Avenue Secret

Chapter 1 Interpreter
Night, cold, silent.

In a rental house in Star City, Liu Li sat in front of his laptop, took a sip of cold instant coffee, breathed a sigh of relief, and sent the file to the project manager.

The job is finally done!
He couldn't wait to put on the earphones and enter the channel corresponding to the voice software.

Liu Li lowered his voice and whispered: "I'm here, the work is finally finished, but my roommate is sleeping, so I speak very quietly."

In Maili, a lively and pleasant female voice sounded: "It's okay, you can listen to me!"

Her voice is like ice cream wrapped in a layer of fried bread, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

Liu Li smiled unconsciously on his tired face.

The girl's name is "Very Sweet Snowflake". Liu Li met her online when she was playing a game similar to Script Killing with her friends. Later, she found that she had many of the same hobbies as himself, and felt like a good match, so they often played together and became more and more familiar.

Liu Li has a crush on her.

"But it's still too difficult to find online love in a different place." Liu Li thought with a wry smile as a thought flashed through his mind.

He himself is still sharing the rent with others, so what can he give her a lifetime promise?

"What's more, is her affection for me really mixed with feelings? It's hard to say whether it's simply feelings for friends."

Thinking of this, Liu Li felt irritated for a while. Fortunately, the game has finished loading, so he can forget his anxious feelings and concentrate on enjoying the game.

After a busy day, Liu Li was looking forward to this moment.

The girl's working hours are very irregular, and it's not easy to meet Liu Li during the rest time. Liu Li cherishes this time very much, chatting with her and beating up opponents together.

Together with her, Liu Li hardly felt tired or sleepy, only felt extremely excited, energetic and full of confidence.

Perhaps it was because passion filled his body, and even the game operation became better, Liu Li got a wave of big points.

The subtle morning light came on, passing through the gap between the heavy curtains and the wall, and shining on Liu Li's face.

Liu Li was listening to the girl sharing her life. She recently went to a coastal city, where there was a typhoon. The wind was very strong and terrible. She was hiding in the hotel and shivering. Fortunately, the wind has stopped now and the work is over. , she decided to play there for a few days.

Liu Li was very envious when he heard it. He had no travel experience, and the only way he traveled was to go to school in Xingcheng from his hometown. He had nothing to share with the girl in his daily life, so he could only be a fan.

Buzz!
Liu Li's cell phone vibrated, and there was a call. He took it to see that the caller was "Teacher Ding".

"Sorry, I have a work call here." Liu Li said in a low voice.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." The girl responded.

He put down his headphones and walked out of the rental house lightly.

"Hey, Teacher Ding, it's so early?"

Liu Li is a translator who accepts orders online. The caller is "Ding Yanhong", the project manager of "Sirius Translation Company". Liu Li signed a contract with the translation company and has a formal contract, but he is not an active employee. He picked them up online. translation list, and now they are making a big list of them.

Ding Yanhong went straight to the topic: "Hello, Mr. Liu, I read your translation, and it seems to be a bit different from the client's request."

Liu Li was anxious to go back to play games, and asked, "What's the problem?"

Ding Yanhong said: "The client hopes to keep the flavor of the original text as much as possible when translating. Remember this requirement was written in the document?"

"No." Liu Li argued: "Teacher Ding, this is an ancient Chinese translation, classical Chinese, translated into English, how to translate the so-called flavor, can you write him some poetic ancient English poems? Give him the whole Does he understand it?"

"Translation of ancient Chinese into English is inherently difficult, and there are not many people who can accept it. It is enough that I can translate the vernacular for him. Why do we need the flavor of the original text?"

He was a little impatient, playing games with his sweetheart, but was interrupted early in the morning.

Ding Yanhong said: "If it is really impossible, I will ask the salesperson to talk to the customer, and you can change it."

"If you can't do it, the money may be deducted over there."

