Chapter 30 Epiphyllum
Meng Chu sat outside the ward, looking at the photo Fu Lanying sent him on the screen of his mobile phone.
The pages of the notepad have turned yellow, but the cover is flat and smooth, and the owner has obviously preserved it carefully.
He reached out his hand and tapped lightly on the words on the cover. Every stroke was indented, and he wrote with great effort and care, but the final result was still laughably sloppy.
A tear fell and hit my finger. The writing on the screen was blurred.
He finally understood.
He finally understood why Fu Guanshan wanted to marry him.
It’s not because of company hype, because of the urging of elders, nor because of ridiculous “love at first sight”.
Fu Guanshan was repaying him.
Repay him for his years of listening and his hard work.
He had comforted the other person before, so the other person came to him to comfort him. He had once compiled a dictionary for the other person, so the other person also compiled one for him.
He lacks love and encouragement, so the other party gives him love and encouragement, just as romantic and exaggerated as in movies and TV dramas.
Just like he always said, Fu Guanshan is a good man.
Because they are good people, when they find that he is unhappy, they come to his side and save him just like they save those dying ancient trees and those children who have dropped out of school.
The moment he realized this, he felt a sense of loss as if he had fallen into an abyss.
How he hoped he was wrong.
He hoped that the love words came from the heart, even if they were contrived and exaggerated. He hoped that they would get married out of love at first sight, not out of a childhood debt.
Because... he really likes him.
But even so, even if it's out of guilt and repayment...it's okay.
Originally, they were two people who had no chance of ever meeting each other, but because of their past friendship, they had the opportunity to be together. Even if Fu Guanshan wanted to make it up to him at the beginning, perhaps things would change a little over time?
He began to regret the quarrel again.
He is clumsy in relationships, but he is also trying hard to learn. At least, they were legally life partners, and such a high starting point was enough to give him a chance to realize his wish.
But he screwed it all up.
He knew that he should take the initiative and contact Fu Guanshan now, explain everything clearly, and ask him how he felt about him now.
He wanted to know the answer, but he was deathly afraid that he wouldn't like it.
Because he had a regular project meeting in the evening, he took the nearest high-speed train back to Lincheng and walked towards the office, clutching his mobile phone all the way, with a conflicting mind in his mind.
Before the two sides could come to an end of the fight, a teacher called him.
"Mr. Meng, your flowers."
He stopped in surprise and took the flowerpot from the other person.
"It was delivered this morning. If I don't give it to you, it will wilt."
Meng Chu thanked him. Slender green leaves and a few flower buds exude a light and elegant fragrance.
Was it sent by Fu Guanshan? This flower is not like ordinary roses, roses, or carnations. What does that mean?
Meng Chu was frowning and observing. Teacher Lin from the office next to him stopped and said in surprise: "Someone actually gave me Epiphyllum?"
Meng Chu became nervous: "Why can't I send it?"
"This flower blooms for a very short time and will wither in a short while," Teacher Lin pointed at the bouquet. "Besides, isn't the flower language of Epiphyllum 'transience' and farewell? How unlucky."
Meng Chu's heart sank, and then he found a card hidden in the flower, with a simple line of words on it:
I have had a great time during this period. Goodbye, I hope we can keep in touch in the future.
He held the card, his fingers trembling slightly.
It's over, Fu Guanshan is going to leave him.
He fell into the office chair, holding the flower pot.
He had just found out everything, and the other party was about to turn around and leave? Is this the end of everything?
No, he had to call Fu Guanshan. Even if the other person wants to leave, he still has to express his feelings.
From the very first time they met, Fu Guanshan had always been the one taking the initiative in their relationship. The other party has already taken ninety-nine steps. It is reasonable for him to walk the final distance.
He stared at his phone and encouraged himself in his heart.
You've backed off many times. He told himself in his heart. At least this time, you can't back out.
His finger was hovering over the call button, and just as he was about to press it, suddenly, a message popped up on his phone.
He stared at the screen and held his breath.
Fu Guanshan called him.
He looked at the caller ID in disbelief, quickly answered the call, and put it to his ear: "Hello?"
"It's me," the other person said, "I'm sorry, I had to reshoot scenes at short notice, changed my flight, and then I had to rush through my promotional schedule. I was so busy today that I didn't have time to talk to you."
This opening line was somewhat unexpected: "Oh, so that's it..."
"Did you get the flowers?"
Meng Chu became depressed again. So this was what they wanted to talk about? Is the other party going to reveal his cards? He lowered his head and fiddled with the twigs: "Hmm."
There was a pause on the other side. Meng Chu was about to express his true feelings in a tragic way - "I like you, but if you think I'm troublesome and want to divorce me, I will borrow money to pay back your house payment" - Fu Guanshan suddenly said indignantly: "Then why didn't you call me?"
Meng Chu was a little confused: "Ah?"
"Didn't I ask you to keep in touch?" Fu Guanshan said, "I've hinted to this extent, and I've waited for several hours, but I still haven't received your call!"
Meng Chu looked at the card again. How did this guy learn Chinese? "So what did you say goodbye to?"
