My lower body has never bleed like this, and it has never hurt like this. When I woke up, it was noon again. I got up and saw that there was a wet red mass on the bed sheet, so I hurried to the bathroom to take a shower to wash off the fishy smell.
After taking a shower, I changed my clothes, wiped the foggy mirror with a towel, and a yellow face appeared inside, so yellow that it seemed to have jaundice; the dark circles under my eyes were still in the same place. I put on a layer of Olay, and took out a fragrant powder puff to whiten my face. Then three times, five times and two times, lipstick, eye shadow, hairspray, and brushed hair are shiny and shiny.
I confess in the mirror. Yes, I, Xie Xiaoqiu, am ashamed of my behavior last night. Li Chuan obviously doesn't want me, so why should I act coquettishly? It's not his nerves, it's my nerves! It's not that he's sick, it's me! I have hormonal disorders, and I am an unprincipled nympho! I said to myself, Xie Xiaoqiu, you don’t know that there are tigers in the mountains, so walk towards the tigers, and you don’t know that there are snakes in the grass, so you go through the grass! Your love is just a fire in winter, but it has been burning for six full years, burning away your youth, burning out your feelings, burning out your endocrine, isn't it burnt to ashes? Do you want to wait to be burned to death
Thinking of this, I rushed back to the bedroom, found my life-saving talisman from the suitcase—a bottle full of Wuji Baifeng pills, recognized the trademark "Tongrentang", and swallowed sixty pills with yesterday's leftover tea . I asked myself again, why can't I hate Li Chuan? Yes, I can't hate him, because I still owe him money, a total of two hundred and fifty thousand! Although I have lived frugally since the first day of work and sent 2,000 yuan to the Chen Dongcun lawyer every month, after careful calculation, it will take ten years to pay off the money! Even Chen Dongcun called and laughed at me: "Miss Xie, why are you doing this? Does Mr. Wang care about the money? When he buys an apartment in Longjing Garden, he buys two apartments. The upper part is for himself, and the lower part is empty. , just because I’m afraid of noise.” No matter what Chen Dongcun said, I forcefully gave him the money and forced him to print the receipt. In any case, that money allowed my dad to live an extra month, and let me enjoy the family affection for an extra month. Wang Lichuan, I have no hope of loving him, but I have to make up my mind to hate him. This endless hell, when will I be freed!
I dressed up, put on my glasses, and walked around the corridor. Li Chuan's suite is diagonally opposite to mine. On the left side of his room is Mr. Wang, on the right is Su Qun, and on the other side is Mr. Zhang.
Every morning at 8 o'clock, CG has a 30-minute meeting, and each department reports its work progress. But Zhang Shaohua said that I don't have to go. Because I am a translator, I actually only work for Li Chuan. As for how to work, Li Chuan and I can negotiate with each other. Now that the boss has spoken, I am a lazy person who is happy to be free. Simply do not attend a meeting.
I sneaked into the restaurant and ordered a plate of chilli fish nuggets and a bowl of red rice porridge.
It was lunch time, I looked around, but there were not many CG people in the restaurant. I only saw two draftsmen, Xiao Ding and Xiao Song. Others seem to have gone to the project site. I found a table and sat down to eat slowly. As he was eating, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. I looked up and saw Su Qun.
At first glance, Su Qun looks a bit like Andy Lau. It's just that his skin is darker than Andy Lau's, his nose is not as tall as Andy Lau's, but his stature is about the same. There are more northerners than southerners in CG, so he is short. I heard that he was also an architect, but for some reason he quickly changed his career to become an administrator. Su Qun's position is the assistant to the president, and he is on the same level as Mr. Zhang. Because of his close relationship with Li Chuan, everyone talks to him very politely and regards him as his superior. He followed Li Chuan all day long, and like Li Chuan, he was as reticent in talking and laughing, not like an assistant, but like a bodyguard.
I thought he was also here for dinner, but unexpectedly he just ordered a cup of tea and sat beside me.
"Annie."
"Mr. Su."
"Don't be so polite, call me Su Qun."
"oh."
He took a sip of tea, watched me eat, and suddenly asked: "Annie, did you know Mr. Wang before?"
"I don't know." I shook my head firmly.
"But—" he pondered for a moment and said, "You seem to have a conflict with Mr. Wang?"
"No. He is the boss, and I am the subordinate. I listen to what he says, there is no contradiction." My tone was firm.
