Chapter 3 Mismatch
[Mismatch: A phenomenon that can make people suffer in real life but make people smile in novels. 】
The term "wedding room" is not accurate, but Meng Chuyi couldn't think of a reason to refute it.
This second-hand house located near Linyi University was bought for Meng Chu's convenience in going to work. When Fu Guanshan is not filming, he usually goes to Shanghai, where he owns property, or returns to his hometown, where his mother lives.
Originally, Meng Chu planned to invest the full amount himself. As a Category C talent, Meng Chu received a 600,000 yuan housing subsidy, and the rest can be obtained through a provident fund loan. However, after I started working, I found that this subsidy was like dust in the air, visible but not tangible, and I didn't know when it would be implemented. In the end, most of the house payment was paid by Guanshan.
He said he felt unworthy of it, and Fu Guanshan gave a reason: after marriage they still had to pretend and live together from time to time, and since it was a house shared by two people, they should contribute jointly.
"Then it should be half each," Meng Chu said solemnly on the day of buying the house, "When we divorce, I will definitely return the remaining house payment to you."
Fu Guanshan swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth: "You are responsible for the property, water, electricity and parking space, so we are even."
"The style of the house is quite simple," Meng Chu said happily on the day of handover, "It's nice to live in it like this."
Fu Guanshan swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth: "What kind of decoration is this? Tear down everything except the load-bearing walls."
"Please come in," Meng Chu said politely the day before the wedding. "You haven't been here for a while, right? I replaced the appliances that weren't working well."
Fu Guanshan looked for the differences curiously, and then closed his eyes the moment he discovered the change.
This round, milky white Taobao factory-style ceiling lamp… the last time I saw it was in my hometown 20 years ago.
Not to mention it matches the current trend, it doesn't even match the original decoration.
If he had known this earlier, he would have asked the designer to come over directly.
However, if this is the case, Meng Chu will definitely have to pay him a large sum of money when they divorce.
Fu Guanshan had already entered the room and sat down on a plastic chair. Meng Chu was still at the door, straightening out the other person's thrown shoes.
Then he went to the kitchen to boil water and make tea, with strict courtesy, as if he was entertaining a guest.
"By the way," Fu Guanshan looked at the rising white mist, "Tomorrow morning, I have an appointment with a stylist. We will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau after taking our wedding photos."
Meng Chu looked like he had just been hit by a hidden arrow. "You still need to style it?" He rubbed his fingers together, and the tea leaves were rubbed into crumbs. "Can't you take a picture right here?"
"Such an important photo, shouldn't it be taken in a nicer way?" Fu Guanshan pointed out the seriousness of the situation. "Who knows, it might be posted online one day."
The powder in Meng Chu's hand fell into the boiling water.
Online? When the agreement was signed, didn’t it say that his identity would not be exposed? All he needs to do is be that mysterious marriage partner?
"Don't worry, I won't reveal any information unless you agree," Fu Guanshan stood up, walked to his side, and took the teacup from him, "But who knows, maybe one day, you will agree..." He turned to look at Meng Chu, "Give me a chance to show off my partner."
He was looking at her affectionately, and Meng Chu was shivering all over as he stared at the tea leaves - the chill on his back made his spine numb at the thought of his photos being watched by people all over the country.
Besides, professional makeup and styling take a lot of effort. In order to design the circuit for the weather instrument, he has been staying in the laboratory until 11 o'clock at night for two weeks in a row, and his hard drive is damaged. Now his mind is full of alarms.
Fu Guanshan looked at his expression and angrily stopped acting like an affectionate husband. Life is so difficult after the show. "It's a quick fix. You have to trust the professionals' hand speed. I'll take you back to school right away, okay?"
There was a firmness in his tone that indicated he refused to bargain. Meng Chu hesitated for a moment and nodded.
After all, people were kept waiting for several hours.
"By the way," Fu Guanshan said, "Let's take this opportunity to finalize the other details."
He sat down and motioned Meng Chu to sit opposite him.
Meng Chu glanced at the time. He should start processing the data now, but...
After all, people were kept waiting for several hours.
He said he was all ears.
"Do you want an indoor wedding or a lawn wedding?" Fu Guanshan asked.
“Are there any other options?”
"You want to travel and get married?"
"Like no wedding?"
Fu Guanshan is stuck.
"The purpose of an agreement marriage is to make life easier for both parties. A wedding that is so time-consuming and costly goes against our original intention." He got a headache just thinking about the time and energy required to prepare for the wedding. With that much time, he could have finished writing several books.
