Moonlight Variations

Three hours later, both authors handed in their works as promised-although they were only two short stories, in order to choose the ideal collaborator fairly, accurately and without regret, Mr. Herman said that he Instead of making a choice right away, we are going to hire three translation teachers to do three translations of Hikawa and Jiang Yucheng's works respectively, and then carefully read and compare the three versions of the translated works. Closest to the meaning of the original work. Read the novel

The degree of importance is evident.

Mr. Herman took the manuscript and expressed his gratitude to Hiukawa and Jiang Yu Makoto. After leaving them for dinner, he told the housekeeper to take good care of the two authors. As if he was a treasure, he was not willing to wait for a moment. Turned around and went back to the study to contact the Chinese translator in person——

It is said that Mr. Hermann's work has been done by himself since the beginning of the draft, and now it seems to be well-deserved, perhaps this is the so-called "literati ingenuity."

Here, after Mr. Herman returned to the study, Hiukawa and Jiang Yucheng relaxed like elementary school students. The two were paralyzed under the grape trellis in the yard. Hiukawa took the cold tea and drank it. Then he lifted his foot to mention Tijiang and Cheng, and asked, "Hey, what are you writing?"

Jiang Yucheng thought for a while, and said blankly: "Oriental fantasy, maternal love."

Jiang Yucheng raised his head and glanced at Zhouchuan, then paused, and asked Zhouchuan, "What about you?"

Zhou Chuan said "Oh" without expression on his face, "Strange suspense, maternal love."

Jiang Yucheng: "..."

Hikawa: "..."

Jiang Yucheng: "Why do you feel so disgusting?"

Hiukawa: "Me too."

Jiang Yucheng: "I wrote about each other's subject matter, and used the same theme... evil."

Zhou Chuan: "Who wants to have a good heart with you!"

Jiang Yucheng made a vomiting expression and kicked Hikawa back.

Chu Li and Gu Baizhi stood by and looked at the two naive ghosts, saying that they were unable to intervene. Looking at the two, you glanced at me and talked like a candidate who just finished the college entrance examination and couldn’t wait to wait for the answer. , They sat down next to the two big boys as if they were separate nanny, ready to stop them when they didn't agree with each other.

Zhou Chuan pulled Chuli: "This person is very disgusting when I write things like me."

Jiang Yucheng sneered: "It's as if you didn't learn from me."

Jiukawa dismissed it: "I want to win. It's better to win this kind of proposition, suspense, and supernatural."

Jiang Yucheng: "Don't, speaking too much is definitely a flag. For example, if I win, where do you put your old face?"

Chuli withdrew his hand from Shirakawa's hand: "You two continue, don't take me, thank you."

Because of the completion of the task, the dinner atmosphere on this day was particularly relaxed. Mr. Herman and Jiang Yucheng and Hiukawa had a lot of conversations-and during the dinner, Chuli once again felt that Hiukawa and Jiang Yucheng were looking at each other. How strong is the seemingly precarious friendship actually—During the entire dinner, Hiukawa no longer uses Turkish to create more opportunities to chat with Mr. Hermann, but obediently uses Chinese, waiting for a bowl of water to be translated. Translate a sentence for him and Jiang Yucheng...

Chuli not only remembered Jiang Yucheng that day, but when the interpreter said something wrong, he might face the situation of being eliminated. This buddy probably called Shirakawa just after stepping out of Hermann’s villa and reminding him not to speak. Something that shouldn't be said...

Think about it again today, the two of them wrote about each other's good subject and the same theme -

It can be said to be very...erh.

Visible true love.

Chuli felt more and more that if she hadn't crossed her foot in the middle, the literary "Romeo and Liang Shanbo" might have been gorgeously born.

Guilt, guilt.

...

Dinner is fish and lamb.

Chuli admired the Turkish lamb mutton mutton mutton mutton to the ground, and symbolically pulled two mouthfuls. After feeling nauseous, he put down the tableware and pretended to smile and watch Tali Shirakawa and Mr. Hermann chat with love.

After dinner, Hikawa and the others were about to leave. Only then were they informed by Mr. Herman that they had booked tickets for them to watch the famous Turkish dance, also known as Konya dance performance tonight, and they were going to let the family at this moment. The driver drove them to visit, then packed them back to the hotel.

Konya dance is one of the must-see performances when you come to Turkey. Although the performance has a strong sense of religious ritual and connotation, most non-believers just watch the excitement...

But it's all here, and it's always time to see what should be watched.

