Chapter 51 Half-ripe mulberries "Like having an affair."
When I went out, it was completely dark.
With the help of the flashlight on their mobile phones, the group slowly walked back.
Sang Fu and Gu Meng were the first to go out and walked in front.
Gu Meng glanced back from time to time, as if she still had something to say: "Professor Zhuang standing next to them, they are simply from two different worlds."
She finished speaking, but received no response. Turning around, she saw that Sangfu's expression was full of absent-mindedness, as if she was not paying attention to what she said at all.
Gu Meng stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her twice: "What's wrong with you? I feel like you've been very silent tonight."
Although she usually doesn't talk much, her aura is always different. For some reason, there are some subtle changes in Sangfu today compared to usual.
"Are you still thinking about what happened at the beginning? They are just so blunt in their words, don't take it to heart."
Sang Fu blinked as if waking from a dream, then looked at Gu Meng, signaling her not to worry: "No, I'm just a little sleepy."
"That's good." Having not adapted to the climate here, Gu Meng felt even more exhausted than she had been when she first visited. She stretched her back, feeling limp. "Let's go back and get some quick showers and bed. We have to get up early tomorrow."
"Yeah, okay."
She looked away and turned a corner to reach the dormitory.
The boys' and girls' dormitories were located in different places, with the girls' dormitories being a little further away. Gu Meng felt sleepy after hearing Sang Fu's talk, and yawned all the way there. As soon as she entered, she waved goodbye to Sang Fu and said goodbye.
This place is remote and unfamiliar, so we should remain vigilant.
Sangfu entered the room, locked the door carefully, and then went to boil water.
Before going to bed, she would put the desk against the door.
While waiting for the water to boil, Sangfu sat down and tried to finish preparing the lessons she had not finished in the afternoon.
There is no heating in this area, so if you want to keep warm you can only light a stove yourself.
Her room was small, so the fire was very effective and could warm up quickly, but Sangfu usually didn't burn as much fire as the villagers' homes did today, for fear that it would be too warm and she would feel lazy and fall asleep while preparing lessons.
She didn't know where she put her pen.
Sang Fu searched the table for a long time but couldn't find it. She fumbled around in her pocket, sometimes she would put a pen in there.
The pen didn't touch it, but it touched a cold, hard circle.
"Where's the ring?"
"Did you drop it? Or lose it? Huh?"
His words still seemed to linger in her ears. Sanfu paused slightly and took out the ring.
There is only one incandescent lamp in this room, and the lighting is not good. The village gave her a separate desk lamp, which does not have a three-color dimming function and always has a single intensity of white light. It will tire your eyes after using it for a long time, but it is better than nothing.
The fine lines on her palm were intertwined, and the ring lay in her palm, reflecting a cold silver light under the lamp.
The corn cob made a sound in the stove, which seemed to bring her back more than half an hour ago.
There were so many people present, and Gu Meng was sitting next to her, so she could see it just by leaning forward a little.
Even if their relationship was really made public, Sang Fu was not used to having intimate behavior in front of the public, not to mention that they were not public at the moment - the information network among young people circulated the fastest, and if it was made public now, perhaps after the teaching was over, her name would be circulated among major universities.
According to their original agreement, remaining unfamiliar with each other was the best option.
Although their relationship has changed a lot, Sangfu still has some issues in her mind that she has not figured out yet.
It was those problems that kept her hiding in this place.
Right now, she really didn't have the energy to think about making the matter public, and to bear the consequences that after making it public, no matter how their relationship was, her name might be tied to Zhuang Mowen's for the rest of her life.
She hasn't made up her mind yet.
Sang Fu wanted to break free from his hand first. Zhuang Mowen clearly didn't hold it hard or tightly, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free.
There was no other way, so she answered him softly, "I left it in the dormitory."
A long time ago, when she was helping Junjun shoot a promotional video, Zhuang Mowen had asked a similar question. At that time, Sang Fu's answer was very clear and her explanation was well-reasoned.
This time, he was vague and just said one sentence. Sang Fu was unsure and didn't know whether he believed it or not.
Zhuang Mo heard this, but his tone remained gentle. Sang Fu didn't look at him and simply replied with two words: "That's it."
But his hand never loosened.
Until Gu Meng suddenly patted her shoulder and came over to talk to her.
