, to be busy serving him.
Rong Qingqiu disagreed, so when the caregiver first arrived, the old lady got angry and didn't go home for a week. She stayed at an old friend's house in the same community every day to play mahjong.
In the end, Lin Guanghua asked the nurse to call her and said that he had pain in his chest, head and everywhere. Rong Qingqiu, who had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, asked him how could the pain not kill him, and she secretly came back that night.
After hearing this, Sang Fu said softly, "Grandma and Grandpa really love each other and have always been together."
True friendship is revealed in times of adversity. This is true. Many sufferings require love and can only be overcome by love.
Zhuang Mowen said, "We will too."
We will always love each other and grow old together.
"Yeah." said Sanfu.
…
When they finished their meal, Lin Guanghua and the other two were just coming back from a walk. He was in much better spirits. The nurse sent him back and went downstairs by himself in order not to disturb the family's meal.
Rong Qingqiu pushed him in, muttering something.
Soon, the four of them sat together. Rong Qingqiu went out for a while, and his anger subsided a little. He said, "It's just right. It's been a long time since I last ate your cooking."
Lin Guanghua said: "Mo Wen's skills were cultivated by the two of us, so they are not bad."
Zhuang Mowen filled two small bowls with soup and placed them in front of the two elders, saying, "This soup was specially made by Xiaofu. Please try it."
The two elders were very supportive of her and expressed their surprise. Lin Guanghua even picked up the bowl and took a sip. "It's delicious, fresh and not greasy. I'll have another bowl later."
Rong Qingqiu also nodded: "It's really good, girl. Last time you lied to me that your cooking skills were not good, but how can this be bad? How is the taste different from those made by the great chefs out there?"
Sangfu's face became a little hot due to the praise. It was really exaggerated and she liked to praise him so much.
She suddenly admired Zhuang Mowen very much. Living in such a family since childhood, it was easy to be full of heart, but it was difficult to remain humble and not become arrogant.
"I only know how to make soup," she said honestly, "and I've been making this soup at home all week just to make it today."
Although the amount was not much each time, I couldn't drink it continuously. No matter how delicious it was, I would vomit if I drank it continuously. In the end, I could only give it to my neighbors and Aunt Zhao, and distribute it everywhere.
Lin Guanghua laughed: "You girl..."
He is very straightforward and never tells lies, which makes people like him.
The meal was quite warm. After a while, Lin Guanghua asked again, "Have you set a date for your wedding?"
Rong Qingqiu also looked over.
Zhuang Mowen replied: "Not yet."
After looking at it for a few days, he was still not satisfied.
Lin Guanghua said, "It's been so long since we've gotten married, it's time to finalize it. Don't worry about whether I can go or not. We can't delay this any longer."
Seeing that Lin Guanghua was blaming himself, as if he thought it was because of him that the wedding was slow, Sang Fu quickly interrupted, "Grandpa, I'm not in a hurry. There's no delay at all."
Moreover, the fact that the wedding was not held in the first place was closely related to the two of them. If they were both in a hurry to hold the wedding, it would not have been delayed until this time.
Lin Guanghua sighed, but didn't say anything else.
There is a new dishwasher in the kitchen, which was also bought by Zhuang Mowen for the two elders, hoping that Rong Qingqiu would have to work less.
After the two of them finished their meal, they put their bowls in. Zhuang Mowen cleaned up the kitchen and packed up the kitchen waste, intending to take it down with him when he left.
At this moment, Sangfu suddenly cried out softly.
Zhuang Mowen turned his head and saw her pinching her fingers. He strode over and asked, "What's wrong?"
She didn't really want to show him, or maybe it was just a subconscious reaction. Before she answered, she quietly hid behind him. Zhuang Mowen looked at her reaction, pulled her hand out from behind her, and said softly, "Let me see."
Under the light, her hands were slender and white. She must have clenched her hands just now, and blood was smeared everywhere.
He turned her hand over and looked, and saw a cut about one centimeter long on the palm side below her little finger. He didn't know how deep it was, but he could see fresh blood still oozing out.
"It's okay. I was just cleaning something else and didn't pay attention, so I got scratched by the knife."
Only when Sangfu saw his brows slowly furrowed did she remember to explain.
"I'm not afraid of pain," she said, as if to comfort him, "and this doesn't hurt either."
Zhuang Mowen didn't know what to say, but he had no time to go back for the time being, and the most urgent thing was her injury.
He pulled her out first and ran into Rong Qingqiu head-on.
"Grandma, where is the medicine box at home?"
Rong Qingqiu saw their clasped hands. Because they had been holding hands, the blood on her hand also rubbed onto his hand. Rong Qingqiu couldn't tell who was hurt for a moment, "Who is hurt?"
