Chapter 2 Terminology
[Term: It is widely used in workplace literature to demonstrate the professionalism of the protagonist (show off the author's vision). 】
Five o'clock has long passed, and the wedding cannot be held today - according to Fu Guanshan, this is an auspicious day calculated by some "master" he had consulted.
Meng Chu was always used to others breaking their promises, but today he was the one who broke the promise. He looked at the clock on the table and fell into great panic.
Fu Guanshan sighed: "It seems that our wedding anniversary will have to be postponed for one day."
"No... sorry," Meng Chu pretended to pack his things and observed the face of the person in front of him with his peripheral vision, "I muted my phone during class and haven't turned it on since..."
Fu Guanshan crossed his arms, looking worried: "I couldn't get through on the phone. When I came to the office, I kept thinking about the tragedies in the movies. I was really scared. What if you..."
"Sorry..." Meng Chu had a headache, his mind was blurry, his eyes were not working well, and he couldn't find the key.
"What if you suddenly come to your senses," Fu Guanshan lowered his voice, "and want to run away from the marriage?"
Meng Chu was stunned for a moment and looked up at him.
The other person bent down, leaned over, picked out the key from under a stack of documents, and threw it gently.
Meng Chu was still in a daze, but fortunately the opponent had good aim and caught it easily.
The worry on Fu Guanshan's face had long disappeared without a trace, and it was obvious that he was just teasing him.
"I'm so worried about being abandoned that I don't even feel like eating dinner," Fu Guanshan leaned against the table and looked down at him. "Please treat me to a meal, Professor Meng."
Meng Chu blinked, slowly put the key into his pocket, walked around him and went to the door.
"Associate professor." Meng Chu said.
Fu Guanshan was stunned.
"I have a deputy senior professional title, so calling me that is a bit ambiguous," Meng Chu said, "The title of teacher is more rigorous. Also, I won't regret the marriage, I have already signed the prenuptial agreement."
Fu Guanshan opened his mouth, feeling hesitant as to what to say.
"What do you want to eat?" Meng Chu took out his phone and opened the app. "Japanese food? Korean food? Northeastern food? Cantonese food? There aren't many good ones near the school. You can tell me a range and I'll send you a few options for your reference."
"I believe in your vision," Fu Guanshan said, "Give me a blind box and look forward to it."
When he said this, he tried to give the kind of look that fans call "the weapon of fallen causality". According to past experience, that look is always effective. Unfortunately, the other party didn't look up and was busy browsing the Meituan page, trying to find a restaurant for him to make up for his mistake.
"Didn't you grow up in Lincheng and go to college here? I've only been here for a year, how can I know as much as you do?" Meng Chu felt that this task was difficult. "Besides, everyone's tastes are different, and I can't make assumptions on my own. So, I'll send you a copy of the ratings, menu, and good and bad reviews for your reference. By the way, can you not eat in the lobby? It's easy to be recognized. If you need a private room, you can rule it out..."
"Northeast Bistro! Choose Northeast Bistro!"
Sitting in the private room of the Northeastern restaurant, Meng Chu asked Fu Guanshan to look at the menu and continued to apologize frantically at the frequency of a hummingbird flapping its wings.
Fu Guanshan sighed, feeling that the sweet and sour pork in the picture had lost its luster. "It's really okay," he dropped his cheerful tone and spoke as solemnly as if he was giving an acceptance speech at a film festival, "As long as it's you standing opposite and taking the oath, it doesn't matter if it's one day earlier or later."
Meng Chu was silent for two seconds under his gentle gaze, and said, "I checked the procedures of the Civil Affairs Bureau. The oath is not necessary. Just hand in a photo, print out the marriage certificate, and you can leave. If you don't mind, I'm a little busy recently..."
"Okay, okay, okay," Fu Guanshan propped up his forehead with his hand, "Just get the certificate and run. I won't waste your time."
Meng Chu said "thank you", and then was triggered by the "wasting time" to apologize: "It's still cold now, and I made you wait so long..."
Fu Guanshan felt that the person in front of him was an iron wall that could not be penetrated by eyes or lasers. "I'm waiting in the car, you don't have to worry about it. When filming, it's normal to wait for a long time on the set due to various unexpected situations."
Meng Chu still looked depressed. Fu Guanshan looked at him, and his tone became relaxed again: "Then keep the account."
Meng Chu frowned. Fu Guanshan thought that his occasional confused look was quite cute.
"After marriage, don't everyone have their own accounts? Usually, everything is fine, but when there is a conflict, they will settle things one by one," Fu Guanshan said. "One day, we had a quarrel and brought up the past, and I used this matter to confront you."
