Chapter 16
[Compromise: Motivationalism does not agree with this attitude towards life, but people are not always able to find a profession, job, or partner that completely suits their wishes. 】
Meng Chu arrived at the airport with a head full of annoyance.
He was tasked with welcoming the experts and arrived half an hour early, only to find that he had missed the message from the dean's office.
The expert's flight was delayed and he had to wait at the airport for more than an hour. It's not cost-effective to take a taxi back and then come back, and waiting is a waste of time.
He originally planned to find a coffee shop to sit for a while, but the flow of people at the airport was abnormal, so he was curious and just stood there and watched for a while.
Lincheng's airport is not large, and the arrival hall is submerged in a sea of flowers. Suddenly, it was as if a bomb fell into the crowd. The noise exploded instantly, and everyone squirmed forward. Meng Chu was like being sucked into the wheat stalks of a thresher. It was too late for him to run.
He looked toward the center of the commotion and saw a head that stood out from the crowd.
Curiosity kills the cat.
Fu Guanshan smiled and waved to the crowd, his eyes swept over and suddenly stopped.
Meng Chu looked into his eyes and broke out in a cold sweat.
He stared at Meng Chu for a while, raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and took off his sunglasses.
The bomb dropped again.
Meng Chu couldn't find a cave to hide in, so he could only stand obediently among the crowd. In this situation, he didn't dare to predict what the actor would do.
Fu Guanshan stared at him quietly until his face was filled with panic and his eyes blinked irregularly as if sending Morse code, then he revealed a barely perceptible smile.
"Thank you for your enthusiasm," he said to the crowd, "but the airport is a public facility and we will affect other people who come to pick up the plane. Please leave here. Be safe and don't crowd."
The fans lingered there, but their voices were much quieter and they stopped pushing and shoving.
Fu Guanshan winked at Meng Chu, made a gesture, and pointed in a certain direction. Meng Chu looked and saw that it was the emergency exit.
Is it to let him take the opportunity to escape?
Meng Chu was filled with gratitude and immediately walked towards the exit. Just as he reached the road and was about to go around to the shopping area on the second floor, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw Fu Guanshan. Without saying a word, he was hugged tightly in his arms.
"I knew it," Fu Guanshan said, "I'm sure you will understand."
? What do you know?
Fu Guanshan turned around again and said to his agent proudly, "You said we couldn't meet, now you see what it means to be in sync with each other."
ah? Does that gesture mean meeting?
He was about to explain when the driver drove over and he vaguely saw fans chasing after him from behind. With extremely skillful movements, Fu Guanshan opened the car door, pushed Meng Chu in, squeezed him in, and closed the door in one go. Before Meng Chu could finish uttering the first word, the car drove away.
The airport disappeared from view.
Meng Chu was shocked, and his partner, who had no tacit understanding with him, became even more excited: "I wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect you to come to pick me up. How did you find out my itinerary?"
Meng Chu was so moved by the words that he was seized by the power for half a minute. He opened his mouth, guilt mixed with embarrassment, and just as the truth was about to come out, he was slapped under the car.
"Uh..." His brain was working rapidly, "I found out the same way the fans found out."
"You..." Fu Guanshan covered his chest, "How come you, a person who has never visited Weibo for thousands of years, sneaked into my fan group?"
The other party was like the cracked land that had finally received a drop of rain after a long drought. Meng Chu was speechless and could only agree.
That's pretty much the truth. Doesn't he read a lot of fan comments?
"Have you eaten? It's too late to come to pick up the plane at this time," Fu Guanshan said, "Let's go..."
"No, no." Meng Chu stared out the window. They had already reached the outer ring road, and he had to go back to pick them up at the airport! He quickly reviewed the surrounding facilities in his mind, "I... um... we have a school-enterprise activity this afternoon, and it's about to start."
"Where?" Fu Guanshan asked, "I'll take you there."
"It's right there!" Meng Chu pointed to the sign of the next exit, "Changxin Industrial Park, just drop me off at the entrance of the park. You're not full from the airplane meal, are you? Go and fill your stomach..."
He looked out the window nervously, not daring to look at Fu Guanshan, for fear that the other party would notice something.
Fu Guanshan pondered for a moment and said, "That's fine."
Meng Chu breathed a sigh of relief. That was the limit of his acting skills just now.
