translator

Chapter 7
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jofi
At the Asia-Europe Summit, the leaders sat on the stage, and the venue of 3000 people was filled with political and economic dignitaries, blue-blooded elites from all over the world, in suits and leather shoes. Each seat had a small black earphone, and the connection was made by the same person at the back of the venue. Acoustic interpretation workshop.

English, French, German, Spanish, Japanese, Russian, Arabic... The highest-level translators and industry leaders in each language sit in their respective workshops, and work alternately in groups of two in a calm and orderly manner.

Enthusiasm, trickery, cooperation, appeasement, complacency, intrigue, scheming, the world changes.

It's nothing more than what the translator said.

While a representative was going to the bathroom, I secretly used his earphones, dialed to the French translation channel, and heard Cheng Jiayang's calm, fluent, water-like voice: "We will be committed to promoting the cooperation in the economic and trade field of Asia and Europe to a deeper level, Development in a wider field..."

jofi
During the break of the meeting, I saw Cheng Jiayang coming out of the work room, talking to his colleagues, and looking in my direction.I gave him the thumbs up and he was delighted.

I heard someone behind me say, "You saw it, that person is Cheng Jiayang."

I turned around and saw two women with press cards on their chests. They were very young and beautiful, with long black hair like a waterfall, and they smiled in the direction of Cheng Jiayang. Look at her, eyes on me.I said hi and she didn't answer.

I turned around and thought to myself, hum, I am really proud.

After the meeting, the woman and her colleagues went to find Cheng Jiayang.His figure was tall and slender, and when he spoke, he slightly held his chest in order to accommodate the woman's height.

Who can resist someone like him?
I walked away from there by myself, with his appearance in my heart and eyes.

2
Cheng Jiayang

When the meeting was over and I was about to leave, someone stopped me.

They were reporters from two TV stations. One of them said he knew me and handed over his business card, Wen Xiaohua.I am not impressed.Take a closer look at the beautiful face of this young lady, but it feels like deja vu.

she laughed.The smile condensed on the corner of his lips, vaguely looking like another person.

"I really don't remember, translator? This June, Fu Mingfang's wedding, we are at the same table."

Ah, yes.The girl sitting next to me was wearing a white gauze skirt, and the napkin was on her lap. It fell down several times, and I picked it up for her.

"Yes, I remember you," I said, nodding at her.

"Mingfang is my cousin." The girl's words finally revealed the mystery. No wonder I always felt that she had a certain feeling of deja vu, "You drank a lot that day."

"is it?"

Of course it is.At Mingfang's wedding, I almost lost my composure.The girl's eyes are very sharp, I hope she won't see the flaws.

"I have something to do with you."

"please say."

"My colleagues and I want to do a special program on the work and life of translators. We need some information. I wonder if you would like to help."

"As long as it doesn't involve state secrets, of course there is no problem." I said.

"State secret? How come? We are also civil servants."

"Then I don't hesitate."

Suddenly I realized I hadn't seen Faye.

"Okay, then you can come to me anytime." I took my briefcase and wanted to leave.

Wen Xiaohua hurriedly chased after me: "Hey, Cheng Jiayang, you must have a business card."

"Oh," I said, "I'll give you my number. I don't have a business card."

"Then please tell me. I'll write it down." She took out her mobile phone.

I told her the phone number, and the girl pressed the numbers one by one, pressed a few more keys, and handed the phone to me: "What are the words of your name, can you type it in yourself?"

I had to type my name on her cell phone.

Leaving the convention center, I didn't see Fei either.

When I called her at night, I said, "Why didn't you wait for me and left."

"I see you are busy."

"Forget it, the reporter still wants to interview me and make a feature film."

"Then you won't be a star anymore?"

"Tch, I have to think about it."

When I was talking to her on the landline, I was fiddling with the mobile phone, which contained photos of her in Dalian.

"Well," said Fee, "I think you're pretty cool."

"What time did you say?"

"At the summit today. I got a headset and listened to your translation. It's great."

"Is it great when I'm just doing the translation?"

Fei giggled on the other end of the phone: "Not serious." Then said, "I won't tell you anymore, I still have homework to do."

"All right then. Goodbye."

I hung up the phone and looked at her picture carefully, she was so beautiful.

My brother Cheng Jiaming knocked on the door and came in, and said to me, "I want to borrow a book from you."

"I'll help you find it." I put my phone on the bed and walked to the bookcase, "Which one do you want?"

But he picked up my mobile phone that I hadn't turned off, flipped through it, and saw Fei's photo: "It's pretty enough."

This man is good at everything, but too informal.

