After starting to entangle

Chapter 20 Not Serious?

"Hey, it's so hot!"

"What's wrong? Is it hot?"

Just as Song Ci cautiously came in from the door holding his mobile phone, he was still thinking about Lu Sirui's proposal when he heard Tang Shi's voice from the kitchen, so he quickly ran to his side without thinking.

I saw Tang Shi holding a spoon in her right hand and blowing on the tip of her hot red tongue, and said embarrassingly, "Hey, I'm not careful. It's okay, senior brother!"

"Let me see!" Song Ci said as he moved closer to cup his little face with both hands.

Perhaps the distance was too close, Tang Shi hurriedly avoided Song Ci's eyes.

"It's okay, it's just that the first touch was a little hot." Tang Shi lowered her head and whispered to hide from him.

Tang Shi's eyes are usually as clean as if soaked in water. He doesn't need to be coquettish, just looking at people like this makes people feel like a pool of spring water.

What~

"Is it better this time?"

It is true that Song Ci is a gentleman.But he didn't seem to be very reserved in front of the little Tang poetry he had recovered.After Song Ci's caring words fell, a cool kiss also fell.

Tang Shi tightened her shoulders in a panic, her little face flushed, "Hmm."

This light kiss was enough to make Tang Shi's face red and red, her little heart pounding.In the end, who knows, Song Ci seemed to be staring at the delicious meal tonight, with a pair of deep Ruifeng eyes embedded in Tang Shi's eyes, staring at him and said,

"It seems that it can be better."

As soon as the gentle words fell, Song Ci kissed his lips.

"Brother, fire,"

Song Ci's strong arms bent over and hugged Tang Shi in his arms.Tang Shi hugged him, curled up in his arms, and pointed to the open hot soup.

Song Ci cut off the power without saying a word, turned around and hugged him, and fell on the bed kissing him all the way.

"Master..."

Tang Shi hugged his neck and called his name.

"Tang poetry..." He rubbed his soft lips with his thumb and called him softly.

"Brother, I like you..."

Tang Shi's bloody liking is probably not a pity that Song Ci will be killed now.

"Tang Shi, I love you."

At this moment, the night is falling, and a thick cloud is breaking away from the cloud layer little by little, running towards the bright moon step by step...

……

……

The first ray of morning light fell gently on the faces of the two of them the next morning.

It was Song Ci who opened his eyes first.

I saw Tang Shi holding Song Ci in her right hand, her delicate face pressed against Song Ci's snow-white and strong arm, sleeping soundly, looking very attached.

Looking at Tang Poetry, Song Ci couldn't help evoking a satisfied smile.

Tang Shi's face has a youthful look, and the fresh feeling is as immature as mushrooms, and the skin on her body is also very smooth.

Only a pair of slender hands had protruding bony knots between their knuckles.Even the white palm has a rough and gritty touch.

It was a callus that was yellow and scabbed.

Song Ci didn't ask him how he did it.Because he can always guess very close to ten.

A child who went to work in the fields when he was a teenager, and a teenager who studied and worked day and night to earn money.

Although he is not very old, his body is full of traces of life.

Song Ci's rich life made it impossible for him to imagine what kind of life he had lived.

He has never met.

He didn't ask, but he felt distressed.

"waist…..."

Sour, sour, sour, sour! ! ! ! !

Tang Shi's first feeling when she was awake was that her waist was so sore!

"Wake up!"

Seeing that Tang Shi was awake, Song Ci leaned up and kissed Tang Shi's forehead lightly.

"You, how do you feel...how is your body?"

Song Ci really asked this question because of concern.

But Tang Shi's face was flushed red by his concern.

"Senior Brother, you have the nerve to ask!"

"thanks to you."

"All right!"

After Tang Shi finished speaking, she casually touched the quilt around her waist.

"I haven't seen enough!" Song Ci looked at Tang Shi's shy look and deliberately pulled his quilt to tease him.