He looked at me coldly, his face was as cold as ice. After a while, he said: "Last night I had something to look for him, and I happened to see you running out of his room angrily..."
Well, I do so many good things that no one sees. Once they do evil, they will be watched by others.
I knew what happened last night was because I was too impulsive, so I had the cheek to quibble: "Nothing! Mr. Wang said he needed a dictionary, so I went to my room to get it for him."
He continued to look at me coldly.
"That's it." My lips were dry, my hands spread out, and I was at a loss for words.
"You are a translator, you should be the one to look up the dictionary, right?" He asked calmly.
"We have a dispute over the translation of a word, so we have to look it up in the dictionary. You know, Mr. Wang also knows a lot of Chinese characters." Whoever said I can't lie.
His tone suddenly hardened, and his voice rose slightly: "Are you sure that you gave him the dictionary instead of hitting him with the dictionary?"
"What? Hit him? Me? How dare I?" I said this with a guilty conscience. I really don't remember what I did in my rage. I just remember throwing that dictionary at him, twisting my head and walking away. Thinking of this, my palms could not help but sweat. That dictionary is quite thick, no matter how you say it weighs two to three catties. If you throw it carelessly, the effect is similar to throwing a brick.
My voice suddenly dropped five decibels: "No, I didn't... hit him."
"He said he didn't smash it, he was so painful that he couldn't stand up for a long time! The dictionary still has your name written on it. Xie Xiaoqiu, is it you?"
This made me even more depressed. That dictionary was given to me by Li Chuan before. Once when I was visiting Xinhua Bookstore, I saw this dictionary. I thought it was too expensive, and held it in my hand for a long time thinking about it, but I was reluctant to buy it. It was paid by Li Chuan. So I wrote the words "gifted by Li Chuan" on the title page. After Li Chuan left, I still had to use this dictionary. When I saw the word "Li Chuan", I got angry, so I made a big cross on it with a black marker. covered. Su Qun probably didn't see it.
I asked cautiously: "Then he... was injured?"
"Injured? He skied last month, and his back injury is still not healed. He was going to the scene today, but it was cancelled. He didn't come to the morning meeting. I went to see him just now, and he was still lying in bed."
"Then what should we do? Why don't you send him to the hospital soon?"
"He hates hospitals the most. No one can mention the word hospital in front of him!"
This is true, Li Chuan has always been like this.
"Do you not want to do this job?" He said quietly.
"...No." Six thousand a month, and a generous year-end bonus. Let me resign, and I will drink the northwest wind? I'm not afraid of losing my job. I can't be accused of "violently assaulting my boss". Who would dare to use me after being stained
"Then go and apologize to him."
I thought about it, and then I froze again: "I won't go."
He stood up and said, "Then I'll go to Mr. Zhang." - Mr. Zhang is in charge of personnel affairs.
"Wait," I stopped him, "I'll go."
I came to Li Chuan's room slowly, and knocked on the door. After a long time, there was a reply from inside: "Come in, the door is unlocked."
I pushed the door open, walked through the living room, across the study, to the door of his bedroom, the door was open, but I knocked anyway.
"It's me, Annie."
"I can't get up for the time being. If you don't mind, come in and talk. If you mind, talk outside if you have something to say." His voice was very low, but there was no sign of weakness.
It's over, it hurts badly. I was also dumbfounded. In previous years, when we walked on the street with Li Chuan, I always blocked the flow of people for him. When someone touches him, I still find someone to quarrel with. Now it has developed to hit him with a dictionary, which is really an improvement: "I don't mind. Then I'll come in."
Sure enough, he was half lying on the bed covered with a blanket. There are several volumes of drawings piled up around me. There is a short table in the middle with his laptop. From the left and right of the head of the bed, there are two movable supports. On the top are two 30-inch Apple ultra-thin monitors, and inside are colorful design pictures, from various angles, plane, elevation, three-dimensional, and bird's-eye view.
His face was pale, his brows were slightly frowned, and the line of his lips was straight, even a little hard. He was wearing a black striped shirt with a stiffly ironed collar, which also stiffened against the outline of his face.
He looked at me, obviously unexpectedly: "What is it?"
I kept a straight face, but my voice lacked confidence: "Give me back the materials from yesterday. You are very busy, I am the translator, let me do it."
His eyes returned to the screen, and his hands quickly drew pictures on the electronic sensor: "No need. I can look it up in the dictionary myself."
After a while, he clicked a key, and I heard the rustling of the laser plotter in the study next door. He pushed the screen away from the bed, looked at me and said, "Is there anything else you want?"
