RELY ON ME : Chapter 27
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ing was discussing the slogan of the advertisement with Phi Lee when he received Meen's por’ call. He could not turn around for a moment and promised to go out to meet them in a muddled way. When he hung up, he asked for leave and hurried to the coffee shop where he had made an appointment. He just began to get nervous before he saw anyone, trembled to call Meen. Just when the phone was connected, a couple pushed the glass door and came in. He pressed off the phone, fearing that he would call back, so he shut down.
Ping had not passed this way in his life, straightened his waist, bowed slightly, and raised his mouth 15 degrees,
‘Uncle Porsch, Uncle Arm.’
The pretty man who was called as Uncle Arm's laughed, looked magnificent,
‘Ping? You look like your Papa, sweet guy.’
and the another man who was called as Uncle Porsch just nodded, waving his hand and saying,
‘Sit down please.’
Ping didn’t sit down until they had sat down and called the waiter to order something. Uncle Arm ordered a cup of macha and a schwarzwald cake. Mo followed by a cup of macha while Uncle Porsch just ordered a cup of espresso.
‘Ping, how's your Papa doing?’ Uncle Arm asked with a smile.
Ping nodded, ‘Very well, my Papa asked me to thank you if I had the chance.’
Uncle Arm waved, ‘Don't mention this. Your papa helped me a lot when I was young. Besides, Meen must have been taken good care of by you.’
Ping was a little confused, he didn't know whether Meen had tell their relationship to his family, so he didn't dare to guess what their purpose. He could only use a smile and polite words to prevaricate:
‘No, he was taking care of me.’
Uncle Arm laughed and said, ‘He took care of you? Don't mention it. I know what kind of temperament my son has. You're already amazing to get along with him.’
Ping laughed without a reply. He couldn’t just say yeah, yeah, and I think your son is very difficult to get along with.
The waiter interrupted their conversation by delivering drinks and cake.
Uncle Porsch, who had kept silent, took a sip of espresso and said,
‘Are you lovers?’
Ping was shocked by such a straightforward inquiry and hesitated to answer.
Uncle Arm kindly relieved the siege: ‘Don’t ask in this way? The little boy is shy.’
Ping, who was shy smiled awkwardly, ‘Yes.’
Uncle Arm stretched out his hand and clapped Ping’s hand.
‘That's the way you kids are. You don't even tell your family about such a big thing.’
Ping could only laugh embarrassingly,
‘We’ve just started, and haven’t time to say that, it’s our fault.’
Uncle Arm reassuringly patted Ping’s hand and said,
‘Nothing. Meen won’t say that until we forced him, It’s so wonderful that you’ve been together, doubly related.’
Ping was struck by the phrase ‘doubly related’ and could do nothing but to laugh.
Uncle Porsch, who was serious, said again,
‘Did you know that Meen has successfully applied for MIT?’
Ping nodded, ‘Yes.’
‘Did you know he had decided not to go?’
Ping stared at him and said, ‘No?’
Uncle Porsch picked up his coffee and took a sip,
‘You don't seem to know, so you certainly didn’t know that he didn't go because of you?’
In his tone, Ping could not tell whether he was critical. So he had to suppress the shock of the news and said a little incoherently,
‘We...haven't discussed this yet. I think that...He will go.’
Uncle Porsch tried to say something again. Uncle Arm suddenly broke in and said,
‘Well, didn't you say you have something to do in the company? You can go back first. I'll have a good chat with Ping.’
Uncle Porsch was rushed off the stage before he could make himself up and go on the stage. Leaving Ping and Uncle Arm being the mainstay to finish the play.
Uncle Arm ate the schwarzwald cake happily and greeted Ping,
‘Ping, it’s delicious. Would you like to eat?’
Ping shook his head and said, ‘You eat. I just had lunch.’
Uncle Arm really buried himself in eating the cake. Ping was stunned. He had always thought that his por should be serious and solemn. After all, he was a strong man who had been successful in business. How could he dig the cake with a small spoon?
‘By the way, how did Meen treat you?’ Uncle Arm stopped digging the cake and asked.
Ping, ‘Well, very nice.’
Uncle Arm, ‘He didn't be cold and indifferent to you, did he?’
Ping thought about it, occasionally, especially when he had a book in his hand, but he still had to say,
‘No.’
Uncle Arm, ‘That's good. I've been worried that his strange personality will stop him from finding a girlfriend/boyfriend. Fortunately, you can stand his temper.’
Ping had to reply politely, ‘No, he has a good temper.’
Uncle Arm seemed to be disagreed.
‘Don't be polite to me, I know my own son. I haven't had much time to take care of him. I can understand why he complains about me. But I've been making up for and flattering him for years. He still couldn’t be close to me. I haven't seen such a demanding child.’
Ping hasn’t seen such a father who would dislike his child. He was speechless and has to laugh all the time.
Uncle Arm put down his fork, ‘Actually, I'm going to talk to you about MIT when I chase the child's dad away. I'm afraid his father's coffin face would be too serious as to frighten you.’
Ping thought to himself that you were frivolous enough to frighten me.
