Chapter 43 Phone
As Meng Chu was on his way to the appointment, question marks kept popping up in his mind as he heard the slight sound of the engine.
First, Fu Guanshan wants to go to an ordinary cinema to watch a movie.
It’s not that he is not in the same consumer class as ordinary movie theaters, but as a public figure, it’s always troublesome for him to go to such crowded places. If they want to enjoy the big screen, they can go to a private cinema.
Second, Fu Guanshan wants to go to a regular cinema to watch his own movie.
He had already seen it at the premiere... This is what he played! If you want to talk about contributing to the box office, what’s the use of just two tickets?
However, who doesn’t want to watch their partner act together? After the meeting, Meng Chu rushed to the cinema while looking at the time.
For Meng Chu, being late is an item in the criminal law. Making the other party wait for one more minute increases the sin.
Unfortunately, the underground garage was full, so he had to park in the parking lot across the street. When he got out of the car, there were only ten minutes left before the movie started.
He walked to the intersection and the light was about to turn red. He wanted to run over quickly, but his eyes caught sight of something and he stopped.
From a distance, he saw a tall man standing at the entrance of the cinema.
It seems that Fu Guanshan arrived earlier than him. As if to blend into the crowd, the other person was dressed very inconspicuously today, as if he had borrowed Meng Chu's wardrobe, and even the mask was disposable.
Even so, Meng Chu still saw him at a glance.
He was waiting for something, but he was not anxious, as if he knew it would happen sooner or later.
His eyes moved among the crowd and finally fell on the person across the street.
At that moment, even through the traffic and the mask, Meng Chu could still feel the other person's swelling and overflowing joy.
This person is actually mine. As Meng Chu thought about this, he suddenly felt a different kind of distant tranquility.
He just looked at him like this, and just like this, a feeling of happiness filled his heart.
The red light began to flash and returned to zero. Before he reached the other person, the other person had already reached out and grabbed him.
He used to feel ashamed of being intimate in public, but now he forgot everything around him.
He just looked at the people around him and asked, "You want to wear sunglasses to the cinema?"
"Don't touch it," Fu Guanshan said, "This is the only fashionable thing I have."
This is a 3D film. Would this person clip the 3D lenses onto his sunglasses? Would he?
They walked into the IMAX theater, and Meng Chu couldn't help asking, "Why did you come to see Road to Heaven?"
"I want to see the reactions of ordinary audiences," Fu Guanshan said. "I'm surrounded by people in the same field, so how can I know the real feeling of watching a movie?"
Meng Chu wanted to say that this sample size was not representative, but he held back.
It sounds like a "secret visit", but as soon as the movie started, Meng Chu saw him staring at the screen wholeheartedly, immersed in the plot.
In the film, when the protagonist was captured by the villain, tortured, and about to be shot, Fu Guanshan still clenched his hand.
Meng Chu looked at him in shock, and he looked at Meng Chu in shock.
"Didn't you act this out yourself?" Meng Chu asked.
"Why don't you worry about me at all?" Fu Guanshan asked.
What "I"... This is only the half, how could the protagonist die!
The film is a traditional commercial film with a little bit of humanistic care, such as a supporting character who falls into gangsterism because of his family. While Meng Chu admired the veteran actor's acting skills and thought that the screenwriter had kept the rhythm very tight, he turned around and saw tears flashing in Fu Guanshan's eyes.
Meng Chu's heart skipped a beat and he silently took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him. Fu Guanshan glanced at him, seeming to lament his indifference.
"The little boy called out 'Mom' at the end."
"There were many hints before that she would die."
Fu Guanshan looked at the screen, feeling sad alone.
Meng Chu helplessly observed his surroundings and whispered, "I'm not typical. Everyone is very touched."
Fu Guanshan paused as he wiped his eyes, as if he was comforted.
When they walked out of the cinema, it was dinner time, so they found a restaurant to eat.
The place was booked by Fu Guanshan. When he made the reservation, he seemed a little aggrieved for himself - he originally wanted to cook the meal himself, but Meng Chu declined.
The reason is simple: Fu Guanshan's cooking style is too unpredictable.
Although he repeatedly advised the other party to keep it simple with advice on paper writing, the other party still insisted on his extravagant desire and said that he focused on innovation.
Most of the time, this tendency just wastes time, but sometimes it also wastes acting skills.
For example, last time Fu Guanshan suddenly had an idea and said he wanted to experiment with "molecular cuisine". Five hours later, Meng Chu was sitting at the dining table and saw a plate of something that looked like forest soil in front of him.
