Summer scorching

Yan Xiaoping sent a text message to Jiang Shan on the [-]th of the year, and it was also a simple four-word "Happy New Year".To tell you the truth, the text messages are sent in groups, except for A Bei, every mobile phone number in the address book has been sent such a text message.Naturally speaking, Yan Xiaoping also received many blessings one after another.It also included the colleagues in the bar. A group of people seemed to have made an appointment, and they all replied: I wish Yan Xiaoping and Xia Bei a happy marriage for a hundred years and have a baby soon.

Jiang Shan didn't reply at that time, he probably didn't know that this phone number belonged to Yan Xiaoping, or he had forgotten Yan Xiaoping long ago.

Even if you reply now, it's probably just a exchange of pleasantries between you and me.

When Yan Xiaoping came back from Dr. Xiao's house, she secretly broke off two red plums from nowhere, kept them in clay pots, and placed them near the window.

This is not enough.

Even though there were no visitors, Yan Xiaoping posted the red couplets early, and cleaned the house early, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, as it should be during Chinese New Year.

Even though she knew that Ah Bei didn't have the slightest appetite, Yan Xiaoping fried the Ai Qing mochi that Doctor Xiao gave her.Think about it, mochi is also a rice cake, just in time.But think about it again, Abei is from the Northeast, so Chinese New Year should be eating dumplings.Then I secretly wrote down in my heart: "Well, I will buy a pack of quick-frozen dumplings later!" Yan Xiaoping's intentions were not limited to this, she also made porridge in addition to mochi, served with some salted duck eggs and pickled mustard, all chopped into pieces broken.

Even Miaomiao was favored by Yan Xiaoping.Yan Xiaoping cut out a small eye on a fifty-cent coin, tied it around Miaomiao's neck with a red string, and with her hips akimbo, said with a pompous air, "Well, this is your lucky money."

The other fifty cents was also tied around A Bei's neck, and he had one himself: "Well, you are fifty cents, I am fifty cents, so we can get together."

When Yan Xiaoping circled A Bei's neck and tied the coin necklace on her, A Bei also wanted to put his arms around Yan Xiaoping, but also wanted to turn over suddenly and press her firmly under him.I thought so, but in fact, Ah Bei could only lie on the bed like a dead fish, while Yan Xiaoping was busy serving her.

Before that, the "Spring Festival" was hideous in A Bei's mind.It is often said that people hate what they lack the most.For those wanderers living away from home, it is more or less a kind of spiritual sustenance to miss their relatives every festive season.For Abei, the Spring Festival has become the most tormenting day, boring, boring, unable to sleep, and even going out for a long time to get a taxi.

There is no endless stream of visitors, no deafening firecrackers, no table full of chicken, duck and fish, and no bratty children jumping up and down begging for red envelopes.But because of Yan Xiaoping, this "year" is also extraordinarily interesting-the taste of the year.

The New Year for the two of them started with A Bei's bad cold and Yan Xiaoping's review.

The head still hurts, but the frequency of coughing is less, but when coughing, I can vaguely feel the pain caused by the brain hitting the skull.A Bei opened his eyes slightly, and quietly looked at Yan Xiaoping who was not far away.She was lying on the coffee table, reviewing her homework, preparing for the next make-up exam.He leaned over, with his legs curled up on the carpet, his chin propped up with one hand, and he was scribbling on a book with the other.The mouth opened and closed, probably silently reading the rules and regulations in the book, but with a sad face, he suddenly lowered his head, and the hand holding the pen kept poking at the book. "Alas..." She sighed deeply, as if she was coquettish with the book, she dropped her pen and played with Meow Meow's beard.

Miao Miao trembled, her neck retracted nimbly, she meowed again, and jumped off the coffee table squinting.

"Alas..." Yan Xiaoping sighed again, lamenting that even Miaomiao despised her.

"Come here," Abei on the bed watched seriously, and whispered.When Yan Xiaoping came to him and bent down on the bed, Ah Bei slowly stretched out his hand again and pressed it on top of Yan Xiaoping's head: "Do you feel it? I will give you strength."

"Well, I can feel it, full of strength." Yan Xiaoping cooperated tacitly.Or maybe there is a real force, or maybe it's just a psychological factor, and there will be no such impatience in the subsequent review.

