Chapter 13 Call Back
[call back: bring up or quote previous content.] 】
It was nearly nine o'clock when the two left the set, and the restaurants in the business district were still crowded. For Meng Chu, AA is an iron principle that goes hand in hand with Newton's laws, so they went to an Italian restaurant that Fu Guanshan said was "good value for money."
As soon as you open the menu, the prices that hit you are still heartbreaking.
Meng Chu knew that the other party had made the decision after careful consideration of his fragile self-esteem. He put away his shocked look and calmly calculated the balance in the card. "Shall we..." he asked, "just order the set menu?"
The set menu is more cost-effective than a la carte, and it does not include the most expensive dishes in the restaurant.
"Okay." Fu Guanshan called the waiter.
Meng Chu was a little curious. Fu Guanshan didn't speak Cantonese and his English was not good either. How did he order in Hong Kong? Then he saw him pointing at the menu and saying in a majestic manner: "This...this...and this."
The waiter repeated the menu and asked what side dishes and sauces he wanted. Meng Chu didn't understand some of the English words, but he didn't want to show his timidity, so he chose one blindly.
Fu Guanshan's gesture and tone when he said "yes" were very firm and confident.
The waiter nodded politely and left.
Perhaps noticing Meng Chu's surprise, Fu Guanshan shrugged: "You'll get the hang of it if you listen to it more often."
I don’t know about High Vacuum, but I know Orhiette.
After ordering the food, Fu Guanshan continued to look through the drink menu. “Would you like some more wine?” he asked. “In Hong Kong, Western food at this price is a good deal.”
"……Yeah?"
Fu Guanshan looked up at him and smiled, "Search for the unit price of similar restaurants."
Meng Chu searched and found that the prices in this restaurant were really not high. His heartache about prices did not come from the income gap between Fu Guanshan and him, but from the price gap between Hong Kong and Lincheng.
"Does everyone in Hong Kong earn 20,000 a month?" he sighed. "With my salary, I have to camp in the park with the Filipino maids on weekends."
"There are ways to live with 20,000 yuan and 6,000 yuan," Fu Guanshan thought for a moment and closed the menu. "You should drink some water. You drank so much yesterday and you're still dizzy."
Meng Chu readily agreed, and then discovered that a bottle of distilled water cost thirty-five.
Disneyland suddenly looked like a good deal.
He took a sip, telling himself that this was more sterile than the free tea in ordinary restaurants.
Fu Guanshan had been looking at him quietly, watching him try to drink water and frown at the water with an ambiguous smile.
Meng Chu noticed his gaze and felt a little uncomfortable: "What's wrong?"
"You know our love history much better than I do," Fu Guanshan sighed dreamily, "I didn't even know I was proposed to."
"Well..." Meng Chu said, "Before coming, I wrote a complete set of settings, from our first meeting to the proposal, as well as the detailed dating process and gifts..."
If someone asks you this, how can you not answer it fluently?
He never goes into an examination unprepared.
His original intention was to prove that he had taken the assignment seriously, but then he suddenly discovered that the examiner was looking at him lovingly.
When I was telling the story, it didn't feel real, but now, with the melodious music, the twinkling candles, and the affectionate glances, it seems as if those things really happened.
"It sounds like," Fu Guanshan tapped his cheek with his finger, thoughtfully, "you in this setting really like me."
Meng Chu was at a loss, like a cat that just knocked over a lamp and tried to sneak away, but was caught: "It should be?"
"How much do you like it?"
Meng Chu didn't react: "Ah?"
"How much do you like me in this story you created?"
Meng Chu didn't even blink, why are there additional questions? This is beyond the scope!
Facing the penetrating gaze like a lighthouse, Meng Chu pondered for a moment and gave the answer: "Just like a superconducting magnet attracts ferromagnetic metal."
Fu Guanshan stared at him for a long while and nodded: "Although I don't understand it, it is the ending speech of our movie."
"What?"
"Don't you think this story is like a movie?" Fu Guanshan said longingly, "If one day..."
"Not very good," Meng Chu said, "This story is full of loopholes from beginning to end. Time was too tight, and I didn't have time to polish the details. Fortunately, your colleague is not careful. If he had thought about it, he would have found that, first of all, the company could not lend me so many model aircraft. Secondly, the fireworks show has extremely high requirements for positioning functions. The inertial navigation system and obstacle avoidance system must ensure centimeter-level accuracy, not to mention applying for airspace use permission from the local air traffic control department. I can't afford both the development cost and the time cost, so it must be fake..."
"Stop, stop, stop," Fu Guanshan wiped his face, "No one will discuss technical loopholes, okay?"
