Chapter 3: 3 draws of beautiful scenery, but the sky is at stake, no, human life is at stake...
How terrifying it is to see cattle and horses transform into tigers and wolves! Is this a decline in morality or a distortion of human nature?
Tang Ke stood up suddenly, and everything above his neck was hot! And this!
"The other party is typing..."
Fu Yu
"The other party is typing..."
Fu Yu
"The other party is typing..."
"Stop scolding me, brother." Tang Ke broke out in a cold sweat. She swore she would never again engage in abstraction, turn over a new leaf, forever hang out with cats and dogs, never stir up trouble again, and return the internet to a pure land. She swore...
Null: "Nervous, huh?"
?
Tang Ke stared at these three words, then suddenly realized that this person was mean and mean. Okay, all the above statements are invalid. She stepped forward with a bold move and continued to be the little emperor of the Internet.
Tank: "Big brother usually passes people like crossing the street / he's quite good at it.jpg"
Null: "Sister is usually quite domineering/I admire you.jpg"
Tang Ke suspected he'd been hanging out on forums in his early years, and upon inquiry, it turned out to be true. No wonder his attacks were so powerful. Dong Ci called for dinner, so she put her phone down. Her father had just returned from work, and the timing was perfect, so she could sit down and have dinner. So, before Tang Ke became the subject of table talk, she listened to a crosstalk performance by a middle-aged couple.
"You absolutely can't choose a husband like your dad." Dong Ci has heard this sentence so many times, but she still enjoys emphasizing it. "He's busy and doesn't know how to help. He just goes for a drink when his boss calls. What kind of Mingtang drink is that? His salary hasn't increased, and he even loses hundreds of dollars."
Tang's father just kept scrambling eggs with leeks. He couldn't argue with her, so he had to pretend to be busy. Finally, he used his daughter to change the subject, "How was your blind date today?"
"Don't mention it." Tang Ke was too lazy to tell the story again. Besides, her father didn't really want to hear it. He just wanted to take the blame because he was tired of being scolded.
This kind of conversation recurred every now and then. The Chinese practice of endless practice is ingrained in them: if they can't solve a problem, they keep doing it; if they don't find a partner they keep looking for one. It wasn't that Tang Ke initially resisted, arguing that he'd rather be alone than with someone he didn't like. Even though he no longer held high hopes for real love, he couldn't cut off his heel and insist that the crystal slippers would fit. He didn't yearn for happiness that much, nor was he foolish enough to suffer for no reason.
How can you call it suffering? Her parents retorted. Life is supposed to be this way. By your twenties, you should be talking about marriage, finding a good family, settling down, and having a child or two—that's how life is complete. When your parents get old and can't care for you anymore, you'll have to rely on your husband and children. People are supported by two pillars. Don't say you can do it alone. When you actually see other people getting married, having children, and having happy families eating together during holidays, you'll be the one feeling the pain. Some people have the means and choose to have children without getting married. That's their skill. For us, ordinary families, we just want a stable, simple life...
The long speeches made Tang Ke's brain blank. As the times and educational backgrounds were different, she couldn't make any sense out of them even if she tried her best to argue with them. So she just obeyed reluctantly, practicing Tai Chi like a master.
Distrusting her daughter's judgment, Dong Ci immediately scrutinized Fu Yu's dating profile, scrutinizing it thoroughly from head to toe, from name to experience. She couldn't find any major flaws, and everything seemed acceptable. But the fact that her frivolous daughter had proactively invited him out meant there was a possibility of something fishy going on, so she remained cautious and cautious.
Tang Ke didn't contact Fu Yu again during the following working days. Her workplace was in another district, and she usually rented a house. On weekends, she had to take the light rail for an hour and a half, and then take a taxi for 20 minutes to go home. She waited for a thousand years just for a meal of copper oven chicken, otherwise she couldn't stand the blind date.
The family members had been fully exploited, and no matter how much Tang Ke wanted the coupon, he had no choice but to reluctantly give it up and treat the guests at the original price.
She sent a voice message to Fu Yu, saying that she would arrive in ten minutes.
The sun was shining brightly today. Fu Yu stood in front of the Gu Ming shop, waiting for orders. He was a bit irritated by the ultraviolet rays. He would get angry if anyone said that men carrying umbrellas in the summer were effeminate. He leaned against the wall, vaguely enjoying the weak air conditioning in the shop, and replied: "Watch the ad to speed up."
"I want to too! But no advertisers are looking for me! Advertising space is for rent! Advertising space is for rent!" Tang Ke shouted in the wind.
"Congratulations on your prosperity and good luck!"
「Already invested in Douyin+」
"Thank you, Big Brother Bang, for the carnival! The anchor is coming as fast as he can!"
Tang Ke opened the red envelope, thinking it was just a few cents, but "200.00 yuan" suddenly appeared in front of her.
Fu Yu took a cup of fruit tea and an iced latte, and walked quickly into the Tonglu Chicken Shop in the sun, with the phone in his pocket buzzing.
