My Lady Fairy

after Mo Laozi received the award, Yang Guo came down from the stage in a low-key way, just like he quietly stepped on the stage not long ago, which did not attract much attention.

Only a curious girl, holding her mobile phone, kept watching his video. Yang Guo seemed to feel something. At the moment of stepping down, she looked over and smiled, like Epiphyllum in full bloom at night, quiet and charming.

The girl blushed, put away her mobile phone, but couldn't help but feel happy in her heart. With a little finger, she posted the video on the Internet, on the video website, on twitter, and shared it with her friends.

Yang Guo didn't know, and she didn't expect that after uploading her video, it was frantically forwarded. Many people recognized Yang Guo's identity, and more people were impressed by Yang Guo's magnanimity and level of translation! Even this video has been quoted and reported by many foreign media.

After all, it's all later. Yang Guo completed his most important task in Sweden, and his adaptability also kept Mo Laozi's on-the-spot "changing his mind" from causing any trouble. More importantly, he made Mo Laozi's wise proverbs not fade because of the cultural gap. The breadth and depth of Chinese culture and the wisdom of the Chinese family can also be perfectly reflected in front of foreigners.

Yang Guo's task is not over yet. For the next dinner, Yang Guo has been accompanying Mo Laozi and helping him translate. Many celebrities and scholars from the East and West came to chat with Mo Laozi. On the one hand, they expressed their respect and on the other hand, they were curious about him.

Yang Guo's strength is once again reflected incisively and vividly. Any foreigner can easily cope with it. He can top a translation team of the Ministry of foreign affairs alone. A dozen translators gathered together are not necessarily better than Yang Guo!

"I think, Yang Guo, if you follow me, I've been treated like a number one chief!" Mo Laozi said with a smile that he didn't have too much scruples when chatting with Yang Guo privately. Anyway, it was all his own.

"Teacher, this is too much praise!" Yang Guo is a little embarrassed!

In the middle of the dinner, there is a small program, that is, let Mr. Mo make a speech! This has been notified before, and Mr. Mo has already written his speech.

"Don't worry, this speech, I will follow the notes." Before Mr. Mo came on stage, he smiled and said to Yang Guo. In the afternoon, he didn't play cards according to common sense, and he didn't feel guilty for others, but he still felt a little embarrassed about Yang Guo, which brought little trouble to his apprentice after all.

"It doesn't matter. It's all translation anyway. Teacher, you know my strength!" Yang Guo smiled calmly.

In an elegant applause, Mo Laozi, dressed in an elegant tunic lined with black velvet and red, walked slowly onto the podium, while Yang Guo was still a swallow tail suit, took the microphone handed by the staff, stood upright behind the podium, did not dominate, and quietly waited for Mo Laozi to speak.

When the audience quieted down, Mr. Mo began to speak with a smile, but he didn't read the speech. Yes, he planned to make an impromptu beginning: "I say a sentence, a sentence outside the speech!"

Yang Guo smiled bitterly in his heart. He knew that the old man was "habitually" not playing cards according to common sense! No way, Yang Guo had to abide by his duty and translate it according to what the old man said. This time, Yang Guo used English translation.

In fact, most of the people present understand English, and Swedish is only the official language of the organizer. It is extremely difficult for those who come from all over the world to understand Swedish. Previously, at the award ceremony, it was mainly to take care of the face of the organizers, so Yang Guo used Swedish. Now the dinner is not so formal, and Yang Guo changed to a language that the public can understand.

"Two hours ago, the standing secretary of our college, his wife, gave birth to a little girl. This is the beginning of a beautiful story! I believe that those who know Chinese or foreign languages here can pass on my message to you and express warm congratulations to him!" Mo said with a smile on his face.

To be honest, Yang Guo felt that what he said outside this speech was boring. He polished it a little and expressed it in more concise English: "two hours ago... The birth of a life is also the beginning of a beautiful story! I want to share this story with you and I hope you can share it with more people to express our heartfelt congratulations!"

At home, you may scoff and remain unmoved, but abroad, people are most devoutly moved by the birth of their children. Therefore, after listening to Yang Guo's translation, people did not mean their applause and offered blessings.

"My speech is about storytellers!" Mo Laozi seemed a little nervous. Fortunately, Yang Guo helped him polish his translation.

"Through TV or Internet, I think all of you here have a more or less understanding of the remote northeast township of Gaomi. You may have seen my 90 year old father, my brother and sister, my wife and daughter, and my one year old and four month old grandson..." Mo said quietly, "But there is one person I miss most at the moment, my mother, you will never see. After I won the prize, many people shared my glory, but my mother could not."

Yang Guo translated this passage in real time, and could clearly see some emotional female guests under the stage with tears flashing in their eyes.

This is the first story that Mo Laozi told, the story between him and his mother.

"One of the most painful things in my memory is to follow my mother to the collective field to pick wheat ears. The people guarding the wheat field came, and the people picking wheat ears ran away one after another. My mother was a little foot, and she couldn't run fast. She was caught. The tall keeper slapped her in the face, and she shook her body and fell to the ground. The keeper confiscated the wheat ears we picked and whistled away. My mother was bleeding at the corners of her mouth, sitting on the ground, and her face was very strange I will never forget your look

One of the things I regret most is to follow my mother to sell cabbages and intentionally or unintentionally overcharge an old man who bought cabbages by a dime. After calculating the money, I went to school. When I came home from school, I saw my mother, who rarely cried, crying. My mother didn't scold me, but gently said, "son, you disgraced my mother."

Mo Laozi's narration is very plain, but Yang Guo's translation is very heavy. He wants to be as close to Mo Laozi's tone as possible, but he is always affected by his narration. The old man said little things, but it always seemed that every audience felt the unforgettable memories and attachment in his heart.

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