Fleeting Midsummer Fm Chapter 24 (1/2)

Chapter 24: Ru Ting’s Birthday (2)

Can I understand this as…you are proposing to me?

I began to earnestly purchase things for Ru Ting’s birthday.

From the hardest matter to the easiest matter, the first thing I wanted to settle was the birthday present problem. Ru Ting had probably never lacked anything in the past. If she really lacked something, I couldn’t afford it. According to vulgar scenes from dramas on television, the poor and grieved me should make a gift personally for the rich and honorable her. Decently speaking, the truth was priceless; from a common point, the wealthy clasped money, while the people with no money grabbed onto oneself. I had no money so I could only send her a little gadget, and I could even depend on “Pure handmade creation” “Only one exists worldwide” and so on of an amusing and deceiving speech to get through this ordeal. —– The time I broke a gold ingot only occurred because I wanted money so badly when I was little that I went insane. It was a trade I learned from Shan Shan’s grandma who abstained from meat and prayed to Buddha. A golden piece of aluminum foil, discounted many times over, was precisely a golden-bright and dazzling ingot. It was said that at the time, golden ingots were more fas.h.i.+onable than tornado playing cards and whatnot, and they could even be used as circulated money for all the children in the community for common use. Ingots that had been bent into a good three dimensional effect could be changed for snacks. Alas, after growing up, with my skill, I might as well withdraw from the stage of history. I suddenly especially understood the hards.h.i.+ps of grinding some scissors [into its shape] and the helplessness involved.

I miserably walked to the balcony with a bad face, catching sight of Fang Yu Ke who was standing at the balcony making a phone call right at that moment. I was indeed silly! Wouldn’t I know what Ru Ting liked after asking Fang Yu Ke? I roared directly on the balcony: “Fang Yu Ke, I need your help for something. Come down for me!”

At this time, many heads stuck out of the window of the men’s dorm opposite me. Some came to watch a great play, some heckled me. Who said that boys weren’t gossipy? As usual they held stools while cupping melon seeds, looking like they were gossiping.

I waited for quite a while downstairs, but he didn’t come down. When I looked up, I saw that he was well, and he even calmly continued to talk on the phone, as if my shout from just a moment ago had come from someone else.

The teacher had always taught us: Time is money, ever since I had been a child. How could I let my money drain away like this. As a result, I cupped my hands by my mouth into a horn shape, and embittered shrieked: “Fang Yu Ke, your mama is calling you to return home and have a meal!” (I swear that I created the line, “Jia Jun Peng, your mother called you home to eat” [1])

At this shout, heads stuck out from both the female and male dorms. In addition to that, they started clapping and whistling, so meddlesome. Fortunately, Ru Ting was not at the dorm, otherwise I might as well have been shot by an arrow in the chaos and disorder.

The applause came down like snow, as I welcomed the leisurely n.o.ble who finally made his way down the stairs. With a smile that also seemed not like a smile, he was wearing a checkered s.h.i.+rt, with a black leisurely suit on the outside. Underneath, he wore a pair of loose Levis jeans, a pair of light colored canvas shoes on his feet. It was difficult for normal boys to match their checkered s.h.i.+rts with other clothing, but this rascal seemed akin to a fas.h.i.+on model when he wore it, emitting an indolent and young hint of coziness.

As for me, I had just hurriedly ran downstairs. I was wearing a black sweats.h.i.+rt on the top, and white and red striped exercise pants underneath. On my feet were Micky Mouse cotton slippers. On one of the pairs of shoes, the cotton had deteriorated until Mickey’s nose had fallen off, which I had picked up a few days ago.

As a whole, I looked like I was in dire straits, as I tried to sell flowers. Alas……

Fang Yu Ke sweeped his gaze over me. Finally, his gaze fell on my cotton flip flops. A smile tugged at the edge of his lips but he didn’t laugh heartily.

I glared at him: “Whatcha looking at? Are you not allowing poor people to wear broken shoes?”

Fang Yu Ke laughed as he said: “Every woman has a pair of good shoes that they should have.”

I surprisedly asked: “You also know Teng Tang Jing?”

“Teng Tang Jing? Is he a guy or a girl? I don’t know him.”

I curled my lip: “Hmph, you don’t even know the famous Teng Tang Jing? Go cram and hurry up about it.”

TLN: Recall Teng Tang Jing from Meteor Garden…?

Fang Yu Ke ignored my words, and asked: “What did you find me for?”

After I had bickered with him for some time did I remember that I had yet to speak about some official business.

“What kinds of birthday presents does Ru Ting like? What do you plan to give?” When I asked about these official matters, I didn’t forget to unearth all the secrets of the other party.

Fang Yu Ke knitted his brow: “I haven’t thought of this yet. You found me for this?”

“Otherwise what would I do? The stinking rich missy isn’t lacking anything. Do you know how awkward this makes it for poor people like me? Give me some consultation information.”

“How would I know what girls like? If it was your birthday, what would you hope to receive?”

I lifted my head towards the heavens and pondered. Then, I grabbed my fingers and counted one by one: “Shampoo, shower gel, tissue paper, photo frames…..”

Fang Yu Ke interrupted me: “Why are you so easy to handle? You don’t want to take advantage of looting other people during your birthday?”

“All riight. What I really want are diamonds, gold, a grand mansion…..alas, who will let me loot from them? Won’t it be better to think of some realistic and more reasonable requests. With that said, recently the household products industry is in a state of emergency, and now we’ll have to purchase…”

“Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

“To purchase some things.” Fang Yu Ke didn’t even turn his head as he said this.

Messy me eagerly followed after Fang Yu Ke, the jade tree overlooking the wind, as we went to buy some items.

As I followed Fang Yu Ke from behind, I didn’t even have the fate of a cannon fodder. At least a cannon fodder had substance. But when I was with him, I could only become air. I pouted and asked Fang Yu Ke: “Did you do that on purpose? Everyone thought that I was a nanny you hired.”

Fang Yu Ke sized me up pensively: “You are indeed like a nanny, but you’re always such a clumsy nanny!”