I sat in Li Chuan's room for a full two and a half hours, explaining to him each of Xie Lingyun's poems in detail. At first, I thought it was necessary for work, but gradually I suspected that he was just entertaining me. Finally, sleepy and hungry, I yawned in his face.
He kept marking my translation with a pencil, rarely looking up. Hearing my yawn, I finally asked, "Why, didn't you sleep last night?"
"Sleeping." For a genius like me, do I need to work hard to improve? Do you have to stay up all night at work
He asked again: "Then, have you had lunch?"—It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when I came in.
"...not yet." I was really hungry.
"I'm going to work here today." He put away his pen, stood up, walked to the door and opened it for me.
I ran to the snack bar outside the door, ate a scallion pancake indiscriminately, then went back to my room, took a shower, and fell asleep. I slept until the next afternoon, and no one came to find me.
I got up and went for a walk, and met Xiao Ding from the drafting department in the corridor. I didn't know him very well, so we made an appointment to have dinner in the restaurant together. After dinner, I asked him: "Xiao Ding, I seldom go to the drafting department to play, sorry, what is your name Ding?"
"Ding Chunqiu."
After he finished speaking, he studied my expression: "Do you think this name is a bit weird?"
"Ding Chunqiu, that's a good name! Isn't "Zuo Zhuan" just called "Zuo Shi Chunqiu"?"
"You don't look at Jin Yong?"
"dont see."
He shook hands with me: "Annie, you are the only girl I have ever seen who is not corrupted by martial arts. I pay high respects to you."
I covered my mouth and snickered. It turned out that he was afraid that people would call him "XingXiu old monster".
"Where did everyone else go?" I looked over his body and glanced at the restaurant, but I couldn't see any CG people, nor Li Chuan.
"Most people are working in their own rooms, and several bosses followed Mr. Li Chuan to the scene. We are very nervous, and the deadline is coming soon. Now we have to overthrow all the work two months ago and start over again. But it has to be completed within ten days, and everyone has to go crazy.”
I found that CG people like to call Li Chuan Mr. Li Chuan instead of Mr. Wang. Because there are five people surnamed Wang in the company. However, to be honest, I didn't think Li Chuan was very busy. What time is it, he is still studying Xie Lingyun.
"So, so far, is there any plan for the plan?"
"Mr. Li Chuan has produced several drawings, renderings of important landscapes, and hand-drawn drafts of perspective drawings of main viewpoints. The analysis drawings of traffic and landscapes are made by Mr. Jiang and Mr. Zhang. The general plan , bird’s-eye view, space vertical design, and space composition section have not yet come out. Finally, he has to write text: creative description, functional description, economic index description, etc. What we people have to do is just some post-production Rendering work." He paused, and then said, "However, when it comes to saving the situation, we can only turn to Li Chuan. He is famous for being fast, never procrastinating, and often completes the design ahead of time. With him Now, half of our hearts are relieved - we only see whether his body can bear such a heavy workload."
The smile on my face froze: "Physical? His body looks pretty good."
"I heard that he was injured by skiing, and he was severely anemic. He was still in the hospital when Mr. Jiang called him. It seemed to have worsened after two days of busy work. Originally, he said , After the design is completed, I will make architectural models with everyone, and now President Jiang dares not let him do it.”
"Why?"
"Use a paper knife to make a model. If he accidentally cuts himself and can't stop the bleeding, it will be troublesome."
I've never heard of Li Chuan's anemia. During the time I was with him, he only got sick twice. Once it was pneumonia, and he was hospitalized, but judging from his tone, it was the doctor making a fuss over a molehill. Once he had a fever and ate a few Yinqiao tablets, but I forced him to do so. He usually looks energetic, his face is neither rosy nor pale, and he doesn't look anemic at all.
I wanted to continue asking, but Xiao Ding was looking at his watch: "I can't chat with you anymore, I have to go to work."
I went back to the room and continued to lie on the bed, feeling an inexplicable anxiety in my heart. Immediately afterwards, my cell phone rang, and I looked at the number, and it was Mr. Zhang.
"Annie, are you still in the hotel?"
"exist."
"Can you pick up two people at the airport? Foreigners."
