Chapter 4 Dress Up
[Clothes change: In film and television works, the characters put on clothes and styles that are different from usual, which arouses everyone's admiration. This is a common routine in cool writing. 】
On the wedding day, Meng Chu opened his eyes at seven o'clock as usual, turned off the alarm, walked to the kitchen as usual, brewed oatmeal, and took out the six-month-old hand-torn bread from the storage box as usual.
Then, unusually, a shirtless man appeared in view.
"Good morning," Fu Guanshan leaned on the back of the chair with one hand, "Make me one too."
Meng Chu's eyes swept across his chest and abdominal muscles, and then slid to his forehead where tears were dripping.
As if noticing the other person's gaze, Fu Guanshan explained with satisfaction: "I have the habit of morning exercises, and I just took a shower."
Meng Chu nodded: "Oh."
Then he picked up the remote control and pressed it behind him.
The air conditioner is on.
Warm wind blew towards him. Fu Guanshan was silent for a moment and said stubbornly: "I resist the cold."
Meng Chu thought about it and felt that it made sense: "Have you ever filmed a nude scene in the middle of winter?" He paused and continued, "But you'd better be careful. The flu is very serious recently. Most of the teachers in our group have been infected. Your hair is still wet. Not only will you catch a cold easily, but you'll also get a headache easily."
Fu Guanshan walked towards the bathroom resignedly: "I'll go blow dry my hair now."
Meng Chu looked at his back and suddenly realized what he had just overlooked.
Fu Guanshan used the bathroom again!
The bathroom must be flooded again now, and I will have to mop it again later.
Meng Chu sighed, took out a second bowl of cereal, and made breakfast for his family.
Fu Guanshan didn't say anything until they finished washing and eating.
Without sunlight, the corridor was chilly in the morning. Before going out, Meng Chu carefully put on a scarf, put on a mask, and made sure that he had not forgotten anything, but he always felt that something was wrong today.
He looked up and saw Fu Guanshan looking at him.
"My neck is still bare," Fu Guanshan said, "Isn't this a potential risk of catching a cold?"
Meng Chu was silent for a moment, returned to the bedroom, and took out a scarf: "This one is a bit old, if you don't mind..."
Fu Guanshan took it and wrapped it around his neck twice: "I'll return it to you after we get married."
Meng Chu watched him stride down the stairs. The faded fabric piled up around his neck, the wool fringe tangled together, looked like a piece of haute couture at fashion week.
Meng Chu thought back to how he looked when he wore the scarf—like a poor student who didn’t receive any scholarship.
He admired it for a while and followed.
He has long known that there are differences between people.
The stylist is an old acquaintance of Fu Guanshan, and they had worked together when Fu Guanshan just debuted. They drove to the studio, and the stylist pushed Meng Chu into a chair and quickly sorted out a lot of things that he couldn't understand. She took off Meng Chu's glasses and stared at him, but he avoided her gaze as usual.
The stylist studied his facial features for a while and asked, "Do I have to wear these glasses?"
Meng Chu said: "I have conjunctivitis and it hurts to wear contact lenses."
"Don't you consider doing femtosecond or laser surgery?"
"I don't have time and I'm afraid of the risks." Meng Chu said honestly. It is impossible for him to not stare at the computer screen for a day.
"Then how about changing the lenses to ones that don't turn yellow?"
"This is for blue light protection," Meng Chu said, "I think it is very necessary."
The stylist held his chin in his hand and thought for a while, then sighed: "What a pity, you have beautiful eyes."
"That's right," Fu Guanshan said, "When I first saw him, I thought his eyes were like Hedwig's."
The stylist was confused: "Who does she look like? Hathaway?"
"No, it's a snowy owl." Meng Chu said.
The stylist continued to be confused.
Meng Chu continued to explain: "It's the bird that Harry Potter raised."
The stylist experienced the most speechless five seconds of his life and looked at Fu Guanshan: "You said your wife looks like a bird?"
Fu Guanshan said seriously: "They are beautiful and holy birds of prey."
Meng Chu felt that he had nothing to do with any of the three words, but it was a precious second-level protected animal, so it could be considered a compliment. He accepted it with a smile.
But what about the term "wife"?
"Okay, let's not talk about the eyes," the stylist stroked his bangs awkwardly, "then can you change this dog-bitten hairstyle?"
Meng Chu raised his hand and touched the hair on his forehead: "Is it ugly..."
"It's like you have a basin of kelp on your head," the stylist asked, "Who cut your bangs?"
"...the old man next to the stone bridge downstairs."
"ah?"
Meng Chu gestured: "It's the kind of roadside stall with only a chair and a razor. When customers come, they sit on the chair and the haircut is done in ten minutes."
The stylist scratched his head and said, "Is there no better barber shop in the university town?"
Meng Chu was silent for a while, and then said, "Every time I go in, they enthusiastically ask me to apply for a card, and I can't resist."
Whether it was a barrage of questions or pleading eyes.