"I left early and didn't have time to say goodbye properly."
"Then what epiphyllum did you give me?"
"Oh, is that pronounced tan?"
Meng Chu choked.
"I just picked the most expensive one online. What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?" Fu Guanshan sighed, "I thought you would call me as soon as you received it. Aren't we always in sync?"
When will he understand that there is no tacit understanding between the two of them!
Meng Chu opened his mouth and closed it again. The huge relief and surging hope were too intense, and he suddenly had the urge to laugh.
"I just saw the flowers and went to talk to my aunt before," he said.
Fu Guanshan found it very strange: "You actually took the initiative to visit my mother?"
"Well," Meng Chu paused and said slowly, "I saw the dictionary."
There was silence on both ends of the line.
No one explained, no one asked, it just seemed like everything was so clear.
The long memories of twenty years ago emerged from the long river of time, entwined around them like silk threads, and suddenly pulled them back to that hot summer.
"Why did you..." Meng Chu's voice dropped, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"sorry."
"I was worried about you," Meng Chu said. "You just disappeared and left me a terrible letter. I thought you..."
"I'm doing fine," Fu Guanshan said, "Didn't you see it all?"
"But……"
"You are the one," Fu Guanshan said, "Why did you do that in the first place?"
Meng Chu was a little stunned: "What?"
"For so long, you have been listening to me complaining about how good my brother is and how my father loves him more... Why don't you say anything?"
He was the one doing the talking, from beginning to end.
Obviously, he should be the one who listens, and obviously he is the luckier one.
His father was very strict, but his strictness was out of expectation. His father would still teach him how to do exercises and write, although he would become impatient because of his slowness.
Moreover, he has a mother who loves him.
Everything he had experienced, his dissatisfaction and resentment, were nothing compared to Meng Chu.
However, for a long time, it was the child across the street who comforted him.
"Why didn't you tell me? Your father, your brother, everything you went through in school... I found out too late, too late, there was nothing I could do..."
Meng Chu was silent for a moment and shook his head. "No," he said, "I told you."
He told him everything he wanted to share and talk about.
He told him about the honors he received in school, the awards he won, and his small achievements.
He was really grateful for his presence. He also had things he wanted to boast about and brag about, and he also had daily life he wanted to share at the dinner table, but he had no family or friends to talk to, so he could only write it down and share it with the strange boy far away.
He told that person about his colorful childhood buried under the ruins, the carefree, happy and joyful childhood he hoped to have, and that person kept listening.
"Thank you," he said, "for listening to my trivial and boring daily life."
It was like this before, and it is like this now.
"I'm sorry," he said again.
Fu Guanshan was stunned: "What do you have to apologize for?"
"I shouldn't have gotten mad at you."
Fu Guanshan sighed. He knew what he was talking about, the day he bought the car. "So what? Who doesn't quarrel after marriage?"
"I shouldn't have...distrusted you and thought you would definitely leave," Meng Chu bit her lip, "Are you still angry?"
"I'm not angry."
"But you didn't say anything that day."
"That's not anger," Fu Guanshan said, "I'm just a little tired."
The output of emotional value also has its limits. Several weeks of high-intensity surprise-making, staying up late to visit the patient, and the quarrels caused by buying a car have made his fatigue exceed a threshold.
He thought that he probably couldn't continue to comfort him at that time. He needs to calm down.
After calming down for a night, he suddenly felt that this quarrel was pointless.
"It's normal that you don't trust me. Trusting is also a habit. I know it's a little difficult for you to develop this habit. Your relatives may leave you, not to mention your fake husband who you married by agreement." Fu Guanshan said, "At least now, you can get angry at me, which means you treat me as your own, which is already a progress."
Meng Chu lowered his head. He is so reasonable that my own worries seem unnecessary.
"I'm just a little sad. I was very tired from driving those two days. I felt bad for your money, and you despised me. I expected you to send me a message to comfort me, but I didn't."
When he was taking a break on the set, he was staring at his phone with a look of resentment on his face. Doesn't anyone see the fragile heart beneath his tough exterior?
After waiting for a few hours, he finally decided to just fight himself.
"I'm sorry," Meng Chu said ashamedly, "I still don't know how to coax people. I will study hard in the future."
"Oh, really?" Fu Guanshan raised his voice, "My birthday is coming soon."
"Um."
"You didn't forget when my birthday is?"
Meng Chu gave the date accurately, then wanted to say that "a month" was not "immediately", but held back.
"After the promotional period is over, I will return to Lincheng to celebrate my birthday," Fu Guanshan said, "You have to coax me well then."
Meng Chu smiled and thought her husband, who was looking forward to it in advance, was very cute: "Okay."
There was a noise coming from the other side, it seemed like they were having a dinner party. Fu Guanshan was about to hang up the phone when Meng Chu suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?"
Meng Chu said: "I will not retreat again."
He would never retreat again.
From now on, no matter where this relationship goes, no matter how terrible the future will be without Fu Guanshan, he will never back down.
The author has something to say:
Epiphyllum: refers to the period of cold war between two people.
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