"Yes." I tried to make my voice appear enthusiastic. I am the only translator here, and the one with the most free time, so I don’t go to anyone else.
"It's like this. The people who came were Mr. Wang's elder brother Wang Jichuan and a French designer named René. Mr. Wang originally planned to pick up the plane in person, but we are still on-site surveying and can't come back, so please go Take it. We have already arranged the room."
"The flight number and arrival time are—"
"Mr. Wang said that he printed the shift and time on a piece of paper, and it was on his desk. He forgot to take it when he left. I just remembered that it seemed that I arrived in Wenzhou at six or seven o'clock. I just called the security guard. Phone. You can go to the service desk to get a spare room card, take out the piece of paper to see clearly, and then pick up someone.”
I looked at my watch, it was five forty. Time is running out. I turned off my phone, went to the service desk to get my room card, opened Li Chuan's door, found the piece of paper, went back to the room, hurriedly changed into a decent set of clothes, put on makeup, took my handbag, and took a taxi. The car went to the airport.
In Wenzhou in winter, it gets dark very early.
The airport is very busy.
I found the flight number for the pick-up on the huge electronic bulletin board, and found that the flight was delayed in Beijing because of the weather. So I have to wait here at least two hours.
I bought a magazine, sat down in a cafe, and passed the time.
After waiting for an hour, I looked at the notice board again. The plane hadn't taken off yet, but the estimated departure time was changed to ten o'clock, which meant we didn't arrive in Wenzhou until twelve o'clock. I regret that I didn't bring my computer with me when I came out. There are many e-books in it, how to pass such a long time
The craving broke out. I went to the store to buy a pack of cigarettes, and went to smoke one under a tree outside the gate. When I came back, I bought another magazine and waited while I read it.
At nine o'clock, I ran outside the door to smoke a second cigarette, when my phone rang suddenly. an unfamiliar number.
"Hello?"
"Annie."
Hearing this sound, my heart began to pound wildly.
"... Mr. Wang?"
"The plane is late?"
"Um."
"When are you expected to arrive in Hong Kong?"
"Twelve o'clock."
"Don't wait, come back first."
"If you don't come back, this is the task Mr. Zhang entrusted to me."
"I'm Mr. Zhang's boss."
"If I come back, who will pick up the guests?"
"No need to pick up, you can take the airport bus."
"Airport bus? Mr. Wang, our Chinese nation is a friendly and enthusiastic nation. As a member of the Chinese nation, I cannot allow foreign experts who come to CG inspection work to be treated coldly. I, Xie Anni, will hand over the company leadership to me. The task will be carried out to the end." I replied in a businesslike manner.
On the other end of the phone, there was silence. After a while, he said, "Where are you?"
“Cafe in the terminal.”
"Why didn't I see you?"
"...I'm in the bathroom."
"Put out the cigarette, come and see me!"
Li Chuan's voice is pleasant no matter what he says, um, such a fierce tone is really rare.
To prevent him from smelling the smoke, I sprayed myself with heavy perfume. Li Chuan was sitting in a wheelchair. Thin face, pure black suit, light blue shirt, striped tie. All the women in the café, young and old, were watching him furtively.
Li Chuan doesn't like wheelchairs, and will never use them unless it is absolutely necessary. I have never seen Li Chuan in a wheelchair in any public place.
I said "Hi", walked to the sofa in front of him, and sat down.
There is a cup of lemon tea in front of him. Obviously my perfume choked him, he turned his back, coughed lightly, and said "Excuse me".
I secretly laughed in my heart. Li Chuan still had a habit of always saying "Excuse me" no matter when he coughed, sneezed or excused himself. Sometimes when he went to an ATM to withdraw money, if he clicked a wrong button, he would say "sorry" to the machine.
"Want something to drink?" he asked.
"coffee."
"Two parts of milk and two parts of sugar?"
Six years ago, the coffee I liked had a strong milky aroma, very sweet and greasy.
"Black coffee, no sugar."
"Irish cream (translation: Irish cream) or Noisette (translation: hazelnut flavor)?" These are the two flavors I like to drink the most when Li Chuan and I are together. Li Chuan doesn't say "hazelnut", but insists on using French "Noisette".
"Columbian, please"
Everything has changed.