"Only the two of us know about the marriage agreement," Fu Guanshan said, "How can we explain to our family if we don't hold a wedding?"
Meng Chu thought for a moment and said, "We can say that we want to prepare well, so it's normal for the wedding to take a year or two to prepare. After a year or two, we may have divorced..."
"Why do you always talk about divorce?!"
The tone of the other party's voice was blaming, and Meng Chu instinctively returned to silence.
Based on the average length of marriage and divorce rate in the entertainment industry, two years is considered a medium level.
Fu Guanshan waved his hand, trying to dispel the bad luck brought by his words: "Then our two families must meet and have a meal. My mother has long wanted to meet your family. You pick a time and I will reserve a seat."
Meng Chu looked hesitant. Fu Guanshan was filled with doubts. He didn't know why, but since agreeing to get married, Meng Chu had been both looking forward to and fearing the meeting between the two families.
"Don't worry," Fu Guanshan said, "I promise I will be a good husband. Don't you believe in my acting skills?"
Then he remembered that people might really not believe him, after all, they had never seen a movie he starred in.
However, he intuitively felt that this was not the problem.
"Then how can I cooperate with you?" Meng Chu said, "I can't act, and I will hold you back..."
"Just don't mention divorce."
"OK."
After the topic came to an end, Fu Guanshan stood up and looked down at the living room, as if he was planning how to secretly pack up and replace the entire set of furniture.
"Anything else?" Seeing that he didn't say anything, Meng Chu was eager to leave, "I still have data to process..."
Fu Guanshan made a "go ahead" gesture.
This house has two bedrooms and two living rooms, but the space in both bedrooms is not large, so the office area is placed in the living room. Meng Chu turned on the monitor, took out the computer, and started running the simulation. Suddenly, he heard a noise from the sofa behind him.
He turned around and saw Fu Guanshan lying comfortably on the cushion, browsing his phone.
It was a bit uncomfortable to have one more person behind me, but I could still accept it.
Meng Chu turned his attention back to the screen. Just as the data on phase margin and noise performance came out, he suddenly heard a sneer behind him.
He turned his head and saw Fu Guanshan shaking his head at the phone.
"They've been separated for a year, but they're still acting like a loving couple," Fu Guanshan said with emotion. "They cry when they give their partner a cake, and it's on two trending searches. It would be great if the show also had this kind of acting skills."
Meng Chu opened his mouth, but finally turned his head back silently, frowning at the result of insufficient gain.
Suddenly, there was a rolling sound from behind.
"Why did GQ invite him to shoot the cover? Can you trust his popularity data? And he also has 'international influence'? He can't even speak English!" Fu Guanshan looked at Meng Chu angrily, "Judge me, isn't the Hong Kong Film Awards more influential than his 'Tech Night' Most Popular Actor Award?"
When hearing this, several expressions flashed across Meng Chu's face. Judging from the time of their appearance, the first one was "What is the Academy Awards?", the second one was "What is the Science and Technology Night?", and the third one was "I really don't care."
However, since the other party spoke to him, Meng Chu felt that he had an obligation to respond. He thought about it and finally found the words to say: "Then why didn't you win the title of Most Popular Actor?"
Fu Guanshan glared at him, his expression changing from bright to dark: "I don't care about this water award from a crappy company."
This is very much like saying that grapes are sour because you can't eat them, but Meng Chu didn't have time to analyze Fu Guanshan's psychological activities.
"Well..." he said, "I'm working..."
"Oh, sorry," Fu Guanshan said, "Did I disturb you?" He made a gesture to close his mouth.
Meng Chu said "thank you" and turned around to adjust the parameters of the transistor size. However, as soon as he moved the mouse over it, he sighed.
no! Still not working!
Although the person behind me stopped talking, the noise did not stop. Fu Guanshan pressed the screen very hard, and there was a clicking sound when he typed; his reactions were also very rich, sometimes he sighed, sometimes he inhaled, and sometimes he shook his head. Moreover, this person seemed to have ADHD. He had to change his posture every ten seconds, and the sofa kept squeaking.
Meng Chu closed his eyes in pain.
If no one is talking, isn't it a bit too much to ask them to remain absolutely still?
They are just about to get married, their relationship is not that good yet.
Meng Chu thought for a while and decided to give up the rest of the night. Anyway, Fu Guanshan is leaving tomorrow, so let’s stay up all night.