"This is snail oatmeal." said Fu Guanshan.
After Meng Chu used all his strength to control his facial muscles and said "delicious", he secretly made up his mind that he should go out and try simple meals sometimes.
As a result, the moment he stepped into Fu Guanshan's preferred restaurant, he saw a table with a radish-carved "Dragon and Phoenix" on it.
Something is wrong.
This shop has the same style as Fu Guanshan.
Sure enough, the first dish was a beautiful pond of lotus flowers. The layers of puff pastry were blooming lotus petals, supporting a small yellow pistil in the middle.
Just one look at the density of the petals tells you how much effort and money it took.
"I've been to this restaurant before. Lotus crisps are their signature dish." Fu Guanshan looked at him with eager eyes.
Meng Chu destroyed a perfect lotus flower, chewed it slowly, and made sure every taste bud was satisfied, then said, "It's good."
Fu Guanshan looked at him expectantly: "What else?"
It’s fine to write a short essay about the dishes you cooked yourself, but do you also have to write about dishes cooked by others? Meng Chu's ability to praise ends here. His brain races as he writes: "Well... from the appearance, the petals and stamens are very lifelike; from the taste, the outer layer has a buttery scent, the middle has a glutinous rice scent, and the inside has a fruity scent..."
Fu Guanshan suddenly said: "Wait."
ah? Is that it? He finally found an idea.
"No," Fu Guanshan turned on his phone, with the screen facing him, "Your face..."
Meng Chu interrupted his mind map, looked towards the camera, and was shocked. A fine red rash appeared on his cheeks, and he was slightly swollen from his cheekbones to his chin.
"This..." Meng Chu stared at the lotus cake, "Is there mango in it?"
There is mango in traditional Chinese pastries?
Fu Guanshan stood up and pulled him out: "Let's go to the hospital quickly."
"It's okay," Meng Chu comforted, "My allergy is not serious, at most I'll just get a rash. I have medicine at home, I'll just take one pill and I'll be fine."
Fu Guanshan stared at him, as if he had just said something crazy: "Get in the car quickly."
They rushed to the People's Hospital at lightning speed. According to Meng Chu, firstly, they didn't have to drive at such a dangerous speed, and secondly, they didn't have to go to a Grade A hospital. What’s so difficult about prescribing allergy medicine?
He went to the emergency room, and the doctor's diagnosis was exactly the same as Meng Chu's. Only Fu Guanshan forced him to stay in the hospital until the symptoms completely disappeared.
Helplessly, Meng Chu could only sit in the corridor of the lobby and endure the guilty gazes.
"Stop staring at me." Meng Chu raised his hand and stood between the two of them. He really didn't want Fu Guanshan to remember his face covered with rashes.
Fu Guanshan's eyes were still glued to him in an annoying way.
Meng Chu pursed his lips, silently found a mask and put it on. Suddenly, something flashed in front of his eyes. He sat up straight and leaned his head out.
"What's wrong?" Fu Guanshan asked.
"I saw an acquaintance." Meng Chu said.
Fu Guanshan followed his gaze and saw a strange tall man. He had the receipt in his hand and was at the payment window, but he was always parallel to the line. Every newcomer looked at him and asked if he was in line. He silently stood aside, so he was always at the end of the line.
Fu Guanshan carefully looked at the man for a while and said indignantly: "He is not that handsome."
Meng Chu was stunned for a moment, and glanced at him blankly: "He is the person my brother likes."
Fu Guanshan's doubts increased instead of diminishing.
The man finally folded up the bill and walked to a wheelchair. Sitting in the wheelchair was a gray-haired old man with a belt tied around his waist and his head kept lowered. The man said something and the old man kept shaking his head. The two of them were in a stalemate for a while. The man clenched his fists and pushed the wheelchair out.
When they passed by Meng Chu, Meng Chu raised his head and the other person's expression caught his eye.
That expression startled him.
He had never seen such a gray and desperate look, as if there was an endless abyss in front of him. He didn't know how long he would fall, but he only knew that he would be shattered into pieces in the end.
It was not until the two men disappeared at the door that Fu Guanshan asked, "Is that his father?"
"Maybe," Meng Chu said, "It looks like he's sick." His expression became serious, "This is bad."
"What's wrong?" Fu Guanshan reacted for a while, "Do you think your brother is also involved?"
"Well," Meng Chu said, "If my brother wants to help, this will be troublesome."
Fu Guanshan looked at him with strange eyes. After a long time, he suddenly hugged him and said, "Oh my God, my wife is so kind."