He thought he could finally get rid of this topic this time, but after listening to Meng Chu, he fell into deeper thought.
"Why are we arguing?" Meng Chu asked.
Fu Guanshan raised his eyebrows: "Are you so optimistic about our future?"
"I can't think of a reason why I would be mad at you."
Fu Guanshan thought it was a compliment and smiled. In fact, Meng Chu never got angry with anyone. It's not that he has a good temper, it's that he is timid. He didn't even dare to scold his own students.
"Who knows? I've acted in restricted movies before," Fu Guanshan murmured, "After I get married, if I film an intimate scene with an actor..."
Meng Chu looked puzzled, as if he saw a circuit with an unknown bug: "Aren't we getting married by contract?"
"yes."
"I need you to solve the society's marriage pressure once and for all. You need me to fulfill my aunt's wish, reject the company's unreasonable hype demands, and..." He couldn't say the rest of the words because he was a scientific researcher who grew up studying Marxism.
"Prophecy," Fu Guanshan showed a yearning and pious expression, "The Heavenly Master said that my other half is a scientist."
Meng Chu tried his best to remain silent politely.
As if sensing his disdain, Fu Guanshan felt very offended: "Don't disbelieve me, fate comes first, luck comes second, and feng shui comes third. He was the one who predicted that I would become a big star more than ten years ago. Isn't that incredible? I was still in elementary school at that time."
Aren’t people just saying things that you like to hear? If you give me two hundred more dollars, maybe they can even classify you as Ultraman.
But he swallowed the "evil ways" and "feudal dregs" and continued with his argument. "So, we didn't get married because of a passionate love affair. You fulfilled your duties as an actor, why should I be angry? As long as we meet the minimum requirements of both parties for marriage, isn't that enough?" Meng Chu comforted him, "Don't worry, I won't mind this kind of thing and causing you trouble."
Fu Guanshan stared at him and then put on his sunglasses: "Is the food here served quickly?"
It turns out that the restaurant near the school has good food and low prices, but the speed of serving the food is not satisfactory.
The chef probably started making sweet and sour pork when he was raising pigs. For a long time, the only sound that could be heard in the box was the sliding screen.
Fu Guanshan glanced at the opposite side. Meng Chu was looking down at his phone. Through the thick glasses and messy bangs, he could see his eyelashes quietly casting shadows.
The other person seemed to blend into the wallpaper, serving as a peaceful background, and seemed to enjoy the silence very much.
Fu Guanshan tapped the table with his finger. Thinking that this was the only time they had a meal together in two months, he asked, "What are you looking at?"
Meng Chu was like a little animal awakened from hibernation. He raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes. After a while, as if realizing that the other party was asking him a question, Meng Chu said, "DIOR."
It's really unexpected. "Are you looking at this year's spring clothes?" He looked at the person opposite him. "Come to think of it, they have a navy blue zip-up jacket that would suit you very well..."
Meng Chu looked down at the screen, then looked at him, and hesitated for several seconds before finally saying, "Design Innovations in On-chip Research."
Silence shifted to the other side.
"This is a new forum that often posts research from IEEE journals, mainly in the areas of high-performance analog, digital, mixed signal, and RF."
"Wait," Fu Guanshan raised his hand and pressed the pause button, "I didn't catch up. What research is going on with browsers?"
Meng Chu was stunned for a moment before catching up with his thoughts: "IEEE is the Institute of Electrical and Electronics Engineers."
Fu Guanshan shifted his gaze to the door. Forget about sweet and sour pork, but does it take that long to stir-fry seasonal vegetables?
Meng Chu silently turned off the screen and stared at the desktop awkwardly for a while. He felt that the other party was trying hard to find a topic to talk about, so he had an obligation to ask about his recent situation.
"Recently..." He hesitated for a moment, not using pronouns. Saying "you" seemed too abrupt, and saying "Mr. Fu" was too awkward. "How is work?"
Fu Guanshan glanced at him, and because he had the courage to ask, he answered in detail: "I'm going to Hong Kong next month. There are several chase scenes in Road to Heaven to be filmed there. He Zhen will only be in Hong Kong at the beginning of the month, so the filming schedule is very tight." At this point, Fu Guanshan suddenly took off his sunglasses, leaned closer, and his voice became mysterious, "You know what? Those rumors about him and Director Chen on the Internet are actually true."
Meng Chu was stunned for a moment and said, "Oh, I see." Then he felt that his reaction was too calm and nodded vigorously.
Fu Guanshan stared at him, and after a moment he said, "You don't know who He Zhen is."