He turned the wheelchair and went to buy coffee. After paying, ask the waitress to bring it to me.
I don't wear glasses. Stare at him. His face was so close to me that I couldn't see it clearly anyway, and I stared at him blatantly, as if he were an alien.
"So," he said, "are you nearsighted?"
"A little bit, not serious."
"Long time no see, Xiaoqiu," he said, his voice was unreal, "How are you?"
"Fine. How about you?"
"It's also very good."
"It's rare to come to China, why didn't you bring your wife along?" I asked.
"Always single." He looked at my face, "What about you?"
"Personal privacy, no comment."
shield.
Obviously hit by my words. Next, he sat there motionless, without saying a word.
I also said nothing.
He didn't open his mouth, and I didn't open his mouth either, just so stiff.
For an entire hour, we were like two strangers, each drinking his own drink, neither of us speaking.
Finally, I spoke first: "Li Chuan, why did you come back?"
He was startled, he didn't expect me to ask this question. It took a long time before he said, "Business."
"Then when will you leave Beijing?"
He thought for a long time, and said perfunctorily, "The business trip is over."
He looked very uncomfortable, and the hand holding the teacup almost broke the teacup. What's more, his face was tight, cramped, and nervous. I thought, from the way he looked, if I asked a few more questions that he couldn't answer, he would immediately pass out in front of me.
Well, don't embarrass him anymore. I smiled and continued: "So, what is your relationship with me during the business trip?"
friend? acquaintance? colleague? Superior and inferior? Anyway, definitely not lovers.
"It's a working relationship between us."
I take a deep breath. Working relations.
Just then, my cell phone rang. I was upset and didn't want to answer it, so I opened it and hung up.
After half a minute, the phone rang again.
I had to open it: "Hello?"
"I'm Xiao Guan."
"President Xiao?"
"I went to CG today, and Emma said you went to Wenzhou?"
"yes."
"There is an auction house that wants to publish a manual, but it happens that I am sick, and I have already finished the work. Can you do me a favor? I will pay double the translation fee."
"When will it be?" I took out my notepad and looked at the time.
"Is it okay at the end of the month?" He said, "You finish the business in Wenzhou first."
"How many pages?"
"Fifty pages."
"A lot of ancient texts?"
"all."
"All right."
"Thanks."
I was about to reel up, but he said, "Annie, I was the one who was abrupt last time. Please don't mind me. Emma and I had a deep quarrel before."
"do not mind."
"When are you going back to Beijing?"
"Ten days from now. Not sure."
"Remember to inform me in advance, I will pick you up at the airport and treat you to dinner by the way. It is an apology."
"No, no, you are too polite."
"Annie, have you ever been chased by a man before?"
I was taken aback, and said: "No."—I was thinking, Li Chuan and I, is it me chasing him or he chasing me? Can't figure it out. At the beginning, I must have been the one who chased after him first, because I invited him to watch a movie first. In this way, it is really a mess from beginning to end, and I am still complaining but not angry at him.
"Try me first, just as a warm-up."
Before I could answer, the phone hung up.
I picked up the coffee, took a sip, saw my fingers were shaking, and decided to go out for a smoke.
"I go out for a while."
"What are you going out for?"
"none of your business."
I really despise myself, I despise myself for being unable to let go after so many years, I despise myself for wanting to get angry.
I walked quickly outside the door, found a secluded place, and smoked one cigarette after another. It was cold outside, and even though I was wearing a coat, my hands were still cold. But I don't want to go back to the cafe and meet the man in the wheelchair. I would rather stay in a miasma of my own making. I stood outside for an hour, until I finished my last cigarette before returning to the departure hall. I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and through the mirror, I saw that my appearance hadn't changed under the cover of lipstick, face cream, and eye shadow. It’s just that when I was smoking, I shed a few tears without disappointment. The mascara was said to be waterproof, but it didn’t work well. After I rubbed it, the oil paint overflowed. When I asked me to wipe it with a paper towel, it was waterproof again. I can't wipe it off.
There was only half an hour left before the pick-up time, but I looked like this, sad and distraught, as if I had just suffered a huge blow.
I can't let Li Chuan see me.
I dial his cell phone. The phone only rang once and answered.
