Chapter 45 Half-ripe mulberries I can’t help but want to do something else with you
They had a wrap-up party that ended in the afternoon, and it was already dark when they arrived in Lincheng.
As the Spring Festival approaches, passenger flow increases and the exit is crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder. It is even more frightening than during the National Day.
Sang Fu pulled her scarf, feeling crowded but secretly glad that it was winter. If it were summer, she would probably be suffocated by the strange smell instead of being squeezed to death.
But the air in crowded places is always not smooth and fresh. She held her breath and concentrated, lowering her head slightly. She was basically pushed forward by the people behind and around her. She couldn't go faster or stop.
If she took a wrong step, she would be squeezed into a dried persimmon. She was sweating on her back and thought to herself that she should just get out first and not worry about the direction or anything else.
The most crowded time has passed. After entering the empty hall, the crowd that had been huddled together finally relaxed a little.
But it was still not enough. She was short and had a narrow field of vision, which made it difficult for her to judge the direction, not to mention paying attention to her feet. Sang Fu took every step very carefully, but she still didn't know who tripped her in front of her.
Sang Fu's breathing stagnated, and she subconsciously grabbed the suitcase in her hands tightly, but she still inevitably staggered a few steps to the side.
She was ready to bump into someone and apologize, but the next moment, someone caught her steadily.
The heavy smell lingering between the nostrils was replaced by a refreshing and pleasant smell at that moment, clean and familiar.
Although it was so noisy here, the low laughter ringing in her ears was clearly audible. Someone gently tapped her nose, which was wrinkled due to nervousness, and Sangfu opened her eyes.
Zhuang Mowen looked down at him, his smile growing deeper: "Are you stupid?"
"..." Sang Fu was incredulous: "How did you get in?"
The last time her phone ran out of battery, he found her outside the airport, but this time, he squeezed directly into the station entrance.
"You haven't come out yet," Zhuang Mowen said, "I'm worried."
He took her suitcase and looked around, "This way."
Sanfu nodded and took a step forward.
As if afraid that what happened just now would happen again, the hand around her loosened, but did not completely withdraw it. It just held her lightly, isolating her from contact with others.
After walking a few steps, the number of people in sight became visibly sparse.
Sangfu raised her head and the light dimmed. His face was clearly defined, with a smooth and neat jawline that looked particularly good.
This was the first time she followed someone so blindly.
Wherever he went, she went, without thinking, without question, without doubt.
After groping alone in the surging crowd for so long, at this moment, she finally broke through the fog and found her direction.
Perhaps sensing something, Zhuang Mowen's eyelashes twitched, and he glanced over from the side. He seemed to want to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Sang Fu hastily withdrew her gaze and looked away, like a mouse seeing a cat.
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
In less than two minutes, the air suddenly became fresh and the crowded feeling around dissipated like a tide.
Sanfu took a deep breath.
Zhuang Mowen laughed: "I can't hold it in any longer."
I saw his car from a distance.
They approached side by side. Zhuang Mowen opened the passenger door. Sang Fu was about to bend down and sit in, but the next moment, she was stunned when she saw the bouquet of pink roses on the car seat.
Zhuang Mowen did bring the bouquet of pink roses back to Lincheng, but Sang Fu never had time to ask whether he kept it at home.
But based on the freshness of it, she could be sure that it was not the bouquet that Siming had given her before.
She turned around.
Zhuang Mowen stood against the light, holding the car door with one hand. He seemed to know what she wanted to ask. He looked into her surprised eyes, smiled gently, and explained, "You attended the wrap-up banquet. I want to take you to eat again, but it's probably too much to ask.
But, congratulations, happy wrap-up."
…
It was already past dinner time, and Sang Fu didn't ask Aunt Zhao to prepare her meal. She turned her head to look at the colorful street scene, but what was reflected on the car window was the outline of Zhuang Mowen.
The vague figure flickers with the light and shadow.
For no apparent reason, Sang Fu blurted out, "Professor Zhuang, are you free now?"
"Yes," he replied. "What's wrong?"
"Let's go get something to eat, just to celebrate," she looked at Zhuang Mowen and said in a clear voice, "It's my treat."
Zhuang Mowen was stunned for a moment: "Didn't you tell me that you ate a lot at the wrap-up banquet?"
He asked her that on the high-speed train.
Firstly, she didn't want to cause trouble, and secondly, from the beginning, she wanted to find Sheng Weiyao to celebrate alone, so she had deliberately saved her stomach and lied to him that she was full.
But before Sheng Weiyao asked, she spoke to him first.
She rarely made such unplanned decisions because she was uncertain about the outcome, so she was overwhelmed by an overwhelming panic and her heart began to pound.
