Chapter 32 Etching
Etching: Carving circuits on the surface of the wafer through physical or chemical methods.
Meng Chu himself didn't understand his own behavior.
After the meeting, he walked to the door of his office, looked at the silent, dark room, and suddenly had a strong desire to see someone.
So he turned around and took a car to the airport.
Strangely, on the way here, he was very calm, a kind of calmness that felt like the dust had settled and everything was back in place.
The one who was frightened was the person opposite.
For a long time, Fu Guanshan stared at him motionlessly, and he suddenly stopped making the teasing expression he was used to.
Meng Chu waited for a while and said awkwardly, "My flight is at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."
If he keeps standing there like this, he'll be gone.
Hearing this news, Fu Guanshan frowned, stood up, and seemed to come to his senses: "You're only staying for one night?"
"I still have experiments to catch up on."
"You traveled all the way here by car and plane, just to see me?"
"yes."
Fu Guanshan glanced at the dressing mirror at the door. His face was not very serious and there was no sign of alcohol. "How much did I drink?"
Meng Chu stretched out his hand: "Do you want me to pinch you?"
Fu Guanshan stared at him for a while, then extended his arm. Meng Chu pinched it with the force of installing the test bench. Fu Guanshan hissed, put his arm around his waist, pushed him back, pressed him against the mirror, and kissed him.
The chill from the mirror surface climbed up along the tailbone, but my breathing was rapid and hot, creating a fleeting mist circle on the mirror.
He tasted alcohol in his mouth. He had never found the sourness of tannins so intoxicating.
When the other person finally pulled away, he found himself trembling, perhaps the collision of cold and heat made him dizzy.
Fu Guanshan observed him, his fingers sliding from the scar on his hairline to his face: "If you get so excited every time you kiss, it will make people want to bully you."
Meng Chu avoided this naked look. In intimate contact, the other person always has so much ease, which makes him angry and at a loss.
"Because..." he stammered, "You kiss me...it feels so good..."
Fu Guanshan took a deep breath, stared at him for a while, and pinched his face: "Don't say such things in the future."
Meng Chu touched the place where he was pinched and felt confused by this sentence. Fu Guanshan turned and walked into the room, sat down on the rattan chair, shook the kettle on the coffee table, and poured a cup of tea.
He turned around and saw Meng Chu still leaning against the mirror. He snapped his fingers and said, "Why are you standing there? You've come such a long way. Sit down and have a drink of water."
Meng Chu finally came to his senses, sat down opposite him, and without drinking tea, looked at him seriously and carefully.
Being stared at for such a long time, Fu Guanshan felt a little uncomfortable and pushed the cup in front of him: "Are you really here to see someone? Don't you have anything to say?"
Meng Chu blinked, thought for a while, and said, "I bought a car." After a while, he added, "I bought it for myself, a domestically produced new energy vehicle."
Fu Guanshan said "hmm".
"As for my dad's matter..." Meng Chu said, "I will discuss it with my brother and then make a decision."
He hasn't contacted Meng Jining yet. After Meng Changqing was discharged from the hospital, a nurse will continue to be hired temporarily to do the shopping and cooking.
Fu Guanshan nodded and said, "Don't worry about whether I object or not. After all, this is your family's business..."
"Actually," Meng Chu said, "I know in my heart that you are right, but I just..."
"Alas, everyone has obsessions that they can't escape. I understand."
A long time ago, Fu Guanshan heard someone say, "People will be troubled throughout their lives for things they could not get in their childhood." At the time, he thought it was just an exaggeration. However, the older he got, the more he realized the cruelty of this sentence.
Meng Chu lowered his head, and after a while, he said, "Let me tell you something."
Before the summer vacation of the first year of high school, the competition class issued a notice asking students who wanted to participate in the training to register and pay the fees as soon as possible.
The Affiliated High School has a long tradition of competitions, and competition selections are immediately carried out when students enter the school in the first year of high school. Taking two subjects, mathematics, physics, chemistry, biology and computer science, at the same time is standard for top students.
The school’s competition training is free of charge. There is an evening study session every week, and students who pass the preliminary exam will enter a tiered classroom and listen to the teacher’s lectures.