Tang Shi was serious, buried her face and head under the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, you don't have a little bit of shame!"

"I'm your serious boyfriend, why should you be ashamed?" Song Ci said, lying directly next to his ear.

"Besides, there are thousands of clouds and rain, there are thousands of kinds, so we should cherish each other."

"Stop talking, stop talking..."

Tang Shi was completely ashamed......

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore! Get up and wash up! Send you to school!" Song Ci said, patted his buttocks under the quilt.

Then Song Ci picked up the clothes that fell on the ground and said,

"I asked Lu Sirui to help me contact Smith. He is an old-timer in literary translation. If you have time, you can go to his office to work as a helper. Take this opportunity, and you also go out to practice."

"No brother. I can't."

"Can't you shout?" Song Ci looked at him solemnly.

When it came to formal study and work, Tang Shi could only respond aggrievedly, "Okay, I can..."

"I have prepared a gift for you. He likes Chinese porcelain very much. Take it carefully and give it to him when the time comes. He can bring you more. I am also relieved." Song Ci said that his vigorous figure was already worn Ready clothes.

"Brother, you, you are so caring..." Tang Shi sat on the bed, half hugging the quilt.

Song Ci wore a bow tie but just looked at him dotingly, and replied confidently, "When did I not care about your business?"

"Hey, thank you brother..."

Tang Shi tilted his head to thank him.

The sun was shining brightly, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

From the initial impatience to the present sweetness, Song Ci has become used to taking Tang Shi to and from school every day.

This morning, he turned and left when he saw Tang Shi entering the teaching building.

It seems that this is no longer a trouble, but a simple happiness.

"Song Ci, it looks like the result of the battle last night was good! The corners of the eyes and the brows are full of spring! Isn't it a good move, buddy?"

As soon as Song Ci entered the classroom, Lu Sirui jumped from his seat and ran to his side.Lu Sirui tilted his head, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was very confident and triumphant.

"It's useless!" Song Ci took off the backpack and replied simply.

"It's useless? Then why do you look so radiant!" Lu Sirui was a little disappointed.Trot all the way to Song Ci's seat.

"Express yourself!" Song Ci said, dropping the schoolbag and putting it on the chair.

He is obviously very proud of his smooth operation.

"I'm going! Self-play?"

"Not bad! As expected of you, Song Ci!"

"Is it cool?"

As Lu Sirui spoke, his mouth became O-shaped, and his big eyeballs almost fell into his mouth.

"You!" Song Ci was speechless with anger.

In this respect, he was no match for Lu Sirui after all.

Seeing that Song Ci was serious, Lu Sirui didn't dare to do it again.Instead, he obediently sat behind Song Ci and giggled foolishly.

"What are you two talking about?"

Zuo Ran has been sitting beside her, pretending to read a book, but she can't calm down in her heart.

"No, it's nothing!" Song Ci remembered Tang Shi's confession not to tell others, so he simply skipped the topic.

Zuo Ran has never been the type to ask questions.So she lowered her head, did not speak, and continued to read.

But she's actually not feeling well...

Not because there was a secret between the three of them.

It was her intuition that told her that this matter had something to do with Tang poetry.

She likes Song Ci.

"Where are my children?"

"Hello, Senior Song Ci!"

After school in the afternoon, Song Ci waited for Tang Shi at the school gate for a long time, but he still didn't wait for him to come out.In the end, he had no choice but to come to the Tang poetry class, and happened to meet Lu Sirui who was about to go home.

"Senior Song Ci, Tang poetry is in the simultaneous interpretation classroom!"

"Is there still class?" Song Ci asked strangely with one hand in his trouser pocket.

Lu Sirui responded with a smile, "The teacher called a few students to go alone."

"Oh, I see, thank you." Song Ci smiled back politely, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Senior, are you going to the simultaneous interpreting room? Do you want me to take you there?" Lu Sirui tugged at the backpack strap, and asked Song Ci as if she couldn't hide her expectation.