"This curd cake looks delicious, doesn't it?"
She shuddered with fear, not knowing whether Zhuang Mowen did it on purpose or if it was just the result of her unleashing her potential, but this time, she pulled her hand back.
Sang Fucai said "hmm" twice in a dazed manner.
When she came to her senses, she had already put the ring into her pocket.
The data cable of the desk lamp had poor contact and was flickering. Sangfu pressed it hard before it lit up again.
She lowered her head and searched around on the ground again, and finally found the inconspicuous pen at the corner of the table.
Just as I picked it up, there was a knock on the door.
Sang Fu put her pen in her lesson plan book and stood up and walked over: "Who?"
"I."
She paused.
The sound outside the door paused for two seconds before sounding again.
"Are you going to keep hiding from me?"
The sound came in through the wooden door. The soundproofing here is not very good, so he must have lowered the volume, so it sounded a bit muffled.
Sangfu was silent for a while, then walked over and opened the door with a click.
It was late at night outside, and there was no light. Only the light from her room fell on him. Zhuang Mowen was very quiet. They looked at each other for a few seconds. He looked at her and smiled: "It's so cold outside, won't you let me come in and sit for a while?"
Sang Fu quickly moved aside.
When the door closed, she asked, "Would you like some water?"
After not seeing each other for a few days, people become as reserved and polite as if they haven't seen each other for years.
"Okay." He didn't refuse and looked at her dormitory environment.
Sangfu turned around, then suddenly remembered something. She paused and turned back: "But there is only my cup here."
Zhuang Mowen's eyes moved away from the table and fell on her face: "Really?"
She nodded.
"It's okay," he said, standing in the dim light, as if smiling, "I don't mind."
Sang Fu looked stunned: "What?"
Zhuang Mowen's smile became more obvious: "No, I'm not thirsty."
After he finished speaking, he looked away again.
Sanfu didn't know what he saw on the table that made him so focused. As she followed him, she asked, "Why are you here too?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "How can I feel at ease if you don't reply to my messages all day long?"
Sanfu pursed her lips and whispered, "You have more important things to do."
After she finished speaking, Zhuang Mowen did not answer. She heard a rustling sound. She looked up and saw Zhuang Mowen frowning as he pulled out an opened medicine box from the table piled with various things.
That's Plateau An American Ginseng and Astragalus Capsule, a medicine to be taken immediately after experiencing altitude sickness symptoms. Tourists coming to Tibet will prepare this medicine, and the possibility that Zhuang Mowen doesn't know about it is basically zero.
"this……"
Sang Fu subconsciously raised her hand to grab it, but Zhuang Mowen dodged it lightly. He glanced at her and pulled out the inner packaging, which had already picked out several grains.
"What's more important?" Zhuang Mowen paused, restored the medicine box to its original state, and handed it to her. His voice was not cold, but a little deep and slow. "You have altitude sickness, but you tell me that I have adapted to it. Isn't this important?"
Seeing that she didn't answer, Zhuang Mowen didn't force it. He turned around, put the box of medicine back to its original place, and continued, "I know the signal here is poor, but I can't leave casually."
When Sangfu sent him the information about the teaching activity, he asked his friends to find out about it.
This place is remote, the signal is poor, and the conditions are harsh. He would feel uneasy if he took any of these points individually, let alone when they were combined together.
He actually wanted to come with her from the beginning, but the scientific research project affected the entire system, and he was busy those days explaining and handling all the laboratory and scientific research matters.
As for her, he could only ask someone to take care of her as much as possible, but he couldn't take care of every detail. He just wanted to know that she was safe.
"Since I'm here, everything has been arranged," he added.
Zhuang Mowen's gaze gently fell on her eyebrows, where the light outlined a soft arc. "Why do you hide when you see me?"
I've been hiding since the first time I saw her at noon.
Sang Fu turned her head slightly away, her mind struck. "I'm not avoiding you."
"Sang Fu," Zhuang Mowen shook his head, "You are not good at lying."
Yes, she is not good at lying or covering up.
Sanfu lowered her eyes, not knowing how not to answer.
Zhuang Mowen looked at her for a long time and was about to speak again, but at this moment, a loud voice came from far outside the house: "Sang Fu!"
Both of them paused slightly and looked out the door.
