My Lady Fairy

in the evening, Yang Guo practiced translating Thai and Hindi for three hours, and then lay in bed and began to plan his vacation.

When walking with Zheng Yujie in the capital, Yang Guo didn't say it casually. He wanted to spare more than a month for vacation, otherwise, his life would be sunk in work and learning. How can there be any fun?

Where to go on vacation is also a problem. It's like white-collar workers in the office building worrying about what to eat for lunch. It's not that they don't have to eat, but that they have too many choices and are too provocative!

There are many interesting places to go. It seems that with money and time, all these can become their own options. Where on earth is it good to go?

By the way, didn't brother Yao Dehua suggest that he go fishing with him? Fishing is not fun, but how enjoyable it is to go out on a yacht and feel the blue sea and blue sky!

You can also go to Nanhai island, where there are the most beautiful beaches in the country and all kinds of tropical scenery. Yang Guo visited it once when he was a child, and he is still longing for it.

Um! It can be considered. Yang Guo closed his eyes and smiled slightly. In the imagination, the waves on the beach gently patted the reef, and the slow and rhythmic sound accompanied Yang Guo to sleep.

The next day, song Zhiwen pushed the door in, picked up his breakfast from the dinner table, and then threw the car key into Yang Guo's arms: "here, return the car to you, I'm going to work!"

"Don't you have to drive? I'm waiting for someone today and won't go out." Yang Guo was drinking milk with Qiqi. When he raised his head to pick up the key, Qiqi, who was drinking milk from a small wooden bowl, also raised his head just because of the action of Uncle mosquito. A white beard was pasted on the lips of both father and daughter. Like father, like daughter!

"How can you drive your car to work? Land Rover is even more expensive than the one led by us, and you don't want to die if you drive there?" Song Zhiwen rolled his eyes and said.

After Song Zhiwen left, Yang Guo had nothing to do. He was a restless man. He originally wanted to do nothing today to have a rest, but seeing the sunshine so bright, he couldn't help but take a book and run to the balcony to sit down and read it.

Qiqi pulled a small wooden box, turned the toys that Yang Guo had worked hard to tidy up yesterday upside down, and found the new toys she had brought back from the capital to show gold. Gold was lying beside her, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail, and I didn't know whether it understood Qiqi's soliloquy.

Feilong is said to arrive in the late afternoon, and Yang Guo still has a whole day to waste. He suddenly remembered that the summary of translation experience he had written had been completed, not many, only more than 100000 words, not even a book.

Should we send it to Yao Dehua and let the Institute of Xinda Translation think about it? He plans to take this material to talk about several classes after the training course of Xinda Translation is held!

However, there is a lot of understanding and thinking that I have learned from various translation theories. I wonder if it is a little abstruse for most people?

Speaking of translation theory, Yang Guo suddenly felt that this material should be shown to his tutor, which is also a phased summary. There is also a theory he boldly put forward. If President Chen Zongdai knew that he did not let him see it, he would teach immature theories to others without authorization, and he might angrily pick up a broomstick and chase himself.

So Yang Guo turned on the computer, put his manuscript in the attachment of the email and sent it to Chen Zongdai.

Finally, he called and said, "Dean, I recently wrote something and want you to help me with the trial."

"What?" The Dean seemed to be eating something. While wriggling his mouth, he asked vaguely, "is there a paper? I don't seem to have arranged a paper for you? Yes, I forgot to arrange a paper for you!"

Yang Guo was sweating. Unexpectedly, he almost dragged himself into the pit when he called. He scratched his head and said, "Dean, it's a holiday now. Let's talk about the paper next semester? That article was written by me. It's just a summary. Just look at it as an ideological Report."

"I'm kidding you. Look, it scares you. At your level, it's not a matter of minutes to write a paper?" Chen Zongdai laughed.

Yang Guo also heard his teacher's mother complaining next to him: "eat and laugh, be careful to choke."

"OK, stop talking. I'll see it later when I'm free. Eat, eat." The last two sentences are the voice from the microphone that Chen Zongdai put down the phone but didn't hang up.

Yang Guo didn't listen. He pressed his cell phone and put it down with some shock.

Chen Zongdai is actually right. Yang Guo's current level, a paper has long been difficult for him! Not to mention anything else, Yang Guo took Chen Zongdai's list of books, and he didn't know how many predecessors' books and graduation theses of translation theory he had read.

However, no one who has experienced the painful time of writing papers in the last year of college will have a good impression on writing papers, even Yang Guo. He still remembers the painful experience of turning over several books and revising countless times when he was writing his thesis!

Without the "horrible" task of thesis, it's still good! Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief. At least his vacation could go on happily.

It's not bad now. The quiet and peaceful little days are still very comfortable. Cooking and drying bed sheets, the sun is just right.

In this fast-paced metropolis, Yang Guo has a car, a house, a daughter and a dog. The only thing missing is a hostess!

Fang Beibei appeared in Yang Guo's head again, as if he had returned to their teacher's apartment. In that small house, Fang Beibei, who rolled up his sleeves, tied an apron and squeezed with Yang Guo in the small kitchen less than four square meters. The two people inadvertently looked at each other, as if there were sparks blooming.

Speaking of it, after Yang Guo returned to Yangcheng, Beibei's yearning for each other grew rapidly like bamboo shoots after the rain. Is this love?

Although Yang Guo is a little confused, what is the difference between wanting a woman to be his wife and daughter's mother and loving a woman?

I wonder why Fang Beibei cares about this!

But Yang Guo has a little regret. What he regretted was why he was so stupid when he was in the rain? If you encounter such a problem, you should tell her the answer she wants to hear directly!

Silly, now Fang Beibei has shrunk up and won't meet you! Hum, it takes two months to repent!

Half a month has passed so long, and there is another month and a half... Yang Guo covered his head and sighed.

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