Put Your Head On My Shoulder Chapter 9

This chapter make me angry at Fu Pei for being so shameless and a jerk. He's the worst friend and boyfriend ever. He did what he wanted and didn't even care about Situ Mo at all. What choice do you think Situ Mo will make regarding Fu Pei?

t.i.tle: Put Your Head on My Shoulder (致我们暖暖的小时光)
Author: Zhou Gangan
Translation credit: Jia

Chapter 9

Fu Pei was left out by Mo, although she had not been warm to him before. But if he was treated like a part of a harem that was loved, now he was like the prince who had been thrown into the cold palace. He called several times a day to ask about her injuries, and all he got were polite and alienated answers like ‘Well, thank you, much better, I have something to do, let's chat next time...' He thought about it for several days, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. He ran to her school in a fit of anger and called her downstairs in her dormitory.

‘h.e.l.lo.'

‘Mo, I'm downstairs in your dormitory.'

‘What are you doing here?' Her voice was cold.

‘Looking for you, or what else I can do?' He's been so angry lately that he can't properly chat with her like usual.

‘It's not convenient for me to go downstairs.' She said.

‘Didn't you say much better? Come down, or you just send someone to take me upstairs.' Fu Pei did not compromise.

‘I see. I'll come down.'

Situ Mo walked downstairs with a large scab on her leg. She had to be careful when moving, otherwise she would get her scab pulled. She stood at the corner of the stairs and looked at Fu Pei for a moment. He put his hand in his pocket and kicked a small stone under his foot, looking impatient. She hesitated for a moment before she went down. She really didn't want to quarrel with him because she knew how crazy he would be.

It was the time for the application of college entrance. Fu Pei circled around her every day to find out what school she had signed up for. But she really didn't want to see him change girlfriends one by one for four years. She wanted to stay away from him and slowly cut him out of her life, so she refused to say anything. Finally, Fu Pei got angry and kicked over the garbage can beside the playground, then walked off.

She stood in front of Fu Pei and asked without feeling, ‘Why are you here?'

‘Are you blaming me? I've said I would wait for you but you refused it yourself. Why are you blaming me now?' He said bluntly.

Mo was at a loss for a few seconds before she knew what he was talking about, it was about the day of the interview. She shook her head and said, ‘No, I didn't blame you. It's none of your business.'

‘Why is it none of my business?' He was provoked by her att.i.tude. ‘Is it necessary for you to make a clear distinction with me? Aren't we good friends?'

‘I don't mean that. Don't think too much.' Mo said to him. In fact, she just wants to draw a clear line, as clear as possible.

‘It's you who has been thinking too much, why are you saying I'm thinking nonsense?' Fu Pei's voice rose as soon as he caught fire. ‘Well, if you don't blame me. Why have you been ignoring me lately?'

‘Fu Pei, we're friends, right? No friends would call several times a day just to discuss the weather and the food.' She confessed, ‘Even the best friend is the same.'

‘So that's the reason? Are you tired of me?' Fu Pei stared at her coldly. 'I've been like this all the time. Wouldn't it be too late for you to get tired of me now?'

‘I wasn't tired of you. It's your girlfriend's right to care for you. I'm not qualified. Do you understand?' She spoke kindly to him.

‘I don't understand. I don't have a girlfriend now. And what if I have a girlfriend? I don't need her permission to be good to others.'

‘How many girlfriends have had this kind of fight with you before?' Mo asked suddenly. In fact, she knew that Fu Pei's former girlfriends were very upset about her existence, and she had tried to hide from them as much as she can. What's more, she would explain to them if it couldn't be avoided. She also remembered a woman who called her 'b.i.t.c.h', which made her feel at a loss. Such outdated term made her lament the lack of vocabulary of contemporary college students. She explained for ten minutes at that time, but the other side was still swearing at her and calling her names. Mo got angry, greeted the other side with all the dirty words she learned in her life, and then made a phone call to greet Fu Pei with the same vocabularies. Later, she never answered this type of phone anymore.

‘Why are you talking about this?' Fu Pei asked, frowning.

‘Fu Pei, do you like me?' Mo hesitated for a moment and asked.

Fu Pei was shocked by her direct, uncomfortably putting his hand into the pocket: ‘Why did you ask that?'

‘I want to know.' She said.

‘I... Maybe.' Fu Pei hesitated, ‘We used to be together. Of course we loved each other then.'

‘Don't like me.'

‘What did you mean?' Fu Pei grasped her hand.

‘I just don't want to be one of the people you like.' She broke his hand. ‘You just go back, I'm busy this afternoon.'

‘Don't go too far. Stop patronising me just because I like you a little bit.' Fu Pei kicked the tree by the road angrily.

‘You can totally ignore me.'

And she did not even care about his ‘like you a little bit' words.

‘Situ Mo! What do you want me to do? He took her hand and refused to let her go.

‘I don't want you to do anything. I just think you owe me at least an apology.'

‘What kind of apology? Haven't I say sorry to you in the hospital before?'

