Chapter 50 Half-ripe mulberries He stroked her empty fingertips...
After all the classes were finished in the afternoon, the local residents prepared delicious food with great care and warmly invited all the volunteer teachers to visit their homes in the evening.
In the remote mountainous areas, everyone's family conditions are very poor and life is difficult. For example, many children have not changed their winter coats since they came to Sangfu.
This special treat had been planned since the day they first arrived. Her companions came to her dorm, clinging to the doorframe and urging her, "Sangfu, hurry up! It's about to start!"
The volunteers who came to teach were all young girls and boys, most of whom were in college. There were seven of them in the group, except Junjun from Jiaxing University, all of whom came from different cities and different universities, and they were all full of enthusiasm and ambition.
Sangfu was not the only one suffering from altitude sickness among them, but her symptoms were slightly more severe. However, everyone's eyes were still bright. Although they occasionally complained about the hardship and fatigue, they were not defeated at all.
Sang Fu responded, stood up from the creaking wooden stool, closed her lesson plan book, picked up her plush hat and put it on. "I'm here."
The girl who came to call her was called Gu Meng. She had short hair, was lively and loved to laugh. It was also her who told Sang Fu the signal location at noon.
When Gu Meng saw her come out, she smiled and subconsciously wanted to reach out and hold her arm. But the next moment she suddenly remembered Sang Fu's reaction when she did this for the first time.
Unlike Sang Fu, Gu Meng has an older sister at home. The two sisters have been close since childhood, so there has never been much sense of boundaries between Gu Meng and girls.
There were originally three girls on this teaching trip. Since Junjun was not there, the girls naturally got closer to the other girls. Usually, she could only talk to Sangfu.
They went to class together that morning. Their dormitories were close to each other, so they could bump into each other as soon as they left the house. Gu Meng had a good first impression of Sang Fu, thinking she was like a gentle fairy. She immediately decided, "Let's go together!"
As soon as she touched her, Sanfu's body stiffened for a moment. She said unnaturally, "Can you not hold my arm?"
Only then did Gu Meng realize that she had been holding her arm without realizing it.
Fearing that she might misunderstand, Sang Fu quickly took the initiative to explain: "I don't hate you, I'm just not used to this."
Gu Meng quickly let go.
At first she was a little disappointed, but after a good sleep, she figured it out. There are so many different kinds of people in the world, and not everyone can accept her enthusiasm. Maybe her enthusiasm scared Sangfu.
Thinking of this, Gu Meng silently withdrew his hand and walked side by side with her.
"Have you heard that Professor Zhuang Mowen of Lincheng Jia University also came here at noon today?"
Sang Fu paused for a moment, then answered in a low voice, "It seems not."
"That's Professor Zhuang," Gu Meng said with uncontrollable excitement. "I often hear about his deeds in our school. He's amazing! Now I can finally see him in person.
I don't know what he looks like. I can't find many photos of him online. Isn't it said that very smart people tend to be bald? Could Professor Zhuang be bald too?"
Sang Fu listened to Gu Meng's wild imagination. Even though she had something on her mind, she couldn't help but said with a smile, "No."
I don’t know if it’s a genetic gift, but Professor Zhuang has very thick hair and eyebrows.
At the end of the sight is the golden mountain in the evening sun.
A full moon hangs in the sky, and at the junction of the foggy blue sky and the white snow-capped mountains, a brilliant golden color stretches across, like a blazing fire, so beautiful that it is sacred and shocking.
"How do you know he won't?" Gu Meng twirled her scarf, just as she was about to confirm her thoughts, but then she remembered, "I almost forgot, you and Professor Zhuang are both from Lincheng, so have you met him?"
Sang Fu couldn't tell a lie that was too outrageous, so she nodded and said, "I have seen it."
Gu Meng: "Really? Is he good-looking?"
Sang Fu no longer had to pretend to be ignorant of this: "It looks good."
Gu Meng patted his chest and said, "I believe you, sister."
"Oh, I also heard that he got married," Gu Meng didn't think much about it at all, and gossiped with Sang Fu with great interest, "His wife is a mystery. I wonder if she is also a researcher."
Gossip always spreads the fastest. Sang Fu smiled gently and did not respond.