At this point, Sangfu spoke frankly: "I'm only a little full. I don't like many of the dishes there."
"If it's inconvenient for you, then..."
"convenient."
The unspoken syllables were completely dissipated by his two firm and powerful words.
The carriage was dim, Zhuang Mowen tilted his face slightly, and the smile in his eyes was vague.
It was not convenient to park along this stretch of road. Zhuang Mowen coughed lightly and said in the same tone as usual: "Take a look first, where do you want to eat?"
Sang Fu lowered her head and reached for her phone: "Oh, okay."
…
Finally we sat down at a nearby restaurant with a good reputation.
If you want to fill your stomach, Chinese food must be the first choice.
But when it comes to celebrating, filling their stomachs is secondary, so Sangfu chose a Western restaurant.
She ticked a few boxes and handed the menu to Zhuang Mowen.
The two of them couldn't eat too much, so Zhuang Mowen ordered a few more dishes. Just as he was about to hand them over to the waiter, Sang Fu in front of him suddenly spoke up and called out to him, "Professor Zhuang, wait a moment."
She flipped through the menu, lowered her brows, and chose seriously for a while.
"I'd also like a glass of champagne, please."
After Sang Fu finished speaking, she looked up and met Zhuang Mowen's surprised expression. She paused and handed the menu back to him: "Professor Zhuang, would you like some?"
After she finished asking, she realized what was happening and answered to herself, "By the way, you don't drink, and you're going to drive."
"Since it's a celebration, it's understandable once in a while."
After that, Zhuang Mowen took the menu and handed it to the waiter, saying softly, "Two glasses of champagne, thank you."
As for the car, just find a designated driver.
She was happy, and he couldn't spoil her fun.
The waiter left with the menu and gradually disappeared from sight.
Sang Fu retracted her gaze and looked at Zhuang Mowen: "Can you drink well?"
"I've quit for years. It was fine before," Zhuang Mowen said. "Besides, it was just one cup."
He asked her in return: "What about you? I don't think I've ever seen you drinking."
Before serving the dishes, the waiter poured them each a glass of warm water. Sangfu took a sip and said, "It depends on the time. I rarely drink either."
As she spoke, a faint smile appeared on her face, "I'm happy today."
She rarely drinks. For her, drinking is a personal matter and comes with some uncertainties, such as the consequences of being drunk.
If the person on the other end is not a true friend or someone she is willing to trust, Sanfu would rather not let this potential consequence happen.
Not every occasion or every person can make her open her heart.
So even though she was really, really happy today, she still didn't drink at the wrap party.
But with Zhuang Mowen, Sang Fu always feels unprecedented peace and security, as if she doesn't have to worry about anything.
Soon, several waiters came up with trays, and all the dishes and wine were served.
"Please enjoy your meal."
Sanfu held the wine glass and said, "Cheers."
The wine glasses clinked lightly in the air. Sangfu took a sip and couldn't help frowning.
He paused: "Can't get used to it?"
She put down her wine glass with a complicated expression and stuck out her tongue, "So sour."
What Sangfu said was the truth. She really didn't drink much. Although her parents were not at home, they had always been strict with her. It was only after she went to college that things got better.
The year her novel became a big hit, she and Sheng Weiyao had a drink to celebrate, but at that time they went to a food stall to drink beer, which was not strong and tasted more acceptable.
I had heard that champagne is very acidic, but I didn't expect it to be that sour.
But when you taste it again, it is sweet and has the aroma of raspberries. It is delicious.
Zhuang Mowen held the water cup and was about to push it towards her so that she could drink some water to wash it off, but he saw Sang Fu closed her eyes and tilted her head back to take another big gulp.
Although the alcohol content of champagne is not too high, it contains rich bubbles and is easier to get drunk than other wines, not to mention that she took a big sip.
Zhuang Mowen was naturally aware of this, but Sang Fu was too fast, and his raised hand froze in the air, unable to stop her.
Fortunately, after putting down the wine glass, she looked normal, without any abnormality, even her expression did not change.
"It seems okay."
I didn't realize she could drink quite well.
Zhuang Mowen breathed a sigh of relief and silently withdrew his hand.
"Eat first."
Sang Fu nodded and moved the plate in front of her. She slowly stuffed the food into her mouth and chewed it slowly until she suddenly looked up. She suddenly felt very strange: "Professor Zhuang."
"Um?"
"Why are there two of you in front of me?"
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
broken.
…
When she had almost finished eating, Zhuang Mowen went to pay the bill and then returned to his original seat.