Meng Chu's eyes began to wander.
Fu Guanshan took a deep breath and said, "He has starred in three hit dramas in the past two years. He is in half of the stations. How could you not know?"
Meng Chu was a little embarrassed: "I don't watch dramas very often..."
Fu Guanshan looked at him and said, "Don't you know me either?"
Meng Chu was surprised and said, "How is that possible? I signed the prenuptial agreement."
Fu Guanshan narrowed his eyes and said, "Tell me about a movie I've acted in."
"...Road to Heaven?"
Fu Guanshan grabbed his hair, feeling desperate: "Are you serious? "Xiangyang"? "Line of Warning"? "The Dusk I'm Looking Forward to"?
Meng Chu continued to shake his head, which shattered his confidence - if his agent knew that this day would come, he would be so surprised that he would have a heart attack.
"What about the Ink Soul Book?" He asked with his last hope, "You haven't even read the Ink Soul Book?"
He looks stunningly handsome in ancient costumes, how come this person has never seen it? !
Meng Chu was confused for a moment, then shook his head.
“Are you from the 21st century?!”
"Well..." Meng Chu said ashamedly, "I don't watch movies much..."
“That’s a TV show!”
Fu Guanshan supported his forehead with his hand. He is also a national actor with many representative works, but... the grandfather practicing Tai Chi in the park knows him better than his other half.
He raised his voice to the waiter at the door and said, "Hello, can you serve the rice first?"
Dinner passed with the sound of chopsticks and bowls. Meng Chu ate very slowly. Fu Guanshan didn't know whether it was out of habit or out of fear of "having to find a topic to talk about after eating."
They finished eating in amazing sync, even the sound of their chopsticks dropping was perfectly matched.
Meng Chu looked at their bowls and confirmed that they could finish their meal. He said, "I've paid on the WeChat Mini Program. Shall we go?"
Before he stood up, the waiter in charge of their box came over, his face full of disbelief and excitement.
"You are... You are Fu Guanshan, right?" She took out a pen and paper. The paper was surprisingly fine, as if it had just been bought from the stationery store next door. "Can you sign your name for me?"
Fu Guanshan showed that smile again - the corners of his eyes raised, dimples appeared on his lips, and his eyes looked at you intently, as if you were the center of the world.
Meng Chu felt that the person looked familiar. When they were eating just now, the other party looked at him like this... and there was also sweet and sour pork.
"Of course," Fu Guanshan took the paper and pen, his eyes sweeping over the nameplate on her clothes, "Ms. Wu Tong," the name instantly took on an indescribable charm when he pronounced it, "Is there anything you want me to write?"
"Ah..." The waiter started to speak incoherently, "You can write anything you want. I didn't expect to meet you. I was reading The Ink Soul Book yesterday..."
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"Thank you for your support," Fu Guanshan wrote on the paper, "I wish you all your dreams come true every day."
The waiter was stunned for two seconds. Although he tried hard to suppress the smile on his lips, the trembling of his cheeks was still like the rising waves, one after another.
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He recalled the first time he met Meng Chu. At that time, he went to Linda to find his aunt, who was also Mengchu's boss. When he met Meng Chu on the road, he went up to talk to him and asked where A235 of the School of Microelectronics was. The moment the other person looked over, he was ready to give his autograph, but the other person pointed the way to him quickly and turned around and wanted to leave.
He had to personally ask someone to lead the way, and then that look on his face... was that an expression of "Why do I have to stay with this person?"
He walked to the college for a quarter of an hour, waiting for the other person to come to his senses and remember who he was. But when he arrived at his destination, the other person left without even saying goodbye, as if he was a leaf falling outside the window.
Thinking of this, Fu Guanshan looked at Meng Chu again, wanting to show him the normal human reaction. As a result, this person stood quietly aside, looking down at his phone - probably reading some browser forum again - and did not witness his charming moment at all.
Fu Guanshan's head started to hurt again, and it was definitely not just because he had just stayed up for two nights.
He put on sunglasses and a mask and walked out of the store. Meng Chu followed him quietly, and only asked hesitantly when they got to the car door.
"Tonight..." He hesitated, still not saying the word "you", "Have you booked a hotel?"
Hearing this, Fu Guanshan turned around, leaned against the car door, and looked at him leisurely.
Meng Chu stopped, at a loss.
"Why," Fu Guanshan said, "are you going to kick me out of the marriage room without getting the marriage certificate?"
The author has something to say:
I actually made up the forum name ()
The name of Linda was chosen randomly, just like Lincheng, where the story takes place.
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