"Xiaoqiu—"
"Call me Annie."
That end was silent.
"I'm a little uncomfortable. Since you're here, I'll go back to the hotel first."
"Are you smoking again?"
"What's wrong with smoking?" I said coldly, "Smoking is my way of being!"
On the other end of the phone, there was only the sound of his breathing.
After a while, he said, "Well, you go back first. Wait at the gate, and I will ask the driver to take you."
"No, I'll take a taxi." I replied coldly, regardless of whether he answered or not, I hung up the line.
Back at the hotel, passing by the service desk, I suddenly remembered that I still had a spare key card for Li Chuan's room in my hand, and I should return it to the service desk. However, I remembered one thing. My "Once Upon a Time in Lichuan" is still in his computer. This is a rare opportunity, I have to find it quickly and delete it.
Readers, if the following plot reminds you of the first or second part of "Mission: Impossible", it is not my invention, nor is it my imitation, it only shows that no matter how pure a person is, if he looks Too many action movies will leave a terrible mark on the soul.
There is no one in the corridor.
As soon as the door card is inserted, in a second, the red light turns green and the door opens. I slipped in.
His laptop is on the bed.
There was a small lamp on in the bedroom. I climbed into bed, opened the laptop, and within seconds, a blue window appeared.
Then, a small window appeared on the screen, asking me for the password to enter the desktop.
I was dumbfounded. I know, it must be a very simple password. Li Chuan would never embarrass himself with cumbersome and hard-to-remember passwords.
I'll try first: 0907, our shared birthday.
wrong password.
I thought about it, and tried again: xiaoqiu.
Yes, I am narcissistic. mistake.
I began to wonder what else he could use as a password. I tried his favorite singer: roxette.
No play.
His brother's name: jichuan.
No play.
The cat he raised in Switzerland: mia.
no.
Authors he likes: proust.
Nor is it.
At this point, I want to say, you judges, if you love someone, but you can't guess the password he may use. You are a failure as a lover.
I was thinking hard on the bed for more than half an hour. Because I know that the number of trials is limited, I can't try endlessly.
Finally, three letters came to my mind: ld
Old Yunnan flavor, remember? He insisted on LD.
With a flash of blue light, the desktop quietly opened.
At that moment, my eyes were a little wet. Yes, I am a little moved. Li Chuan's computer is replaced at least once a year. He still uses this password, which shows that he still remembers me to some extent.
The desktop is full of icons. I go directly to "My File Box". The file boxes were also full. Obviously he has a lot of work projects, each of which has a file. Paths follow paths, and folders follow folders. Kingsoft PowerWord has been installed. I checked its path and found it had been moved to an unfamiliar folder.
I turned around in the maze of files and browsed repeatedly, but I couldn't find the file names I was familiar with.
Then, I slapped my head, quickly opened "My Desktop", and searched with keywords: "lcs.doc", which is the pinyin abbreviation of the name, hidden in a lot of my e-books.
Soon, the file was found. I was overjoyed, left button to lock, right button to open, busy click "Delete".
In half a second, a window pops up: "Deleting file error."
NO!
I tried again, still "Error deleting file."
I checked the file properties and it turned out to be "read-only file". I clearly remember that I have never changed this file to "read-only". Could it be that Li Chuan did something wrong
Hmph, it's hard for me! Isn't it "read-only files"? I opened it and changed it to "non-read-only". I open the file, go to "Properties", modify the read-only item.
After changing it, delete it again. "Deleting file error" again!
Still can't delete it! Super depressed! I hit myself on the head with Li Chuan's pillow.
The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard. I sat on the bed and thought hard, what else can I do. At this moment, the door suddenly slammed, and then several people walked in, and at the same time, there were very lively voices. Can't understand a word, because it's French.
Li Chuan is back!
No way! How could it be so fast!
I quickly closed the file, turned off the computer, and closed the computer cover. Sure enough, several people stopped in the living room and talked enthusiastically.
I can't understand French. It could only be heard that there were three people, among them was Li Chuan. Then, I heard Li Chuan go to the kitchen, as if to make coffee. And then, oh my god, I heard his wheelchair head towards the bedroom.
I quickly hid in the bathroom.