I thought for a while and said, "If you are free now, I want to finish the translation last night. I don't want to delay your work." The tone of these words seemed to be begging him, which greatly weakened my usual toughness. Standing, my face turned red involuntarily.
"No time now." He said coldly.
"Then please tell Mr. Su that you are not free, not that I don't want to work."
"Su Qun?" He frowned, "What did he tell you?"
I don't say anything. I'm not complaining.
confrontation.
After a while, he said, "Do you have electronic translation software? It's too troublesome to look up a dictionary by hand."
I was stunned when I heard it. At first I thought he was angry, but it seemed that he really wanted to translate by himself. He can only recognize 950 Chinese characters. I bet he has forgotten at least half of them in the past six years. Whether he can understand "Reader's Digest" is a problem.
"Yes! I have the latest version of Kingsoft Ciba."
"Bring me a copy."
The USB flash drive was on my keychain, I took it off and handed it to him, and saw him plug it into the US port.
"The file name is JSC, in the folder of my softare."
I saw his mouse move twice, and after a while, he took out the USB flash drive and returned it to me: "I don't have time to find the files now, so I'll test the entire USB flash drive first. I'll look for it slowly at night."
What? ! Now it's my turn to go crazy. I am not afraid of other documents, but there is the original manuscript of "Li Chuan's Past" in the USB flash drive. I can't tell him, let alone appear anxious. Otherwise, when he was curious, he had to find it out and have a look. With Jinshan Ciba, I am not afraid that he will not understand.
"Okay." I stood still and prayed to God secretly that he must not let him discover my secret.
He looked like he was waiting for me to leave. I prefer not to go.
"Anything else?"
"Yes! Since you want to translate these materials yourself, what should I do?"
He thought for a while and said, "You rest."
I opened my mouth wide: "Me? Rest?"
"Well, you rest."
"Is the salary paid?"
"Pay as you please."
"Then I'll buy a plane ticket back to Beijing."
"no."
I glared at him: "Didn't you say I'm resting?"
"You rest here, and you are always on call. If I need to see someone, you have to come over and act as an interpreter."
"Okay then," I saw him lying on the bed alone, and my heart softened again, "Anyway, I'm fine, I'll start translating "Yongjia County Chronicles" tonight, and I'll send it to you when it's done."
"I can also read "Yongjia County Chronicles" by myself, I have Jinshan Ciba."
I smiled lightly: ""Yongjia County Chronicles" is written in classical Chinese during the Daoguang period, can you understand it?"
He glanced at me coldly: "It seems that the classical Chinese during the Daoguang period is a trivial matter for you. If this is the case, can you hurry up? Give me the translation before three o'clock tomorrow afternoon. If it is late, Don't blame me for going to Mr. Wang's in." After that, he lifted the quilt, and his only long leg was looking for slippers on the carpet. Then, stooping down, to pick up the crutches from the carpet. Looking at him, I suddenly remembered the scene of him opening the refrigerator to get milk one night N years ago, and my heart ached for no reason. I rushed to pick up the crutches on the ground and handed them to him.
He stood up, wearing a pair of black yoga pants. He moved slowly, and seemed to be gritting his teeth faintly to bear the pain. He followed me to the door and opened it for me. He lowered his head and I looked up, my forehead just hit his chin, and I quickly dodged to the side.
He said, "Go slowly."
I was about to leave when I suddenly remembered something: "By the way, where is my dictionary? Return the dictionary to me."
He entered the room, found the Far Eastern dictionary and put it in my hand. If he was polite when he opened the door for me, he was obviously rude when he handed this dictionary into my hands.
On the first page of the dictionary, there is an ivory bookmark. My dad gave it to me and it's gone now.
I glared angrily, about to attack. He said, "In the back. I looked up a few words last night."
"What's behind?"
"Your bookmark."
I was angry not only because of this: "Where is the first page? Why is it gone?"
"Torn."
"Why?"
"What do you say?"
I turned my head and walked away.
That "Yongjia County Chronicles" is not thick. In addition to the foundation I had trained in Jiutong for two months, and Li Chuan only wanted to focus on culture and geography, I smoked, drank tea, and coffee, and worked all night without sleep. point, the translation has been roughly completed. The words and sentences are not very particular, but there is definitely no problem with right or wrong. I spent another three hours polishing, and then I saw Li Chuan's profile picture appeared on CG's MSN, and an ord file was uploaded from MSN.
