Chapter 11 The Hangover
[The Hangover: A painful torture in real life, but in novels, it often makes readers smile. 】
Meng Chu has only experienced a few hangovers in his life. So, just like a question that he had never reviewed appeared on the test paper, he opened his eyes and was met with a huge shock.
It felt like my brain was being sawed in half and then put back together.
There is a smell of humus in the mouth, and if you use it to grow mushrooms, they will definitely grow vigorously.
In addition to the overlapping images caused by astigmatism, there are also spots of light.
He groaned in pain and turned his head away.
Next to him was a sleeping face.
The world collapsed with a bang.
Meng Chu suddenly moved back, hung in the air, and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the hotel had carpet, so I didn't get hurt.
"It's just like a movie." A lazy voice came.
Meng Chu grabbed the edge of the bed and poked his head out from the side. Fu Guanshan leaned sideways, supported his chin, and admired his messy head. His smile was dazzling in the sunlight.
"Uh..." Meng Chu pieced together the clues, "You were the one who sent me back yesterday?"
"Um."
"Is this your room?"
"Um."
"I slept here all night. Have you been taking care of me?"
"Well," Fu Guanshan said, "you should look down now to see if your clothes are properly dressed, then look at me with horror and ask me what happened last night."
Meng Chu looked confused, perhaps because he couldn't find his glasses: "Didn't I just figure out what happened last night?"
"……All right."
Fu Guanshan sat up and stretched out his hand to him. The ring on his ring finger was shining. Meng Chu hesitated for a moment, then took it, climbed up, sat on the edge of the bed, and felt dizzy again.
Meng Chu covered his head and shook the paste inside to make it more even. "Thank you. I'm sorry to bother you."
Fu Guanshan was very dissatisfied with his politeness, but he just asked: "Who did you drink with yesterday? Why did you get so drunk?"
Meng Chu mentioned a few names, and Fu Guanshan was confused. Then Meng Chu said, "It's you who is in the field of electronic design."
Fu Guanshan suddenly realized, then shook his head: "How come you, a bunch of scientists, drink like sales champions?"
Meng Chu smiled at this question. "Who said it wasn't true? I chose academics because I don't know how to socialize. I thought I could have fewer dinners and drinking parties, but the result is still the same."
Fu Guanshan quickly accepted the definition of "all crows are black". Looking at Meng Chu's pale face, he sighed: "You are too honest. You drink without any adulteration. You drink one cup after another so vigorously."
Meng Chu's eyes widened: "Can this be fake?"
Fu Guanshan looked at him lovingly, like a martial arts master meeting his new disciple.
"I don't understand the ins and outs of this," he looked at Fu Guanshan, "Do you often attend such dinners?"
Fu Guanshan agreed with a vicissitudes of life in his eyes: "I used to respect others, but now others respect me. It's really annoying."
"You, a king of drinking parties, are also annoyed?"
Fu Guanshan looked at him thoughtfully: "How do you know I'm the king of drinking?"
Just as Meng Chu was about to explain his reasoning, Fu Guanshan interrupted him happily: "It must be from my temperament. Yes, that's me."
Meng Chu shut up.
Fu Guanshan glanced at him, feeling very sad that he did not agree, and then skillfully continued the interrupted topic: "It's not that I hate wine. It's very happy when friends get together, drink and chat. You have never been to our dinner party. The whole thing is not about drinking, but about accompanying people to drink. Wine is an excuse. The point is that the people in the bureau use wine to show off their power. The kind inside, the kind of..."
He tried to find the words but got stuck. Mengchu said, "Structural oppression and compliance testing?"
"Ah... yes," Fu Guanshan said affirmatively, "I hate that."
Meng Chu smiled and didn't ask what the two words meant.
"By the way," Fu Guanshan suddenly put on a serious expression, "When I brought you back yesterday, I found..." He ignored Meng Chu's dizzy face and pointed to his forehead, "There seems to be a scar on your hairline?"