But I'm not mad, I don't mind him seeing Fee's picture.

I laughed.

"It's been a long time since I saw you in a good mood."

"Have it?"

"I want," he pointed to the bookcase, "Ji Xianlin's book, which introduces Tocharian."

"It's hard to find. I bought it and haven't read it yet." This is an old book that has been shelved in the back of the bookcase. I reached out to touch it and found another thing.

Special cigarettes in small paper packets.At one point, I lived on it, and I don't know when I quit.

"Did you find it?"

"Well, okay." I took out the book, handed it to him, and took back my own mobile phone.

Jia Ming's cell phone in his pocket rang, and he answered the phone while walking out, I heard him say: "Julie? Ah, it's Claire. You came back from Canada? Ah, sorry, it's Japan, I got it Wrong." How many girlfriends is this?
Someone is playing a similar game.

When we were playing basketball, there was a strange girl waiting for Xudong on the sidelines. The girl was very young, she was wearing denim clothes, and she seemed to be a college student.I think of the little star Wu Jiayi who was so devoted to love in the previous paragraph, Xudong's taste has changed really quickly.

But this gentleman also has something on his mind.We didn't enjoy playing basketball enough, and then we went to drink tea, and he would either be intimate with the girl, as if for others to watch, or he wouldn't even look at it.After sending the girl away, I asked him what the girl's name was. He thought about it for a long time and slapped his forehead: "I'm getting old, I forgot her name."

When drinking at night, he was not too happy.Xudong's appearance like this is really rare.

He finally got a call and answered it behind my back.When he came back again, his face was cloudy, but he began to tell me jokes.Brandy shot after shot.

We sat at the bar and could see the street view through the floor-to-ceiling windows opposite.I saw a small sports car slammed to a stop outside, and Wu Jiayi got off the car.

It's like a TV series, getting more and more interesting.

Seeing her, Xudong stood up, took his clothes, and patted me on the shoulder: "Goodbye Jiayang." I wanted to pay the bill, so I pushed him away.

Xudong staggered, walked outside, and leaned on Wu Jiayi's body.The back view of them leaving is like a grandfather walking in the park leaning on an old lady.

Men are sometimes the weakest animals.

Not a holiday, not a weekend, nothing to celebrate and nothing to say.It's just that I want to meet Jofi now.There is a burning longing in the heart, like fire, which burns the heart to thirst.I drove to the outside of her dormitory, and the lights had been turned off, separated by a wall, and the campus was completely silent.I lit a cigarette, thinking that I had to face a fait accompli.

I love her.

I didn't expect to receive a call from Wen Xiaohua so soon.

She said it was Wen Xiaohua, but I had a vague impression of her appearance, only that the smile resembled Mingfang.When chatting in the coffee shop, it also starts with Ming Fang.

"Are you familiar with my cousin?"

If it was a few months ago, this would still be a topic that terrified me, but now when I talk about it, I feel a little emotion in my heart.

"Very familiar. We almost grew up together. But we haven't contacted each other for a while. How is she doing after marriage?"

"Very good, honeymoon, and then come back. My brother-in-law is busy with work, and my sister is free. After class, I will stay at home."

I nod.This is a typical family life, plain and happy.

"Shall we talk about my show?"

"Okay. You talk, I listen."

What Wen Xiaohua wants to do is a talk show about senior translators, about our growth, success, life and family.Facing the audience, I answered some questions and introduced some situations. I don’t watch much TV, so I don’t have much idea of ​​the format of her program, so I asked, “Is it like the one in “Tell the Truth”?”

"Yes. The basic form is similar. But we focus more on the exploration of this profession."

"Oh."

"However, as I said, the reason why the ratings of our program have always been very high is because we are not recording and broadcasting, we are live broadcasting. Moreover, the questions raised by the master of ceremonies will not be disclosed to the guests before the program, so , the guests’ answers and reactions were instant.”

"That is to say, the guests are not prepared at all?" I asked.

"you can say it this way."

"What if the question is too tricky? I don't want to be embarrassed by you."

"Don't worry, it won't be too outrageous."

I thought about it: "I will make a report to my superiors."

"You yourself agree?"

"Ah."

Wen Xiaohua smiled. I thought her smile was very similar to Mingfang, but now I feel it is very different.This woman is not as gentle and elegant as Mingfang, she is very shrewd and sharp, and she can't hide her sharpness.So I logically interpreted it as a reporter's professional style, and later realized that this was my mistake.

