Glass man

Introduce the facilities and rooms on the first floor.But she said that she had lived here for a while before and understood everything, so he shut up.

Cheng Yuegu, who had just traveled a long distance, had a chaotic atmosphere mixed with dust, smoke and steam, so Cynthia refused to let her hug her.She withdrew her hand, and began to talk naturally about the fact that she now works as a business manager.The salary is high, and Cheng Jiang also feels that this job is suitable for her, but he sees that she is about to start talking about him.

Cheng Jiang took a deep breath, and finally inserted a sentence at the right time:

"Whatever there is, let's talk about it tomorrow. Is that all right?"

He waited for her response, but she didn't refuse, so he fled back to the guest room.Both the older and younger have already taken a shower and can go to sleep directly.Now Cynthia no longer needs to get up to drink milk over and over again at night, and sometimes even falls asleep by herself when she wakes up in the middle of the night.

This is very good.

Cheng Jiang patted her back, sang the moon song to her again, and when she fell asleep, he put her in the back of the bed, covered her with the quilt, and lay down by herself.

But this night he couldn't sleep.

Seeing Cheng Yuegu, I suddenly remembered something else about her.

When my mother was young, she especially liked to braid her hair.In the summer before Cheng Jiang's elementary school, when she was not at work, she would often apply the inferior mosquito repellent sold in the supermarket to both of them, and then lead him to play in the grove behind the theater.Cheng Jiang hated the smell of mosquito repellant, and he didn't think it worked, but his mother insisted on covering his bare arms and legs every time.

In Cheng Jiang's impression, she likes to wear a bright yellow calico sun hat, the color of the hat jumps and jumps before his eyes...

There was a thick-branched tree in the woods with many branches, and he jumped high enough to sit on the branches and even climb up.Cheng Jiang never liked outdoor activities, and because of Cheng Yue, he was always forced to climb trees, and he was most afraid of going to the woods.But Cheng Yue said that children should run and jump around, so he had to go again.

Every time he couldn't jump up, she pushed him up hard, and then Cheng Jiang sat on a high branch, looking at Cheng Yuegu's young face in the sun.The uncontrollable fear of being in the sky mingled with Mom's bright, happy face.

The most impressive picture of her in his last memory is this.

He missed her and didn't dare to look at her.He didn't know how scared he was until he opened the door for her: Strange to say, he couldn't live without her when he lived with her. After she left, he tried to fill the vacancy left by her like crazy, but when she came back Into his life, he subconsciously wanted to escape from her.

Because he has left Cheng Yuegu.He couldn't allow himself to go back.

But she will find that his current situation has greatly deviated from her expectations, and then she will ask to know why, but he will not be able to answer.The family time between them is long gone, so what's the point in starting over?They are not friends anymore.

Maybe they were never friends, maybe that was in conflict with the mother-son relationship.

he does not know.he does not know.

Cheng Jiang felt something stuck in his chest.He turned sideways, staring at where the window was in the dark, and suddenly felt his vision blurred.Only then did he realize that there was water in his eye sockets.

He didn't move or rub his eyes, but quietly waited for them to fall.The tears came out very slowly, and he waited for a long time before a small drop left his right eye and slid down against his face.He turned over and turned his right face to the bed again. The tears from his left eye also flowed out under the tilt. A small drop of water flowed all the way to the position of the right eye, slowly turning down along the eye socket, and suddenly gone.

Maybe it melted into the tear trail left by the tears in the right eye.

No one knew that Cheng Jiang had cried at night.

In the morning of the second day, everyone dressed neatly and went back to the living room, where they sat at the table and had breakfast together.

Shen Jiqing doesn't like to buy ordinary black and white toast, but prefers those with various undetectable ingredients added to it.Cheng Jiang had eaten onions, bean paste, pork floss, and fig bread in a row.He himself has never known that even bread can be turned into so many tricks, so he always eats it with a pious exploring attitude.

Cheng Yue didn't care about what was in the bread, but he always guessed it himself, and Shen Jiqing didn't give him the correct answer, but just teased him:

"Because a vegetable was put in."