She bent her hand slightly in her pocket and gently turned the ring with her thumb. The hard edge of the ring pressed against her fingertips, passing on her body temperature.
Sang Fu lowered her eyelashes and looked at the gravel road under her feet, a little absent-minded.
With a deft flick of her fingernail, the ring slipped off and fell silently into the corner of her pocket.
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The stove was filled with dried corn cobs, which were crackling brightly. The room was warm and the aroma of food filled the air.
They first greeted the villagers they bumped into in Tibetan. Gu Meng turned her head and waved excitedly towards the house: "Hello, we're here!"
Sang Fu looked over and saw the remaining five people sitting in the room, along with a few villagers chatting together. They were all grandparents of the children, and Zhuang Mowen had not arrived yet.
Gu Meng's voice was loud and clear, and everyone looked over at her: "Teacher Gu, Teacher Sang, come and sit down, come and sit down."
Sangfu randomly chose a place to sit down. The group of people were interrupted and did not continue their previous topic. Instead, they looked at each other and looked outside the house again.
After looking around, someone asked the question that had been on everyone's mind: "Dinner is almost ready, why hasn't Professor Zhuang arrived yet?"
"Yeah, you're not coming?"
"Or maybe they say he's a professor, so he has the luxury of being late, hahaha."
The first part was fine, but this sentence was obviously a bit sarcastic. Even the thick-skinned Gu Meng frowned, but didn't say anything.
Amidst the laughter, a different voice suddenly rang out:
"He's not like that."
His tone was calm and his voice was not loud, but it contained a firmness that could not be ignored.
The laughter of several people stopped and they looked at Sangfu.
She ate the dried fruits on the table with her eyelashes drooping, and a dim light and shadow flickered between her eyebrows.
If it weren't for Sanfu's special voice, for a moment they were not sure if it was her who had just spoken.
Among them, Sang Fu is the most taciturn one. She is usually not interested in their conversations, rarely expresses her opinions, and rarely smiles except in front of Gu Meng.
Apart from polite communication, just do your own thing.
She was the kind of girl who looked pretty at first sight and was very attractive. She was indifferent to all of them, without any real or fake feelings. There were many boys who were interested in her.
Even if they accidentally saw her ring, they didn't believe in their hearts that she was really married at such a young age.
When you are away from home, what can a ring prove?
Being refuted in public was somewhat embarrassing. The man laughed dryly and said, "Sang Fu, why are you so protective of him? Do you know Zhuang Mowen very well?"
Gu Menggang didn't interrupt, and now he was rushing towards Sang Fu. She couldn't help but said, "Sang Fu and Professor Zhuang are both from Lincheng. She must be more familiar with them than you."
It wasn't a formal dinner, but he was still meddling in other people's affairs. People who didn't know would think he was the one who cooked the meal. All his efforts were wasted!
Besides, hasn’t dinner started yet?
The man choked and thought about it, thinking that it was indeed the case. However, he was still holding back his anger. Just as he was about to say something stubbornly, a childish voice came from the doorway, shouting in Tibetan: "Mola (Grandma)!"
Sang Fu looked over sideways, was slightly stunned, and quickly turned her head away.
An old woman sitting among them immediately stood up and walked over, anxiously asking: "Zhuoma, why are your pants torn?"
The child's voice was about to cry: "I didn't look at the road and fell."
"She was dressed warmly, so she only had some skin broken, no injuries to her bones." A gentle male voice sounded slowly, calming the old woman. "I happened to come across her, so I took her back to my place to disinfect her."
The old woman said gratefully, "That's good. Thank you, Teacher Zhuang."
"You're welcome." Zhuang Mowen smiled, let go of Zhuoma's hand, and let her run into her grandmother's arms for comfort.
The grandfather and grandson went to the next room speaking Tibetan. The old man was still worried and wanted to see the injury with his own eyes.
The room gradually became quiet.
Zhuang Mowen took a slight step and walked over, still with a smile on his face:
"Sorry for the wait, am I late?"
The boy who was interrupted was just feeling lucky that he didn't continue to refute, otherwise Zhuang Mowen would have heard everything. The next moment, he suddenly met Zhuang Mowen's half-smile with his eyes.
“…”
He picked up the butter tea and looked away guiltily.