Meng Chu touched his forehead reflexively.
Yes, it is a very shallow line, buried in the hair all year round, so it is not obvious.
"How did this happen?"
Meng Chu put his hand down. "It happened a long time ago," he said. "My deskmate in front of me in elementary school was a bit... difficult to get along with. One time, he wanted me to pass him a note during a test, but I was too timid to agree, so he grabbed my head and hit me twice."
Fu Guanshan frowned: "Bumped twice?"
Meng Chu demonstrated it with gestures. At that time, the other party grabbed the back of his collar with one hand and pressed his head with the other hand, and slammed it down on the desk. The first hit was very painful, but the second hit didn’t feel anything at all, my brain was already numb.
The wound was not big, just a little bleeding. But in the next few days, Meng Chu had a little tinnitus and couldn't hear clearly what others were saying. But it wasn't obvious, he was just a quiet guy.
Fu Guanshan froze, his eyes filled with disbelief and rage. "Such a big thing happened, doesn't your teacher care?"
"He told me to tell the teacher that I was hit by the ball, otherwise I would be dead after school."
"And then? You didn't really say that, did you?"
"Um……"
Fu Guanshan was silent.
Seeing the other party's disappointed look, Meng Chu began to regret telling this story. Once, he shared his experience under a post discussing school violence. Of course, it starts with "I have a classmate." However, the comments seemed to be more critical of him than the child who hit him: How could you be so weak? Why don't you resist? Do you know that you are condoning bullies and school violence?
"Where are your parents?" Fu Guanshan's tone was a little gloomy, "Why don't you tell them and let them stand up for you?"
This was the first time that a wavering look appeared on Meng Chu's face since the beginning of the conversation. Even when he was telling the story of how he almost had a concussion, he was nonchalant and calm, as if it was just a recollection that was not worth mentioning.
But now he bowed his head.
"You didn't tell them the truth either?" Fu Guanshan stood up and stared at him, "Why?"
"My mother was ill at the time," Meng Chu said. "We spent a lot of money on medical treatment, but her condition didn't improve at all. Our family was almost at the end of its rope both financially and mentally..."
Fu Guanshan took a deep breath. "Even if you don't want to make your parents worry, you don't have to do this," he said. "Even if you are sick, knowing that your child has suffered so much, your parents will still..."
"They are not my biological parents," said Meng Chu.
This news was like thunder in the house, and Fu Guanshan fell silent instantly.
"It's a common story," Meng Chu said. "They wanted a child but nothing happened in years, so they adopted me. And then..."
Then they had their own children.
The pressure is too great and you are too eager to achieve success, which will prevent you from realizing your wishes. After giving up hope and relaxing your mind, you will succeed.
"So? Because you were adopted, they don't care about you?" Fu Guanshan's eyes burned red with anger, and his reaction was much more intense than the person involved. "Even if there are a lot of troubles at home, they can't let you be bullied like this!"
Meng Chu was frightened by his emotions, and was slightly stunned, and said: "It's me who doesn't want to gamble."
"What?"
"I was afraid that if I told them, they wouldn't go to the school to seek justice as I hoped," Meng Chu said. "I was afraid they would ask me to be more sensible because my family was in such a difficult situation... I didn't dare to take the risk because I was afraid that I would be right."
He is really a cowardly and twisted person, and has been like this since he was a child.
He looked up at Fu Guanshan, hoping to get his understanding. However, when his eyes touched the familiar face, he was startled by a certain gloom.
When he was silent and expressionless like this, he realized for the first time how intimidating the figure of the person in front of him was.
Fu Guanshan stared at him, and when he spoke, his voice was filled with some kind of long-lasting sorrow: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Hmm..." Meng Chu was a little flustered. The prenuptial agreement didn't mention writing a childhood memoir. "It happened so long ago, I wouldn't have remembered it if you hadn't told me. As for adoption... I haven't found a suitable opportunity to mention it. Look, now you know it, don't you?"