Cheng Jiang could only return to the original slow-motion chewing state, and then asked a guess or two with uncertainty.Shen Jiqing's point is very strange: he can laugh so hard just by relying on these two ordinary lines of dialogue.Cheng Yue didn't respond, and Cheng Jiang didn't know whether to smile or not, and he didn't want Shen Jiqing to be embarrassed laughing alone, so he could only slowly open his mouth, be sure, and then retract it.

He continued to eat, and then made excuses to leave the table.

He began to think about how Cheng Yuegu sees and thinks of him now.

Cheng Jiang tried his best to imitate his seventeen or eighteen-year-old behavior, and tried his best to appear nonchalant in front of Cheng Yuegu.He had no choice but to use Cynthia as a buffer, let Cheng Yuegu hold her, and lead the conversation to her.Cheng Yue asked him about how he took care of the children and other insignificant details, but she didn't blame him like she did on the phone, but just sighed several times.

There are three days off for the new year.

It was Cheng Yue who took him to apply for naturalization, and kept saying that their naturalization procedures would be completely smooth.

"Because you fully meet the conditions of "close relatives of Chinese people", and at the same time, you are all stateless people, and it does not involve trivial matters such as giving up your previous nationality, you know?"

Cheng Jiang didn't know, but he nodded.

Cheng Yuegu looked at his face, "What are you thinking?"

"It's okay." He said vaguely, "I had a dream last night."

"What dream?"

Now he has to say what he doesn't want to say. "I dreamed that I was going to apply for naturalization. The staff asked me to explain why I came to apply for documents, where I came from, and why I left the place before. I told him that I was leaving Cold Bay. I gave all the reasons I could think of. I said it. Then he picked up a form and said to me: But don’t you just want to apply for the citizenship of Cold Bay?”

"It's all stupid." Cheng Yue said, "Lengwan has no nationality."

"I know." Cheng Jiang looked down at the toe of the shoe.

They queued for half an hour at the Public Security Bureau, filled out three application forms, and took bareheaded ID photos of themselves and Cynthia on the spot.The staff said that after the application is submitted, the public security organs will review the applicant's family situation, political history and reasons for the application, and then the application will go through various relevant departments and come back to issue the certificate.

"Will the naturalization be approved?" Cheng Jiang couldn't help asking again when he went out through the gate.

"I didn't say there would be no problem."

"How long will it take to approve?"

"It won't be long—Xiao Jiang! What are you doing standing there?"

"Isn't it a red light?"

"Didn't you see that the roadway has turned red now? This is equivalent to the sidewalk turning green."

So he quickly followed in two or three steps, fell behind Cheng Yuegu and crossed the intersection.

Cheng Yuegu was wearing small lacquered high-heeled shoes, the heel of which was the width of a penny coin turned inward, but they didn't break when they walked all the way, instead they went fast.She directly took a taxi to take him out without telling him where else she planned to go, so he could only follow blindly.

They turned across the broad street and entered a small white fence.

After walking along the path for a long time, Cheng Yuegu pushed open a gray door.

There were many people inside the door, everyone was dressed in the same style as Cheng Yuegu, some were sitting, some were standing in front of the small window, and some were walking around.Cheng Jiang stood at the door tremblingly, not knowing where Cheng Yuegu had gone, all he could hear was the tick-tock of countless high-heeled shoes.

At last she came back through the crowd and thrust into his free hand a stack of things of various sizes, some well-printed booklets, some small cards.

"Take it, don't tremble." She said surprisingly: "I remember my savings card account number, which has the 3 yuan I gave you. Fortunately, there are few people today, otherwise I don't know where I will be in line time."

"What did you give me?" Cheng Jiang asked in shock in English.

"Look like you haven't seen the big world! Don't stand stupidly at the door to block others." They stepped out of the small door of the bank, and she continued: "Blame me, I didn't know anything before. But since you shouldn't What happened has already happened, so I won’t say anything more. The elders give red envelopes when a child is born here, I missed it, so I have the right to make up for it this time.”

"But it's too much." He calculated secretly, and found that Cynthia was almost as much money as before.In Cold Bay, the currency equivalent of 3 RMB is enough for a single man to live without income for six to seven years.

"You have to calculate further, I paid for the money you flew back. Why are you fussing about these things with me?"

"But--"

"Or do you really think the poor as hell government is going to pay you this money? Dream it."

Cheng Jiang fell silent.

