Chapter 39 Half-ripe mulberries are like a little rabbit eager to learn
"Ding-ling-ling—ding-ling-ling—"
In the morning, the alarm clock on the mobile phone placed on the bedside rang on time.
Half a minute later, a hand stretched out from under the quilt, fumbled around in the air, and finally stopped it.
The twenty minutes of being awake in the early morning affected Sangfu's sleep to some extent. After the alarm clock rang, she rarely got up immediately, but curled up in the quilt and stayed in bed for another ten minutes.
Another reason is that today is the crew's day off. The crew shoots six days a week and has one day off. She used to use her previous days off to finish her manuscripts. This is her first official day off without having to worry about the consequences.
After washing up and going downstairs, Aunt Zhao had already heated up breakfast.
Looking up, she saw her going downstairs alone. Aunt Zhao glanced behind Sang Fu in confusion, wondering, "Hey, Mr. Zhuang hasn't come down yet today."
Sang Fu leaned on the armrest, her expression stunned for a moment: "Hasn't he eaten yet?"
"You forgot, it's the weekend. Mr. Zhuang always waits for you when you're home," Aunt Zhao teased. "I saw him coming back from his morning run this morning and he went upstairs. I thought he was going back to his bedroom for a nap."
Sang Fu said nothing.
She actually didn't know whether Zhuang Mowen had taken a nap or not. After all, they didn't sleep together... She didn't even know when he would come back from his morning run.
But she didn't want to go any further. She paused, made a quick decision, and turned around: "I'll go get him."
"Okay," Aunt Zhao agreed loudly, returning to the kitchen to continue her work. "Then I'll fry you two more eggs."
When you go upstairs, the first thing that catches your eye is the living room. Facing it is a huge floor-to-ceiling window with a very sophisticated orientation. The sunlight that comes in is always soft and not dazzling. The lush green plants are refreshing.
She usually stays in her bedroom and rarely leaves the room, but occasionally she will sit on the sofa here and take a nap.
There was no sign of Zhuang Mowen in the living room.
Sangfu didn't bring her cell phone, so she went back to her room to get it.
She stood at the door of Zhuang Mowen's bedroom and knocked.
A clear sound rang out, but no echo was heard until the echo faded away.
Did he go out?
After thinking for a moment, Sang Fu lowered her head and opened her phone to type a message: [Are you home?]
Just as I clicked the green send button on the far right, a warm and casual voice suddenly sounded behind me: "Looking for me?"
She turned around with a start, and before she could recover from her shock, Zhuang Mowen's cell phone rang.
He turned his eyes away from her face, lowered his eyes to glance at the message, and his eyebrows moved slightly.
“It’s true.”
"I was just having a meeting with a student in the study." Zhuang Mowen answered the message she sent on WeChat. He raised his eyelashes and looked at her with his dark eyes. "What do you want from me?"
Sang Fu couldn't help but glance in the direction of the study.
He walked over there without making any sound, his footsteps were so light.
Suppressing her swirling thoughts, she replied, "Aunt Zhao said you hadn't had breakfast yet, so I came up to call you."
Zhuang Mowen asked her in return: "Have you eaten?"
She was slightly stunned: "Not yet."
He nodded, "Right away."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Mowen moved and approached her.
They were not standing far away to begin with, and the distance between them suddenly shrank.
The space became cramped in the blink of an eye, Sang Fu's heart tightened, and she almost stepped back involuntarily.
The next second, his heel pressed firmly against the door.
She felt a little numb in her limbs, and the tall figure of the man almost blocked her way.
Sangfu was frozen in place by the momentary stiffness, her back pressed against the door. Although she was not cold, she shrank her neck.
"village……"
“Pah.”
The door lock was released, and the words she had just spoken stopped abruptly. Due to inertia, Sangfu staggered and retreated into the room unexpectedly.
Zhuang Mowen grabbed her and Sang Fu was able to stabilize herself. As soon as she raised her head, her gaze met his.
He held her arm gently, with a smile in his eyes, and kindly reminded her, "Be careful."
Sangfu inexplicably thought of last night.
Why has she been so reckless these past two days?
"OK."
"Wait a minute?" He let go of her and went into the house. "I'll change my clothes."
"Oh, okay."
Sangfu responded only after she finished answering.
Um?
He was changing clothes, why should she wait?
Sangfu was still sticking to the door, then she turned her head and looked up.
The hourly worker would come to clean the place every once in a while, but the furnishings inside were obviously Zhuang Mowen's own.
There was no specific reason, but at first glance, Sangfu felt that the furnishing style was exactly the same as the room he had lived in when he was young at the banker's house.