'I mean April Fool's Day. You owe me an apology.' She knew it's shameful to turn over old debts, but it would be a shame not to do that.

‘It was so long ago! You're too touchy, aren't you?'

‘Ha, it has been circulating for thousands of years that women are touchy. Don't you know that?' Mo laughed angrily. ‘Forget it, I don't want to quarrel with you. I'm going back.' She couldn't pull out the hand he had grasped and turned back to glare at him.

‘Well, I apologize.' Fu Pei was expressionless. ‘Is that all right?'

Mo didn't expect that he would apologize. She was stunned for five seconds before saying, ‘Ok.'

‘Then shall we make all the things go away?' He looked down at her.

‘Well.' Mo nodded. How could he get closer? ‘Fu Pei, I warn you, don't lean over.'

‘I see.' He pouted his lips and straightened up. ‘I'm taking a step back.'

After two steps, Fu Pei stopped and said to her back, ‘Mo, what if you are the only one in my heart?' He then went straight away without waiting for her answer.

Situ Mo watched him walk away quietly, with her heart turning a thousand times. She knew Fu Pei so well that it was harder for him to settle down than to dig out diamonds from coal. So there's no if, even if there was, she would not bet.

It had been a short time later when Mo found out that Fu Pei and w.a.n.g Shan got very close. Every time w.a.n.g Shan answered the mysterious phone call, she would come over and ask Situ Mo, ‘Mo, Fu Pei asked about your wound.'

‘I wouldn't die.' Mo answered coldly every time.

One night, Fu Pei called Situ Mo.

‘Mo?'

‘Yes.' Mo sat on the bed, holding the diary she had written for him, turning the pages by pages.

‘I've been talking to your roommate lately.' He said tentatively.

‘Just say what you want to say directly.' Mo tore off a few pages of the diary.

‘What if I'm together with her?' Fu Pei asked carefully.

Mo grabbed the paper in her hand and said, ‘Why do you ask me? You're going to be together with her, not me.'

‘You don't like me to be together with the people around you.' He said.

‘It's none of your business whether I like it or not.' She tore down a few pages off her diary. ‘I don't care who you love to be together with.'

‘Mo, you're angry.' There's a laugh in his voice. ‘Of course, it's my business whether you like it or not. What about you become my girlfriend?'

Mo's hand that held the mobile phone shook, he's saying exactly the same thing like before…

She tore off the last pages of her diary vigorously and said slowly, ‘Fu Pei, why didn't you die when so many people die?'

‘Hha, Mo, how lovely you are!' Fu Pei burst out laughing. ‘That's all, I'm going to seduce your roommate. Don't regret it then.'

‘Go die.' Situ Mo hung up the phone.

If Situ Mo had had a glimmer of hope for Fu Pei, now she had succeeded in extinguis.h.i.+ng the flames of hope. Over the past few years, Situ Mo had been pretending that she didn't care. She didn't care whether Fu Pei called her or not. She didn't care that Fu Pei had another girlfriend. She didn't care how Fu Pei felt about her. She had been so tired of pretending, so she gave up the play. He could just do everything anything that he wanted. Don't expect her to hold a candle over him.

‘Mo, are you all right?' Meng Lu, the only one who stayed in the dormitory, inevitably heard their conversation.

‘It's all right.' Mo took a deep breath. ‘My legs itch. Maybe the scab will fall off.'

‘Take some medicine, don't scratch it, or a scar would be left.' Meng Lu hesitated for a moment and said, ‘Mo, it might be better to say something if you feel uncomfortable.'

‘In the second year of high school, Fu Pei confessed to me, and then we dated for a week. Then I found out that the day he confessed was April Fool's Day. I was very angry and ran to question him. He said unconcerned that he had been afraid I would refuse him. I was so angry that I said I was going to break up. He agreed, and soon made a new girlfriend.' Mo grinned bitterly. ‘I offended my good friend for being with him. Oh, his girlfriend before me was my good friend.'

‘I can see that Fu Pei is quite a cheap man.' Meng Lu sighed. ‘I thought he was a good man. What did he just say to you?'

‘He asked me whether he could be together with w.a.n.g Shan. Then asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.' Mo crumpled the paper on her hand slowly into a ball.

‘Wow, cheap enough. Isn't he just too shameless?' Meng Lu was full of righteousness and indignation. ‘What did you say then?'

‘Didn't you hear what I said? I told him to die.' Mo laughed, I found that I felt much more comfortable after she said it.

‘Do you still like him?' Meng Lu asked

‘I don't like him now.' Mo aimed at the trash can beside the table with the paper ball in hand, shot and scored. ‘What I'm worried about is w.a.n.g Shan. I've known Fu Pei for a long time that I haven't seen him dating any girl for more than three months.'

‘It's her problem and she had been warned. You can never stop people from falling in love.' Meng Lu saw that Mo wanted to scratch the wound on her arm. She patted her and said, ‘Don't scratch them.'

‘All right.' Mo retracted her hand and knead the diary into paper b.a.l.l.s and make another shoot again.