However, this evening self-study session alone is far from enough.
On weekends, short holidays, winter and summer vacations, whenever students have some free time, they will work hard and sign up for various tutoring classes in order to get good rankings in competitions.
Among these, some are organized by institutions, some are organized by schools, and some are organized by official competitions.
These trainings are all expensive and have a good reputation. There are university teachers, competition coaches who have trained gold medalists, and the rumored leader of the question-setting group.
Meng Chu's classmates spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on competitions before entering high school.
When he entered high school, he passed the admission line for the mathematics and physics competition classes. He felt very happy at the time, but after attending several school training sessions, he found that he was too naive.
The students all have a good foundation, but the teacher’s lectures are very cursory and he doesn’t cover most of the competition areas.
However, he couldn't afford those training courses that cost tens of thousands of yuan.
He could only squeeze out time in his heavy workload to study on his own.
After working so hard, he actually passed the preliminary round.
Then, he discovered in despair that he could not avoid spending money.
The provincial rematch held in the summer vacation is composed of 14 days of training and an exam on the last day. Famous teachers will be invited to explain the questions during the training, and there will also be mock exams and special exercise books, which can be regarded as a means of generating income for the official.
He took the notice, looked at the number on it, and returned home anxiously.
If he doesn’t pay the fee, he won’t be able to pass the semi-finals. But after paying the fee, even if he passed the semi-finals, if he wanted to get a high enough ranking for self-recruitment in the finals, it would not be enough to study on his own, and he still had to find someone to tutor him.
His grades are very good, but he is a little biased in certain subjects, and who can predict how he will perform in the college entrance examination? It's always safer to have extra points.
A while ago, Meng Changqing complained that high school tuition and fees were becoming more and more expensive. Especially for the affiliated high school, the school took the lead and ordered a lot of tutoring materials.
Meng Jining is about to enter the third year of junior high school. It is the sprint time and the expenses are quite high.
He didn't know how to start, so he asked, "Please give me all the money in your house so that I can study for competition."
He put the notice on the table and stared at it in a daze. He felt like new thorns had grown in his heart, pricking him so hard that he was about to cry.
Why doesn't he be smarter? Just like those child prodigies in the books, you can get a gold medal by borrowing a calculus book from the library.
Why did he have to dangle there just a hair's breadth away, knowing that he could reach a higher platform but unable to climb up?
But……
From childhood to adulthood, he had never asked his family for so much money, but he could not give up this opportunity.
He handed the notice to his father. Meng Changqing glanced at it and widened his eyes: "It costs so much to take an exam?"
This sentence scared Meng Chu so much that he dared not say anything. After a while, he found the courage to continue: "If I pass the semi-finals, can... I go to the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival training camps?"
Meng Changqing asked him how much he wanted.
He reported a number and Meng Changqing took a deep breath.
“Raising a child is a chore,” he said.
These words hit Meng Chu on the head. He lowered his head, went back to the room and sat at the desk.
After hearing that tone and those words, Meng Chu felt that this was unlikely.
He sat in the classroom silently, not knowing whether he should go to the school training tomorrow. After all, if he doesn't get a place in the competition, it will all be for nothing. Going there is just a waste of time. He might as well spend his time preparing for the college entrance examination.
That weekend, he took the bus home and walked through the neighborhood. He felt something was wrong, but he didn't know where.
When I entered the room, Meng Changqing was sitting at the table, and the wrinkles on his face looked much deeper than last week.
He asked Meng Chu to sit down, then took out an envelope and handed it to him.
Meng Chu opened it and found a stack of bright red banknotes.
"You go to the training camp," Meng Changqing said. "You can use the remaining money to sign up for a class that you think is good. I don't know much about this kind of thing."
He looked at the envelope, not knowing what to say at this moment, and the words seemed to be out of his control.
Then, he suddenly realized the source of the sense of disobedience.
Car.
There is no parking space for his family in the community.
"Dad," he said incredulously, "did you sell the car?"
"It's been broken for a long time, and we don't have the money to repair it anyway, so we might as well sell it," Meng Changqing said, "You are all in high school now, and you will have many other places to spend money in the future."
