Chapter 58 Marriage
While "Undercurrent" was being filmed, "The Missing Children on Yong'an Street" was also successfully launched. Fu Guanshan did not participate in the film, but as one of the investors, he was listed as a producer and would visit the set from time to time.
Director Chen has some understanding of the inside story of dealing with Guan Shan's filming. After Zhong Wenchu's trial, he asked Fu Guanshan if he wanted to continue the project.
"I'm very optimistic about this script," Director Chen looked at his expression and added, "It's not about your writing style, it's simply about the story and subject matter. With some polishing, you can dig out a lot of angles worth thinking about."
Fu Guanshan said: "Of course I will continue."
Before, he thought Zhong Yuan would interfere with the filming of the movie. After all, it didn't create any glorious image for him. But the latest financial news - yes, he was also a person who read financial news - announced that the founder of Kexin and his wife were negotiating a divorce. The battle for control of the company triggered a purge of senior management. The company's stock price fluctuated violently. Zhong Yuan was unable to take care of himself and had no time to maintain his future public opinion image.
Then he should press on to win.
"This movie is my elegy for my brother," Fu Guanshan said. "Besides letting everyone know the truth, what kind of justice can he get?"
Director Chen smiled and said, "You sound as if the movie will lose all its money. You look down on me."
"Of course I believe Director Chen," Fu Guanshan said, "If you need my help, feel free to contact me, for example, if you have any questions about what happened back then..."
Director Chen didn't intend to make it into a documentary, but he thought the perspective of the person involved might provide new ideas, and he actually called from time to time.
There are also advantages to having a producer's title. The filming location was chosen in Lincheng, so Fu Guanshan could take advantage of his work to go home and spend a good night with his lover.
This would have been a good thing, but since purchasing the new equipment, Meng Chu has become increasingly busy, sometimes having to stay in the laboratory until nearly eleven o'clock - eleven o'clock!
This means that according to Meng Chu's schedule, the time before going to bed is only enough for washing up.
Fu Guanshan lay on the bed. During the long night, his body was hot, but his heart was as cold as the quilt.
Finally, after spending several nights of extremes, he suggested to Meng Chu that he take him to work.
Meng Chu stared at him for a while and warned him: "Those plots in the movies are fake. No one would do that kind of thing in a laboratory."
He showed a shocked expression, as if he was heartbroken because of being misunderstood: "I just want to stay with you for a while!"
Meng Chu blushed, feeling ashamed for having made assumptions about others. Fu Guanshan shook his head secretly in his heart. His wife was still so easy to trust others.
"Just think of me as a pendant," Fu Guanshan said. "When you are tired from work, just look up and comfort your eyes."
Unexpectedly, Meng Chu readily agreed. Colleagues often bring their children to work, why can’t he?
So, Fu Guanshan excitedly embarked on his academic journey. This was his first immersive experience in the life of a professor. As soon as he stepped into Meng Chu's office, the fragrance of knowledge had already permeated him from head to toe.
Meng Chu's office is a two-person room, but the teacher opposite has opened his own company and often does not come to school. The two desks are facing each other, and there is a sofa next to them.
"Just sit there for a while," Meng Chu pointed at the sofa, "do whatever you want."
The sofa was long and narrow. If Fu Guanshan lay down, half of his legs would hang outside, which detracted from his temperament. He hesitated again and again, searched for the best angle to sit down, making sure Meng Chu could see him when he looked up, and then began to play with his mobile phone comfortably.
Throughout the morning, Fu Guanshan played Candy Crush, then Weibo, and then to Bilibili and Xiaohongshu. After losing interest in mobile phones, he went to greet every teacher in the Microelectronics Department and even knew the monthly salary of the cleaning lady. Meng Chu still maintained the same attitude. Fu Guanshan suspected that the office was actually a time machine. Every time he opened the door, he would see Meng Chu at nine in the morning.
By half past twelve, Fu Guanshan had explored the entire building. Meng Chu finally sighed and collapsed back, as if giving up. "Let's eat."
Fu Guanshan was so excited that he almost jumped up. finally! Finally there is a double event!
The canteen is not far away, but Meng Chu feels that after buying a car, he should make full use of it. They walked around the Microelectronics Building and went to the parking lot of the School of Life Engineering next door. When they got in the car, Fu Guanshan suddenly thought of a suggestion to improve the working environment - wasn't this the value of his accompanying his colleagues to work!
“Why don’t you park south of the Microelectronics Building?” he said. “There are several empty parking spaces over there, and the elevator is right inside.”
Meng Chu hesitated for a while and said hesitantly: "It's too conspicuous to park there. I don't want people to see my car."
Fu Guanshan looked doubtful. What? Is the Department of Microelectronics an underground organization?
"If I park there, my colleagues will know that I come in early and leave late every day," Meng Chu said. "I'm afraid they will think that even though I work so hard, the results are just like that."
Fu Guanshan pondered for a while. The little thoughts of the top student were really... "When you were in school, did you study very hard every night, and then tell others that you stayed up late playing games?"
Meng Chu flatly denied it. Who does he tell about his game playing? He doesn’t talk to anyone.
They arrived at the cafeteria. Although Meng Chu anticipated that Fu Guanshan would be disgusted, he didn't expect the other person's face to be distorted.
Meng Chu thought he was exaggerating. He tasted the herring, then silently picked up the soup bowl and drank it all. "We're unlucky," he said in defense of the cafeteria, "and it's the last day."
"What?"