It's a kind of neatness and cleanliness that's comfortable and natural, rather than stereotyped, rigid, and tense. It can be seen that he doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
As he was watching, Zhuang Mowen, who had changed into casual clothes, appeared in his sight.
His coat was draped over his arm, and he was wearing a shirt and trousers, standing tall and straight.
She blinked her eyelashes.
"Are you going out?"
"Well, there's something urgent going on at school." Zhuang Mowen paused slightly in front of her and said, "Let's go."
…
The weather was very good today. After breakfast, Zhuang Mowen went to school, and Sang Fu took the initiative to take the job of walking the dog. When she came back, Aunt Zhao also left.
She was the only one left in the house. Sangfu went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and drank it. Then she curled up on the sofa in the living room on the second floor and quietly finished the book she had not finished last time.
Sheng Weiyao finished her last exam today and had a lot of luggage to pick up. After lunch, Sang Fu had nothing to do, so she drove to Jiada to pick her up.
"Oh," Sheng Weiyao sighed as soon as she got in the car, "I talked to my dad on the phone yesterday. From the way he sounded, I probably won't be able to get out."
Sheng Weiyao's family members are all middle school teachers. In fact, in terms of family atmosphere, her family has surpassed many stereotypes of teacher families. Otherwise, Sheng Weiyao would not have developed such a silly character. She can go out to college whenever she wants and rent a house, even though her home is in Lincheng.
The only thing is that in terms of study, she has been strictly required to do so for more than ten years. However, under such pressure, Sheng Weiyao has not learned any self-discipline. Instead, she has learned to survive in adversity. She has become more and more lazy and can finish her homework perfectly with a great attitude even if she leaves it to the last minute.
Sangfu was very envious, but she couldn't do it.
She must have a careful plan, otherwise she will be too anxious to do anything at the last minute.
"It's okay," Sanfu comforted her with a smile, "Just tell me if you want to get out, I'll come pick you up, and your uncle will let you go."
Sheng Weiyao: "Yes, yes, they like you the most. If my boyfriend and I... it's not easy to see each other in a long-distance relationship, I'll have to ask for your help, baby."
It was nothing more than helping her cover up. Sheng Weiyao's previous relationships often fell on winter and summer vacations, and Sang Fu had become accustomed to using it as an excuse for her to go out.
"No problem."
Winter vacation has officially begun, but Sheng Weiyao thought about it and decided to wait until tomorrow to calm down before going home, so Sang Fu drove towards the rental house.
"By the way," Sheng Weiyao said, "last time you said you had finished your new book, and I was so busy congratulating you that I forgot to ask, are you and Professor Zhuang about to..."
Sanfu said, "It will take a few months. Proofreading will take time."
"Then it will be spring soon." Sheng Weiyao muttered.
In the distance, the branches are lonely. As autumn turns to winter, the greenness fades in the biting cold wind, and its former vitality is frozen.
"Yes," she murmured, the last part of her voice dissipating into the air, "Spring is almost here."
So fast.
…
After sending Sheng Weiyao home, Sang Fu helped her pack the luggage in the rental house so that she could take it back the next day. By the time she returned from Sheng Weiyao's place, it was already three or four in the afternoon.
On the way, Sang Fu bought some ingredients and prepared to make a dog meal for Chuyi herself.
The fact that she ate so cleanly on Chuyi last time proved that her cooking skills were not so bad that even dogs would dislike them, which made Sangfu regain her confidence.
Aunt Zhao hadn't come over yet. Sang Fu lowered her head and concentrated on washing the ingredients in the sink. Suddenly, a shadow covered her sight.
"Professor Zhuang," she turned around with a hint of realization, "When did you come back?"
When she returned home, Zhuang Mowen's parking space was still empty.
"Just now." Zhuang Mo answered concisely. He was holding a water cup and probably came over because he was thirsty. "Are you doing this for a human or a dog?"
Sang Fu: "...for the first day of the new year."
"Do you need help?"
One more person means more strength. Sangfu made room for him and readily agreed, "Okay."
Zhuang Mowen put down the cup of water and walked over to her to wash together.
She bought a wide variety of ingredients according to online recipes. The vegetarian items included carrots, cauliflower, sweet potatoes, and apples, and the meats included salmon, lean beef, chicken breast, etc.
Zhuang Mowen put the meat into the meat grinder to grind it into pieces, while Sang Fu placed the vegetarian ingredients neatly on the chopping board, preparing to cut them into small pieces and then steam them.
Zhuang Mowen pressed the switch of the meat grinder and turned around to see Sang Fu holding a knife in her right hand and holding a carrot with her left hand.
When she is serious, her eyebrows will be slightly furrowed.