She had only been away for such a short time and she was almost fast asleep on the table.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a belated blush finally appeared on her fair cheeks.
Unable to bear it, Zhuang Mowen hung her bag around his neck and wanted to pick her up, but as soon as he touched her arm, she woke up.
"Are you gone?"
Apart from looking a little dazed and her reactions being a little slow, she didn't really look drunk.
He was still as quiet as usual, and there was no sign of drunkenness in his speech, but his pronunciation was softer than usual.
"Yes." Zhuang Mowen answered her, still leaning forward. "I called a designated driver and he'll be here soon."
"Then let's wait outside."
"good."
Sang Fu stood up, and Zhuang Mowen followed her half a step behind her. When he went out, he raised his hand to hold the door, and her head hit the back of his hand lightly.
After they left the house, and there were many people around, Zhuang Mowen still reached out and pulled her to his side, "Be careful."
She stood beside him obediently without saying a word, then raised her face and looked at him quietly for a long time.
Zhuang Mowen met her eyes. Obviously, she was affected by alcohol and her reaction became very slow, but her eyes were as bright as black gemstones. Under the street light, they looked like they were studded with stars.
He was stunned for a long moment before he asked softly, "What's wrong?"
She continued to look at him. After a few seconds, as if her brain had just absorbed his words, she said politely, "Thank you."
The words are clear and loud.
Zhuang Mowen laughed and pulled her messy scarf: "You're welcome."
"Thank you." She looked out at the traffic and repeated, "Professor Zhuang."
It would take some time for the designated driver to come, and Zhuang Mowen was afraid that she would be cold in the wind, so he took her to sit in the back seat first.
Sang Fu sat in first. She moved very slowly, but she sat very straight, not crooked at all. Zhuang Mowen followed her in and closed the door.
"Does your head hurt?"
He took out an unopened bottle of mineral water from the car, unscrewed it and gave it to her: "Drink some water first."
Sanfu did whatever he said, held the water bottle with both hands and took a sip.
After all, she was drunk and drank a little too quickly, and water flowed down her chin onto her scarf.
Zhuang Mowen screwed the water bottle back and put it back, then wiped her with paper. When he touched her scarf, he found that the part next to her neck was also wet. Even after wiping off the surface water stains, it was still wet.
The car was closed and there was no wind. He asked, "Can you take off your scarf?"
She nodded.
Zhuang Mowen took off her scarf in circles.
When taking off the scarf, Sangfu kept staring at him, just like before, very generous, but also a little different from before. I don’t know if it was because she was drunk.
Zhuang Mowen thought she was drunk. He untied her scarf and wiped the water off her neck with paper. In the middle of it, he heard her say, "Why do you always have to get so close to me?"
He paused, looked up, and looked at her flushed face and drunken eyes.
After a while, he said hoarsely: "Do you hate me being close to you?"
Sanfu shook her head and lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her eyelids.
"I don't know," she raised her hand and covered her chest, "but when you get close to me, I feel itchy inside."
"Itchy?"
She nodded, "Are you itching?"
He looked at her and said nothing.
Sangfu didn't get an answer. She fumbled for his hand and tried to put it on her chest: "It's true, and it's numb. Touch it."
Zhuang Mowen's forehead jumped and he quickly pulled his hand back. His voice was hoarse: "...No, I believe you."
Sangfu didn't force it.
Her eyes moved around the car and finally landed on his face again.
"When will the designated driver arrive?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "Ten minutes."
"Okay." She nodded, but didn't look away.
Her eyes were bright, but Zhuang Mowen's were dim. His gaze swept across her eyebrows, eyes, and then her lips, which were moist and red from drinking water.
He looked away.
"Don't look at me like that."
She said in a confused tone: "Why?"
He was clearly looking at her, so why was he allowed to look and not her?
Zhuang Mowen's voice was hoarse, like a layer of rough stones rolled over it. "If you do this, I can't help but want to do other things to you."
"What's up?"
Things are going off the track little by little.
Zhuang Mowen sighed and could only answer her patiently: "...I can't say it, and I can't do it."
"Why?"
"Because this is called taking advantage of someone's misfortune." He calmed himself down and looked at her again. "I have to wait until you're sober and ask you before I can do this."
Sanfu: "But I am sober."
Zhuang Mowen said, "You are drunk."
"Okay." She nodded again.
After that, they didn't speak again. Sang Fu stared out the window and became dazed again. Zhuang Mowen sat next to her, not too far away, looking at the window on the other side.
The designated driver notification on the phone is getting closer.
"Sanfu."
In silence, Zhuang Mowen turned his head and asked, "You like..."
His shoulders sank.
Sanfu leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep.
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