Chapter 57 Romance
Life returned to normal. Meng Chu is still shuttling between the laboratory and the ocean of data. After recuperating for a period of time, Fu Guanshan went to western Sichuan to start filming "Undercurrent".
Although the previous "workplace bullying" storm has subsided, it is always harder to clarify than to spread rumors. Some people did not pay attention to the subsequent developments, and some people still have vague suspicions. At this time, a character with both black and white sides, a complex personality, and a lot of room for development is a good means of publicity. After all, professional ability is the best weapon to make the audience forget their private life.
The shooting schedule is tight, but occasionally, there are moments when you can let go of all your fatigue. For example, after finishing a night scene and falling into a good sleep, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and saw my lover in casual clothes.
"The school is holding a sports meet these two days, so my classes are cancelled." Meng Chu saw the hazy shock in his eyes, "No need to act, you know I will come."
Fu Guanshan said happily: "We really have a tacit understanding."
Meng Chu couldn't bear to point out that it was Fu Guanshan who specifically asked Hai Qiu to send the schedule over and highlighted the free time periods.
The filming location is in a small town that has not been developed for tourism. It has a high altitude and strong ultraviolet rays. After not seeing each other for a few days, Fu Guanshan's skin turned into a brown wheat color, which is exactly the image of a traditional tough guy. Meng Chu looked at it carefully and couldn't help but touch it, feeling that it had a unique charm.
Fu Guanshan smiled proudly, his white teeth blinding the eyes against his skin. He grabbed Meng Chu's hand, placed it behind his neck, hugged the other's thigh and lifted it up. Meng Chu nearly lost his balance, and quickly hugged his neck and wrapped his legs around his waist.
In this posture, Meng Chu could rarely look down at him. The curtains haven't been opened yet, and the three-dimensional brow bone and nose bridge make the eyes dormant in the shadows, which makes people feel uneasy if they look at it for a long time.
"Just watch like this," Fu Guanshan looked at the other person's fascinated and focused eyes, "why don't you do something?"
Meng Chu blinked, hesitated for a moment, slowly lowered her head and kissed him on the lips.
Fu Guanshan did not respond and let him touch him, as if waiting for his next move.
Meng Chu was a little troubled. He rarely takes the initiative in sex, and feels at a loss if the other party does not respond. After thinking about it, he made up his mind and imitated Fu Guanshan's previous kiss, breaking the other's lips and slowly exploring deep inside.
In the previous kiss, he had basically no room to perform. Now that the important task was handed over to him, he could only rely on his memory, summarize, conclude, and refine his techniques, clumsily depicting the other person's mouth.
Fu Guanshan still had no reaction, his breathing was steady and deep. Meng Chu was a little annoyed. He closed his eyes, wrapped his tongue around his and sucked it, while wrapping his lower body with his hands.
Fu Guanshan hissed, took a deep breath, and left fingerprints on the soft flesh. He took two quick steps and threw the person onto the bed.
Meng Chu fell heavily on the bedding. Before he could scream, he heard the crisp sound of metal buckles. He turned his head and was shocked to see his hands handcuffed to the bedpost - a prop from the crew?
Fu Guanshan knelt on one leg beside him, turned his head with his hands, and leaned closer. "Okay," he pressed his lips to his earlobe, "now tell me, where did you hide the documents?"
Meng Chu opened his mouth and his mind went blank. Why didn't you tell him in advance that you wanted to act? He can't improvise!
Fu Guanshan slowly raised his body and looked down at him with a somewhat gloomy expression, completely unlike the enthusiastic and cheerful lover just now.
"Since you won't say anything," he slowly pulled off his tie, "then I can only find a way to make you speak."
Are you serious? ! Bullying him because he has no acting experience? !
The curtains were drawn all the time, so I couldn't feel the light going by. When Fu Guanshan finally found the key to the handcuffs, it was already dark outside the window.
The man who was so fierce just now was now rubbing Meng Chu's arm with concern: "Does it hurt? Let me massage you?"