Hearing this, Liu Li felt very uncomfortable, but he really needed money, the rent had to be paid, and the social security also deducted money from his card every month, daily living expenses, krypton gold expenses for the new mobile game pool, buying Money for a new phone...

"I, let me think about it again." Liu Li said with difficulty, he didn't know how to change the translation at all.

"Yes." Ding Yanhong said politely: "The client wants to read the first draft at twelve o'clock tonight, please hurry up."

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

Liu Li returned to his room in frustration and sat in front of the computer.

He bowed his head and said, "Sorry, there is something urgent at work, and I can't accompany you."

"Well, I'm a little sleepy too, so I'll catch up on sleep first." The girl yawned.

Liu Li looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, it was already 08:30.

"Good night." Liu Li said.

"Good night."

After the girl's voice disappeared, Liu Li felt his suppressed tiredness suddenly surge up, like the Wuzhi Mountain that overwhelmed Monkey King, and he couldn't hold it at all. He poured another cup of instant coffee, preparing to use the power of caffeine to fight against sleepiness.

He opened the original translation and reference materials sent to him by Ding Yanhong on the desktop.

This manuscript does not have a name and is incomplete. Both the previous and the following texts are missing. Liu Li guessed that it is part of a certain Taoist scripture. Maybe the client is a game company. Selling English abroad, anyway, he didn't find the above content on the Internet.

He has done many similar requests before, and even translated a self-created monster description written by a game company imitating Shan Hai Jing, which is not a problem.

But it’s not like, if it’s an original game company, Ding Yanhong will also send reference materials given by the customer, explaining the translation of some of the proper nouns, or at least give the website of the game’s official website, so that the translator can find information.

The client didn't give anything, and all the reference materials were free resources that Liu Li found from the Internet with the spirit of the Internet.

Liu Li gave the manuscript the name "Unnamed Taoist Sutra Fragments.pdf", which is very aura of cultivating immortals, and it can be regarded as a pleasure in hardship.

Normal translators work eight hours a day, which is about 5000 Chinese characters or words. Liu Li is faster than them, but because it is ancient Chinese and there are many Taoist proper nouns, the translation speed is very slow. Slow down, Liu Li sometimes regrets accepting this order, which is more difficult than he judged when he got the documents.

He needs to understand the general meaning of "Anonymous Dao Jing Fragments" first, and then express this general meaning in another language of a different culture. Liu Li originally thought that this step was good enough for him, but he didn't expect to keep it. what kind of flavor...

Party A moved his mouth, and Party B broke his legs.

Looking at the original text and his own translation, Liu Li stayed in a daze for half an hour. The coffee was cold and he drank it all. There were voices outside, and he still didn't know how to change the flavor.

After reading the original text again, and reading it silently in his heart, Liu Li's eyelids twitched and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Go to sleep first, wake up and do it again."

He turned off the computer, took off his glasses, lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and laid it out.

The sunlight outside the curtains had penetrated, and the noisy human voice penetrated into his ears. Liu Li was sleepy and unable to sleep, extremely uncomfortable.

Dimly, he seemed to have hallucinations, and saw a Taoist temple surrounded by mist, where everything was blurred and he couldn't see through it. He was walking in it, and suddenly heard someone singing loudly.

The voice is solemn, sacred, and full of rhythmic beauty. Liu Li clearly couldn't understand this vocal recitation, but he instinctively realized that the other party's language has the same origin as Chinese, but it is older and has a heavy tongue sound, which does not conform to modern times. people's speaking habits.

"By the way, the key is rhythm." Liu Li thought.

He suddenly realized that maybe "The Unknown Dao Jing Fragments.pdf" itself is a sung ballad, and after it is translated, if it can maintain the same rhythm, then the so-called flavor can be preserved.

Thinking of this, he sat up from the bed, only to realize that it was just a dream.

"I thought of this subconsciously, and the subconscious reminded me through dreams?"

The sunlight outside the curtains became blazing, and it was noon. Liu Li sat in front of his laptop, opened the text, and prepared to revise the translation.

(End of this chapter)