Uncle Arm went on to say, ‘When Meen took the college entrance examination, I tried to let him study business management, so as to inherit our business, but he refused. Something happened to him in the college entrance examination, and his grades were not very good. I thought he would change his major. Who could know that he would rather change his first choice of school than change his major? We were unable to change his mind, so had to let him go. Now he said he didn’t want to go to the United States, we couldn’t persuade him. We thought it a pity that he had given up such a good opportunity since he liked this way. It took me a long time to know your relationship from him. I just wanted you to help me persuade him.
After listening to such a long series of words, Ping’s heart was ups and downs, but he still had to pretend to be calm,
‘Uncle, I'll try, I don't know if he would listen to me.’
Uncle Arm smiled kindly, ‘In fact, it must be very sad for you to be apart when you are just together, but take a long view. The separation this moment is for the sake of being together for a longer time in the future. Besides, communication and transportation are so convenient now, the reunion after a brief parting is as sweet as a honeymoon.’
Ping was once again scorched inside and outside by ‘The reunion after a brief parting is as sweet as a honeymoon’.
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Back to the company, Ping had no mind to work. All afternoon, he had been out of his mind. Although he was prepared to let him go, he suddenly knew that he had no intention of leaving. He hadn’t have time to be happy before he was asked to persuade him to go. Just in two or three hours, his mood rose and fell like a roller coaster.
Finally, It's hard for Ping to hold on till the end of work. He collected things and went downstairs with the sister, who complained all the way about Phi Lee’s incomprehensibility.
Ping tried to tell her: I think Phi Lee is very good, and I think it’s you who’s the bad person, I found you cheat on him on the first day of work.
After waling downstairs, he reluctantly chatted with the sister for a while. Actually, the sister was talking while he was listening. Ping was being impatient, the sister suddenly stopped:
‘Hey, how could it be him?’
Ping looked in his eyes – Meen.
‘Why did you turn off your phone?’ As soon as Meen came to Ping, he asked.
Ping was stunned and said, ‘Ah! I forgot it.’
Meen gave him a stare, ‘Kept bothering me.’
Then he turned to Pringking sister to greet, ‘Hello, I'm Ping’s boyfriend, Meen.’
‘Hello, I am the sister of Ping in college and colleague.’ Pringking held his hand and said,
‘In fact, I know you. I am also in X middle school, one year older than you.’
Meen had a moment of stiffness, but followed good advice readily at once, ‘Hello sister.’
Pringking gave him a thoughtful look: ‘Well, you talk, I will not be a light bulb, bye-bye.’
Both of them said with one voice, ‘Bye-bye.’
When sister Pringking went away, Meen began to teach a lesson, ‘You turned off the phone as soon as it was connected. Did you mean to make me worried sick?’
Ping did not answer his question, ‘How did you find this place?’
‘I knew your company is near home, just search it on the Internet.’
‘You didn’t even know the name of my company. How did you search it?’
‘Haven't you been working with a star Dew lately. I searched his latest publicity and then the cooperative advertising company.’
‘It's very clever. No wonder you could go to MIT.’
Meen got awared of something, he hadn’t mention MIT again after they were together, and he didn't even let him mention it. He disclosed a little when his por called him the day before yesterday, and thanks to the cooperation of the little old man. Otherwise, it would be impossible to murder a person with a borrowed knife.
He said calmly, ‘Say, why did you hang up just after calling me?’
Ping took Meen’s arm and said while walking, ‘Your parents came to me.’
Meen stopped, ‘What did they say?’
Ping dragged him along, ‘Come on, they didn't say anything, just say you're not going to the United States and asked me persuade you, I think you'd better go.’
Meen took Ping’s hand off his arm and said, ‘You promised, didn't you?’
Ping wrapped his hand around Meen’s arm again: ‘Of course I have to promise.’
Meen pulled out his hand with a gloomy face and said, ‘You just want me to go?’
Ping felt that his temper was really unreasonable, so he simply annoyed him,
‘Yes, I wish you could leave earlier.’ After that, he walked away..
Meen stayed in the same place for five seconds, and found that this little boy’s temper really came up, and had to follow up,
‘What's wrong? How did I annoy you?’
Ping kept silent, just glared at him and went on. Meen was not a good-tempered man. He just kept silent after being glared. They both got on the bus and went home one by one. When they got home, they were locked in their rooms. An hour later, the door of Ping’s room banged. His breath hadn’t been smooth yet, so he was very angry,
‘Why, I'm going to sleep.’
It was quiet outside, and the doorknob was turned away. Meen put his head in and said,
‘Obviously you're surfing the Internet.’
Ping looked at him coldly and did not follow suit.
He pushed to open the door and came to Ping,
‘Still angry?’
Ping stared at the computer screen,
‘I didn't want you to go.’
Meen leaned over to grab his shoulder and pressed his head against him,
‘I know.’
Ping looked up from his arms and asked,
‘Did you want to go?’
‘No.’ He patted Ping’s on the back.
‘I can go to graduate school here as well, and have an internship at the Provincial Academy of sciences.’
Ping leaned on him, he was silent for a long time before he asked,
‘Was it because of me?’
Meen did not want to deceive Ping,
‘Yes.’