The author has something to say: a chapter about mothers.

Having said that, I decided to intersperse some tidbits of the process of writing "The Glass Man".For example:

1. In the initial setting, there is no setting of "Cold Bay".The protagonist was born in the outer suburbs of the United States. His mother ran away from home and never heard from her. She never appeared in this story again.

But Cold Bay emerged for many other reasons.

So Ms. Cheng Yuegu got her name and role! (???)

Thanks for your patience and reading, bow~

☆、chapter14

Cheng Jiang wanted to say, wasn't the money that flew back deducted from his own deposit?But after thinking about it, Cheng Yuegu had only left for less than four years, and most of the savings came from what she left him.

Cheng Jiang had never thought about where Cheng Yuegu's money came from, and why a small female teller had so much money.While thinking about it uneasily, he continued to follow Cheng Yuegu out.The baby in his hands was getting heavier and heavier, and he had to switch arms back and forth.

He is not a person who doesn't know the way, but the road in front of him looks so strange, and he doesn't know where it leads.

Lengwan seems to be the basic Chinese characters. Although there are many differences, none of them seem to have any new tricks. Identify which word means what, but ask him to remember and understand...

"Little Jiang," Cheng Yuegu said suddenly, "Why are you in a daze?"

Cheng Jiang woke up immediately and looked at her.

"I didn't hear it." He explained in a low voice.

Cynthia suddenly burst into high-pitched tears.Cheng Jiang quickly lowered his head and touched her exposed face, feeling that she was cold.There was already a blanket wrapped around the swaddling baby, and Cheng Jiang thought it might be because her uncovered face was cold, but she didn't dare to cover it up, for fear of hindering her breathing.

He awkwardly turned her face towards his body as much as possible, shielding her from the wind as much as possible.

Cheng Yuegu had been standing by the side, frowning and watching his series of actions.She didn't comment on it, just continued what she said earlier, "I'm asking you, are you still gay?"

Cheng Jiang was caught off guard and confused by her question.

"It's still... suddenly, isn't it?" He asked in disbelief.

Cheng Yue shrugged.

"You're in Cold Bay, I don't care about you. Now you're outside..."

She hesitated.

"No, you—I—" Cheng Jiang couldn't understand, "Do I only like men in Lengwan?"

"I suggest you not to, but if you plan to go your own way, I don't care about you." She glanced at the baby in his hand, "What are your plans? Will you drag the baby with you from now on?"

Cheng Jiang nodded.

"Aren't you going to find someone to accompany you?"

Cheng Jiang shook his head.

He looked at her nervously, wondering what the next sentence would be.But this time my mother just took a deep look at him and suddenly sighed.

"That's fine." She seemed to be talking to herself, "It's fine to live alone."

Cheng Yuegu was pregnant at the age of 19, and married for the first time at the age of 38. Cheng Jiang didn't understand what she really thought.But this topic was quickly revealed, and after a while, Cheng Yue stopped.She seemed to weigh it for a moment before deciding to take him by bus.Even the bus outside Cold Bay looked a bit worn out, especially mismatched with her high heels, but it seemed a long walk.

"Come up," she said, "I happen to have two cards with me."

Like Cold Bay, there is no additional charge for infants.They found seats in the back row and sat down, so Cheng Yue pointed out to Cheng Jiang the stop they were going to.He sat at the window, looking out through the dirty glass.Suddenly he remembered that when he went to pick up Cynthia from the hospital, he was also sitting on the long-distance bus and looking out in the same direction.

The long-distance buses in the T area of ​​Cold Bay seem to look exactly the same no matter what the number is.

Inside the car are two rows of seats covered with a well-washed white and yellowed cover.There are often words on the cover cloth, there are... what is it?He recalled it for a long time, and finally remembered the sentence "Our completely equal rights and reality make us happy [Note]", and another sentence he had just seen before leaving Cold Bay, which was "with the mood of admiring roses with intertwined stems To treat girls kissing each other sweetly".

In Cold Bay, many things are not taboo.

Like a sign on a bus stop: Is anyone going to freak out at 19 and suddenly find out they like geese... or something?The reasoning is the same.There are many, many more special groups in Cold Bay, but people take these things very lightly.