After a while, a reply popped up: "Thanks. Could I also have a hard copy?" (Translation: Thank you, but I still need a hard copy.)
I typed the answer: "Don't you have a printer in your office?" (Translation: Don't you have a printer in your office?)
No reply, ignore me.
After half an hour, the bedside phone rang, and it was his voice: "Annie, please come to my place!"
I trotted to Li Chuan's room. This time he was not in bed, but in a wheelchair. With my translation in hand. He motioned for me to sit down, so I had to sit on the white sofa again. The red patch from the day before yesterday was still in place, bright and clear.
"Who is Xie Lingyun?"
"A great poet of the Eastern Jin Dynasty."
"Eastern Jin?" This word should be familiar to Chinese people.
"Tao Yuanming, do you recognize him?"
"I don't know."
"Xie Lingyun and Tao Yuanming are the founders of Chinese landscape poetry and pastoral poetry."
"I asked Xie Lingyun, why did you mention Tao Yuanming?"
"They are all from the Eastern Jin Dynasty."
"What period is the Eastern Jin Dynasty?"
Speechless! depressed! Wang Lichuan, I really overestimated your Chinese level!
I spent fifteen minutes talking to this man about the history of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
"Now, do you understand?"
"Understood." The attitude was honest. "So, Xie Lingyun stayed in Wenzhou—that is, Yongjia at that time?"
"He is the prefect of Yongjia."
"This sentence, 'ond gros it spring grasses; Garden illos vary the birds that there chirp. 'is his famous sentence through the ages?"
"Well, the Chinese reading is: 'The pond grows spring grass, and the garden willow becomes a songbird.'"
"I don't think the writing is very good." He said, "Or, you didn't translate it well. Tell me, 'Pond grows spring grass, garden willows become songbirds', what's so good about it?"
"Xie Lingyuan was demoted to Yongjia. He was in a bad mood and was bedridden all winter. One day, he opened the thick curtains and saw that the pond outside the window was full of spring grass, the willow trees in the garden were sprouting, and the birds were singing very differently. .. all winter's dispiritedness, and it was swept away."
Seeing that he didn't quite understand, I explained it to him again in English.
"Do you understand?"
"I understand the meaning, but I still don't understand what is so good about this sentence."
"The good thing about this sentence is that it uses an inverted sentence." I reflected in my heart that I shouldn't translate too many poems written by Xie Lingyun. Xie Lingyun is a cultural celebrity in Wenzhou, and all local chronicles will mention him and his poems. However, I don't need to translate so much, if Li Chuan asks me like this for every line of the poem, I will definitely die. Now, I'll have to confuse him with ancient grammar.
"What is an inversion sentence?"
"Dislocation. The grammar of this sentence was originally 'spring grass grows in the pond, and the songbirds in the garden change'. The predicate 'sheng' ran in front of the subject 'spring grass', which is called subject-verb inversion. In Tang poetry, the main The function is to isolate the imagery from the grammar and directly bring you visual impact."
"Well, visual impact—I like that word."
It seems that he still has to ask, and if he asks again, I will reveal my truth. Quickly stopped: "What does this have to do with architecture?"
"It doesn't matter, so you can't listen to it, and gain knowledge by the way?"
I shut up.
"Xie Lingyun's surname is Xie, and your surname is also Xie. Do you have any relationship with Xie Lingyun?"
"It's related." I was not angry, "My father said that our Xie family is a branch of the Xie family in Chen County, and the same clan as Xie Lingyun."
"My grandfather said that we are the Wang family of Langya. We are also an ancient clan."
"So, in Tang poetry, it is said, 'In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people', referring to these two families. Our ancestors used to live together outside Jinling City, beside Zhuque Bridge, in Wuyi Lane, Everyone knows each other. Jinling is now Nanjing. Do you understand?"
He nodded honestly: "Understood."
After a while he said again: "Annie, I found that your knowledge is getting deeper and deeper. The night before yesterday, I had never heard of many words you said. For example, what is Actinidia Chinensis?"
"Kiwi."
"Maybe I can understand it faster if you say Kiifruit."
"Kii is a kind of bird in New Zealand. The native place of kiwi fruit is in China, where it has been natively grown for tens of millions of years. It is said in Tang poems that there is a kiwi fruit on the well fence in the atrium. It was not introduced to New Zealand until 1904 by missionaries. .Call it whatever you like, but I won't call it Kii anyway."
"Well, I admire it. I never realized that you are so patriotic. You even love fruits."