My Lady Fairy

"dada", Yang Guo moves the cursor to the confirmation key, and then gently taps the mouse in his hand.

"Done!" After stretching a lot, Yang Guo stood up from the chair and made himself a cup of Biluochun with satisfaction. Made by conditions, Yang Guo can only make tea in a large water cup, but this does not hinder his mood of tea tasting.

Walking to the balcony, Yang Guo fondled the pot of green pineapple that he still took good care of, even though things and people were different. Blowing the steaming water cup, the curly tea like conch in it gradually stopped their spiral dance, and settled at the bottom, leaving only light green and clear tea liquid. After sipping, the tea liquid on the tip of the tongue rolled into the throat along the tongue, and then the fresh and sweet taste bloomed in the taste gland.

Leaning against the fence and looking into the distance, Yang Guo thought that everything in Yangcheng was good, but the sky was too ugly. The clouds are like rags that have wiped the table but have no time to clean. The dust is black. In the distance, the sky over the urban area is gray, and it seems to be shrouded in haze. The sunshine is difficult to block during the period. You can see the scattered halo, but it is not so beautiful.

Yang Guo misses the sky of his hometown a little. There is no serious pollution from heavy industry, and there is not much exhaust from cars. Looking up, you can see the vast blue sky, and people must be in a very happy mood.

At present, Yangcheng, magic capital and Beijing are still desperately expanding. Although many heavy industrial manufacturers have been moved to areas outside the Pearl River Delta, more polluting enterprises are listed and reborn every day, taking root in big cities, asking nothing else, just big opportunities and interests of big cities. Such a situation is very similar to the capital of England and Kyrgyzstan at the beginning of the 20th century. I just don't know whether these three big cities will suffer the same consequences as the fog capital in the future? Now it seems that the difficult haze is not far away, is it?

Shaking his head, Yang Guo broke away from meditation, which is not something he can worry about. After a sip of tea, he returned to the living room.

"Ding Dong!" The SMS prompt tone of the mobile phone rang in time. Yang Guo looked and smiled. I was busy living until two o'clock yesterday. After breakfast today, I translated to more than one o'clock. After nearly ten hours of work and more than 7000 words of translation, I finally received a reward of more than 3000 yuan.

The task this time is not as urgent as yesterday. It was originally required to finish the translation in two days, so the price is not so high, only 500 words per thousand. But Yang Guo only took half a day to solve the task cleanly. If we do more, we can carry out the next task as soon as possible.

The next task, Yang Guo, has been selected, and it is an urgent task just released today. The time limit of the task is one week! A week of such a long time can be regarded as an urgent task, because the customer gave a document of 100000 words!

100000 words! Although it's English to Chinese, it's nearly 20000 words a day. It's hard for ordinary translators to finish even if they don't eat or drink! In the past, Xinda translation company either asked the customer for an extension of time, or it would directly disassemble and decompose into multiple tasks for multiple gold medal translators to complete.

But this time, he was a big customer, rich and powerful. He has said that there is only so much time and it cannot be extended. However, he also offered a big price - 800 words per thousand. He also told Yao Dehua that if the translation was good, the price would be increased to 1000 words per thousand, and the extra 200 would be directly owned by the company, and there would be opportunities for further cooperation in the future.

Yao Dehua has considered for a long time. If they are really separated, it will certainly lead to uneven translation effects. In the past, there was no suitable candidate, but now it's different. They have the "Eagle warrior"! The translation speed is fast, and the translation can maintain a super first-class level. Such an interpreter is simply the gold medal in the gold medal and the fighter in the rooster!

So Yao Dehua asked the translation department to send Yang Guo a task invitation, and he told Yang Guo that the extra 20000 yuan is also his, as long as the company should have a bonus. Yao Dehua knows that there must be brave men under the heavy reward. The company does not lack the 20000 yuan. But if we can retain this big customer through this task, we will have a big gold mine that can be mined continuously in the future!

Yang Guo thought it over before agreeing. If it were text, Yang Guo would never answer! The translation of 100000 words is completed in a week. Are you kidding? It's almost a month! This is the translation of a medical report, which is also a kind of technical text. Except for some difficult terms that need to be looked up in the dictionary, it is basically not difficult.

After taking the task, Yang Guo did not hurry. The translation of 100000 words can't be solved overnight. Sharpening the knife doesn't miss the woodcutter. Before writing, he began to read this document.

It has to be said that looking at things on the computer feels much worse than paper materials, but now Yang Guo has no printer and can only make do with it. This document is more than 400 pages fast, as fast as Yang Guo only read more than 100 pages after reading it for an hour. Then he felt his eyes were sore and he had to stand up and have a rest.

But at this time, the phone rang and my mother killed!

"Is this where you live?" Xu Jinfeng pushed the door open, followed by Yang Guo and song Zhiwen carrying bags.

"Mom, you go in first. Look, we are carrying a pile of things!" Yang Guo laughed.

Song Zhiwen carried two bags and said breathlessly, "yes, godmother, hurry, let me go in and have a rest. I'm almost exhausted."