Nothing to be fussed about, Cold Bay is full of weirdos.

including him.

Cheng Jiang sneaked a peek at her mother carefully, and found that she lowered her head, wondering what she was thinking.He turned to observe the people sitting around, and found a mother with a little girl in the front row.From his point of view, the seat next to his mother was empty, probably because the girl was motion sick, so she lay down and pillowed on her mother's lap.The girl kept mumbling.

"Mom! How long is it?" she asked.

"Probably soon," said the mother.

"Oh." said the little girl.Then she babbled and hummed in boredom:

"Once upon a time there was a little crow..."

She didn't seem to remember the lyrics very well. She sang the same nursery rhyme over and over several times, and several places were replaced by "la la la" in the middle.She sang for a while, then asked in a low voice:

"How long will it be?"

Her mother was probably getting a little impatient. "How many times have you asked this?"

"But the car has been gone for so long."

The little girl murmured and stopped speaking.

After a while, the mother said again:

"Don't play with gum wrappers there. The mint flavor will make you dizzier."

"But I'm bored."

"Play something else, be obedient."

"How long will it be?"

"It's early!" There was a hint of sullenness in the mother's voice.

The little girl vomited when she heard this.The air began to smell of vomit.

Cheng Yue raised his head, with a look of disgust in his eyes, but he didn't change his seat.The strange mother whimpered about her vomiting daughter, and tried to put her in another empty seat, as she began to scramble to clear the seat again.Cheng Jiang looked at Cheng Yuegu, searched in his pocket for a while, and found a pack of tissues.

He stood up and handed the paper to the woman.She said thanks.

"Sorry, sorry!" She frantically said, "My daughter has been suffering from motion sickness for a long time."

Cheng Jiang glanced at her side again, not knowing how to answer, and smiled at her.

He looked out, and finally saw the girl standing unsteadily on the small aisle between the seats.She wore two braids, she looked less than seven years old, and she looked a little aggrieved.

Her eyes are black.

Cynthia also suffered from motion sickness when she was a child, but then she had to take a long-distance bus to junior high school, so it gradually got better.When she got motion sickness, she never repeatedly asked him how long it would be until he arrived, but just huddled by the car window and leaned against his head, waiting to get out of the car before throwing up.

Although she looked nothing like his biological mother, Evelyn, she was often pale and sluggish in his impression.

Of course, that may just be because they are poor.

The strange mother and daughter seemed to be sitting all the way to the terminal.Cheng Jiang arrived at the station quickly by himself, but after getting off the bus, he didn't know his way, and still followed Cheng Yuegu.

"Isn't this the shopping mall that Jiqing was talking about!" Cheng Yuegu said briskly, "How far should I go?"

Cheng Jiang raised his head when he heard the sound, and saw that the two had already walked into a huge bright-colored building, and what Shen Jiqing had mentioned before was the big colored ball.When he heard the description before, he thought it was a string of small colored balls the size of leather balls, but after seeing them, he realized that they were big balls at least half a meter high.Colorful pleated paper balls hang from the fourth floor to the sky above the first floor, surrounded by equally huge colorful rings and gift box pendants, each mocking his lack of imagination to varying degrees.

Cheng Jiang stood still, and stood by the fence looking greedily for a long time before slowly following Cheng Yuegu to get off the elevator.

The last time he took an elevator was at the airport.

"So what did you buy?"

Like a gust of wind that didn't take root under his feet, Cheng Yue answered a phone call when he was leaving the mall, and left him behind with a few words.According to her itinerary, when Cheng Jiang went home by herself, she might have already arrived at the airport.

Cheng Jiang walked on the street for half an hour, and finally found the bus stop where he remembered the number, and took the bus home with many things.

He didn't buy anything special, so when Shen Jiqing asked casually when he went back, he opened the bag and put the things inside on the table for him to see.A carambola, new calendars, odds and ends, baby pacifiers, and a pushchair that doesn't fit on the table.

Cheng Jiang squatted down and took out two white cardboard boxes with colored conceptual drawings printed on them.

Shen Jiqing picked it up and looked at it briefly: "New mobile phone and computer?"

Cheng Jiang said: "She thinks I'm like a primitive person."