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, the bar opens to welcome guests.At the same time, this is also the first Valentine's Day for Abei and Yan Xiaoping.Most of the guests in the bar are in pairs, and there are also two or three little flower girls who shuttle back and forth among the crowd.The girls were coaxed out by Akiko, and sneaked in again without paying attention.A man bought roses and gave them to the stage. Yan Xiaoping sang calmly, glanced at Abei, and nodded with a smile.

From the [-]th to the [-]th of the first lunar month are make-up exams arranged by the school, and Yan Xiaoping has to take three exams.For this reason, I also specially adjusted the class, went to work early, left work early, and rushed to school early in the morning to take the exam.Every time when Yan Xiaoping wakes up, Ah Bei usually has just fallen asleep for two or three hours, but he opens his eyes in a daze, and presses his palm on the top of Yan Xiaoping's head: "Come on, I will give you strength!"

During the Lantern Festival, the two of them happened to be bumped into by Dr. Xiao when they passed by the small clinic. Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Xiao also came out and invited them into the house.Mrs. Xiao is kneading dough and preparing to make glutinous rice balls.Curious, Yan Xiaoping also pulled A Bei to join in the process of kneading glutinous rice balls, and secretly dabbed some glutinous rice flour on A Bei's cheeks by surprise.A Bei woke up, strangled Yan Xiaoping's neck with one hand, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice flour with the other, and forcibly drew a few cat's whiskers around Yan Xiaoping's mouth.The old couple on the side giggled happily.In this way, it feels like a very happy family.

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the team leader who had worked part-time before called and told Yan Xiaoping that there would be a car show in the next two days, and that there was a shortage of manpower just after the new year, and asked Yan Xiaoping if he had time.Yan Xiaoping hesitated for a moment, then calculated the start time of school, the time for singing, the time for the auto show, and the possible remuneration.After such calculations, he hesitated to agree.

A Bei didn't object. After all, this was Yan Xiaoping's own business.

The place of work is at the convention and exhibition center in the south, and the content of work is nothing more than welcome and send.Introduce products, answer questions, serve tea and water, and assist the team leader to attract customers who are interested in buying as much as possible.The auto show lasts for two days, from 9:4 am to 4:5 pm.In fact, after 7 o'clock, Yan Xiaoping had to cooperate with counting belongings and cleaning.By now, it was already 2 o'clock.Buy two dry breads, buy a bottle of mineral water and get on the bus, back two buses during the rush hour, and arrive at the bar two hours later, just when the bar starts to open.From 1 o'clock in the evening to 3 o'clock in the morning, I have to sing songs for an hour in the middle, lie back in bed at 7 o'clock, then get up at [-] o'clock, buy two buns and rush to the bus station, and put on makeup on the bus , eat breakfast, catch up on sleep.

"Sure enough, people can't be too greedy, you can't have it both ways!" Yan Xiaoping sighed, shaking her head.

Listening to Yan Xiaoping's itinerary for the past two days, it is so dense that even a single embroidery needle can't get in.Jiang Shan shook his head, turned the steering wheel, and said with a smile, "I was wrong."

"I'm not complaining to you, just complaining casually." Yan Xiaoping froze for a moment, then waved his hands again and again: "Oh, oh, that's not what I meant."

"I understand." Jiang Shan turned his head, glanced at Yan Xiaoping, and turned his head away with a smile.

On the first day of the auto show, Yan Xiaoping saw Jiangshan.He passed by with a few foreigners, and talked to the project manager in charge of the auto show.Yan Xiaoping, who was outside the crowd, noticed Jiang Shan and smiled, but Jiang Shan didn't seem to notice Yan Xiaoping's existence, so he didn't even glance at it.

According to the team leader, those foreigners are all executives of the car brand in China, and they usually stay in Hong Kong, and Jiang is always in charge of this area.

The second meeting was after the auto show.Yan Xiaoping bought a pack of biscuits from the convenience store in the convention center, and was trotting all the way to catch the bus.There happened to be an off-road vehicle driving out of the underground parking lot, and it missed, which frightened Yan Xiaoping so much that he fell to the ground.It was none other than Jiangshan who drove the car.

