Moonlight Variations

Although Chuli was excited when she climbed onto the bed, she couldn't hold back her good sleep quality as a young man. Her head tucked into Hikawa's arms, and within 30 seconds she began to scream, humming like a comfortable pig——

Hikawa: "..."

The old man Shirakawa felt that he was humiliated.

She fell asleep after a few words, but she was a little awake, and she was very angry when she heard that the person in her arms said that she would go to sleep. His arms were arched red, like Shoutao steamed buns just steamed out of the steamer...Can't help but pinch them with two fingers, soft, and the fingertips will sink part of it.

In her dream, she was disturbed and hummed in protest.

Shirakawa had played enough, let go of her squeezed face blankly, and swept the person in her arms to her chest like a pillow, pressing her forehead on her shoulders, and then Lift up the quilt, turn off the lights, and get ready to sleep.

Chu Li: "Huh?"

……The Chuli, who was awkwardly sleeping, seemed to hear a "click" in her ear to turn off the lamp. She closed her eyes and raised her head slightly, calling out "Teacher" with unconsciousness, and hearing the man " "Hmm", the voice rang close at hand, and she calmed down as if reassuringly.

The tip of her nose arched the man's neck, and her hand came up like a sloth. The freshly washed one exuded a faint orange fruity fragrance. She was like a big orange, and she stuffed herself into the man's arms.

——Someone always asks, "Sleep well when you sleep, can you sleep comfortably if you hug it together?"

In fact, there is a place to put your head and a place to stand up your legs, so it must be comfortable to sleep like this.

Those who asked this were obviously single dogs who could only sleep with a pillow at night.

the next day.

Chuli slept in such a daze for several hours, and when she woke up, she found that the boyfriend she was hugging had turned into a pillow, with the quilt covering her well, and it was a little hot.

He took the quilt away and stretched out his head. At a glance, Chu Li saw that her boyfriend was walking slowly by the door of the bedroom with the hotel slippers on his feet and a chicken coop. He bypassed the coffee table and came to the guest room. Sit down on the sofa to drink coffee, and put a finished breakfast on hand, probably the room service he called after he woke up.

When Chuli got up, what information was he printing.

"...The hotel includes breakfast and paid for it," Chuli got up and yawned. "What kind of room service is it called? Move Jinbu two steps and want to eat something?"

"You are still cute after you fall asleep."

In the living room, the man sitting in front of the printer raised Erlang's legs and answered without raising his head. He took a sip of black coffee by the way. The coffee entered his stomach and he frowned slightly-coffee is a bit bitter. In fact, he doesn't like coffee: but black coffee To reduce swelling, this is all for being handsome.

Chuli's legs fell from the bed and stepped on the slippers: "Then you can make me dumb."

The people in the living room sneered: "Isn't it faster to feed you mouse medicine?"

Chuli slept softly, climbed out of the bed and stretched out, then turned around and took a bath in the bathroom... When he came out refreshed, he was wrapped in a bathrobe with the smell of shower cream. By his side, when he saw the other person knocking on the computer without raising his head, he completely ignored him. He insisted on telling him about his presence. He had nothing to say: "Do you think my hair is getting longer?"

Shirakawa turned her head and saw her tied into a little tugging hair. He was about to say what the difference could be. His eyes fell on her white neck still with water droplets——

A drop of water rolled down his neck.

Rolled all the way into the shadow of the fork in the bath towel that was folded on her chest.

"...Hair will grow longer and not grow longer, I don't know," Hiukawa twisted his head, "I think it's true that you don't want to go out today."

Chu Li: "?"

I saw the man stood up, sorted out the few sheets of paper that had just been spit out from the printer, and stuffed them to Chuli: "I will read these before I go to see Herman tomorrow. I watched Hull on the Internet a few years ago. What Mann knew during the news was not widely circulated because it was not very glamorous, and there was no hype in the country. I just downloaded some and gave you a simple translation..."

Chuli took it and looked at the overwhelming Turkish and the Chinese translation below. He raised his head in shock and looked at Hiukawa. Hiukawa rolled his eyes: "The best way to find the soul of a foreign writer’s work is To read the original text, even if you are not familiar with his language, but with a little understanding, you may be able to get a completely different reading experience from reading the translation."

"So you learned one more language to read Herman's book?" Chuli said, "You are a real fan!"

Hiukawa rolled his eyes disapprovingly.

Chu Li: "Don't pretend to be disdainful, I remember you used to say that if you are not a writer, your life ambition is to be a hooligan."

As soon as the words fell, the head was slapped--

Zhou Chuan: "Can't the international gangsters work? Who can put their headquarters in the milk tea shop at the entrance of the middle school for the rest of their lives, and the local gangsters also pay attention to progress."

First gift: "..."

Chu Li picked up the data in his hand and looked at it, and found that it was a very simple Hellman character's life, what works have been created and what awards have been received in this life, personality, writing style, hobbies, etc...

It seemed to be no different from Du Niang Baike, and Chu Li had already carefully studied the information of Mr. Herman on Du Niang Baike before setting off, almost to the point where it was back-to-back.

Chuli pinched the information given by Zhouchuan, and sneered: "You are not as good as Du Niang's Quan, what are you clever?"

At this moment, the man began to seriously study the route and strategy for walking out today. Hearing this, he glanced up at her: "You take a closer look?"