“…”
"Have you really been the top brother on the list?"
No. But Fu Yu wasn't prepared to answer honestly. He couldn't actually ask the woman to treat him to a meal. He had countless opportunities to live off her, but his mother had nipped them in the bud. His mother had instilled in him the masculine qualities of being neither humble nor overbearing, as prenatal education.
"Yes, I am the AAA one-stop hardware wholesaler. Don't tell anyone."
At this point, things had actually already gone beyond the realm of manliness. Fu Yu was very impressed by her own witty response, not letting any of her words fall flat. Tang Ke was the same. She would not give up until she received a "Hahahaha hilarious" or "You seem to have that serious illness" from the other party.
Ten minutes flew by in a flash. Tang Ke, braving the sun, exited the taxi and rushed into the shop, her dark-skinned constitution making her avoid it as much as possible. She spotted Fu Yu in his usual seat and waved excitedly, feeling strangely like a stranger in a foreign land, yearning for family during the holidays. If Dong Ci knew her daughter had misused the 300 Tang poems so much, she'd probably cry out in disgrace and resign.
Fu Yu has a very typical wooden face, thanks to his wooden eyes that look like they are out of body due to being exposed to electronic products. Because of this, he is often mistaken for an unethical undergraduate who is not good at speaking and likes to bite his nails. In fact, he is eloquent and often cuts his nails. He failed physics - well, he passed it later and made a comeback to become one of the top students in the school, but the price he paid was failing Chinese.
So although he has a wooden face, his hands are very flexible.
He deftly handed Tang Ke a cup of fruit tea.
"Oh my god, what's going on?" Tang Ke was flattered. She looked over and over at the fruit tea to see what it tasted like. OMG, it was her favorite super-A cheese grape tea. She had this at work the day before yesterday. Seeing the baby again.
"Brother, you are so polite. I feel embarrassed." She inserted the straw.
Fu Yu twitched his lips. "Just a second ago, you said on WeChat that you would kill me within three days."
"Hahahahahaha!" Tang Ke covered half of his face with his hands, unable to suppress his hearty laughter.
Who knew they could even talk about splits after just ten minutes, and she ended up sending an emoji of a QQ penguin with a knife, threatening to "take your head off within three days." Don't be picky, harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth!
"What did your parents say when you got home that day?" Tang Ke asked as he cleaned up and started eating.
"He didn't say anything, just told me to try it and gave me two thousand yuan." Fu Yu replied while serving himself rice. The child knew from a young age that people are iron and rice is steel.
"You can actually get funding for blind dates?" Tang Ke was a little jealous. Her family had nothing, and she had to beg for the meal coupons in a nice way.
"My mother's mobile phone is bound to my own Bank of Communications card, and the money went from my left trouser pocket to my right trouser pocket." Fu Yu was inconsolable. His mother's tricks were more advanced than those of the Crane's Beak Red.
Tang Ke smacked his lips, "It's so happy to be your mother."
"? My dad won't agree."
Afterwards, the two chatted casually about their elders' views on blind dates and marriage, and the granularity of the frustration felt by the current generation of post-90s who try to stay at home and only end up sitting there and dying. Their parents are equally anxious, and their words are similar, all hypnotizing them with the tone of the old people's experience being more important than anything else: Hurry up and get married!
What exactly is marriage? School doesn't teach it. Can you understand it by playing in the mud? Can you understand it by doing math? Can you understand it by watching your parents bicker during the day and then have to sleep in the same bed at night? Or can you understand it by listening to the washing machine chugging away? What is marriage? Is it so good that people are scrambling to get into it, like taking the civil service exam? Or is it a silent social discipline, an implicit compulsory course in life? Can someone explain, without pretense or showmanship, what marriage is? What are the consequences of getting married? What are the consequences of not getting married?
“I don’t understand.”
“I don’t understand.”
The two said in unison.
Tang Ke thought she was better than him. At least she had been in a relationship once in real life, though it was a premature love affair. She broke up and got back together with that guy countless times, but looking back, she realized that high school was only three years, and after her youth, it all seemed like child's play. Fu Yu, on the other hand, had never had a girlfriend, had been single since birth, and had never even had an ambiguous relationship. There was indeed something wrong with his youthful love story.
"Why? You really haven't had a relationship? That's kind of pathetic." Tang Ke didn't believe it at first. Sixteen or seventeen is the age when love blossoms. If he hadn't encountered the rainy season, could he have never met someone he loved? Even if he was sixteen or seventeen and working hard and didn't think about it, ten years later, he had never thought about dating after growing up? What kind of a genius...
"What's miserable? Is it miserable to have never been in love?"
"Yeah, just like no one else."
Fu Yu's expression was blank: "Wow."