"You will adapt to the modern society." Shen Jiqing put down the box, and took a look at the small white strip in the middle: "The baby is made of solid wood without lacquer...you also bought a bed?"

In all fairness, Cheng Jiang sleeps stiffly, barely moves, and sleeps very lightly, so he has never considered the issue of the crib.But Cheng Yue said that there are often cases of adults falling asleep and crushing children, so he ordered one for him at his own expense, and it will be delivered to his door the next day.She also paid for the mobile phone and computer, because Cheng Jiang "has not yet had a stable job."

He responded, took a deep breath, took out the last thing from the stroller shelf that served as a trolley, and pushed it to the middle of the table.

"For you," he said, "thank you."

On the table was a small square box wrapped in brown paper, tied with a yellow ribbon, with rows of continuous Spanish characters printed obliquely on it.Shen Jiqing picked up the box, shook it symbolically, and asked with interest:

"Can it be dismantled?"

He pulled the ribbon and unwrapped the kraft paper, revealing a small square of the same color as the ribbon.Shen Jiqing lifted the cube up, squinted at the Chinese sticker on it, and read out slowly:

"Fun life... 30-day game guide?"

"I don't know what you like." Cheng Jiang said anxiously.

"It's okay, I like it very much." Shen Jiqing put down the box and winked at him, "Then shall we have dinner now?"

Cheng Jiang nodded.He is indeed a little hungry.

The author has something to say: Equality may be a right, but it has no power to make it a reality. - Balzac

Thanks for your patience and reading, bow~

☆、chapter15

Cheng Jiang put away the scattered sundries so that Shen Jiqing could remove another plastic bag on the corner of the table.

In the bag were two servings of rice in plastic shells, with sticky particles sticking softly under the transparent cover, and another plastic bowl containing tomato red soup with some black green leaves floating in it.Shen Jiqing opened the rice, scooped two or three spoonfuls of red soup, poured it on her rice, and stirred it with chopsticks.

Cheng Jiang sat up straight and straightened Cynthia on his lap. The two of them carefully looked at the remaining big bowl of soup with four eyes, not knowing what to eat.The baby has already been fed.

Cheng Jiang observed that Shen Jiqing put down his chopsticks, changed the spoon and began to eat, and he also took a tentative spoonful into his own bowl, and took a bite with the rice.The soup was sour and oddly sweet, and every grain of sticky rice shone in its reach.

When I took the second spoonful, there were snow-white pieces floating in it, which broke when I picked it up with chopsticks.

"What is this?" As before, he thought about each word first, and double-checked that the grammar was correct.Then he imagined himself asking the sentence, and he started asking.

"Guess it." Shen Jiqing raised an eyebrow at him with a smile.

Cheng Jiang poked the white pieces with chopsticks again, guessing it was broken tofu, but Shen Jiqing said it was a kind of meat.

"But I don't think it tastes at all."

"How could it be tasteless?"

Since he said that, the white crumb must have a taste.Cheng Jiang once again struggled to identify for a moment, and asked:

"Is it a fish?"

"It's a fish."

"What kind of fish?"

"I don't know that."

The conversation was interrupted, and Cheng Jiang felt like sitting on pins and needles, so he had to start eating again.

The vegetable was soaked so soft that it would crumble when he twisted it with his tongue, but he tasted it to be celery.Celery is in the refrigerator, only a few, but the only vegetable.The "Beginner's Mommy Guide" on the website said that a child as old as Cynthia could already drink some vegetable juice, so when Shen Jiqing was not at home during the day, he washed the celery and cut it into small pieces.He remembered that Cheng Yuegu stood by and watched the first time he did this. He poured them into the milk pot with great care, boiled them thoroughly, and then drained the vegetable juice into the milk bottle.

"Try it too." Cheng Yuegu said, so he poured the remaining juice into his cup and took a sip.

He had never drank anything so nasty.

"How about it?"

Cheng Jiang didn't know what answer she wanted, so he answered vaguely.

He confirmed that the celery was indeed fresh before he attributed the unbearable taste to his own rejection of celery and the lack of seasoning.Then he tentatively walked to the edge of the sofa, put the bottle into Cynthia's mouth, and put a towel beside her to prevent Shen Jiqing's sofa from getting dirty.

Cheng Yue lost interest and left the living room.

