Chapter 53: Half-ripe mulberries deposit, engrave, and erupt...
As soon as Gu Meng finished speaking, there was an uproar at the scene.
"I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't told me. It's really gone!"
"Yes," Gu Meng said anxiously, "Hurry up and look everywhere, otherwise we won't be able to find it after we leave!"
Amid the commotion, Sang Fu weakly interrupted, "Well, no need to look for it."
Gu Meng was shocked and disagreed: "Why don't we look for it? Your ring is obviously not cheap. It hurts me to lose ten yuan! We must look for it. Not only do we look for it, we have to ask the villagers to help us find it!"
"It's not missing," Sang Fu said, not wanting to shoot herself in the foot. She subconsciously glanced at Zhuang Mowen, who also gave her a leisurely look. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she felt even more embarrassed. "I didn't wear it."
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The surroundings were quiet for several seconds, and the figures who had already started to prepare to dig the ground slowly straightened up.
Gu Meng was silent for a moment, then let go of her hand, probably feeling awkward. She coughed twice and said with lingering fear, "That's good, that's good. Fortunately, I didn't wear it, not lost it. Valuable items must be protected."
Sang Fu hummed, and said softly, "Thank you anyway."
"You're welcome," Gu Meng waved her hand nonchalantly. "I just saw the ring on Professor Zhuang's hand and suddenly remembered yours. Then, when I couldn't see it anymore, I was really scared."
She remembered something and changed the subject:
"By the way, Professor Zhuang."
When Zhuang Mo Wen was mentioned, many unsolved mysteries flashed through Gu Meng's mind.
Perhaps after this separation, she would never have the opportunity to communicate with Professor Zhuang face to face again, so she decided to gossip thoroughly so that she would have no regrets in her life.
"Is your wife also a researcher like you?"
As soon as one problem was solved, another one arose. Sang Fu had just relaxed her mindset, but then she began to tense up again. She pursed her lips and looked over subconsciously.
Fortunately, everyone was looking in Zhuang Mowen's direction because of this question, so her actions were not too abrupt or strange.
Gu Meng had already prepared herself for a refusal to answer such a personal question. Although others were curious, they all agreed that the hope was slim. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Mowen showed no displeasure at all and replied slowly, "She, she is not."
"Wow," Gu Meng continued, "Then how did you two meet?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "Blind date."
Sang Fu's heart skipped a beat. She was considering whether to quicken her pace and leave first when Gu Meng said in shock, "Wow! Professor Zhuang, what a coincidence you and Sang Fu meet! Sang Fu and her husband also met through a blind date. Blind dates are so popular these days."
When they first met, Gu Meng expressed curiosity about her wedding ring and the wearer of her significant other. At that time, Sang Fu didn't know that there would be a day when she would have a face-to-face "confrontation" with Zhuang Mowen.
If she had known this day would come, Sangfu would have kept it a secret and kept silent about it.
As expected, the attention was drawn to me again.
Zhuang Mowen's eyes moved slightly, and he also looked over at her with a gentle smile in his eyes. He deliberately asked her, "Really? Is it Teacher Sang too?"
Sang Fu regretted it so much, but she could only take a deep breath and then bite the bullet and say "hmm".
Gu Meng said, "Then Professor Zhuang, your wife must be very impressive!"
"Well, she's excellent in every aspect." Zhuang Mowen smiled faintly and tilted his head slightly, casually passing Sang Fu's line of sight. Then he paused for two seconds, "I'm lucky to have met her."
His voice was gentle and elegant in the cold wind. He spoke the second half of the sentence slowly, and his seemingly careless tone revealed sincerity. It gently touched her heart, and at that moment, it was like shaking a bell that was vibrating in her heart.
A long-lost sour and swollen feeling that permeated the air on the day of the first snow has returned.
It turns out that some emotions never disappear, they just quietly accumulate, are engraved, and then erupt silently.
"Oh my god, Professor Zhuang, I'm really full of dog food this time."
Sangfu could not hear the sighing sound clearly. It was as if her ears were wrapped in a thick membrane, making the sounds very distant and vague. She was immersed in her own world until -
A hand touched her cheek:
"Sangfu, are you hot? Or are you feeling unwell somewhere? Why is your face so red?"
She suddenly came to her senses and blinked.
They had already entered the school gate. As class was about to start, Zhuang Mowen and several of the boys went into the distant teaching building, leaving only her, Gu Meng and two other boys walking on the elementary school playground.
"The class bell is about to ring. If you're not feeling well, go back to the dormitory and rest."
Gu Meng, who was standing by, was still carefully comparing the temperature of her forehead, fearing that she was really sick.
"I'm fine," Sanfu paused, suppressed her palpitations, and whispered vaguely, "Just a little... hot."
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After the class, Sangfu took the students to the playground to play games during the break as usual.
Playing games was their favorite thing. Every child was beaming with smiles as they spontaneously organized a classic game of "Eagle Catches Chicken." Some even ran up to Sang Fu, tugging at her clothes and pleading, "Teacher Sang, please be the chicks' mother and protect us."
Sangfu bent down, touched the little braid next to the little girl's head, said "Okay" gently, and was pulled by the little girl's hand to join their game.
After two rounds, Lunzhu finally got his wish and became the eagle. He put his hands on his hips, raised his chin, looked at Sanfu and the chicks behind her, and was ready to show off: "Just wait for me to catch you!"