She measured the blade on the carrot again and again before she solemnly cut it.
He walked over and looked for a while.
"So you cut the potatoes this way last time?"
Sanfu shook her head, the experience of that day resurfacing in her mind. She said dejectedly, "Shredding is much harder than dicing."
Zhuang Mowen smiled and said, "There are tricks to it. Cutting like this is slow and your wrist will get tired."
Sang Fu felt the knife and found that it was not heavy, but after cutting for a long time, her wrist did ache slightly.
She has an occupational disease when writing books, and she cannot wear out her wrists more than ordinary people.
“It seems so.”
She paused, thought for a moment, and then handed the hilt to Zhuang Mowen. She looked up and asked him, "Can you teach me?"
Zhuang Mowen glanced at her and took it readily: "Okay."
He demonstrated and explained at a steady pace, and Sangfu listened attentively.
Because she didn't want to miss any details, Sangfu kept staring at his hands. She didn't know from when the slow and measured voice in her ears disappeared.
She raised her gaze and met Zhuang Mowen's eyes.
Unlike his overall three-dimensional bone structure, Zhuang Mowen's eyes are long and narrow without any sharp turns, so they appear gentle most of the time.
But when he smiled, those dark and deep eyes inexplicably showed a hint of bewitching.
He stared at her and laughed: "Were you like this when you were in school?"
She gasped: "What...like?"
Zhuang Mowen imitated her just now: "Listening and nodding at the same time?"
She didn't even notice.
When she was in school, she sometimes went to the teacher's office to ask questions. The teacher would talk for a long time, and she didn't want to say that she understood, so she would nod to be polite.
Maybe it was a habit I developed at that time.
I didn't think it was a big deal at first, but when Zhuang Mowen imitated it, the situation became different. Sang Fu's cheeks felt a little hot. "It's stupid, isn't it?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "How could that be? It means you listened very carefully."
He didn't mean to laugh at her.
Just by chance, I took a glance and found that she was pursing her lips and nodding seriously, just like a little rabbit eager for knowledge.
"I'll try again." After hearing this, Sang Fu was eager to try.
It’s a bit like doing an experiment. It’s not enough to just understand it, you also have to do it yourself.
The thin threads that Zhuang Mowen had just cut were right at hand. Each one was of uniform thickness, and looked no different from those made with a convenient tool.
Whenever she cut before, she had to hold her breath and concentrate. If her breath was a little disordered, the knife would be crooked.
He continued cutting while talking.
Sang Fu didn't think any more and cut carefully with the knife.
It's barely passable, much better than at the beginning, but there is still a certain gap from Zhuang Mowen's level.
Suddenly, the back of my hand was tapped.
Sang Fu was stunned. Just as she was about to turn around, a warm breath slowly fell on the tip of her ear, which was extremely itchy.
"Here, a little further."
Her hand was gently wrapped in his palm and moved. She could feel that he was very close behind her, and he even bent down intentionally to match her height.
But apart from his hands and his breath brushing against the tip of her ear, they had no other contact.
The kitchen was very quiet and no one spoke for a long time.
He took her and cut the remaining half of the carrot bit by bit.
"alright."
Zhuang Mowen paused, his rough palm scraping across the smooth back of her hand. He whispered, "How about I cut these?"
"Oh, sure."
Sangfu's mind had already turned into a mess, and she answered eagerly.
Zhuang Mowen moved his hand away after hearing this, and Sang Fu immediately turned around and wanted to leave. However, because she was standing too close, she bumped into him when she turned around, and her whole face wrinkled in pain.
Before Zhuang Mowen could take the next step, Sang Fu covered her painful nose, bent down and quickly slipped out from under his raised arm.
"It's okay, I-I'll go check on the meat."
Zhuang Mowen: "..."
The kitchen fell silent again.
There was only the sound of pots and pans as they were at opposite ends of the kitchen, each doing their own thing.
Sangfu calmed down again. She poured the meat from the meat grinder into a bowl and went to clean the machine. After a while, she heard him call her, "Sangfu."
"Um?"
She turned her head and saw Zhuang Mowen cutting vegetables. He didn't look at her and his tone was casual.
"What scent of shampoo do you use?"
Sanfu thought for a moment and said, "Freesia."
"Where's the shower gel?"
"It seems to be the same brand of fragrance."
Zhuang Mowen lowered his eyes, hummed faintly, and said to himself, "No wonder."
His last sentence was spoken in a very soft voice, and Sangfu was a little far away from him, so she couldn't hear it clearly.
"What's wrong?" Sanfu sniffed herself. "Is the smell too strong?"
"No," he paused, "it smells good."
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