Meng Chu looked at the red mark on his wrist weakly and didn't look away - it had been sore for a long time, and it would be quite comfortable if he pressed it a few times.
"I was wrong," Fu Guanshan said solemnly, "I will never torture you again."
Meng Chu said "Oh" emotionlessly.
"Next time you come to interrogate me," Fu Guanshan's eyes were clear and innocent, "I promise not to confess."
Meng Chu wanted to roll his eyes, but he didn't have the strength. He tilted his head on the pillow and ignored him.
As soon as he looked away, Fu Guanshan leaned forward, which was very annoying. "I have a rehearsal tomorrow morning," Fu Guanshan said, "You can rest in the hotel for a while. I'll pick you up in the afternoon and we can go out for a walk... or just stay in the room."
Meng Chu opened his eyes wide. no! He doesn't like enclosed spaces now!
“You’re not going to take me around the set?” he said. “I thought you were going to announce my arrival to everyone.”
"Alas," Fu Guanshan said, "You only need to show off things you don't have. Is it necessary now?"
Meng Chu bit his lip and said speechlessly: "Then just be quiet for a while..."
Having said that, he suddenly sat up and ran towards the toilet, followed by a retching sound.
Fu Guanshan's heart sank rapidly. What? His skills have become so bad now? Customer reviews are physiologically disgusting?
He quickly poured Meng Chu a glass of water and patted his back while feeling a heart-wrenching sadness. "Okay," he said, "If you really don't like it, then we will follow the national review standards and not touch below the neck..."
Meng Chu frowned and looked at him. "What? I'm..." He started to feel sick again halfway through his sentence.
Fu Guanshan observed his expression carefully. Pale cheeks, lips slightly purple.
"Oh," he suddenly realized, "it's altitude sickness."
It turns out that people cannot do strenuous exercise in the absence of oxygen.
Fu Guanshan asked him to drink glucose and brought him an oxygen cylinder for him to breathe. The crew did have painkillers and medicine for altitude sickness, but they had little effect. In the end, the body had to adapt to the oxygen-deficient environment on its own.
Fu Guanshan held his hand guiltily, sat beside the bed, and looked at him with tearful eyes.
"Don't be so exaggerated," Meng Chu said, "I don't feel like vomiting now, I just feel dizzy. Please sleep with me for a while."
Fu Guanshan fell beside him, faster than a bullet, and then looked at him with that hateful innocent look.
Meng Chu closed his eyes and cut off the other party's courtship signals. Unfortunately, although I was physically tired, I couldn’t fall asleep because something was weighing down the back of my head - insomnia is also one of the reactions to altitude sickness.
He tossed and turned for a while, then finally gave up. He turned his head to look at the huge source of heat beside him and poked his shoulder with his hand.
Fu Guanshan stretched out his hand and put it on his forehead: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
"I can't sleep," Meng Chu said, "Come and chat with me for a while."
Fu Guanshan was stunned for a moment, then immediately turned over excitedly, his eyes like torches, emitting dazzling light in the thick night.
Meng Chu sighed. Fu Guanshan had an inexplicable love for chatting before bed, which once caused a marriage crisis.
Meng Chu takes sleeping very seriously. After turning off the lights, he will concentrate on getting sleepy and welcome a beautiful dream.
The process of consciousness slowly blurring is sacred and cannot be disturbed! cannot!
However, every time when he wanted to sleep, the people around him would say quietly: "Remember the director I told you about last time..."
ah! !
The following process is usually like this: Meng Chu is in great pain, but out of politeness he still reluctantly agrees, using perfunctory words like "um" and "like this" until he can no longer bear the sleepiness and falls asleep.
After a few nights like this, Meng Chu had a strong desire to sleep in a separate room, but every time he brought it up, the other party looked at him with hurt eyes, like a big dog that had been kicked, and said in a resentful tone: "You work all day and ignore me when you come home. I can only talk to you for a while before going to bed..."
Usually by this time, Meng Chu would surrender.