Every time I top up, upgrade my membership, and get the scalp care triple combo, I feel like I've escaped death when I go out. For this reason, he would not go to the barber shop unless it was necessary. If his hair was really too long, he would go to the barber shop for help. The uncle charges cheaply and doesn’t promote sales.
The stylist looked at him with dismay for a while and said, "I'll fix this later. Put on your makeup first."
Meng Chu was attacked by the memory of 129 again and began to panic: "I'm not going to perform on stage, why do I need to put on makeup?"
"It's okay, just put on nude makeup," Fu Guanshan patted him, "Can you put on stage makeup for wedding photos?"
Meng Chu had a lot of questions, such as "What is nude makeup?", "What is stage makeup?", "Makeup may not be able to remedy the situation, so let's change someone else." Before she could even ask, the stylist had already started. Because there was a mosaic in front of his eyes, he could only feel the other person pressing a sponge on his face, and then using brushes of various sizes.
No brush Gu Kaizhi had ever used in his life had ever brushed his eyelids as much as the brushes he had used.
"But I didn't expect you to be so young," the stylist said as she was drawing eyeliner on him. "Are you in graduate school?"
Fu Guanshan, who had been leaning against the wall admiring her since she started putting on makeup, replied, "No, he's supervising graduate students."
"Bring..." The stylist was very close, and Meng Chu could see the shock in her eyes, "You are a professor? How old are you?"
"Associate professor," Meng Chu tried hard to suppress the urge to dodge the eyeliner, "twenty-eight years old."
"You're a professor at such a young age. Are you one of those geniuses who skipped grades since childhood?"
Meng Chu gave up correcting him and said, "No, I studied normally and got admitted directly to the doctoral program in five years. I graduated last year."
“Isn’t it genius to go straight to a PhD after graduating from undergraduate school?”
"Hmm..." Meng Chu thought for a moment and said, "In fact, there are more direct doctoral places than master's places. All of my classmates who want to pursue scientific research in the future will get a direct doctoral degree."
Although it is difficult for a PhD to graduate on time these days, it still cannot be considered a genius.
The stylist fell into self-doubt.
Fu Guanshan shrugged, as if he was used to it: "Their evaluation system is different from ours."
The stylist calculated the time again and said, "So you will be an associate professor after you graduate with a doctorate, isn't that impressive?"
"It was mainly luck," Meng Chu said. "Linda Microelectronics planned to expand in the next two years and hired a lot of people. My research direction happened to be in line with it, so they gave me a higher title."
"Don't believe his nonsense," Fu Guanshan retorted, "My aunt said that these days, those who graduate with a doctorate and become associate professors at a 211 university are all great people. He has strong scientific research capabilities."
"This title is temporary," Meng Chu struggled to lower his expectations. "The school system is either promotion or demotion. After five years, if I don't complete the contract requirements, I will be demoted to lecturer."
"You'll be fine," the stylist encouraged him.
Meng Chu frowned, thinking of the mess in the laboratory, and became worried again: "That's not necessarily true. There was also someone in our group who was an associate professor when he joined, but he never applied for the Youth Foundation, and he left on his own initiative before his contract expired..."
Fu Guanshan stood up and reached out to smooth the other person's brow. "There you go again," he said. "It's not a good habit to think too lowly of yourself."
The stylist said, "It's not an over-rating."
The two of them glared at each other, but Meng Chu didn't pay attention to their quarrel. The moment his fingers touched his forehead, he leaned back unconsciously. Although they were about to become a legal couple, this was their first physical contact.
He instinctively panics about intimacy.
The finger did not chase after him. It stayed in the air for a while, then retracted and placed back on the table.
"Okay," the stylist put down the gel bottle with satisfaction, took two steps back, and looked at his work in the mirror. "How is it?"
Meng Chu was still in a daze - he only saw a blurry figure - and only felt that Fu Guanshan was staring at him.
"Does your lab have any 3D printer?" Fu Guanshan said, "You can print this shape and weld it on your head."
Meng Chu was aroused by this sentence and wanted to take the glasses, but the stylist immediately slapped his arm away: "No, once you put them on, the whole look will be ruined."
"But I..."
“Quick, quick, quick,” the stylist said, “Just take the photo.”
The photographer lowered the red curtain and asked them to sit on the chairs. The thick smell of jelly in his hair, the blurred vision, everything was different from usual. Meng Chu felt like he was thrown into a different dimension, confused and uneasy.
"Newlyweds, why are you standing so far apart?" The photographer gestured with his hand, "Your shoulders are not even touching!"
While Meng Chu was still hesitating, he felt something warm on his shoulder. His muscles tensed immediately.
"Come on, smile at me."
Meng Chu tried hard to raise the corners of his mouth, but he knew it would not be natural. He seldom takes photos and is like a puppet when facing the camera.
"Very good! It would be even better if the amplitude was a little bigger!"