He didn't elaborate on the real reason he hadn't found a girlfriend. He said he'd grown a bit obsessed with being an idol, that he'd been skinny and pale in his youth, and that he'd been so consumed by his studies that he'd never had the time for a relationship. Later, he became so absorbed in programming and gaming that he never felt a liking for love. He did, however, enjoy watching romantic variety shows, idol dramas, and TV series, like "Temptation of Home" and "Empresses in the Palace," which he could finish in a single episode while munching on sunflower seeds.
"I feel like I'm just copying things down because I'm too late to finish my homework." Tang Ke bit his straw dejectedly and sighed. "Marriage doesn't seem so important these days. You can always get divorced. My high school geography teacher got married three times and still feels unsatisfied... Of course, I can't just get married casually. I won't do anything that makes my life difficult."
"I don't know. I'm not smart yet. I'm just waiting for good fortune." Fu Yu acted badly on the spot.
"Oh..." Tang Ke looked at him apologetically, "Whose fart was so unpleasant? You are not unintelligent. You are pure and innocent, beautiful and intelligent, so beautiful that you can make fish sink to the bottom of the water, geese drop to the ground, and the moon hide in shame!"
Fu Yu raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised that she could say so much in one breath, and slowly uttered two words: "Cancel subscription."
Tang Ke got up to go to the bathroom, and Fu Yu took this opportunity to answer the phone. His phone had been on silent mode, and he didn't answer the call his colleague called him ten minutes ago.
"Hello?"
"Why didn't you answer the phone? Are you fooling around outside? Are you still thinking about me when you come back?" The person on the other end spoke very quickly. If it weren't for the screen, he would have questioned him right in the face.
Fu Yu was used to it and quickly responded, "Who broke your teeth again and is talking so loudly?"
“…”
His colleague Wu Jiang is a classmate of his, and they interned and became regular employees at the same time. They usually get along very well, except when they are working on projects. When it comes to adversity, a friend is always there, and that is Wu Jiang.
"No, you're on another blind date?" Wu Jiang had a girlfriend, a date of eight years, in the product design team next door. The company didn't allow office romances, but he couldn't stop him from bringing in money. As a senior in relationships, he often watched Fu Yu being forced to go on blind dates at home as a joke.
Fu Yu's eyes fell on Tang Ke's bag. Recalling the way she pouts to apologize to him, he replied, "Yes, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, just asking if you want to play games tonight."
"No."
"Why? Are you so arrogant?"
"If you don't want to fight, then don't fight. Hang up."
Wu Jiang sensed something was amiss. "Why are you being so reserved today? Is your blind date across the street?"
"No."
"Stop pretending."
"You're annoying, hang up."
Before leaving her seat, Tang Ke rummaged through her bag for toilet paper, forgetting to zip it up. The soft brown leather bag opened wide, revealing lipstick, a folding mirror, loose powder, mints, and a baji. Fu Yu stared at her bag in a daze. That was all he saw, his mind not thinking.
It was not until he heard footsteps getting closer that he averted his gaze and turned his face away to drink his coffee in an attempt to hide his mistake.
Okay, he admitted, he was being reserved. He was nervous. He'd been chatting too long, and now he was worried about what he'd do if she saw through his true loser self. But then he thought it was unnecessary. After this meal, she wouldn't have the chance to see clearly. Why was he nervous? It felt like something was blocking his chest. He couldn't work overtime next week, lest he have a heart attack on the road one day.
Tang Ke came back from the bathroom, pulled out a chair, and casually said, "Why don't we just get married?"
"Cough... cough cough cough!" The careless Fu Yu was ambushed by the ice latte and started coughing violently.
Tang Ke had just stepped one leg in and hadn't had time to sit down when he saw how desperate he was, so he stretched out his hand to pat his back and said, "Be careful, you might have a miscarriage."
"Cough... cough..." Fu Yu choked on the air in his nose, unable to exhale or swallow it. He screamed in his heart: "I can catch it, I can catch it! Could this water have been poisoned with musk? Quick... Quick, call the imperial physician! You see, I can catch it. Wait until I finish coughing..."
Stubbornness is nothing more than a few tears. Tang Ke leaned over to see if he was alright. His neck was red from coughing, but it wasn't anything serious...
Question.
Fu Yu pressed the back of his hand against his nose, frowning uncomfortably. The corners of his eyes were moist, two blue veins bulged out of his temples, his glasses had slipped down pitifully, and a small mole half an inch above his right eyebrow trembled slightly.
“…”
Beautiful scenery, but what can we do about it? No, human life is at stake.
Tang Ke handed over a piece of paper and stared at the mole. "Are you okay?"
Fu Yu looked up, suddenly wanting to let all the masculine qualities of neither humble nor arrogant go to hell. The more vulnerable, the luckier, understand? He was proposed to. Do you understand the meaning of that? Being proposed to by a girl with an interesting personality, full of fragrance, shining eyes, and a beautiful voice. Who can understand him?
"It's okay, what did you just say?" he asked calmly, forgetting to adjust his glasses.
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