"Then let's meet at home." Fu Guanshan said again.
Meng Chu raised it again in one breath.
"The next trip is still several weeks away. I plan to rest in Lincheng for a while," Fu Guanshan said with a kind look, "You don't mind if I stay for a while?"
Given Meng Chu's current level of guilt, he would agree even if Fu Guanshan wanted to live with him for the rest of his life.
"Okay," Meng Chu said, "I'll give you the spare key."
Fu Guanshan smiled and dropped him off at the entrance of the industrial park.
As soon as the car drove away, Meng Chu immediately called a taxi back to the airport.
There were a lot of things going on in the afternoon - Meng Chu came in with the experts and could only sit in the front row to attend the lecture. The dean drafted him in and asked him to write a report about the lecture.
Then his master's degree student came to ask questions again. This guy had no sense of boundaries and often put his head close to look at his computer screen, which made Meng Chu very annoyed.
By the time his thoughts settled, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.
He drank a cup of tea, relaxed quietly for a while, then stood up suddenly, his heart screaming.
What did you promise?
Living together for several weeks, isn't that cohabitation?
He bit his nails and thought back to the night before he got the marriage certificate—multiplied by 20? Can we still live like this?
He glanced at the screen in distress and began to comfort himself. He accepted everything as it came and never had conflicts with anyone, and all he did was increase the amount of cleaning he did.
It’s nothing, just doing odd jobs, he is best at it.
After encouraging himself, he decided to go home.
However, it turned out that he was too optimistic.
As soon as he entered the living room, he kicked something hard.
He lowered his head and saw Fu Guanshan's 28-inch suitcase lying on the ground, still open, taking up a large amount of space.
He took a look inside. The data cable and earphones were in a quantum entangled state, the shirt had formed four-dimensional wrinkles, and the belts were all Möbius strips - was this a suitcase? This is the end point of the universe's entropy increase!
He saw the light on in the second bedroom and was about to ask his roommate when the roadblocks would be removed, but then he saw Fu Guanshan lying on the bed, checking his phone.
Meng Chu's pupils trembled: The coat this man is wearing must be the one from the airport!
The clothes I brought back from Hong Kong had been through so many public places and on so many vehicles, and they were actually sticking to the bed!
"Um..." Meng Chu bit his lip and planned to wash the clothes in the box one by one. "Do you want to wash the clothes in the box?"
"It's okay," Fu Guanshan said, "They all need to be dry cleaned. Just send them all to the store tomorrow."
Who delivered it? A housekeeping elf?
"If you don't have clean pajamas," Meng Chu continued, "there's a bedding store downstairs. I'll buy you a new set."
"No need," Fu Guanshan said, "I only wear one brand. It's in my suitcase. I'll find it later."
Can you find it? That black hole of clothes!
"Oh, by the way," Fu Guanshan pointed to the wall opposite the bed and said, "Can I buy a new wardrobe and put it here? I just measured the size and it can fit a 2-meter sliding door wardrobe."
Meng Chu hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly turned his head to confirm his vision: "Isn't there a wardrobe here?"
"You are not serious? How can this be enough?"
Meng Chu had a bad feeling: "Aren't you only staying for a few weeks?"
"Yes, luckily it's only a few weeks, otherwise the whole room wouldn't be enough. There are more than a dozen hats."
Are you Nezha?
Fu Guanshan looked at him hesitantly and sat up. After a day's journey, this guy seems to be in good spirits. "Tomorrow morning is our first meal together." The word "living together" struck Meng Chu's nerves. "What shall we eat?"
"Pan Pan and Calbee."
Fu Guanshan was shocked: "Isn't this the same as last time?"
Ah, Meng Chu thought, this was his regular breakfast, but Fu Guanshan thought it was an exception. “There’s also Wan Chai Pier and San Quan.”
"You just eat these unhealthy things?"
Meng Chu felt offended: "I carefully selected these brands."
"What about lunch and dinner?"
"In the cafeteria."
"Aren't you going home for dinner tonight?"
"I usually get off work around nine, but eleven is possible."
Fu Guanshan was silent for a while, then said, "We can only eat breakfast together, and it's frozen dumplings? Can we at least eat something fresh?"
Meng Chu was a little embarrassed. He didn't want to change his eating habits. This was the most comfortable and convenient route he had found after a lot of effort, and it had become a fixed part of his schedule.