Fortunately, Cynthia never refuses anyone who comes.She sat obediently like a doll, smiling sweetly.

"Gululu," she said, and Cheng Jiang knelt down to imitate her, imitating her pronunciation.She made more noises out of curiosity, and he followed suit.Then she stopped talking, just laughed.

Cheng Jiang stroked her hair, hugged her to a thick blanket on the floor, placed toys around her, turned on the phone again, played nursery rhymes for her, and went back to the kitchen to clean up.He gathered up the rest of the celery, carefully flattened one end, and slowly tore the filaments with his fingers.

This is a very important process, Cheng Jiang thought.

He returned to reality and looked at the desktop.

Whoever made this fish and celery soup certainly didn't remove the tendons from the celery.

Cheng Jiang thought hard for a long time, and now suddenly an inspiration came.

Using celery as an entry point, he launched a difficult battle of words, expressing his willingness to be responsible for the morning and evening meals in the house during the stay.A few words about this paragraph began to circle in his mind since the first night he arrived at Shen Jiqing's house: this time was different from when he was in Cold Bay, he would never allow Shen Jiqing to become the next Maria Carney.It's easy to think about it, but what can he give in exchange - he has already removed the word "equivalent" in embarrassment for the time being - what did Shen Jiqing give them for free?

He doesn't have the skills to show it, and as Cheng Yuegu said, the development of technology and life in Cold Bay is at least half a century behind China.

Arguing with others requires a flexible brain and courage.

It is not easier to win the ownership of the kitchen from Shen Jiqing than to win the exit quota of Lengwan.Every time Cheng Jiang finished speaking, he prayed that he could catch Shen Jiqing's reply, but in the end, he could only repeat dryly:

"I'm hoping to play a little role in this house, and I've got a lot of... time right now."

Shen Jiqing was still eating symbolically.The reason why it is symbolic is because he seems to have eaten for a long time, but even half of the rice has not gone down.He still had a friendly smile on his face, looked at Cheng Jiang for a long time, and then said slowly:

"Since this is the case, then I need to trouble you. Look at this, each of us puts an equal amount of money in the empty bag behind the entrance door every month, and you can use it yourself. I am not very particular about it." Food, anything - I eat to live."

When he said this, he suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud.Tilting his head back slightly, he laughed out loud as if a switch had been flipped.Shen Jiqing's laughter has always been difficult for Cheng Jiang to understand, the sound seems to be bouncing randomly in the air, like water splashing.The circle lights on the ceiling flickered like echoing ripples.

Cynthia on Cheng Jiang's lap didn't understand anything and just laughed along with him.

After they finished laughing, Cheng Jiang said cautiously:

"I think there's still a certain amount of fun in enjoying food."

"Yes, that's the mainstream view of yours." Shen Jiqing turned the spoon and pushed away most of the remaining bowl.The expression on his face returned to normal in an instant, and then his words changed:

"That's right! Work."

Cheng Jiang just thought that this conversation was completely over, and now he was eating the last bite of rice.Hearing what he said, he could only raise his head again, put his hands crossed in front of his moving mouth, swallowed everything first, and then put his hands down and said:

"what?"

"The magazine I asked for you has received news. They may need another translator for the Chinese-English translation section, and they can usually work at home. The wages are very low, and they are temporary workers, so there is no need to go through the formal process, as long as he gives the translation first. They can just translate something to show their level.”

"Is it that simple?"

"The salary is not high." Shen Jiqing reminded him, "But if you do a good job, there is no chance of becoming a regular."

"Thank you." Cheng Jiang said, his fingers that had been put back under the table twisted into a ball.

"I think you should have a great chance this time." Shen Jiqing said.

"Thank you." Cheng Jiang repeated.

He slowly let go of his fingers.

Cheng Yue left, but Cheng Jiang and Cynthia just stayed on the second floor and never moved back.Their Chinese ID cards were quickly processed, and two days later, he received a message from the magazine.

translate?

Before doing it, Cheng Jiang didn't think about translating at all, because he had never had such experience before.The third university in Lengwan seems to have this major, but that has nothing to do with him.