Fu Guanshan pressed his forehead with his hand and remained silent for a long time. It seemed as if the bullet of childhood hit not Meng Chu, but him.
Meng Chu had never expected that an incident in the past could make an optimist so lonely. He felt panicky and wanted to break this unusual feeling: "It's okay. I'm fine now, right? Although I hadn't been hit those times, I might have been smarter. Maybe I would have been an outstanding young man now..."
These were just two words of comfort he had to say. He had already done his best today and there was no more he could have said.
Fortunately, when he said the last sentence, Fu Guanshan finally raised his head and his expression returned to normal.
When he spoke again, the topic had changed. "Don't drink so much in the future. Isn't it like you are doing advanced math problems with others? People should know their own strengths."
"Oh..." Meng Chu was relieved that the conversation had returned to its original style. Although he felt that advanced mathematics was not necessary, the college entrance examination questions would be enough. "I understand..."
Fu Guanshan continued in a tone of teaching and learning: "For someone like you who can't drink, you must be determined not to drink from the first time you attend a drinking party. You must never open your mouth to drink. Once you open your mouth, it will be too late."
Meng Chu was a little embarrassed: "But the fact that I can drink has already spread?"
"Then take me with you next time," Fu Guanshan said, "I'll drink for you."
Meng Chu opened his eyes slightly. "That... is not necessary," he said, "You've already gone to enough trouble to send me back. By the way, I haven't thanked you for taking care of me last night..."
Fu Guanshan gave up the idea of asking him not to treat himself as an outsider - this was more difficult than advanced mathematics. If you don’t discard it, then use it: “So how are you going to thank me?”
Meng Chu paused. "Well..." He thought for a moment and said, "Will you treat me to dinner?"
Fu Guanshan sighed and covered his head, looking sleepy and painful. "I had a scene last night... no, I had a scene this morning," he said. "I could only sleep until the last minute, but I only closed my eyes for ten minutes to pick you up. I finally came back from filming, and I had barely been lying down for half an hour when you fell off the bed and woke me up."
Meng Chu immediately became frightened. "Then...then..." He fell into despair, "Then how do you want me to thank you?"
Occupying the moral high ground, Fu Guanshan leaned back on the bed and said, "Come and visit the set."
Meng Chu half squinted his eyes, perhaps because his vision was blurry, or perhaps because he didn't understand the meaning of visiting the set.
"Those who have girlfriends or wives, their partners all came to the set with flowers and snacks," Fu Guanshan said, "I didn't even get a phone call, where can I put my face?"
"That……"
"I have a scene this evening," Fu Guanshan said, "If I'm lucky, it will be over by seven. Come to the set after the meeting, and Haiqiu will bring you in."
Meng Chu had never seen actors filming before, and he was curious but also a little nervous. Coming to the set means he has to enter a place full of strangers.
Still came in the name of family members.
Just imagining it made him nervous.
"Then I..." Meng Chu bit his lip, "How should I...comfort you?"
Fu Guanshan crossed his legs - not to look cool, but to show off his long legs. “This is homework, Mr. Meng,” he said, “but I have to warn you that I’m very vain, so you have to be very, very enthusiastic.”
“Enthusiasm” is difficult enough, and it’s two orders of magnitude more difficult. Meng Chu wanted to ask for details, but Fu Guanshan had already lay down with his eyes closed.
"Hangovers are terrible," he patted the empty pillow next to him, "Get some more sleep."
"I have to go back to the meeting."
Fu Guanshan opened one eye and said, "You're going back when you're so dizzy? You guys need to check attendance for the meeting?"
"No, but I really want to listen to this lecture," Meng Chu said, "The professor is the person in charge of the newly developed biosensor chip of STM. It is said that he will talk about how they innovate ECG and EMG signal acquisition...Are you asleep?"
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