I was stunned. What did this little Tibetan boy say in the ancient Tibetan language? But what does he want to express
According to common sense, he stole my fish. I didn't trouble him, and let him go with a smile on his face. He should thank me.
But looking at his expression, he was obviously not thanking me, but rather scolding me.
I give full play to the spirit of Q, no matter what he scolds me, anyway, I don't understand it, so it's all because he is calling me "Dad". For a while, I got into play and said with a smile: "Hey, my dear son, take the fish and eat it."
I raised my hand and signaled that he could go.
The little boy looked at me vigilantly, then walked around me, ran into the village, ran a few steps and then looked back and waited for me viciously and said, "Parusha!"
I continued to wave at him and said, "Goodbye son. You can come to me again if you want to eat fish."
Seeing the little boy's back disappear all the time, I lost my interest in catching fish, so I walked towards the tent with a smile.
Big Eye saw me coming back empty-handed and asked: "Where is the fish?"
"It was stolen by a kid in the village."
"It was stolen by a child?" Big Eye obviously didn't believe it, and then said: "If you didn't catch it, you said you didn't catch it. Thank you for coming up with such an excuse."
"As for me to lie to you, it was really stolen by a kid."
Staring at my face with big eyes, after looking for a while, he sighed and said, "Hey, it looks like I'm going to eat instant noodles again for this meal."
At this moment, Zhang Ling walked out of the tent. She was still holding a computer notebook in her hand. The lid of the notebook was open, and the light from the screen shone on her slightly excited face.
I asked: "What's the matter, so happy?"
Zhang Ling said: "I solved the problem of communicating with people in the village."
"How to solve it?" I asked hurriedly.
"Technology, the power of technology is huge." Zhang Ling squatted down beside us, pointed to a software opened on the screen, and said: "The notebook I seized from Mao's family contains a language translation software that can translate. Thousands of languages. One of them is Ancient Tibetan."
I asked: "None of us can speak ancient Tibetan, let alone write. How can we translate ancient Tibetan into Chinese?"
Zhang Ling smiled and said: "This language software can not only support text conversion, but also directly translate it through the language.
Let's just say, as long as you have this software, it is equivalent to having a language expert's translation. "
Big Eyes said in surprise: "So awesome!"
Zhang Ling said: "Or, the power of science and technology is huge. The Mao family must have put a lot of effort into having such a software."
Big Eye said: "Quick, let me try."
Zhang Ling clicked a few times on his notebook, made Big Eye speak into the microphone, and Big Eye said, "Anzi, I didn't catch the fish."
The audio on the voice software jumped, and then the Tibetan baritone gurgling from the speaker came out. Big eyes suspiciously said: "Is this what I said?"
Zhang Ling said: "Yes."
"Then we should try to find someone from the village."
Zhang Ling said, "Don't worry."
Big eyes remembered something and said, "By the way, what did the old man say when he talked to the old Tibetans in the village?"
Zhang Ling said: "Based on the memory of Mr. Jia, he repeated the other party's words, to the effect that let us leave here, we are not welcome here."
I said: "I also translate a sentence, using ancient Tibetan to translate it into Chinese."
"Do you still speak ancient Tibetan?"
"Just one sentence." After thinking about it, I corrected it again: "Just three words."
Zhang Ling started the translation software, I spoke into the microphone, learning the accent of a little boy: "Palusha"
Soon, there was no sentimentality from the speaker of the notebook, but the translation was round and round: I am not afraid, your parents are dead, eat your parents' meat!
My face suddenly became hot. Tibetan cursing is different from national cursing. Tibetan cursing has nothing to do with male and female students, reproduction, organs, and behavior, but with religious beliefs and soul. That little miscellaneous hair scolds me like this, which shows its viciousness!
Big eyes froze for a while, and asked: "Where did you learn such a sentence?"
I said bitterly: "That's how the kid who stole my fish scolded me."
Zhang Ling asked: "Stealing fish? Child? What's the matter?"
I briefly talked about the Tibetan kid stealing fish. At this moment, a middle-aged woman appeared near our tent, looking at us embarrassedly.
The magic translation software came in handy, and Zhang Ling immediately walked over and said, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
The translation software translated her words into ancient Tibetan and passed them out of the notebook
. The middle-aged woman stared at the notebook in surprise, as if looking at a foreign object from the sky.
Zhang Ling hurriedly explained, saying: "This is not a monster, it is a laptop, it is a high-tech product. Don't be afraid."
The translation software translated Zhang Ling's words again. The middle-aged woman was still looking at the laptop in shock. It took a long time to recover and remember the purpose of her trip.
First, he bowed deeply, showing an expression of apology, and said: "I'm sorry, my Tini is too naughty and stole your fish. I am here to apologize to you for him." After speaking, The middle-aged Tibetan woman glanced behind her, and then beckoned.
From behind a big tree, the little boy who stole my fish and scolded me just appeared. The little boy still had the stolen fish in his hand, but there was a look of disdain on his face.
I hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter, he is a good boy, and we will give you those fishes."
The middle-aged woman hurriedly waved her hand and said, "No, no, we can't ask for your things. Tiny will return the fish to them soon."
The little boy called Tiny raised his head and looked away, but he didn't mean to return the fish.
I smiled and said, "I really don't need it. I gave him those fish."
What I said, after being translated by translation software, Tiny immediately said: "Yes, he gave it to me, not I stole it."
I know that the middle-aged woman looked at Tiny and sighed and said to me, "Then I would like to thank you. I was really embarrassed in the village just now. The villagers didn’t have a good impression of strangers from outside, but I can see you He’s a good person. If you don’t mind, you are welcome to come home."
We were overjoyed by this invitation. I hurriedly called Jia Sidao out of the tent and relayed the words of the middle-aged woman. Jia Sidao immediately decided to go to the other side's house to spend the night. After Zhang Ling spoke a few polite words to the other party, we packed our bags and moved into the middle-aged woman's home.
After talking all the way, we learned that the middle-aged woman was called Marta. The room in Marta’s house is very large, enough for the rest of us. Zhuoma also told us that his man went hunting in the mountains and he could not go home later.
After a few simple greetings, Marta brought us hot milk tea and some meat.
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