He likes to boil water before washing his face and have breakfast right after washing up. He experimented many times before determining this precise time.
"I found a few breakfast shops, all of which have good reviews," Fu Guanshan said, "I wrote down their signature dishes, and we can eat them in order."
It sounds like a popular breakfast shop would require queuing, finding a seat, and making him arrive at work half an hour late.
But the other party has made a strategy, and put so much thought into it, just to make him eat better...
Meng Chu said, "Okay." Then he began to regret it.
Fu Guanshan smiled proudly and lay back on the bed. Meng Chu screamed in his heart: Take off your dirty clothes quickly!
"Aren't you going to take a shower?" Meng Chu asked tentatively.
"You go first," Fu Guanshan said, "it's still early."
Although they lived in different rooms, Meng Chu's sleep was so light that he would wake up even if a pin drop occurred. And the guy opposite him was a bathhouse singer, so he needed to check his schedule. "What time do you go to bed?"
"I don't know, it depends on my mood," Fu Guanshan thought for a moment, "I slept on the plane today, so two o'clock is the best."
Every word in this sentence was unfamiliar to Meng Chu.
He immediately calmed down and thought back to his previous dormitory life. It wasn't the first time he lived with someone. It was just that the living habits were different. It's only three weeks, right? He lived with a snoring roommate for four years.
He held his falling heart: "What are you going to do in the next few weeks?"
He was away all day, and it felt like leaving his partner alone in the empty room - wait, that's a weird wording.
Fu Guanshan said: "You forgot that I grew up here, so I can bump into my elementary school classmates."
Just as Meng Chu nodded, the other party continued, "I also saw a video of a fortune teller who is very accurate. I immediately made an appointment. It is said that she can use tarot cards to predict your physical condition next year."
The corner of Meng Chu's mouth twitched: "Don't you believe in the Heavenly Master?"
The feudal superstition system should also be unified!
"Isn't it more scientific to find a few more and compare them?" Fu Guanshan said, "It's just like when you do an experiment, you have to do it several times."
Meng Chu took a deep breath, recited "prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony" eight times in his mind, and said, "Don't buy crystal."
Fu Guanshan seemed offended: "Am I that stupid?"
You look like someone who would send money to the Qin Shi Huang scam text message.
Then Meng Chu said in a tone of absolute trust: "Good night."
After washing up, he returned to the living room, checked the time, and decided to read a few pages of a book before going to bed.
As a result, just after turning two pages, earth-shaking laughter suddenly came from the second bedroom.
He was like the scholar in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio who heard a ghost screaming. His hand loosened and the book almost hit his foot.
Fu Guanshan came out of the second bedroom, with deep dimples, probably because he laughed so hard that he almost choked. “Look…” He handed the phone to Meng Chu, “This guy…” He laughed every two words, “He…he was swinging on the clothesline, but the pole broke halfway through, hahahahahahahahahahaha…”
He laughed so hard that he slammed the table, and the banging sounds resonated in the video.
Meng Chu looked at the video, then looked at him: "...What do you want?"
Fu Guanshan met his puzzled gaze, gradually put away his smile, and silently took back his phone: "Oh, I'm here to find my pajamas."
Meng Chu was very pleased, however, this relief only lasted for a while.
The suitcase was indeed a black hole. The sound of him rummaging almost drove Meng Chu crazy, but he still couldn't find it.
He began to throw his clothes onto the sofa one by one, trying to find it by process of elimination.
Meng Chu closed the book unable to bear it any longer and prepared to go over and grab the clothes to satisfy his impulse to grab the person.
Fu Guanshan was very grateful for his help and stood beside him, giving him a look of praise. Then, he looked at the book Meng Chu had placed on the table and made a surprised sound.
Meng Chu raised his head: "What's wrong?"
Fu Guanshan walked over, picked up the book and stroked it carefully. It's a hardcover book with a dark red spine, as thick as a dictionary, and it's all in English.
“There are people who really read books like this,” he said. “I always thought they were decorations, just for showing off on the bookshelf.”
Meng Chu stared at him for a long while. Suddenly, a sentence that had been passed down for thousands of years and still had a lasting influence rang in his mind:
Just make do with it, what's the big deal about leaving?
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