The shower curtain was closed and I jumped into the tub and hid behind the shower curtain. Immediately afterwards, the light in the bathroom came on.
Li Chuan, Li Chuan, please don't go to the toilet at this time!
The water in the sink was splashing, probably because he washed his face. Then, as if it was too hot, he went to the bedroom and opened the window, and the cold wind blew in, almost making me sneeze. Then he returned to the living room and continued talking to the guests.
Li Chuan especially likes to take a bath, he must wash in the morning and evening. The bathroom is never a place to stay. I ran out quickly and looked around. Like all hotels, Li Chuan's bedroom is very spacious, with very little furniture and nowhere to hide. I had to hide in his closet. There were suits and shirts hanging inside, and I looked around, but fortunately, there were no skeletons except clothes.
There was pleasant chatter and laughter outside, still in French. I sat in the closet feeling almost claustrophobic. No matter what time, this group of people is still chatting! Come to an end, okay
After a while, finally, one of them left.
The room suddenly fell silent. The person who stayed behind accompanied Li Chuan to the bedroom.
I only heard Li Chuan say: "I need you to draw these pictures for me. I made a rough sketch, and you can add the details as I wrote."
The man smiled and said, "Well, use your brother as a draftsman." - I guessed right, that man is Li Chuan's brother Ji Chuan.
"Did you make the model or René?"
"Of course it's him. I want to draw a picture for you, how can I be so busy?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to take him on a tour of Yandang Mountain?"
"As soon as your main picture comes out, the model can be finished in two or three days. You can still play in the rest of the time."
"Then go talk to him."
"What's there to say, you helped him last time, and he already owes you favors."
"… All right."
After a while, Ji Chuan probably saw a few empty beer bottles on the table, and heard him say, "Are you drinking again?"
"Just beer."
"No wine of any kind."
"Okay, brother, are you finished?" Li Chuan muttered.
"It's too late, go to sleep." Ji Chuan sighed, "I told Su Qun that you can only work five hours a day at most. It seems that you don't listen to him at all."
"It'll be fine after I've been busy for a while. Please stand in the way for me about the affairs at the headquarters."
"I'm busy too, but Dad is free. Dad accompanied my grandparents on vacation in Hong Kong, and I called all three of them back."
"what? What?"
"So now, it's not me blocking it, it's Dad blocking it for you. If you feel sorry for him, go back early."
"If I knew I was begging my father, would there be a need for you to beg?" Li Chuan said, "Tell me, last time you and René went to Rome, who blocked you?"
"Aren't I really inseparable? Hey, it's going too far to say that. You are in Wenzhou, and you called me to help. Did I come without saying a word? Not only did I come, but I also gave it to you." Find an extra helper. Interesting, isn't it?"
"Interesting." A helpless voice.
"By the way, is your injury better?"
"about there."
"Then go to sleep, I'm leaving, we'll talk tomorrow."
I heard Li Chuan send Ji Chuan to the door and close the door.
I quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He casually took a shirt off the hanger, hugged it in his arms, and smelled it lightly. Don't laugh at me, I've been wronged for six years, can't I be a little nympho quietly
I thought beautifully in the closet, next, Li Chuan should go to take a shower, and I, take advantage of this time to run away.
However, I waited for a long time without any movement. I didn't hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom either.
Peering through the crack of the door, I saw Li Chuan go back to the bedroom, go straight to the bed, take off his clothes, change into his pajamas, and then go to bed. Then, out of nowhere came the sound of music. Very low, but very loud:
"I see youb your hair
and give me that grin.
It's making me spin no,
spinning itin.
efore I melt like sno,
I say Hello
Ho do you do... "
It was his Roxette again, he used to listen to that song so often that even I knew it well enough to memorize it. Li Chuan looks slightly melancholy, but in fact he is easy to be happy. He likes relaxed and lively music, and also likes crying serials. In contrast, I pretended to be deeply fond of listening to violin and piano sonatas and the like. When I was with him, I always thought he was making a fuss.
My concern right now isn't Roxette, or the noise, but when will he fall asleep. Asleep I can escape. I shrank in the closet and couldn't help but secretly yawned. I was tired after waiting for a five-hour flight at the airport! Brother Li Chuan, stop listening to music, please go to bed quickly!