But Song Ci smiled lightly and said, "No need. I have lectured to you before, and I know where the simultaneous interpretation room in your school is." Song Ci left behind his slender white hand and waved to Lu Sirui, Turn to go to the second floor.

Looking at Song Ci Zhilan Yushu's back, Lu Sirui couldn't help but sigh in her heart, how could there be such an outstanding and handsome person......

"Are you all wearing shoe covers? It is the responsibility of each of us to keep the translation room clean and tidy! Put on the shoe covers and sit according to your student number!"

After Mr. Downton finished speaking, he walked straight to the host's position first.

This is a clean and tidy classroom. When entering the room, the first thing that catches the eye is a long high-level conference table like a national conference. In the center of the table are small national flags of various countries.Although it is frivolous to describe the national flag with colorful colors, when these national symbols enter the eyes of the students, there is a visual impact like a cluster of flowers, and the most important thing is the emotional impact in the heart.

It has always been Tang Shi's dream to get in touch with simultaneous interpretation and become an excellent simultaneous interpreter.

Tang Shi hugged the book, and the joy in her heart was no less than the excitement when she met Song Ci for the first time.

I saw him sitting down carefully, as if he was holding some precious treasure.

In front of each person's seat is an independent panel that can be connected to the lecturer's host. During class, students mainly use this small machine for translation exercises and interaction with the lecturer.

Mr. Downton was talking about the rules, but everyone's attention was focused on the small windows in the last row of the classroom.As a student majoring in translation, they are all too familiar with this.

Simultaneous interpretation booth - rumored, box.

Sitting in his seat, Tang Shi felt all this, and at this moment he really wanted to send these to Song Ci.Although he knew that these were nothing to Song Ci.

But he still wants to share it with him and tell him how happy he is now.

"Master!"

This little extra lesson lasted about an hour.After class, Tang Shi walked out with his head down. He was immersed in what the teacher said in class just now, but when he looked up, he saw Song Ci leaning against the window.

"Brother, have you been waiting for me?"

"Of course! No accidents, I will pick you up every day!"

Song Ci said, straightened up, turned around and stood beside Tang Shi.

"I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time!" Tang Shi pursed her lips and looked up at Song Ci in embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, Song Ci didn't show any anger at all. Instead, he brushed his hair with a big hand, and said with a smile, "I see you are serious in class! You are doing well, keep it up!"

"Hey, thank you senior brother! I will continue to work hard!" Tang Shi said and followed quickly.

"Brother, you don't know, today I..."

The two walked side by side, and Tang Shi happily told Song Ci what he had seen and heard that day.

In the corner of the campus, clusters of glazed arabesques are entangled with bits and pieces.

"Drink of water."

After dinner, Tang Shi packed up the dishes, picked up her schoolbag and went to the study to do her homework.

In Mi city, the days are long and the nights are short. The sky outside the window is blue like enamel. Looking up from the horizon, there are obvious differences in changes.But every kind of blue is very intimately integrated, transitioning from light and elegant to deep, and finally indulged in mystery.

At this moment, Tang Shi was writing something at his desk, and the tip of his pen was jumping very fast, as if his thoughts were springing up.

"Thank you brother, I'll drink it right away!"

Tang Shi lowered his head and continued to write seriously.

"What are you writing? So much energy!"

Song Ci had just returned from the balcony, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, while another big hand came back from the back of his neck and squeezed his chin.

"You saved your homework yesterday."

"I didn't have any thoughts at first, but just now I read the book you gave me the day before yesterday, and realized that the answer is in it."

As Tang Shi spoke, she turned up a page of notes and shook her head, obviously very proud.

Then, as if he remembered something, he turned over a page of his notes and said, "Senior brother, you came just in time."

"Senior brother, please help me to read this passage. How I read this passage is so awkward. Is there something wrong with my understanding? Can I translate it? But I am worried that I will get the original meaning wrong when I translate it."

"Let me see!" Song Ci put down the coffee in his hand after hearing this, and said the same thing seriously.