As soon as he stood up, Fu Guanshan sat up alertly: "Not working anymore? Am I too noisy?"
Meng Chu thought about it and said, "Today's data has been processed."
"Oh," Fu Guanshan glanced at the time, "You have to work overtime until this time every day, it's really hard."
Meng Chu wanted to say that if you were not there, he could have worked a little longer, but he remained silent.
Perhaps because Meng Chu had finished work, Fu Guanshan's interest in conversation suddenly perked up, and he talked more than before: "By the way, I heard from my aunt that you are researching Tide?"
Meng Chu's eyes changed from worry to confusion.
"I was also a spokesperson for Procter & Gamble," Fu Guanshan said wistfully, "They invited me to visit their laboratory before. If I had gone then, maybe I would have met you earlier."
Meng Chu bit his lip. “Terahertz,” he said.
"What?"
"Terahertz," Meng Chu said slowly, "is a type of electromagnetic wave with a frequency between 0.1 and 10 THz."
Fu Guanshan seemed to be under a spell of immobilization by the lights of the Tao factory.
"I'm a circuit designer," Meng Chu was a little confused, "How can it be related to laundry detergent?"
"How would I know what circuit design is for?"
Since the other party showed interest, Meng Chu felt that he should respond. He turned around and opened a file: "If you want to know, this is what I'm working on recently."
Fu Guanshan came over curiously, looked at the screen, and said in shock and mourning: "Ah, who died?"
Meng Chu was shocked by the sudden news of the obituary: "Dead?"
"Hey," Fu Guanshan said, "this guy named HV, is he a big shot in your industry?"
Meng Chu shook his head, as if trying to exercise his brain cells. He could hardly find the right tone: "Well... High Vacuum die means die-casting crystal grains in a high vacuum environment. Die means crystal grain in semiconductors."
The room fell into silence.
"This is easy to misunderstand," Meng Chu said, "However, there is a detailed explanation below, you may not have seen it..."
"How would I know that was an explanation?" Fu Guanshan said, "I only know one word."
Your English level doesn't give you much international influence.
After a moment, Fu Guanshan turned around and decided to give up his exploration of scientific research: "Do you have new bath towels and toothbrushes at home?"
"The bath towel is in the drawer in the second bedroom, and the toothbrush is in the cabinet on the washstand."
"Do you mind if I wash first?"
"No problem."
Fu Guanshan stretched out his long legs, rushed into the bedroom in a hurry, and then rushed into the bathroom in a hurry.
As soon as the door closed, the two people inside and outside breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Meng Chu listened to the sound of water coming from the shower and opened his school mailbox. Several new emails had just arrived. He decided to deal with them first while no one was disturbing him.
He just clicked the first red dot, and suddenly, a loud voice rang out from the bathroom: "Who is~ pulling my heartstrings~"
Meng Chu turned off the screen and buried his head in his hands.
Oh my god! The thing he can't stand most in his life is other people singing while taking a shower!
Who would have thought that the people in the bathroom would sing more and more enthusiastically, changing from love songs to ancient styles and then to folk songs. In recent years, he has been performing on various TV stations' evening parties, which has really enriched the music library of the Bathhouse King.
The clear singing accompanied by the flowing water made people feel uneasy. Meng Chu quickly fled back to the master bedroom, closed the door, and buried his head in the pillow.
Fortunately, the singer moved quickly and finished his bath quickly, and the concert came to an end.
When the sound of water stopped, Meng Chu felt as if he was reborn after dying.
After a while, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Meng Chu didn't get up from the pillow: "What's the matter?"
"I'm done."
He knew, of course he knew, his neighbor next door knew too, everyone in the whole building knew!
"Okay." Meng Chu said.
The person at the door stayed for a moment and then walked away with a click. The sound made Meng Chu alert. He got up from the bed, opened the door, and his breathing paused.
This person did not change his slippers when entering and leaving the bathroom, leaving clear footprints from the bathroom to the door of the second bedroom, which were enough to be taken to the forensic department as evidence to identify the criminal.
Meng Chu took a mop and cleaned up the water stains. Then he walked into the bathroom and his breathing hitched again.
The puddle of water on the ground was expected, but why was there also a puddle of water on the washstand? This guy washes his face like he's using a shower head?
Meng Chu took a rag and wiped the washbasin clean. He looked up and saw the white foam on the mirror again. To the left, there was hair on the shower glass.
Ah, a sentence suddenly sounded in his mind.
This marriage might have been a mistake.
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