Meng Chu got goosebumps at his pilgrim tone. What's going on?
"You recently bought a lamp and a chair. Are they both for your brother?" Fu Guanshan said, "He suffered so much injustice when he was a child, but you still care about him. You are such a good person."
Meng Chu was silent for a moment, lowered his head, and was glad that he was wearing a mask.
Nice person? Kind?
Nope.
He was so diligent in bringing things to Meng Jining, and judging by his performance, it was not out of deep brotherly love or excessive sympathy.
Just because he needed an excuse to visit his down-and-out brother. And supporting dreams is the best excuse.
Moreover, when he supported Meng Jining, the moment he handed Meng Jining the desk lamp, he found that deep in his heart, an indescribable sense of accomplishment gushed out, which comforted him.
So this day has come.
It turns out that there will be a day when he stands in a safe place and lends a helping hand to Meng Jining who is in trouble.
So he has been taking care of Meng Jining's life, and he goes to visit him from time to time. Every time he saw the dilapidated house and the deserted bar, he felt happy.
He didn't like Meng Jining, but he liked Meng Jining's desolation.
As a result, Meng Jining was deeply moved by him, and his lover felt that he was generous and tolerant, and that he did not hold grudges and valued his brothers.
Things were developing in a direction he had not expected, and he had no idea how to continue this derailed contact.
As if to intensify his swaying, his phone vibrated. He opened it and saw that Meng Jining had sent him an audio file.
It’s a song I’ve never heard of… a new song written by Meng Jining?
He turned on the audio and put the phone to his ear. There was something inspiring in the song. He originally just wanted to complete the task, but after listening to it, he couldn't calm down for a long time, as if he had gone through someone's life of breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly.
He doesn't understand music and just judged based on his feelings. He thought it was well written, so he sent a thumbs-up emoticon.
After a while, the other party called. He hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the phone.
"Brother, you listened so quickly." Meng Jining was obviously very excited.
Meng Chu told the truth: "Well, I think it's good."
The other person laughed and said, "As long as you like it, I wrote it for you."
Meng Chu was stunned. Thinking back to the lyrics I had heard sporadically and the uplifting melody - was it written for him?
"I like this one, too," Meng Jining said. "This is the song I am going to participate in the competition."
"To participate?"
"Well, that 'Songlike Journey'," Meng Jining said, "even though it wasn't selected, I think it's very good."
Meng Chu was a little surprised. Is the threshold for originality so high now? Such a beautiful song can’t pass the preliminary round?
"I also have a video of me singing this song, and I want to send it to you," Meng Jining said, "I received the chair, it's very useful. Ah, are you still busy with experiments? I won't bother you anymore, brother, come and watch me sing when you have time."
The call was hung up, and after a while, a video slowly popped up on the page. Meng Chu clicked it and saw Meng Jining immersed in music under the dim lights of the bar.
The progress bar slowly reached the end. Meng Chu looked at the screen and suddenly felt a little lonely.
He felt a little ridiculous.
Lately, although he still visits Meng Jining, his sense of accomplishment has become less and less, and he no longer feels happy.
Even though he lives in a simple house and pursues an unattainable dream, Meng Jining still lives a fulfilling, satisfying and happy life.
Even though his piece didn't even make it past the preliminary round, he was still full of confidence.
Even if the person he likes has no future and no impressive academic qualifications, he still doesn't hesitate to mention her.
He doesn't have a good job or a well-known partner, but he still tells his life in a cool and casual way.
Meng Chu suddenly remembered himself taking Fu Guanshan to the wedding banquet. This self, who tried so hard to put on a worldly coat, seemed extremely empty and fragile in comparison.
He originally thought that he was jealous of the gifted Meng Jining, but just now he was shocked to find that he was also jealous of the down-and-out Meng Jining.
Is this the child who grew up in love? Even when he is down and out, he can be so calm and carefree.
He stared at his phone for a long time until Fu Guanshan suddenly said, "But if I were given another chance, maybe I would do the same."
He was startled and turned to look at him.
"Unfortunately, I have already lost that brother."
Meng Chu looked at his melancholy expression, held his hand, and was about to say something when a shrill ring rang.
Fu Guanshan frowned and answered the phone. He had no schedule recently.
Haiqiu's excited voice came over, as if he had just won the lottery. He heard the other side say two sentences, and the tone suddenly changed: "What?"
Meng Chu raised her head and looked at her husband. There was a serious expression on the other person's face that he had never seen before.
"Really? Are you kidding me?" Fu Guanshan clenched his phone tightly, "Did Director Chen agree to take the script?"
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