Cheng Yue said that he is not suitable for going to college, because then he will have to live in the school and have a good relationship with other people, and he has always had some problems in this regard.Most people in Cold Bay also do not choose to go to college.On the contrary, Cheng Jiang remembered that there were at most three universities in Lengwan, and each class had less than a thousand students.There is no junior college in Cold Bay - all students should know roughly what they will do in the future when they are fourteen or fifteen years old, and learn related content in the last four years of high school.

Courses often include a mix of technical subjects such as mechanical repair and cooking, as well as theoretical subjects such as English and mathematics.

At that time, Cheng Jiang didn't know what he wanted to do in the future. He just compared his performance in various subjects and chose English with the best grades.After that, he spent the next four years in various literature and writing classes, only reviewing the Chinese that Cheng Yuegu taught him at home.But the translation requires two languages—fortunately, it is Chinese to English.

He thought that it would be fine if he could understand the meaning of Chinese first.

Cheng Jiang stumbled and communicated with the head of a magazine, downloaded an instant messaging software called Telegram, and randomly left a bunch of contact information of people he couldn't tell.He exchanged mailboxes with the person in charge, and soon got his first work materials.It is a short Chinese novel called "Tattoo".

As soon as he finished reading, his phone vibrated like a bee. He looked down and saw that an unfamiliar software user was trying to add him as a friend.

Cheng Jiang had hardly used such advanced electronic products before.He found that the headline on his Telegram communication directory read "Your Friends", but he didn't know any people in it. He thought it might be a kind of friendly culture.

After accepting the friend request from unknown sources, a new interface pops up on the screen, and then they start talking on the text-like interface.

Start with the simplest "Hello".

Cheng Jiang: Hello.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: Hello!

I heard they want you to translate my novel!

Cheng Jiang: Yes.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: Have you watched it?

Cheng Jiang: I have seen it.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: What do you think ()

Cheng Jiang: Very good.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: Have you started working yet?

Cheng Jiang: Not yet.

Ready to start right away.

Mengmeng_(:з」∠)_: Okay, okay!When you translate, you don’t need to correspond word for word, just let it be free in some places.Be sure to give me a commemoration after sending it out, I am looking forward to it!Thanks! ! !

＼(^▽^)／

Cheng Jiang: OK.

He didn't quite understand what the other party was coming to say, so he could only deal with it politely.He finished typing the last sentence and waited for 1 minute.Seeing that there was no other message from the other side, he turned off his phone and opened the novel document interface again.

The first sentence of the novel is:

[They start laughing again. 】

Cheng Jiang read the article twice and began to type slowly.

The author has something to say: because I hope to enter the third volume as soon as possible, there will be a second update in the next few days.

Thanks for your patience and reading, bow~

☆、chapter16

[As usual, they started laughing again.

She knew that she would never be able to stop them, so she laughed with everyone foolishly.

End of full text

Lin Suimeng, July 7]

In the final analysis, Cheng Jiang thinks that "Tattoo" is a story full of mist, sadness, and magic.

The story is very simple. A female classmate Xiao Miao transferred to a new environment, but was bullied everywhere (this kind of thing is against the law in Lengwan, so at least it never happened in Cheng Jiang’s memory).In a coincidence, she got the same bird tattoo as her classmate Huihui, but when she left the tattoo shop, she found that she had turned into Huihui strangely.The two pretended not to know each other during the day, and only communicated through Huihui's diary at night.When living from Huihui's perspective, Xiao Miao realized that she had never missed anything, but she finally ushered in graduation in a daze.She finally becomes herself after her graduation speech, only to find that Huihui has disappeared, as if she never existed.

He read it several times in bewilderment before he finally figured out the author's intention.

Cheng Jiang now knows that "Mengmeng_(:з"∠)_"'s real name is Lin Suimeng. During the translation period, he and her had several exchanges initiated by Lin Suimeng.

Lin Suimeng claims to be a freelancer who "just finished reading and wants to be free and easy for a few years".She works as an art editor in this magazine, but the purpose is not to make money, just for fun.She has no interest in writing novels, so her writing style is immature, and many ideas are expressed in very general terms.

It was also from her that Cheng Jiang realized that this translation might not be officially used at all, because Lin Suimeng's own manuscript had not passed the review.

"I wrote this when I was seventeen or eighteen years old. I have been deleting, deleting, modifying, and modifying it so damn