Please Be More Serious Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Moon Cakes, they went on about them a lot.
Yin Ting cheerfully described the moon (Zuben: If you’re
‘talking to them’ and they know you’re not married surely they know what the
moon is like) and the delicious moon cake, and how Qiu Zong was really filial
but a.s.sured his parents not to worry and they can look after themselves and so
on…
Yin Shi gave Zhengqing a helpless glance. Zhengqing smiled,
he realised he didn’t mind someone else talking to his parents; he was dense
and rarely had anything to say to them.
Yin Ting talked on and on. Then she finally stood up and
turned in the direction of her mother’s grave,
‘Dad is talking to Mom a long time,’
Her brother pinched her lips, ‘See your mouth. At least Dad
is talking to his wife; you have been chatting for so long to people you don’t
know.’
Yin Ting glared at him, ‘How rude. The elders of our friends
are our elders too, and Qiu Zong will not boast about his achievements, so someone
has to.’
Yin Shi gave Zhengqing and apologetic look, but Zhengqing
could not help but laugh. Yin Ting’s brain was certainly not like a normal
person’s. He turned to Yin Shi and said, ‘If I were you, I’d make her carry
around the family’s phone number on a tag just in case she gets lost.’
Yin Ting sputtered, was he complaining? After she’d helped
him boast to his parents? Some people don’t know how to repay kindness and
uphold justice.
Her silly look make Zhengqing smile even wider. Yin Shi
raised an eyebrow and asked Yin Ting, ‘Has your careless reputation has spread
all over the sea?’
‘My reputation has always been witty, brave and
broad-minded.’ Yin Ting said confidently.
Ying Shi and Zhengqing burst out laughing. Witty and
broadminded huh? He didn’t realise those two words were synonyms for careless
and spastic.
Yin Ting was now grumpy, what was funny about what she said?
She turned back to the Qiu family graves, ‘Uncle, Aunt, you see, not only is
Qiu Zong very successful in what he does, he is a good person…very loveable…’
Yin Shi gave her a knock on the head,
Yin Ting clutched her head and bared her teeth at her
brother, as she winced in pain, Zhengqing laughed, ‘Thank you but stop praising
me. I am scared my parents would not recognise their son.’
Zhengqing’s words reminded Yin Ting of the nick name she
gave him – please be more serious. She could imagine him telling her, “be more
serious!” but she could not help but smile and sought to educate him and said, ‘Give
them an opportunity to know more about you.’
Just then, Yin Ting and Tin Shi’s father came up to them. He’d
noticed his children talking to a stranger to he’d come over, Yin Ting made
introductions, ‘Dad this is Qiu Zhengqing Zong who works for Uncle Qin.’
Yin Guohao nodded, ‘Qiu Zhengqing? Old Qin has mentioned
you. h.e.l.lo,’
Zhengqing quickly greeted the older man, ‘h.e.l.lo Yin Shu,’
Yin Ting laughed and waved to Zhengqing, ‘We’ll be off
first, goodbye,’ they made their farewells and Zhengqing watched the Yin family
walk away.
As they walked away Zhengqing could hear them still talking,
Yin Shi was saying to Yin Ting, ‘You should get dad phone number printed on
your back,’
‘I don’t care if you make fun of me!’ Yin Ting replied.
After they had gone out of sight, Zhengqing turned back to
his parents’ grave with a smile, ‘She’s a colleague’s friend. A kind little
girl,’ he paused not knowing what else to say, ‘I’ll be off now. I’ll see you
again soon.’
Zhengqing fussed with the flowers, took one last look at the
graves, then left.
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His car was not parked very far, as he was about to get in, he saw
the Yin family trio near their car, Yin Ting looked back and saw him, she
waved. Zhengqing waved back.
Zhengqing entered his car, just as he was about to start the
engine, Mao Huizhu called.
‘Are you busy? Can we chat?’
‘Yes, what’s up?’ Zhengqing had a feeling that things were
not going well at home for Huizhu, so she called to air her grievances,
‘Can you believe it, seven aunts show up for dinner. One of
them was upon me in no time; my make-up doesn’t look good, I should look more
innocent and delicate. My clothes don’t suit me, I should wear a one shouldered
scalloped dress with flowers and fancy work, (Zuben: That sounds hideous) how
could I be this old and not married, one of my cousins already has a child in elementary
school and is expecting another one. I should read dating books; another girl
did and got a boyfriend. All this pointless jibber jabber, I could not endure
it any longer.’
‘So you are outside for some peace and quiet now?’
‘Yeah, I told them I was going to have a smoke.’
Zhengqing smiled, Huizhu seemed quite rebellious, ‘Some of
them mean well, but obviously some of them are just jealous of your success and
are sour grapes, who just want to pick on what they perceive as your fault. And
if you show it bothers you, they will be gleeful.’
‘I know, I have to take it on the chin, but my parents they
are quite proud of me. They aren’t happy about what they are saying. But when I
told my dad I was going to smoke, his complexion changed.’