The chicks were protected by Sanfu, and they all made faces at him.
Lunzhu was so anxious that he jumped up and ran to catch it immediately.
After failing to catch it several times, Lunzhu suddenly had an idea. He gathered his strength and rushed forward, taking a long detour to encircle it from behind. The long dragon was filled with exclamations and was thrown into the air in an instant.
Although some children did not participate, there were still a dozen children behind Sangfu, big and small, who had no sense of propriety and pulled hard when they got excited. Lunzhu did not have time to pay attention to them, he just pounced, but missed again.
He closed his eyes and shouted, then rushed forward like a brave fighter, and this time he pounced and succeeded.
He held the man tightly and refused to let go. When he looked up, Lunzhu's smile froze.
"Who are you?"
The man smiled and asked him, "Who are you?"
The hand on the waist was gently released, and Sang Fu's body, which was tilted to the side, stabilized. She was still in shock at that time and subconsciously grasped his sleeves, but now she loosened her fingertips and took them back.
Hearing his voice, Sang Fu quietly turned her head and looked at Zhuang Mowen.
A little kid yelled, "Wow! Lunzhu! You caught the chicken daddy!"
Everyone laughed.
Lun Zhu glared at them before answering Zhuang Mowen: "My name is Lun Zhu."
"My last name is Zhuang. You can call me Teacher Zhuang." The man still looked at him with a smile and said slowly, "Did your teacher ever tell you that games have rules, and those who don't follow the rules will be disqualified."
Lunzhu hesitated and shook his head.
Zhuang Mowen said, "Let's make it now. I'll give you one chance. The line of 'Chickens' is too long, and an 'Eagle' rushing out will cause a safety issue. You can't rush out. Can you abide by this rule?"
Lunzhu hesitated for a while and compromised: "Okay."
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While the children were playing other games, Sangfu called a child over and said, "Zhuoma, come here."
Sang Fu never loses her temper, and all the kids in the class like her. When Zhuoma heard this, she quickly ran over and called her sweetly, "Teacher Sang."
Zhuoma was only in the second grade and was very small. Sangfu squatted down in front of her, looked her in the eyes and asked, "Zhuoma, why did you just say that Teacher Zhuang was the father of the chicken?"
Although the child was naive, Sangfu had walked with other boys before and had never encountered such a reaction. Many things have traces, and she immediately noticed that something was wrong.
"Because I noticed that Teacher Zhuang also has a ring on her hand, and it looks very similar to yours, Teacher Sang," Zhuoma said with a smile, raising an index finger on each hand. "So Teacher Sang is the chick's mother, and Teacher Zhuang is the chick's father."
"Is that all?"
Hearing Zhuoma's innocent answer, Sangfu breathed a sigh of relief.
Rings and the like were the least important things. There were so many different styles that none of them could tell the difference, so it didn't matter even if they looked a little similar.
Zhuoma shook her head and said, "No, because I saw Teacher Zhuang Lasang's hands last night."
She was shocked: "...W-what?"
Zhuoma thought Sangfu didn't believe her, so she described it in more detail: "When Mora (Grandma) went to get the curd cakes, my brother and I were playing in the house, and then I saw Teacher Zhuang holding your hand, Teacher Sang, for a very, very long time."
She almost forgot that Zhuoma was the granddaughter of that villager, and after her grandmother checked her wound, she was also playing in that room.
Sang Fu's palms were covered in sweat. She couldn't tell if it was because she was afraid of being exposed or because she was ashamed. After finally calming herself down, she lowered her voice and asked, "Zhuoma, have you told anyone about this?"
Zhuoma shook her head: "I forgot, I just remembered it."
Sangfu: "This is a secret between you and me. Please don't tell anyone else, okay?"
Zhuoma blinked her big eyes and nodded obediently: "Sure."
A faint shadow covered the front of her. Sangfu raised her eyes and looked at the person who came. After a pause, she lowered her head to search Zhuoma's head and said to her gently, "You go play first."
"Yeah!"
Zhuoma ran off, and Sangfu stood up and said, "I have no experience and don't know how to emphasize the rules."
"Experience is gained through trial and error. You'll know next time." Zhuang Mowen looked at Zhuoma. "What do you want to ask her?"
Sanfu herself hadn't digested this yet and didn't want to tell him: "I didn't ask anything."
Zhuang Mowen said with a smile: "To shut up the kid, you should at least give him some hush money, right?"
Sang Fu looked at him blankly: "How do you know? Did you see it early in the morning?"
His nose was high, and the light cast a beautiful shadow on his face. Zhuang Mowen also turned his head slightly to look at him. He finished his voice with a slight smile, a little teasing: "You guessed it right."
“…”
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As soon as Gu Meng and other boys came out of the classroom, they saw Sang Fu and Zhuang Mowen standing side by side on the playground, watching the children running around.
"What a peaceful life!" She scratched her head in confusion. "Don't you think the atmosphere between Professor Zhuang and Teacher Sang seems a little different?"
Boy No. 1: "No way, Professor Zhuang is married."
Gu Meng: "Teacher Sang is married too."
Boy #2: "...You mean those two? No way, Teacher Sang and Professor Zhuang don't seem like that kind of person."
Gu Meng: "What are you thinking about?"
After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked into the distance.
"Don't talk nonsense, Teacher Sang and Professor Zhuang are innocent," Gu Meng firmly defended the two. "I think it's just that the magnetic fields between married people are more compatible!"
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