"It's Gu Meng." Sang Fu looked at Zhuang Mowen, her expression visibly panicked. "What should we do? Why don't you leave first?"
Zhuang Mowen wanted to be angry and laugh at the same time.
When you talk to her, she doesn't say a word, and when someone comes to see her, she is eager to cut off ties with him.
But he still gave her a rational answer: "If you go out now, you might run into her head-on."
"Sangfu, Sanfu, Sanfu——"
The sound was getting closer and closer. It only took half a minute for it to reach her from Gu Meng's room. What Zhuang Mowen said was not unreasonable. Sang Fu bit her lip nervously and made a quick decision the next moment.
She raised her hand and pushed him inside: "Hurry, hide first."
But there is nothing here, not even a closed wardrobe, so where can I hide?
Never mind.
She wanted to hide him in the blind spot of the door as much as possible. When she turned around, the window was bright. The moon tonight was particularly bright, facing the direction they were now. It was obviously too late to draw the curtains.
"Not here." She lowered her voice.
Zhuang Mowen seemed to be eager to be discovered and did not help her at all. He retreated when she pushed him and followed her when she pulled him.
The more anxious she was, the more confused her mind became. Gu Meng's shadow seemed to fall vaguely on the window. Sang Fu could only react subconsciously and put all her strength into pushing Zhuang Mowen onto the safest single bed.
After covering herself with the quilt and turning off the light, Sang Fu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up and leave. The next moment, a hand reached out from under the quilt and pulled her in steadily around the waist.
“!”
Before she could even scream, Sangfu's lips were covered by a dry, warm palm.
In the darkness, she pressed stiffly against him, her heart pounding in her ears. Zhuang Mowen's voice rang out from under the quilt: "Shh."
The hot air fell on her forehead, and Sanfu nodded quickly, and the pressure on her lips eased.
The next second after he let go, Gu Meng knocked on the door:
"Sangfu, Sangfu, why did you turn off the lights? Are you asleep? I just noticed that your cottage cheese cake is here with me. I brought it back to your room, but you didn't take it back."
Although she couldn't see anything, she kept closing her eyes nervously. Her throat was dry from nervousness, as if it was being strangled by a pair of hands. "...I'm going to sleep. You eat now."
"No, they gave this to you. I can't eat it. How about I put it in for you?"
Sang Fu's voice trembled with fear: "No!"
Gu Meng: "What?"
Zhuang Mowen's hand touched his cheek, and he said softly, "Don't be nervous."
Sang Fu steadied her tone again and said, "Then give it to me tomorrow. I'm sleepy and don't want to open the door."
"Okay, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
Gu Meng had no doubts. After she finished speaking, the footsteps faded away.
"Gone?" She was still unsure and asked in a low voice.
Zhuang Mowen opened the quilt a little, looked up and replied, "Yeah, let's go."
Sang Fu felt like she had just been rescued from drowning. Her hands and feet were weak. It might not only be because of Gu Meng, but also because the thin air in the quilt made it a little difficult for her to breathe.
Because of the gap, the moonlight squeezed in through the window, adding a few blurred outlines to the dark vision.
Sangfu finally had enough time to think about the current situation.
She finally realized that this was almost as bad as being discovered by Gu Meng.
The bed was small, so to prevent her from falling, she placed his arm around her waist.
Her entire weight was pressed against his body without reservation. Not only was there breath on her cheek, she could even feel the rise and fall of his chest, carrying her body gently up and down.
The small space inside the quilt became very stuffy after a few breaths, and the coldness was squeezed out of it.
The moonlight slanted down on his eyebrows, and the further he went down, the more blurred his features became. He looked at her quietly.
Sanfu realized later: "It seems strange that we are so scared."
Being so close, she didn't know whether it was out of worry or embarrassment, her voice was as soft as a mosquito.
When Zhuang Mo heard her words, he suddenly laughed softly, and was too lazy to correct her that she was the only one who was afraid of this.
"A little bit," he said lazily, "like having an affair."
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The author has something to say: The fierce Xiao Fu overwhelms her husband... [sunglasses][sunglasses][sunglasses]
The previous article has been revised and published in the early morning. You can see it in the title.
Probably, except for the first scene, all the kissing scenes were deleted, the first official hand-holding scene of the pure love was added, the fireworks scene was polished, and Xiaofu's motivation was made clearer.
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