Zhengqing didn’t know what to say in this situation. There
was really no way to go about it, some people where like this, you can’t
satisfy the whole world. Don’t mix and people would say you’re looking down on
them. Be friendly and they will ridicule you behind your back. Or they’ll behave
like you owe them something, and must benefit from your success, otherwise you
would be seen as petty. Zhengqing can understand what Huizhu was going through.
He could not say much, but decided to be a bit encouraging, ‘It’s
only two more days, hang in there. You don’t need to care what they say.’
‘Hmm, I’m not happy about it but venting has made me feel
better.’
‘But smoking is not good for the body,’ Zhengqing said, he
was very self-disciplined. He did not smoke, there were lots of people in their
field who did. Perhaps because his face was so foreboding, but no one had ever
tried to convince him to smoke.
‘Do you mind?’ He could hear her smile, ‘I’m not addicted. I
only do it on occasion, when you confirm the possibility of us dating, you can
be rest a.s.sured if we begin to date, I will quit.’
Zhengqing laughed, this idea was similar to his; terms can
be set and agreed upon, signed and then implemented.
‘Shall we meet up after the holidays?’ Huizhu asked.
‘Sure,’ Zhenqing had no reason to refuse. The more contact
they hand, the more he could get to know her better and it would help him make
a descision.
‘I will be back in town the day after tomorrow, we can think
about a time then.’ There was a short pause, ‘I have to go my mom is calling
me. Thanks for talking with me, I feel much better.’
‘Zhōngqiū kuàilè1,’ Zhenqing said. Out of the corner of his
eye, he suddenly found someone standing at the window. He looked properly to
see Yin Ting holding a huge grapefruit in his window grinning.
Huizhu had hung up at that time, so Zhengqing put down his
phone and wound his window down.
‘Zoe?’ Yin Ting asked cheerfully.
Zhengqing raised his eyebrows, does she now read minds too?
Yin Ting laughed and said, ‘I saw you laugh happily and
guessed,’ Not wanting to go on about the phone issue, she continued, ‘My dad’s
friend sent us some grapefruit for the festival greetings. It was in the car,
they are especially nice. Here are a few for you. Zhōngqiū kuàilè oh!’
Zhengqing expressed his grat.i.tude, but Yin Ting had already
skipped off, waving goodbye. Yin Ting’s car was not parked far from his. As got
in as they drove by him, Yin Shi also waved goodbye.
(Zuben: Too much words to say very little.)
That night while most families were eating dinner with their
loved ones and not so loved ones. Zhengqing ate take-out by his lonesome in-front
of the TV. He felt a little depressed, not knowing what to do; he did not want
to go on the internet, or read financial news. This evening also has no meaning
to him. Sitting for a bit, he remembered the oversized grapefruit. He got a
fruit knife out and peeled the grapefruit. He did not like grapefruit usually,
it was troublesome to peel and tasted so sour, so he really did not feel good
about this fruit.
Today, he had nothing better to do, so he peeled the
grapefruit. Carefully stripping the skin to get to the fruit took a while, but
it was kind of fun. Then he began to eat.
Sweet! Very sweet! The fruit was really good. He ate
two more, then collapsed on the sofa. (Zuben: How do you get tired from eating
fruit? Maybe the peeling?)
He never would have thought grapefruit could send him nearly
comatose. He thought of Yin Ting giving him the fruit with that sweet smile. If
he really died from eating the grapefruit, what reaction would she have? Guilt?
Or will she say “Oh I knew that will happen,” or “Or you get what you deserve
for eating so much.”
Zhengqing decided he wanted to know her reaction so he sent
her a text message, ‘Zhōngqiū kuàilè, thank you for your grapefruit, they were
too big, I am nearly in a fruit coma.’
Just as he as falling asleep, he got a reply, ‘Ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha’ filled the screen.
Black lines hovered over his head, why was she happy? Her
laughter was too unrestrained.
There was nothing after all the laughter. It was completely
different from his guess. Zhengqing felt more bored so he got off the couch and
went to bathe and prepare for bed.
In bed, he checked his phone to make sure the alarm was set.
Checked his mailbox to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. There was work
tomorrow, it made him relieved and happy.
In the mailbox, he found a new
message, it was from Yin Ting, it seemed there had been a network delay between
time sent and time received,
The message read, ‘Please be more serious, the red string
certainly has begun its effects. You have been hugged by the G.o.d of humour. If
you behave like this more, you are certainly going to have better luck in love,
compared to your usual mechanical behaviour. Wishing you a pleasant evening.’
Zhengqing was mollified; he didn’t think that his message
was that funny. He was rather serious. What was going on in that woman’s brain
all day long? And he was not looking for love, intended to set terms to
determine a good compatibility to marriage.
However, being hugged by the sense of humour G.o.d was rather
interesting. He guessed that Yin Ting girl had been hugged by the G.o.d of
silliness and it was holding on to her tightly.
[1] - Zhōngqiū kuàilè : Happy Mid Autumn Festival; It sounded awkward so I chose to keep it Chinese.
Zuben: Don't get me wrong, I like the story, if I was reading it for myself, I'd skim like a surfer. It seems Asian authors are suffering from the too many words to say very little affliction. Or it could be okay in Chinese or j.a.panese, but absolutely tedious in English.
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