"But..." Meng Chu said, "What if someone asks us what software we use to generate the flight trajectory..."
How did the topic turn to the nitpicking conference!
Fu Guanshan drank a mouthful of water angrily, and like a bricklayer, he dug out the memory that had just ruined the atmosphere.
When he rewinded to one minute ago and immersed himself in the romantic love story again, he switched to the touching love saint mode and looked at the person opposite him: "When is your flight? I'll take you there..."
The other party flatly refused: "No, no, no."
Fu Guanshan wanted to struggle a bit more: "I don't have any rehearsal tomorrow morning."
"Then it would be great if you could sleep a little longer and catch up on some sleep," Meng Chu said. "When you came to Hong Kong, I didn't see you off, but I want you to do it. How unfair."
Just because I mentioned accounting once, this guy thinks he thinks he is a bank? Can you calculate every single thing so clearly?
Fu Guanshan pushed aside the wallet with the receipt, propped up his chin with one hand, and looked thoughtful: "But, according to your plan, our relationship is so passionate, I will definitely send you there, and then we will hug and kiss at the airport, I will stand next to the glass curtain wall, waving a handkerchief - no, no, no handkerchief now, waving a hat - watching your flight leave the runway and disappear into the distance..."
He imagined the scene and was moved to tears. Meng Chu imagined the scene and decided to jump off the flight that Fu Guanshan was watching.
And… “The terminal can’t see planes taking off.”
Fu Guanshan glanced at him resentfully, erased the scenes from the ten idol dramas from his mind, and put on sunglasses. "I'm stuffed."
Mengchu's address is too remote, and taking a taxi requires a long detour and is very expensive. Fu Guanshan offered to send him back, but he thought he would not agree. Unexpectedly, he received a very straightforward "thank you".
Fu Guanshan quickly pressed the issue: "Of course, if you go directly to my hotel, it will be convenient and cheap."
"My luggage is still there. How do I get to the airport tomorrow?"
Well, at least I tried.
When they arrived downstairs at the hotel, before getting off the car, Meng Chu suddenly said to Guan Shan: "Come to my room. I have something to give you."
Fu Guanshan was so shocked that he missed the driver's quote, causing Meng Chu to pay first.
This was the worst defeat he had ever experienced in his social life, but it did not affect his excited and anxious mood. He got out of the car with high spirits and did not forget to give Meng Chu a heads-up along the way: "I remind you, I am very, very looking forward to it."
Meng Chu was in a good mood as he managed to pay the bill, and was not frightened by the excessive enthusiasm: "I hope you like it."
"You can make it to my liking."
Meng Chu tilted his head, not understanding what this meant, and took out the room card to open the door.
The indoor space is small, and two people can reach each other by standing in any gap with just a hand raise. Fu Guanshan is very satisfied with this.
Meng Chu took out a paper box, and Fu Guanshan was rubbing his hands ready behind him.
"I originally wanted to bring it to your hotel after arriving in Hong Kong, but I drank too much yesterday and didn't have time." He opened the box and handed it to the other party.
Fu Guanshan looked at the things in the box: "This is... that thing... V..."
"VR helmet," Meng Chu said, "I'm currently working on a project for wearable device chips."
Well, this was not at all what he had imagined. "You want to give me a helmet?"
Meng Chu shook his head: "I just want to show you something."
Fu Guanshan watched Meng Chu debugging the equipment in confusion, put the helmet on his head, and stuffed the handle into his hand.
"You said before that you wanted to travel and get married," Meng Chu said, "but it didn't happen because of me, so I want to make it up to you."
Fu Guanshan was about to ask when Meng Chu picked up the handle and pressed the button.
The furnishings in the room disappeared in an instant, and in front of me was a dark gray metal staircase. The picture was shaking slightly, as if I was climbing the stairs. He turned his head, and his vision shifted to the right as he moved.
He was surprised to see Meng Chu beside him.
He reached out and touched the other person.
Off screen, another hand held his.
He smiled, held the other's hand, and looked into the distance. The whole city was soaked in orange twilight, and the glass pyramid of the Louvre was shining with needle-like silver light.
He's been here, it's the Eiffel Tower.
He followed the picture to the observation deck at the top of the tower and looked down. The Seine River was like a melted platinum necklace, the Sacre-Coeur on Montmartre was floating in the mist, and when a flock of pigeons flew over the Arc de Triomphe, the sound of flapping wings came from his helmet.
Suddenly, the railing beside him loosened, he fell from the top of the tower, and the scene in front of him turned into a blurry mist. He was about to scream when the mist suddenly dispersed on both sides and turned into turquoise ripples.