Fortunately, Fu Guanshan noticed his dissatisfaction and was too embarrassed to harass him frequently.
Today was the first time Meng Chu took the initiative to ask for a chat. His eyes lit up as if he had seen a bone: "What to talk about?"
Meng Chu believes that this task of finding topics should be given to people who are good at it.
Fu Guanshan thought about it, came forward, and said mysteriously: "Do you know when I fell in love with you?"
So high energy right from the start? Meng Chu shuddered and forgot about the dizziness in the back of his head and the soreness in his arms.
Fu Guanshan looked at him with eager eyes, pretended to be deep and paused for a few seconds, and announced the answer: "In Hong Kong, when you held a VR wedding for me."
Meng Chu blinked, not knowing whether to be excited or disappointed. "Oh..." he said, "That period before that, and our marriage...it was indeed because of that childhood letter. You have to make it up to me and make me happy."
"What?" Fu Guanshan said, "I was just curious about you and wanted to get closer to you and understand you. People say that curiosity is the beginning of falling in love."
"Who is that person?"
"The TV series I acted in."
Meng Chu wanted to say something, but finally held back.
"I fell in love with you the moment I got to know you," Fu Guanshan said, "As long as I really get along with you, I will love you."
His partner is someone who needs deep friendship, but happens to be someone who finds it difficult to make deep friendships with others.
"Also, our marriage is not compensation," Fu Guanshan said, "it's clearly fate."
He was still as passionate about romantic love and movie plots, but Meng Chu knew that what he said was true and that their meeting was fate.
"Do you know when I fell in love with you?" Meng Chu asked.
Fu Guanshan curled his lips calmly, as if he thought this was a question that didn't need to be discussed: "Take a closer look at this face?"
Meng Chu opened his mouth and closed it again. Forget it, just let him go.
By the second half of the night, I had adapted to the oxygen supply efficiency of the plateau and the headache symptoms gradually disappeared. Meng Chu finally fell into a peaceful sleep.
When he woke up, the bed next to him was empty, probably because he had gone to the set. There was breakfast beside the bed. Meng Chu picked up a bun, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.
He tuned to a certain channel and saw a replay of last night's semi-final on the screen. Meng Jining held the guitar and bowed with a smile in the face of cheers and applause.
He seemed to be as high-spirited as Meng Chu remembered, but Meng Chu could still see a hint of fatigue in that smile. There was something, something he had never understood when he was young, that eventually rubbed off on him.
During the post-interview, the host congratulated him: "I heard that your first album has just been released."
"Yes," he said, "thank you fans for your trust and support."
"However, the small words on the cover are a bit confusing," the host asked, "what does it mean?"
He shrugged and said, "Just a tribute to my favorite painter."
On the screen, the host's eyes were still puzzled, but outside the screen, Meng Chu smiled.
Last week, he received a donation agreement from the company signed by Meng Jining. The agreement states that the profits from this album will be used to purchase a PXI chip integrated test platform and a graphene femtosecond laser transient spectrum system, which will be donated to the Circuit Design and System Integration Laboratory of Lincheng University.
Along with the agreement came a sample of an album. There is a line of handwritten words on the cover.
——The reason we can still see "Sunflowers" today is not because Van Gogh was a genius, but because his brothers loved him.
In the past, Meng Chu would never have accepted such an expensive gift from his brother, but now he could sign the documents without feeling a heavy burden on his shoulders. After all, this is the love between relatives and a support for scientific research.
However, Fu Guanshan was quite dissatisfied with this agreement.
"What the… what pedigree? I'm the one who's going to donate it!" He complained loudly, "I've even thought about what clothes to wear and how to wave my hands at the donation ceremony! How can he steal my limelight!"
Meng Chu pointed out that this might be because he couldn't remember the name of the instrument.
Fu Guanshan glared at his partner - this man's poisonous tongue was becoming more and more lethal, and he even looked happy after attacking.
"What are you laughing at?" he demanded angrily.
Meng Chu still didn't hide his smile. "I feel very lucky," he said. "The people I love love me in the end."
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