Chuli carefully looked at the data in his hand: "What are you looking at? It says that Mr. Herman has about eight works since his debut writing, "Moon City", "Elegy of Roses", "Knight and Head", "Jerusalem", "Under the Cherry Blossom Trees, Brilliant and Decaying", "Skins", "Living in No Man's Land" and the most recent "Don't Shock the Magpies" that squeezed you out of the stack... This is not right. The information you gave even lacked the series of works "Sky Tracks Written by Dragon Carving", which Mr. Hermann and his close friends built in the early years of the same world view. This work was very popular when Mr. Herman debuted in the early years, so it was It is also called a "ghost writer" because of this..."

With his elbow propped on the sofa, Zhou Chuan held a mobile phone in one hand while still checking the walking route from the hotel to the scenic spot. He leaned against the sofa, thinking about it, and suddenly said, "You know the beginning of "The Book of Luohe" Why did the editor in charge suddenly change from Lao Miao to you?"

"...Isn't it because I'm beautiful, and you covet my beauty?" Chuli looked at Hiukawa, who looked back at her blankly, Chuli raised his hand and scratched his head, "Okay, I I remember that it was because that stupid Lao Miao said the wrong thing and brag about your virginity. How powerful the female work was. I don’t know the real virginity at that time. The female work was also labeled as never seeing the sun, and was used as a sad waste paper. Press in your study."

Hiukawa changed his stance.

Pointing to the stack of paper in Chuli's hand, he said lightly: "You almost made the same mistake. If you don’t have the foundation to gather today, the people who were swept out by Mr. Hermann like Lao Miao will become you and me."

First gift: "..."

...

at the same time.

Wrapped in a bathrobe in Chuli, I was ignorant of receiving the education of Hirukawa.

Over there, Jiang Yucheng and Gu Baizhi had sat neatly dressed in Mr. Herman's villa in Istanbul.

In order to facilitate communication and communication, the two also brought a Turkish translation that was dug out from a corner of the Xindun Society—that is, the tour guide who Chuli envied.

This translator also worked in the written translation of Turkish materials in the early years and worked with Xindun. Later, when he got older, he simply stayed at Xindun as an editor... This type of translation has a very good habit. , Before doing any translation work, I will carefully review relevant materials, and try my best to meet the translation standards on the day of the work.

This is fine.

After a brief exchange between Gu Baizhi and him, he was also satisfied that this guy knew who Herman was on Baidu anyway, so he didn't think much about it, and brought this translation to him that day.

The conversation was going very smoothly. Gu Baizhi and Jiang Yucheng, two snobbery and flattering talents, joined forces. The best thing is to cover everything with a sincere smile and let the whole The world feels that they are super sincere... Don't coax the old man too happy, with a straight beard, and show them the manuscript of the first creation that year.

......Although it is just a pile of yellowed paper, there are traces of alteration on it.

However, Gu Baizhi and Jiang Yucheng are cultural figures, no matter how they act, they are still very interested in the "writer's manuscript", because this thing can best see the changes in thinking and thinking directions of the original writers when they were creating——

So when Father Hermann took it out, both of them leaned forward to look at it.

The translator also helped to look at it, glanced at the title of the manuscript, and told Gu Baizhi and them that this is the manuscript of "Moon City".

Gu Baizhi remained silent, Jiang Yucheng obviously knew something before, and did not raise any questions that shouldn't be there... When Gu Baizhi smiled and picked up the manuscript, he looked at it as if she could understand it. He said over and over again: "From the official debut "Moon City" to "Elegy of Roses", and later "The Knight and the Head", "Jerusalem", "Under the Cherry Tree, Brilliant and Decaying", "Skin", "Living in Nothing" "Human District", to the recent collaboration with our Crescent Society, "Don't be Scared of Magpies", each of Mr. Herman's works is a masterpiece. It is a great honor to be able to see the manuscript of "Moon City" today."

Gu Baizhi was talking about this kind of watery words without much nutrition.

When the words fell, I obviously felt that the translation paused, and glanced at her—

She was wondering if this eldest brother didn’t quite understand the eight works of Mr. Herman in Turkish, and wanted to remind him that he really didn’t know how to translate a wave in general, and then honestly said that she didn’t know how to translate it, anyway. It’s not a professional translator, and people don’t care...

Before I had time to speak, I heard this buddy snapping up a series of book titles——

Gu Baizhi had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief.

As a result, as soon as she looked up, she saw that Mr. Herman's face, who was originally quite happy, turned a little ugly. She chuckled in her heart. The secret path was not good. She raised her head and asked the interpreter: "What did you say to him?"

"You missed the copy, "The Trail of the Sky Written by Dragon Engraving"," the translator said innocently, "I added it for you."

Gu Baizhi: "What, you say it again?"

Jiang Yucheng was silent for an instant, and Gu Baizhi took a deep breath. At that time, he wanted to take this irregular and smart translator to jump in a hot air balloon together——

Having spent so many years on the battlefield, she never thought that she would be translated by an outside door that was temporarily pulled by a society to be greedy for cheap.

Gu Baizhi raised his head and glanced at Mr. Herman's face, as if he saw the cooperation plan of the two sides flying further and further as if wings were inserted in the cooperation plan of the two sides. remedy……

I don't know if I jumped up and slapped this translator now, can I put aside her innocent position?

At this moment, she felt that the sky was about to fall.

The author has something to say: what's going on, the next chapter will talk about... hee hee hee