If it lasts more than five seconds, Meng Chu's smile will be harder than marble. He looked at the flash camera awkwardly, trying to retract his smile and then smile again. Perhaps this would make it more natural - although based on past experience, it wouldn't be much better.
The photographer kept praising and encouraging him, and even told some jokes, trying to make Meng Chu relax, but it didn't work. Meng Chu felt very guilty.
"Okay," the photographer made an OK gesture after several adjustments, "let's pick the photos."
Meng Churu felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly put on his glasses and walked in front of the screen with Fu Guanshan.
The moment the photographer enlarged the picture, Meng Chu was stunned.
The person in the photo looks... different from me.
Normally, the only people who would say he is good-looking are the clerks in clothing stores. As we all know, this is the most unbelievable source of compliments in the world.
But if it's the person in the photo, then it's worth praising.
Being able to photograph him like this, he is truly a role model in the industry.
"Thank you," Meng Chu said, "The photo is much better than the real person."
Fu Guanshan was very dissatisfied: "What are you talking about? You are good-looking, the kind that is worth looking at."
Meng Chu smiled. He was grateful to those who were willing to praise him, regardless of whether they were sincere or not.
But, isn’t the word “nice to look at” used to describe people who are not good-looking enough? No one would ever describe Meng Jining as "good-looking".
The photographer quickly finished retouching the photos and handed them the wedding photos.
Fu Guanshan put on sunglasses and a hat and walked out of the studio with Meng Chu. When the cool breeze in the morning blew, the styled hair became like steel wire, with each strand clearly distinguishable. Occasionally, a few of the office workers hurrying past on the road turned back to look at Meng Chu.
He raised his hand and touched his exquisite hairstyle and eyebrows that were trimmed with eyebrow pencil.
Another person turned and looked at him.
Meng Chu lowered his head unconsciously and played with his hair with his hands until it returned to its original shape.
His uneven hair fell across his forehead and he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling safe.
Because they were one day late, they successfully avoided a good day in the lunar and solar calendars. There were not many people at the Civil Affairs Bureau and they completed the procedures quickly. The only delay was that when the staff saw the wedding photos, they looked up in shock and stared at Fu Guanshan for a while.
Walking out of the gate, Meng Chu said goodbye to Fu Guanshan and turned to walk to the other side.
Fu Guanshan was so surprised that he didn't react for a few seconds. Then he suddenly started to call out to the other person, "Where are you going?"
Meng Chu looked at the sign, then looked at the person he was going to marry: "Subway station."
"Why are you..." Fu Guanshan took a look at the car that his agent rented for him to make sure it really existed.
"Aren't you going to fly to Hong Kong?" Meng Chu said, "Linda and the airport are in the opposite direction."
"I'm not in a hurry! I can send you to the university and come back in time!"
"That's a long way off..."
This person is right. If you don’t blow-dry your hair, you will easily get a headache. He has a headache now. "So you were willing to take my car before, was it because it was on the way? Or you wouldn't have taken it if it wasn't on the way?"
"I'm just worried that you'll get into trouble..." Meng Chu looked at his expression and turned back, "Thank you then."
Fu Guanshan let out a long sigh and felt like his alveoli were about to deflate.
Meng Chu sat in the passenger seat and whispered "thank you" again, secretly glancing at him from the corner of his eyes from time to time.
Fu Guanshan stretched out his hand unhappily: "Give me your hand."
"Why ..."
Fu Guanshan grabbed Meng Chu's wrist and said, "You talk too much."
Meng Chu stopped talking and stared at the part of his body that was in someone else's hands, feeling a little nervous.
Fu Guanshan opened the storage compartment and took out a box.
"Bvlgari," Fu Guanshan slowly put the ring on his ring finger, "or do you have a forum called this?"
Meng Chu stared at the fragmented light from the ring. Fu Guanshan briefly let go of his hand, put the ring on himself, then held him again and clasped his hands together.
"Your hands are beautiful." Fu Guanshan said as he took out his cell phone, pointed it at the two people's hands, and took a picture.
Meng Chu didn't realize that his hands were trembling slightly and his muscles had already stiffened. "What is this for?"
"Post it on WeChat Moments," Fu Guanshan glanced at him, "to let the world know that I'm quitting the market. You have to post one, too."
“I don’t post on WeChat Moments.”
Fu Guanshan stared at him as if he were an alien.
"I don't think it's necessary," Meng Chu said, "and no one will pay attention to me."
Fu Guanshan was about to say something, but then he felt it was unnecessary and swallowed his words back: "I'll send you the photos, you can do whatever you want."
Meng Chu nodded slightly, thinking that many procedures of the marriage were handled by the other party, and they strictly followed the etiquette, and said, "Thank you, it's troublesome."
Fu Guanshan glanced at him and said, "If you want to thank me so much, then promise me one thing."
"What's up?"
"From now on," Fu Guanshan raised his left hand and stroked the ring with his thumb, "you are not allowed to take it off unless it hinders the development of circuit design research."
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