Chapter 9: Raw Mulberries "Holding hands, do you mind?"
"If you really resist, it doesn't matter." Zhuang Mowen saw the hesitation and indecision in her eyes. He lowered his eyes and chuckled, rubbing Chuyi's head, "But I'm afraid Chuyi will be sad."
"Will it?"
She had clearly said the same thing to Sheng Weiyao before. The puppy was very smart and should be able to do it.
Besides, she will be living here for a long time, and it is better to get along well with Chuyi than to always be wary of him.
Sangfu finally took a few steps closer, squatted down and stretched out her hand.
Her fingertips first touched the fluffy soft hair on its head, which was like a well-fermented little bread filled with air. Chuyi made a humming sound and even raised its head to rub against her palm.
Her heart softened.
Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Chuyi suddenly rubbed into Sang Fuwei's arms. His strength was not very strong, but Sang Fu was pushed to sit on the ground. While she was stunned, she felt a wet touch on her cheek.
Sang Fu immediately looked up at Zhuang Mowen, and her dark almond-shaped eyes blinked blankly, full of surprise.
Her head was frozen, and she barely needed to turn it to come to the conclusion: "It's licking me."
Zhuang Mowen was also stunned for a moment, then said with a helpless smile:
"It likes you."
"You brought him new toys and petted him, so he was so happy that he couldn't control himself."
Chuyi was very excited, Sangfu was still a little confused, and Zhuang Mowen was still rational. He was worried that Sangfu had just taken the first step and didn't want all her efforts to go to waste, so he hugged the sturdy Chuyi without saying anything and stopped this overly affectionate scene at the source.
"Okay, Chuyi."
The tone was helpless.
When I stood up again, Sanfu was already standing up.
He asked with concern: "Are you hurt?"
She shook her head and said no, she was basically scared and was half-squatting, so she couldn't stand steadily.
"That's good." Zhuang Mowen paused as his eyes caught the red mark on her cheek, then added, "I'm sorry, it's neither light nor heavy. The more I like you, the more attentive I am."
Sang Fu was born with fair and clean skin, delicate skin and tender flesh, and there were almost no blemishes on her face, so if there were any marks, they would be particularly obvious.
In fact, her cheeks usually have a slight blush, a thin layer as vague as fog. It will only be slightly deeper when she gets up and goes downstairs to have breakfast. It is not eye-catching, but it does make her look naturally beautiful.
Pretty, even a little cold and gentle, but without a trace of charm.
Sangfu pursed her lips and said it was okay.
She didn't react at first, and she was indeed frightened and panicked for a moment, afraid that Chuyi would get angry, but after realizing that it was licking her, she felt at ease.
"It's nothing, I just need to wash it." The sticky saliva was all over the place. Sang Fu was a little bit of a germaphobe, but looking at Chuyi's innocent face, she found it inexplicably funny.
…
The National Day holiday had long ended, and Sangfu had slowly adapted to life in Jinyuan.
She had heard from Aunt Zhao that Zhuang Mowen had a habit of jogging in the mornings and woke up very early. Sang Fu had assumed that their breakfast times would be different and they wouldn't run into each other. However, she wondered if it was because he had some free time during the holidays, and he was deliberately waiting for them. They spent not only mornings but all three meals a day together.
During the weekdays, Sang Fu would basically only see Zhuang Mowen at dinner.
The atmosphere between them was far less heavy and awkward than Sang Fu had initially imagined. Compared to Sang Fu, Zhuang Mowen was quite talkative and had a high emotional intelligence. He would take the initiative to find some appropriate short topics to avoid awkward silences when they were together.
Aunt Zhao was not aware of what happened between Sang Fu and Zhuang Mowen.
Zhuang Mowen would still arrange for a special hourly worker to come and clean the house. Aunt Zhao's main responsibility was to cook, and she only stayed on the first floor, and the room she was assigned was also on the first floor.
But if she has nothing else to do after dinner, she can go back to her home.
After all, it is more comfortable to sleep at home. Aunt Zhao has not stayed overnight in Jinyuan for these days. She usually leaves after cleaning up the kitchen and living room after dinner.
After dinner that day, Aunt Zhao left as usual. For the first time, Sangfu did not go upstairs after finishing her meal, but squatted on the ground to open a can of food for Chuyi.
In fact, it always eats with them on the first day of the new year, but this time it seemed a little hungry. It kept picking through the cans in the cupboard, then turned its head and stared at Sangfu, the only human downstairs.
Not knowing whether it was because she couldn't bear it, or because its gaze made her feel a sense of mission and responsibility, Sang Fu finally went over and opened a small one for it.
Zhuang Mowen came down from upstairs with a leash and saw this scene.
The dog was eating voraciously, and the bewildered girl squatted in front of it, watching it devour the food.
Her black hair was loose and her expression was simple and serious.
The next second, she reached out and gently touched Chuyi's head, as if she was afraid of affecting it.
"No one will be fooled by it now except you."
Sang Fu was still squatting watching Chuyi eat canned food when she suddenly heard Zhuang Mowen's voice behind her, accompanied by a slight sigh.
She was stunned and was about to turn around when a light breeze brushed against her face.
Zhuang Mowen squatted down beside her and flicked Chuyi's forehead with his hand. He said decisively, "You're cheating again."
It was obvious that the force was not strong, and Chuyi only hummed. However, as Zhuang Mowen approached, Sang Fu found that the speed of his licking increased significantly, and the last bite was completed in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, she also understood: "Is it lying to me?"