He was sitting on the bow of a gondola, passing the Bridge of Sighs. On both sides of the canal, large clusters of hydrangeas bloomed in the wet cracks of the bricks.
The shadow of the bridge arch fell on my body, and my vision fell into darkness for a short time. Then when it brightened again, I arrived at the golden beach of the Maldives.
The scenes changed one after another. He flew over the Rose Valley in a hot air balloon, drove a 10,000-ton ship across the Antarctic glaciers, and waded through the primeval forest where there was no sunlight.
In the blink of an eye, the moonlight was already hazy.
He stood on the plywood, with the boundless sea before him. Suddenly, a meteor streaked across the sky.
Then, like fireworks, thousands of arcs of light intertwined into a boiling net, and the sea surface was reflected in bright and dark.
He stared at the wonders in the sky without blinking. After a long time, the last meteor, with a tail that lasted for several seconds, slowly slid down like a drop of silver tear. The scene returned to silence, and he was still sitting there, motionless.
Meng Chu saw that he looked like a zombie, so he reached out his hand worriedly and pushed his shoulder.
He blinked to make sure he was back to reality, took off his helmet, and turned to look at Meng Chu.
"Although it's a little late," Meng Chu said, "I hope you like this wedding."
Since they decided to get married, Fu Guanshan has done most of the efforts. He is very grateful to him, especially for helping him to hold the scene during dinner parties.
Fu Guanshan's life was perfect and there was nothing he could do to help, so he could only satisfy some of the other party's dramatic fantasies within his ability.
He raised his head, hoping to find traces of happiness in the other person's eyes. However, when their eyes met, Fu Guanshan just looked at him silently.
This look was not as affectionate and lingering as before, but just a quiet gaze, as if listening to the sound of her own heartbeat while looking at him.
For some reason, such a simple look made Meng Chu feel flustered.
When the other person looked at him like this, the words he said could no longer be taken as a joke.
He suddenly felt the need to hold onto something, so he grabbed his phone and took a look: "Oh my God, it's so late, you should go back and get some rest."
Fu Guanshan stared at him for a long time, stood up, and waited for him to walk him to the door.
The farewell was unusually silent, and Fu Guanshan didn't speak until he was about to leave. "Thank you," he said, "I love it."
The next day, when Meng Chu dragged out his suitcase, he was surprised to find that Fu Guanshan's nanny car was parked at the entrance of the hotel.
The other person was leaning against the car door in a glamorous manner, with a deliberate posture that could only appear on a fashion poster. With this level of ostentation, the sunglasses and hat are completely like covering up the truth.
He waved to Meng Chu, and Meng Chu urgently searched his memory. He didn't tell the other party the flight time.
"There are only two flights from Hong Kong to Lincheng," Fu Guanshan said, "You can find out by screening."
Since the other party had arrived, Meng Chu of course got in the car. Don’t be fooled by Fu Guanshan’s nonchalant look. Who knows how long he has been sitting in that pose and how sore his legs are.
When they arrived at the airport, Fu Guanshan sent him to the security check and did not leave, but stood there and smiled at him.
Meng Chu became nervous because of his smile. "Don't do those things..." He gestured weakly, "wave goodbye or something..."
"Don't worry," Fu Guanshan said, "I will only do one thing."
Suddenly, he leaned over slightly and moved closer to Meng Chu. Meng Chu instinctively wanted to step back, but the person in front of him grabbed his waist, and he threw himself into the other's arms, and their lips were about to touch. However, at this moment, the other party suddenly stood up and kissed him on the forehead.
"No borrowing of positions today." said Fu Guanshan.
Meng Chu was completely confused and kept replaying the scene. His brain circuits were cut off, and he had no idea how the other party completed this set of actions.
He raised his hand and touched his forehead, unaware that the other person was still holding him.
Fu Guanshan looked at him. This guy was too easy to be taken advantage of. And instead of running away, he just stood there reflecting on his actions. It was really dangerous.
So, he decided to keep hugging her until time did not allow it and then let go. "You're about to board the plane." Fu Guanshan pointed to the flight display screen.
Meng Chu turned his head mechanically, took a deep breath as if waking up from a dream, and quickly ran towards security check. My hands and feet were uncoordinated and after only two steps, the suitcase hit my calf.
He didn't even look back and just plunged into the huge crowd of people queuing up. He didn't see Fu Guanshan waving his hat to him goodbye.
The author has something to say:
Given that image rendering technology also requires a lot of time and money, the video in the article should be spliced together from existing materials on the market. Well, anyway, Teacher Meng found a way to do it.
Actor Fu has not yet realized that when it comes to romance between Mr. Meng and him, it is actually a case of a full-level boss slaughtering a village of novices.
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