"I found a pattern," Meng Chu said. "The fish in the cafeteria is bought every few days and then pickled for later use. The fish on the first day is just right, and the fish gets saltier as time goes by."
Fu Guanshan poked the fish aside with chopsticks.
Although he didn't have enough food at noon, Meng Chu said that he would go to the laboratory in the afternoon and Fu Guanshan could have a visit.
Fu Guanshan had never been to a clean room before, and he was so excited that he forgot about being hungry.
He followed Meng Chu and walked towards the passage leading to the laboratory. Meng Chu handed him shoe covers and said, "Stand in that passage for a while."
Fu Guanshan stood there and felt that the concentration of science in his body was getting higher and higher.
Meng Chu came over, stood beside him, and said, "I have to remind you that it may damage..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Guanshan felt a gust of wind blowing towards him, rushing through his body.
"…your hairstyle."
Fu Guanshan slowly raised his hand and smoothed away a strand of hair on his forehead. He didn't dare to think about what his head would look like now. Any deviation of a hair would be fatal to this perfect hairstyle.
"This is to blow away the dust on you and keep the laboratory clean," said Meng Chu.
Fu Guanshan was combing his messy hair sadly, when suddenly an idea came to him: "Wouldn't it be great for cats to use this passage?"
Meng Chu was as dull as the nozzle in the passage.
"Look, if we install a passage at the door, when the cat goes in, the loose hair on its body will be blown away, right?" Fu Guanshan said, "This way the room can be kept clean."
Meng Chu was silent for a moment, then said, "Do you know how much an air shower room costs?"
Fu Guanshan was so immersed in the joy of discovering a new business opportunity that he didn't hear anything at all.
As Meng Chu walked, he introduced his lab bench to Fu Guanshan. This is an oscilloscope, this is a spectrometer, and this is a low-temperature coating machine...
The breath of knowledge and the cold light of metal were certainly refreshing, but after Fu Guanshan turned around twice, he still couldn't match the name with any of the instruments.
"By the way," Meng Chu said, "I have something I want to show you."
Fu Guanshan looked around the laboratory, and the dead fire in his heart ignited again: "Here?"
Even though Meng Chu said it wouldn't happen, some beautiful scenes still flashed through his mind, such as putting a person on the laboratory table, the cold table edge leaving red marks on the legs, and the surface of the metal instrument reflecting twisted and entangled limbs...
Everyone should always have dreams, what if they come true?
"Close your eyes first." Meng Chu said.
Fu Guanshan closed his eyes excitedly.
He heard light footsteps and the rustling of fabrics, and then Meng Chu's instructions rang out: "Okay."
He opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment by the scene before him.
The surrounding walls were covered with narrow, straight patterns that sparkled with blue light. He seemed to be standing in a circuit maze, and the owner of the maze was smiling at him.
Suddenly, the light began to flow and flicker, again and again, and seemed to be in a regular pattern.
Meng Chu pointed to his wrist: "It's my heartbeat."
Then, he walked towards him step by step, and the closer he got, the more intense the flow and flickering became, as if the whole room was his heart.
Finally, Meng Chu stood in front of him, his face flickering.
"What if it was faster?" he asked.
"Try it."
He suddenly reached out, pulled the other person into his arms, bent down and kissed her, more passionately than ever before. Even if you close your eyes, you can feel the light stagnate for a moment and then surge violently.
The beam of light was like a rapid current on the sea, surging, turbulent, and swift, stirring up a heart-pounding storm. Finally, amid a dizzying wave of overwhelming power, it dispersed with a loud bang, and the room was plunged into darkness.
Then he opened his eyes.
In front of them was a holographic projection. A faint blue bouquet of flowers was slowly rotating in the air. Below the bouquet were two short letters - their names.
Fu Guanshan raised his hand and slowly touched the petals. He still remembered the bouquet of flowers - the imaginary date gift that once existed in Meng Chu's mouth.
A familiar voice sounded beside him: "I said, I proposed to you."
He turned around and saw Meng Chu kneeling on one knee, half embarrassed and half shy, in a very standard posture from idol dramas.
Fu Guanshan stared at him without blinking.
"Well..." Meng Chu looked at his lover's expectant and throbbing expression, trying to overcome his shame, "Mr. Fu Guanshan, are you willing to..."
"OK."
Meng Chu hesitated for a moment. This deviated from his original script: "I haven't..."
"OK."
Professor Meng's 500-word marriage proposal was interrupted. Those words included Faraday coils, phase noise and mixed signal integration. If Fu Guanshan could understand them, they were so touching that he would cry. But he forgot about it for the time being, because Fu Guanshan pulled him up, pressed him against the wall, and kissed him without any oxygen even in the high altitude area.
There should be a crowd of noisy onlookers at this time, but Meng Chu doesn't like crowds, so the laboratory is still quiet, as if there are only the two of them in the world. He is very satisfied with this atmosphere.
Then Fu Guanshan's phone rang rudely.
He was stunned at first - it turned out that the laboratory did not shield the signal? ——Then he angrily took out his cell phone and wanted to ask for an explanation.
Unfortunately, the person on the other side was Director Chen who took over.
Fu Guanshan tried to make his tone sound more upbeat: "Director Chen, what's the matter?"
"There is a question about the script that I have always forgotten to ask," Director Chen said. "Although the rest of the script is written very sloppily, I can understand it. But I really don't understand the last paragraph. What is the meaning of this science fiction plot, sunspots, time travel, etc.?"
"Oh, that one," Fu Guanshan said, "that's the prophecy of the Heavenly Master."
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