Jiang Shan helped Yan Xiaoping, asked her where she was hurt, why she was in such a hurry, and where she was going in such a hurry?After listening to Yan Xiaoping's answers one by one, he finally said, "By the way, I'll take you there."

For the first 5 minutes, Yan Xiaoping was somewhat reserved.On the contrary, Jiang Shan was more relaxed. He asked Yan Xiaoping about his work, whether he was still working in the bar, and whether he was tired these two days.As we talked, we talked about the scene at the beginning.Yan Xiaoping was full of complaints, and emphasized that she was only complaining about herself, because she was too greedy, and because she didn't arrange her time well.

"Who said that greed is wrong? It is said that those who are satisfied are always happy. The easier it is for a person to be satisfied, the more people will be mediocre. If you are not satisfied, you can always be happy. Set better and higher goals for yourself, and go step by step. Realization, realizing one's own growth in the process of achieving one's goals, this is also a kind of 'constant happiness'."

"It seems quite reasonable." Yan Xiaoping thought for a while, and then said: "Because there is a goal, there is motivation; because there is a dream, there is happiness."

"It's so smart." Jiang Shan said, then glanced at Yan Xiaoping again: "And you, what is your dream?"

A figure flashed in Yan Xiaoping's mind, it was Abei.But think about it, she must never say in front of an outsider: I dream of living with another woman forever.Thinking this way, he said, "Make money and support yourself."

Jiang Shan chuckled: "Aren't you afraid of being tired?"

"These two days are quite tiring, and the bones are about to fall apart. However, if you can earn two or three thousand in two or three days, what does it matter if you are tired for two or three days? It's over."

"If you say that, I can't bear it."

"Haha, are you feeling distressed?"

"Well, I really feel distressed." Jiang Shan thought for a while: "Well, I can't help you much. I have a friend who is a translator. He recently wanted to translate a fantasy novel in the United States. Maybe you also know that many All great writers have their own guns, and so do translators. You are a student of the Outer Academy, so this shouldn’t be a problem for you, and you can control your time freely.”

"You mean, I'll be his shooter?"

"kindness."

"However, I have no experience in literary translation. Moreover, the sentences I translated may not be able to fully express the author's original meaning."

"It doesn't matter, you just need to translate word by word according to the literal meaning. My friend just has a lot of things at hand and can't spare time. After you have translated the general meaning, he will then translate it according to the general meaning." His comprehension readjusts the Chinese character sentence."

"Raincats and dogs?"

"Yeah, there are cats and dogs in the sky." Jiang Shan said jokingly, and then glanced at Yan Xiaoping: "However, it is up to my friend to decide whether I can use you. I just introduced you to him. As for the specific reward, It’s up to him to decide, but it’s estimated to be no less than ten thousand.”

"Ten thousand, my year's tuition and living expenses have been settled. By the way, I have to thank you very much whether it is successful or not."

"How can I thank you?"

"you say!"

"En..." Jiang Shan pretended to be mysterious, "How about the meat compensation?"

"what?"

Seeing Yan Xiaoping was stunned for a while, Jiang Shan grinned again: "I want, as compensation, the pickled pork with preserved vegetables in our school's No. 3 canteen, is this okay?"

"Mr. Jiang, you are so naughty, do your employees know?"

Jiang Shan was still giggling, laughed for a while, cleared his throat again, and said solemnly: "No, I have to kill people to silence my mouth."

With a bright smile, a text message rang on the phone: "I asked for leave for you. You don't have to go to work. Rest first." A straightforward sentence without any emotion.But it was such a sentence that directly revealed Abei's heart: Yan Xiaoping's fatigue was seen in her eyes and hurt in her heart.

My heart is warm, and this warmth also ripples from the bottom of my heart and emerges on my cheeks.

"Boy friend?"

Yan Xiaoping shook his head, but did not speak.

"By the way, are you singing in a bar now?"

"Yes."

"I have a chance to hear you sing."

"Okay!" Yan Xiaoping responded, and hurriedly said: "I'm not going to the bar, you can put me down here." After speaking, she dialed Jiangshan's number with her mobile phone, waited for the ringtone to ring, and hung up: "This is my number. Regarding the translation, I want to give it a try. If you have any news, please call me."

Jiang Shan nodded, then turned his phone over to Yan Xiaoping: "I have your number."

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