"I'm not late, I'm not late. Professor Zhuang, please sit wherever you want!" Gu Meng came back to his senses from his dementia and was the first to speak.
"good."
As the man finished speaking, Sangfu's peripheral vision dimmed.
There was an empty seat on her left, but Zhuang Mowen's body blocked some of her view.
Zhuang Mowen sat down and the atmosphere was tense for a few seconds, but everyone saw that he seemed easy to get along with and soon started chatting lively again.
It's as if the previous topic never happened.
Gu Meng pinched Sang Fu's sleeve with two fingers and pulled her towards her.
Just as he got closer, Gu Meng's excited voice rang out, unable to be suppressed: "Is this what you call beautiful?!"
Sang Fu was afraid of losing her balance, so she raised her hand to hold the edge of the table. She glanced at Zhuang Mowen's profile and lowered her voice: "Isn't this beautiful?"
Gu Meng said: "This is called shockingly big! Handsome! Brother!!"
Sanfu: "..."
As they were whispering to each other, the others across from them began to half-jokingly say, "Professor Zhuang, how many graduate student spots do you have next year? I'm going to take the entrance exam then... Can you give me a chance?"
Gu Meng rolled her eyes and complained in Sang Fu's ear: "What was that expression just now? Now he's trying to be nice and fawning. Professor Zhuang, ignore him."
Sanfu agreed, nodding slightly.
"Okay." Zhuang Mowen agreed immediately, very straightforwardly.
Sanfu looked at him in surprise.
The next second, he caught her red-handed with his slightly turned gaze.
She quickly looked away again.
The boy was dumbfounded, but couldn't hide his surprise: "Is it true?"
Afraid that Zhuang Mowen would regret it, he quickly added: "If there's a chance, you must accept me!"
He just wanted to get closer and cover up his "crime" at the same time, but he didn't expect that Zhuang Mowen actually agreed?
What I said before was not nice, but who doesn’t want to be Zhuang Mowen’s student?
"Of course it's true. But becoming my student is neither difficult nor easy. There's only one thing," Zhuang Mowen said slowly with a smile, "it's enough to have the capital to catch my eye."
The atmosphere in the place dropped to below zero, as cold as outside. The boy reacted instantly and his face turned a little ugly, turning pale and red, but he fell silent.
"Oh my god, even though the knife was soft, it went straight to the heart and returned it all back." Gu Meng and Sang Fu sighed, "So Professor Zhuang heard everything just now."
Sangfu didn't know what she was thinking and didn't say anything.
During the lull, someone shouted, "Dinner is ready!"
The awkwardness was over, Sang Fu slowly sat up straight, and started eating with everyone else.
It’s okay for everyone to eat casually in private, but this is someone else’s place, so everyone ate quietly without making too much noise.
After the meal, the villagers kindly asked them to wait and not to leave in a hurry, and went to get them some fresh curd cakes.
The rest of the villagers sat with them and chatted about school, children and other things. They were all very dedicated to the teaching work, so the atmosphere became lively again.
Sangfu didn't interrupt and just listened quietly.
Suddenly, her gaze paused imperceptibly.
Under the table, someone gently held Sangfu's left hand.
Amidst the clamor of voices, Sanfu could feel him leaning slightly closer to her. He stroked the base of her empty fingers and asked her gently, in a voice only they could hear: "Where's the ring?"
Almost breathless.
Seeing that she didn't speak, he continued to ask:
"Did you drop it? Or lose it? Huh?"
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The author has something to say: Today is the awesome husband-protecting little Sangbaobao [milk tea]
From this chapter onwards, the words "half-ripe mulberries" will be changed. I have thought about it seriously these two days. In fact, they are not yet truly in tune with each other. The decision to "mature" has subtly influenced my thinking, resulting in the first few chapters feeling awkward to me. I will take the time to revise them.
I also hope everyone won't blame Xiao Fu for her sudden twist. When you meet true love, there will always be a period of time when you become different from yourself. If Xiao Fu doesn't care and doesn't get entangled, and remains free and easy, then Zhuang is no different from others. This just proves how important Zhuang is to her. [shy][shy]
However, Zhuang would not let her entanglement and twists turn into meaningless internal friction, and they would go towards each other in both directions!
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