"But as soon as I took out the can, he started drooling."
It all flowed onto the floor.
"It's greed, not hunger," he explained with a smile.
"It's a common trick," Zhuang Mowen said. "When I was at my parents' house, whenever strangers came over, it would act pitiful and trick them into giving it snacks or opening cans of food."
"And then?"
Zhuang Mowen took out a wet towel and wiped Chuyi's messy mouth.
"Later, I became overweight and my parents didn't have the energy, so they sent me here. I run with me every day to help me lose weight."
"ah."
Sang Fu looked at Chuyi sympathetically.
No wonder she thought Chuyi was bigger at first sight, and thought it was because of his skeleton, but it turned out that he was fat.
Although I was a little surprised, considering its performance just now, it seemed to be expected.
Sang Fu couldn't help but think of the first day she moved to Jinyuan more than half a month ago, when she ran into Zhuang Mowen coming back from walking the dog.
Perhaps it was because he was always calm. Sang Fu hadn't noticed it before, but now that she thought about it, it seemed that every time Zhuang Mowen came home from walking the dog at night, Chuyi would be standing beside him, panting heavily, looking exhausted.
On the first day of the new year, the dog put on the leash. Because of its greed, Zhuang Mowen assigned it the task of running an extra lap.
Sang Fu looked at the confused Chuyi and tilted her head slightly: "You can't do this next time."
Zhuang Mowen was about to take Chuyi out, and Sang Fu was also preparing to go upstairs. Although they lived under the same roof, they did not interfere with each other's lives.
If nothing unexpected happens, this will be their last communication tonight.
She was about to leave when Zhuang Mowen grabbed Chu Yi, who was about to leave, and called out to her, "That's right."
He turned around and said, "I have something to discuss with you."
"Hmm?" Sanfu raised her eyelashes and looked at him, "What's the matter?"
"My grandpa wants to see you." Zhuang Mowen said, "Are you free this month?"
He knew that Sangfu stayed at home because of her job, not to be idle or eat, drink and have fun.
Time planning is very important to her, and it is best to make adequate preparations in advance so that she can make corresponding plans and arrangements.
Therefore, Zhuang Mowen did not rashly promise a specific date, but thought about asking Sang Fu what she thought.
Helping him deal with the elders was the condition they had originally agreed upon. She had thought that this day would come sooner or later, so she answered without hesitation, "Yes. We'll go over when it's convenient for you."
The new book is still in the preparation stage, so she doesn't need a day or two.
Zhuang Mowen said, "Then next Saturday?"
She nodded and said, "Okay."
…
Saturday, Lincheng Central Rehabilitation Hospital.
When the car parked and the two of them walked out of the parking lot, the drizzle outside continued. The temperature had risen again in the past few days, fluctuating unpredictably, but generally it was cool, unlike the summer rain, which was hot and humid.
He walked into the rehabilitation training hall, got into the elevator, and soon arrived at the floor where Lin Guanghua was.
Strictly speaking, Zhuang Mowen's mother's side of the family is a family of medicine. After his grandfather Lin Guanghua retired from the army, he opened a Chinese medicine clinic in Lincheng with his wife Rong Qingqiu. The couple has solid professional knowledge and an excellent reputation.
The older generation is always busy and always likes to find something to do. Even when they reached a certain age, the two old people were reluctant to retire. Until a while ago, Lin Guanghua accidentally fell on the steps in front of the Chinese medicine clinic and was rushed to the emergency room of the hospital, where he was completely unable to work.
Fortunately, Lin Guanghua was lucky enough to wake up after being in a coma for a few days. Unfortunately, the cerebral hemorrhage left him half-paralyzed. Due to his old age, craniotomy is risky, so he can only receive conservative treatment in the hospital and slowly undergo rehabilitation training.
For this reason, Zhuang Mowen returned to Lincheng after finishing his work at school last semester.
Although Jiada did try its best to invite him, this was the main reason why Zhuang Mowen came to work at Jiada.
Fortunately, although Lin Guanghua was paralyzed on one side of his body, his nerves were not damaged too much. He could speak clear sentences and think clearly. Although he was out of danger, he was still worried about the possibility of a second one. Lin Guanghua only had one grandson, Zhuang Mowen, and his only wish was to see him get married.
"He's not in good health. I was thinking of talking to you about this later." The hospital corridor was porcelain white. Zhuang Mowen's voice was low and a little hoarse. When he said this, there was a hint of helplessness in his tone.
When people get old, they tend to have some childish nature.
When Lin Guanghua saw the gift from Sang Fu, his original affection for Sang Fu because of their old friendship grew even stronger. He immediately said that he must meet her at all costs, the sooner the better.
"It's okay." Sanfu shook her head.
At the ward door, Zhuang Mowen paused for some reason. Sang Fu peered through the ward window and saw Lin Guanghua undergoing rehabilitation training under the guidance of a specialist, with the nurse and Rong Qingqiu helping him.
Through the door, I could hear faint sounds from inside. The atmosphere was not heavy, but rather light and cheerful.
Zhuang Mowen's gaze moved away from the window, and he tilted his head to look at Sang Fu.
The hospital's decoration is plain white, which makes the light falling into the building appear extremely cold and white.
The weather was not very good today. The light was soft and weak, and a ray of light quietly enveloped her. Sang Fu stood there, her hair shining black in the light.
"Old people are more difficult to deal with."
He moved slightly, palm facing up, and held out his hand to her.
"Holding hands, mind?"
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