"Actually, it is an unattainable ideal to obtain formal correspondence on any grammatical plane, so that it is within the framework of cross-referencing language culture, text structure and style, and has semantic equivalence. If you insist on doing it, it will inevitably lead to a mechanistic theory. As far as Chinese and English are concerned, it is even more difficult to obtain this "equivalence". Therefore, if you pursue this complete equivalence, it will naturally read awkward!"

Song Ci saw Tang Shi looking at his little head, half understanding.So he continued,

"National psychology and consciousness tendencies can not only lead to different thinking characteristics, ways of thinking and thinking styles, but also produce aesthetic consciousness systems with different characteristics and functions. Therefore, different national psychology cannot be equivalent to the information carried by language. "

"for example!"

Song Ci said as he rubbed over to the side of Tang Shi's chair, and sat beside him.

"The grammatical function of Chinese does not have the means of inflectional morphological expression. The implication of Chinese grammar is one of the most basic linguistic facts. For example, Chinese nouns have no morphological marks of case, and verbs have no morphological marks of tense, voice and mood. , etc. Therefore, there is no morphological connection between the components of Chinese sentences, and the relationship between them is basically implicit and imaginary; because of this, Chinese grammatical relationship and part-of-speech division basically depend on semantics Function. On this point, the grammatical structure of Chinese is internal and substantial. The grammatical form of Chinese, which emphasizes meaning but not form, and combines the virtual and the real, is completely different from the inflectional language that emphasizes form and form. Therefore, Chinese translation must Rework."

Song Ci is written in one go, like a walking textbook, narrating with Tang poetry freely.

After hearing this, Tang Shi's eyes flashed a light, and she said excitedly, "Brother, you are right! I have been struggling with what is wrong, and it is indeed the feeling you said!"

"You don't even look at what my brother relies on for a living!"

Song Ci actually joked with him while speaking.

"Hehe~"

"Rely on face!"

Tang Shi smiled brightly, her eyes filled with admiration.

Song Ci couldn't help wiping his lips and giggling when he heard that, the child he raised was very good at digging into his heart.

Seeing that Tang poetry was listening seriously, Song Ci added some content, reminding him,

"In translation, we generally refer to the correspondence of the literal meaning as the form correspondence, and the so-called form at this time has actually gone deep into the meaning structure layer. Obviously, this is a form correspondence in a broad sense. If we do not adhere to the functional purpose of the form correspondence , it will stop at the "equal face value of the surface meaning of the text". For example, the form of "seeking flowers and willows" corresponds to "look for flowers and willows". The form of this meaning is equivalent on the surface, but it ignores the image metaphor that is , Functional meaning. Only by implementing the concept of function can we break through the barrier of form and grasp the real conceptual meaning of "Looking for Flowers and Asking Willows" - "womanizing".

"Senior Brother, you are amazing! You can use this example to make it clearer to me. Thank you, Senior Brother!" After Tang Shi finished speaking and grabbed Song Ci's hand, his eyes almost radiated caution.

"Actually, I think this word is very suitable for me now." Song Ci stared into Tang Shi's eyes, looking at him with evil intentions.

Tang Shi crossed his mouth, "What do you want to do? You've just been together for a few days and you've lost your mind, don't you? You still want to go out to find flowers and ask willows?"

Unexpectedly, Song Ci hooked with one hand, and his cool lips fell on Tang Shi's warm lips.also smiled and said,

"Isn't the one in front of me a flower?"

Tang Shi dodged silently with foggy eyes, and murmured,

"I seem to be doing the most decent thing and loving the most dishonest person!"

"Me! Tang Shi, you are really getting bolder and bolder!"

"Who is not serious? Who do you say is not serious!"

"You...you!" Tang Shi said and was about to run.

In the end, who knew that Song Ci's powerful long legs pinched Tang Shi's legs with a hook.Then he took him back with one hand, and said, "Okay, then I'll let you see how dishonest I am!"