At that moment, all the past disappeared, leaving only pure gratitude.
"Since then, the family has no car," Meng Chu said, "and he hasn't saved enough money to buy a car in all these years."
From the middle of the story, Fu Guanshan's eyes flickered, from contemplation to hesitation, and then to shock.
"No wonder," Fu Guanshan said, "According to the way you calculated the interest, your father sold a second-hand car, and now it is almost a Mercedes-Benz." After a pause, he quickly added, "I didn't mean to encourage you to buy a Mercedes-Benz."
"I know," Meng Chu said, "I just want to make it clear to you."
This car has been weighing on his mind for all these years. It was a sweet burden, proof that he had once been loved by his father.
Even if, as Fu Guanshan said, Meng Changqing wanted to add a pension insurance, it was true that he handed over the family assets to him.
Buying a car was also the source of their quarrel. Meng Chu always felt uneasy until this matter was made clear.
"It's always hard to settle accounts between relatives," Fu Guanshan said. "As for how to pay it back, we can discuss it together later."
Meng Chu nodded and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
Fu Guanshan crossed his arms and looked at him: "That's all? You just came here to reminisce about the past with me?"
"Of course not. There is one more thing."
"What?"
"I like you."
Fu Guanshan suddenly fell silent and stared at him.
"I..." Meng Chu was a little nervous when confessing for the first time. "I wanted to tell you over the phone, but I don't think it's formal. Something this important should be told to you in person."
Fu Guanshan was speechless for a long time. He is usually so cheerful and talkative, but today he was silent all the time.
He didn't answer, Meng Chu became more nervous, his eyes lowered lower and lower: "I know that you are grateful to me for what happened when we were young, and I am also grateful that you married me, comforted me, and made me happy..."
Fu Guanshan spoke at this time: "What did you say?"
Meng Chu was stunned. Didn't he make it clear just now?
"I married you and said those things to you to comfort you?" Fu Guanshan frowned, "Do you think I'm a gangster?"
"Ah?" Meng Chu was confused. "I didn't say that..."
Fu Guanshan suddenly leaned over, held the back of Meng Chu's neck with one hand, and lowered his head to kiss him.
He instinctively stepped back, but the hand held him down tightly, forcing him to raise his head and part his lips. The invading tongue pressed against the upper palate and pushed forward, leaving only the broken tail of the unfinished words. The canine teeth scratched across the lower lip, bringing a slight pain. This kiss was harder than before, as if to prove something.
His head was tilted back the whole time, and his breathing became increasingly difficult. He stretched out his hand to push the person in front of him, but he couldn't move him at all. It was not until his cheeks turned red that the other person let go of his hand and looked at him.
After each kiss, he always looked frightened and intoxicated, as if he was immersed in the kiss and didn't want to come out.
Fu Guanshan felt both pitiful and angry: "I wanted to comfort you, so I pushed you down on the sofa and kissed you? Why didn't you report me to the legal news?"
Meng Chu seemed to be still unconscious, and it took a long time for the meaning of this sentence to sink into his mind.
He slowly shifted his gaze to Fu Guanshan's eyes, which were full of disbelief. "You..." He asked tentatively, "Do you like me?"
"What's that expression and tone of your voice?"
"That's it..." Meng Chu thought about it, but his expression and tone did not change, "Why?"
Fu Guanshan laughed angrily: "What do you mean? Suspect me?"
"No," Meng Chu said, "It's just... I don't have much charm..."
He knew that he was smart and well educated, but was that of any value to Fu Guanshan? This person has no love for knowledge.
"Are you crazy?" Fu Guanshan said, "You are obviously very charming. It's just that you are not the kind of charm that makes your heart beat fast when you meet you on the street."
His charm requires a gold digger to work day and night, digging, panning, and patiently wiping off the dust under the soil deep in the canyon before it can be brought back to the world.
He is used to hiding himself, but if someone is willing to look for him, he will always be found.
Just like now, that person has walked up to him and said to him with a smile: "I found you."
And what can he do? He just looked at that person, as if as long as he looked at him, all the thorns that had grown in his heart for a long time and pricked him so hard that he cried would wither away.
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