Sanfu raised her other hand and continued, "It's me, grandma."
Rong Qingqiu had been a military doctor for many years, so she naturally kept a medicine box at home. She first looked at Sang Fu's wound and estimated that it was not serious, just a superficial wound. "Stop the bleeding first."
Zhuang Mowen took the medicine box, skillfully opened a piece of clean gauze, pressed it on her, and then took a wet tissue from the coffee table and carefully wiped off the blood stains on her palms and fingers.
"It's on your hands too," she said. "I'll press it myself, you wipe it off."
Zhuang Mowen agreed and let her go.
He wiped his hands and the bleeding almost stopped. Afraid of pulling her wound, he gently lifted the gauze and applied iodine to the surface of the wound.
The bleeding stopped. Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyelashes as he disinfected her. He recalled what she had said in the kitchen, "Why are you screaming if it doesn't hurt?"
Sanfu paused and whispered, "I didn't scream because it hurt. I screamed because I was suddenly scratched and I was scared."
He was speechless for a moment.
After applying the blood and putting on a Band-Aid, Zhuang Mowen threw the bloody gauze and cotton swab into the trash can.
Rong Qingqiu's medicine box was filled with good medicine. Just in case, Zhuang Mowen took out a scar removal medicine from the medicine box and said, "Be more careful next time."
She doesn't feel pain, but he does.
…
With nothing to do on Saturday, they stayed until dinner was over and then accompanied Lin Guanghua downstairs for a walk.
Before leaving, Sang Fu suddenly said to Rong Qingqiu, "Grandma, I haven't seen you for a long time. I want to talk to you."
Rong Qingqiu was startled, and turned to look at Zhuang Mowen. Zhuang Mowen didn't know what Sang Fu was going to say, but he followed her and said, "Then I'll send Grandpa up first, you two can chat."
When Zhuang Mowen and Lin Guanghua gradually disappeared from sight, Rong Qingqiu asked, "Girl, what do you want to say?"
"Thank you for being so kind to me," said Sanfu. "My grandmother died early, and you are like my own grandmother."
Even if we didn't meet, we would often exchange messages and she would often send me Chinese medicine for conditioning the body - but she kept these carefully and preserved them, and until now she hasn't had the courage to open them.
Rong Qingqiu said in a gentle tone: "What's the big deal, silly child."
Everyone in their family is an only child. Lin Ling has no brothers or sisters, and neither does Zhuang Mowen, so Rong Qingqiu has no granddaughter either.
Sang Fu is an old acquaintance of theirs. Rong Qingqiu fell in love with her from the first moment they met. Even if they didn't have this relationship, Rong Qingqiu would still treat her as his own granddaughter.
Walking in the community, it is very quiet.
It was dark at night, and the street lights illuminated the road beneath our feet.
Sangfu was silent for a long time. "So, I want to confess to you."
"What?"
Sanfu said, "The relationship between him and me was indeed fake at the beginning. You should have seen that a long time ago. I wanted to deal with my parents, and he wanted to make grandpa feel at ease."
"But during the blind date, from beginning to end, he never mentioned wanting me to marry him. He never considered settling. He said he wasn't right for me and wasn't ready to develop a relationship. It was me who came up with the idea of a fake marriage."
She spoke slowly, and the blockage in her heart began to melt away, becoming unobstructed and comfortable.
Rong Qingqiu didn't know what she was thinking. She remained silent and didn't interrupt. Sang Fu, feeling guilty, didn't dare look at her. She stared at the ground, wanting to finish what she wanted to say in one breath.
"Even after we got married, he never crossed the line and treated me with unwavering care. So, he has always been a very good person. Grandma, he hasn't changed. It was my fault. Please don't be angry with him."
Rong Qingqiu felt amused. This guy remained silent, yet someone pleaded for him?
He stopped, turned around and asked her, "So are you guys serious now?"
"Really." Sangfu said seriously.
In the dark, Rong Qingqiu curled his lips, "Alright, then this is a blessing in disguise, isn't it? I trust Mo Wen's character. He won't do anything he shouldn't do, so I didn't interfere in your affairs."
"Besides, even if you didn't tell me today, I would have noticed it."
Sang Fu was slightly stunned, a little confused: "How did you see it again?"
Rong Qingqiu smiled and gave her a look. Sang Fu followed her gaze and saw her injured hand.
There was a Band-Aid on it, not the first one, but the one that Zhuang Mowen had changed in the afternoon.
"He felt sorry for you. It was such a small wound, but he changed the Band-Aid twice in half a day."
Rong Qingqiu said.
"If you like someone, you will feel sorry for her."
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