Yang Guo turned back and smiled at him, "I said you can't sit in the office all day! Look at me, I carry twice as many things as you, and I haven't breathed like this."

"...." Song Zhiwen shook his head and had no strength to refute.

After entering, song Zhiwen sat on the chair in front of the computer desk, sweating like rain. He felt that he didn't lie directly on the sofa.

Xu Jinfeng couldn't bear it and asked Yang Guo to take her into the bedroom. The old lady was anxious to see her granddaughter! Two people were lying by the baby's bed. Yang Guo wanted to pull up the mosquito net and let the mother see it carefully, but the old lady held his hand for fear that mosquitoes would take the opportunity to fly in.

"Ouch, fruit, why did you have such a lovely baby? Look, this little face looks exactly like you when you were a child." Although her voice was low, the old lady was now so happy that she couldn't speak incoherently.

Yang Guo covered his mouth and laughed without saying anything.

At this time, Qiqi's eyelids moved, and it seemed that she was about to wake up.

"Oh, did I say it too loudly just now? It woke the baby." Xu Jinfeng is a little regretful.

Yang Guo comforted, "it's okay, mom, she should wake up at this time."

Qiqi's eyes haven't opened yet, her mouth is hazy, and her clear cry suddenly plays. Yang Guo was no longer surprised. He quickly picked Qi Qi up from the crib, patted her on the back, and coaxed her softly.

Xu Jinfeng was startled. She said aside, "this child, why is the voice so loud? It's terrible to cry."

Yang Guo said with a smile, "Mom, it's OK. Qiqi is good!" In her father's arms, Qiqi's crying gradually subsided. However, Yang Guo smelled that Qiqi was a little smelly. It was estimated that she was pulling Baba. So he was busy packing up for Qiqi again.

The old lady stood by, worried that Yang Guo was clumsy and couldn't change her diaper, but Yang Guo's brisk but steady action immediately impressed her! Is this still your son? Yang Guo grew up, but there was nothing she didn't worry about. But how can this big boy who methodically changes diapers in front of him look like two completely different people compared with the child who can't tie a shoelace well in his impression?

"Fruit, you have grown up." When the old lady said this, her tone showed relief and reluctance.

Yang Guo smiled proudly. When he changed his diaper just now, he deliberately showed his hand, and sure enough, he immediately achieved results.

The old lady took Qiqi from Yang Guo's hand and observed it very lovingly. Qiqi was also very quiet, but she followed Yang Guo straightly, without any different performance from being held by Liu Suqin because she was Xu Jinfeng.

Yang Guo was busy sorting out what his mother had brought while asking song Zhiwen to pour water for himself.

"Mom, why did you come here with so many melons and fruits? Everything is sold here, and you're not too heavy." Yang Guo looked at large and small bags of pumpkins and cucumbers, and a large bag of peanuts still stained with wet soil, and said with a wry smile.

"What kind of food do you buy in the market? I'll bring it with me when I think you like it. I really don't know how to be grateful. Zhiwen, remember to take some back later." The old lady said unhappily.

"OK, godmother, I like your pumpkin best. It's best to cook pumpkin rice by slicing it into silk!" Song Zhiwen drooled at one side.

Yang Guo smiled bitterly, afraid that you might become tired and don't understand gratitude, shook your head and didn't say much.

"Hey! Fruit, stand up straight and let me have a look." The old lady suddenly shouted.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Not knowing what happened, Yang Guo stood up straight for no reason.

"Hey, fruit, it's only been a few months. How does it seem that you've grown a lot taller?" Knowing that her son is nothing like her mother, Xu Jinfeng suddenly saw that her son was different.

"Godmother, I really didn't notice if you didn't say it." Song Zhiwen bumped over and said, "Lao Guo, let's have a competition when you take off your shoes."

Yang Guo took off his slippers and song Zhiwen also took off. The two of them stood face to face. Song Zhiwen's right palm crossed horizontally on his tianlinggai, and then touched Yang Guo's nose.

"I'll go! Lao Guo, when are you half a head taller than me?" Song Zhiwen said in surprise.

In the past, song Zhiwen was 1.75 meters tall and a little taller than Yang Guo, but now Yang Guo actually surpassed him by half a head.

"Really? It's growing tall again." Yang Guo scratched his head. He guessed that it was because he had practiced Kung Fu recently, but he didn't want to say, "maybe he exercised a little more recently. I usually get up and exercise in the morning."

Song Zhiwen said a little depressed, "you're estimated to be one meter eight now. You're an old goblin of twenty-three or four years old. It's really unscientific that you can grow tall and so tall."

"You are the old goblin!" Yang Guo gave him a punch with a smile.

However, it is really amazing. Yang Guo is more than six centimeters taller in a month, and he is at an age when a man's height almost stagnates. Practicing this skill really benefits a lot. For example, your skin is much better now. Although it is not as smooth as that of girls, it will not be too far away.

Yang Guo is just a little worried, because it's good to grow tall, but if he grows endlessly, it's not good to grow into a giant like Yao Ming.

Probably not. Yang Guo comforted himself that no ancient book recorded that Zhang Sanfeng was a giant.

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