3
Cheng Jiayang

While translating materials in the office, I received a call from Wu Xiaochao.Since Qiao Fei worked there, I have introduced many contacts to him. Recently, his travel business in Europe has been very good. He called and said that he would treat me to dinner as a thank you. I guess he must have something else to ask me for. Ask him to speak up.

It turned out that the foreign tourists in his tour group were illegally buying cultural relics in China and were caught by the police. After investigation, it was found that they were actually retired civil servants of the country, and their rank was not low. They should enjoy diplomatic immunity. It is necessary to go through legal procedures and make a diplomatic declaration.The old man didn't want to lose face, and he didn't want to stay in the shift. This tricky matter fell to Wu Xiaochao, the boss of the travel agency, and then he asked me.

When I was a child, I watched a cartoon about how the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China. After opening the door to the country, a bald old missionary deceived the Chinese and resold cultural relics. He was finally taught by a little fairy painted in a fish bowl.I can't wait to teach this foreigner a lesson with my own hands.

"Please do me a favor. Hasn't he been caught? It's not a crime. You bring him out. I thank you buddy."

Wu Xiaochao is a slippery person, but due to his old friendship and the fact that he has always been considerate of Fei, I had to think of some ways and entrusted someone to help him solve this problem.

When he invited me to eat seafood, Wu Xiaochao insisted on asking me to bring Qiao Fei.I didn't want her to get involved in this kind of thing, so I didn't call her.

We talked mostly about things when we were young. Although he was rough in speech, he was really interesting. After drinking for three rounds, we talked about Qiao Fei.

"That girl is not bad, you have a good eye."

"What are you talking about?"

"Did I say something wrong? Irrelevant people, how can you be so attentive? You don't have to hide it from me. Help me with this matter. It's probably because of Qiao Fei's face."

I didn't deny it.

Wu Xiaochao laughed as if he had guessed a brain teaser, and suddenly remembered something: "But, this matter actually has something to do with her."

I look at him.

"Don't be nervous. That's right, the team this foreigner joined when he came to China last time was also led by Ms. Qiao."

What am I supposed to do.Smiling lightly, he poured himself a glass of wine.

"In mid-September." Wu said.

"Impossible." I said, "Before 'Eleventh', she led a group in early September."

"I'm her boss and you're still stubborn with me."

"Not before? At the beginning of September?"

"No. I didn't have a group at that time, and I was very impressed. It was the off-season after the summer vacation. What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

"No no."

We finished our meal and I was almost done drinking.Wu Xiaochao wanted to take me home, but I said no, I parked the car in front of the hotel and got into a taxi by myself.

"Are you okay?" Wu said.

"It's okay." I waved to him and let the driver drive.

Then I turn on my phone.

Inside are the text messages I saved from Fei.

Saturday, September 9, at 2:20.

Which of the four mice is more courageous...

I asked her to see the premiere of Wu Jiayi's movie that day, and she said she wanted to work.But today, Wu Xiaochao told me that there were no tour groups at the beginning of September.

The windows were not closed, and the cold wind blew in.

Before I knew it, it was late autumn.

Fallen leaves, yellow lights, night walkers.

The driver asked me, "Sir, where are you going?"

Even though it was the weekend, I didn't ask Jofi tonight, and I certainly didn't want to go back to my parents.

"Excuse me, China Travel Building."

I went upstairs in a daze, and looked at myself in the mirror in the elevator, blushing from drinking.I don't think it's a big deal. It's possible that Wu Xiaochao remembered it wrong. Besides, it's been a long time, so there's no need to pursue it.I looked in the mirror and said, "Laugh." I grinned in a funny way, and I actually laughed.

When he opened the door, he saw Fei's shoes in the hallway.

My heart skipped a beat.

Fei's voice came from inside the room: "I'll give you time to let the girls around you leave."

What an unexpected gift, Jofi is here waiting for me.

I said to the unnecessary "girl next to me": "Oops, my wife is at home. Why don't you go first. Let's make an appointment another day."

Then I gestured to open the door.

Qiao Fei ran out of the room at the same time, copying the brick-like "Larousse French Dictionary" that could definitely be used as a murder weapon in her hand: "Who dares to steal a man from me?"

I walked over to her without taking off my shoes and hugged her. She is really warm and soft, and she has a special body fragrance, which makes my heart sway.

"Who can argue with you?" I said.

She raised her head from my arms and looked into my eyes. I saw her dark cat eyes and red mouth, it was really itchy, I had to kiss her.

I didn't guard against being pinched on my chin by her, and my thumb and index finger made me feel sore: "I forgive you, but you don't dare."

When we make love, I feel that the world is this young woman's body, safe and sound.

(End of this chapter)