This activity was included in the itinerary originally arranged by Chuli, and now it is arranged by someone to thank you... After dinner, I jumped into the car and drove all the way to a slightly remote place in the outskirts. A huge statue stood on the ground. Aboriginal buildings resembling ancient castles, with several tourist vehicles parked outside the building, and some European tourists gathered under the vehicles.

After checking in, there was a huge and empty atrium, with no chairs, only a slightly cold draught... Chuli sneezed a little, and Shirakawa glared at her, took off his coat and threw it at her.

Chu Li wai 吭哧 put on a jacket with the man’s body temperature: "Don’t give it if you don’t want to give it a jacket. Reluctantly, tusk, why do you stare at others..."

Hikawa's tone is not good: "When you go out in the morning to make you wear more clothes, you can expect a man to take off your coat for you. Men are not humans. They are humans and will catch a cold and be afraid of the cold——"

Chu Li: "Did you freeze to death?"

Hikawa: "Give me back what you look like in my coat."

Chuli wrapped her clothes tightly and turned her back: "No."

Jiang Yucheng smiled beside him and said, "Or you can give him back, I also have a coat, I'm not cold yet..."

Jiang Yucheng's words succeeded in making Hirukawa like a big enemy. He took his coat and his own people into his arms, and he didn't care about turning Churi's head, who was sucking his nose, into his arms. Press: "The person who seduce Lao Tzu in front of Lao Tzu, are you **** tired of life..."

Jiang Yucheng smiled and said, "Why don't you wear my coat?"

Hirukawa: "Go, go!"

Gu Baizhi stood with her arms around and watched them sing and sing. He shook his head and said in a speechless voice: "Which drama I sang? The two big fans on Weibo who add up to more than 50 million fans, can you let me go... "

As Gu Baizhi thought about it, there was a sound of music in the atrium. After a while, the wall behind them lit up, and when he fixed his eyes, it turned out to be a 3D projection!

In the projection, gold and iron horses and drums vibrated, vividly and three-dimensionally showing the history of Turkey from ancient times to the present to visitors standing in the atrium-starting from the ancient Ottoman Empire, it captured Constantinople and destroyed the Byzantine Empire. It declined in the nineteenth century, inherited the culture of the Eastern Roman Empire, absorbed the culture, gradually evolved, developed industry and agriculture in constant wars, and finally formed the Republic of Turkey...

At the beginning of the ceremony, the cat was in the arms of Jiuchuan and watched a 20-minute 3D short movie on the "giant screen" tens of meters high and 100 meters wide. I was feeling that it was worth it. For fare, the gate of the building next to it is opened, and the gate like a castle opens to tourists.

Chuli sneezed again, always feeling dizzy after looking up at the big screen for a long time.

Maybe it's a cold?

Chu Li didn't pay much attention to it. He wrapped his jacket tightly in Zhouchuan and followed the crowd into the castle. The ground and stone pillars were padded with large bricks, the light was dim, and the sense of history was heavy...

Chuli looked back at the man behind him: "Is there any inspiration?"

Hikawa: "What inspiration?"

Chu Li: "Will a writer come to a brand new environment, won't he get some inspiration for writing?"

Hikawa: "No."

Jiang Yucheng: "Do you know what will inspire a writer?"

Chu Li: "?"

Gu Baizhi followed with expressionlessly, "It's Renminbi-the manuscript fee settlement habit in Taiwan, probably US dollars?"

First gift: "..."

The four people are seated in the center of the building, led by the staff. Directly in front of them is a square and wide stage, surrounded by audience seats, and the layout is divided into places like an ancient arena.

After Chuli sat down, she felt a bit cold under her **** again, but she felt hypocritical when she complained too much, so she closed her mouth obediently, and decided to drink some hot water after going back to sleep. It is estimated that she will be able to sleep for a while.

Fortunately, she didn't let her wait too long, and the real Turkish dance began--

The dancers are uniformly male. They are dressed in black robes that symbolize everything in the world, with their hands on their shoulders and rotating into the arena;

The right hand of the dancer who turns around is slowly raised, symbolizing the sacred grace in the sky, and the left hand is slightly lowered, symbolizing the transfer of such grace to the world;

During the dance, they removed the black robe, leaving the white dress symbolizing God, the black belt around the waist symbolizing self, and the tall yellow hat symbolizing the tomb;

Rotating with the left foot as the center of the circle, it symbolizes the endless life, the changing of the seasons and the cycle;

The uninterrupted rotation means that the dancer is getting closer and closer to God;

Zhuan dance is divided into seven parts, often about an hour, and the seven parts may also imply the seven days of Genesis.

——Above, what Zhou Chuan said, Du Niang added.

Forgive Chu Li's artistic attainment is not very high, seeing half of my head confused, I bowed my head to Baidu, Baidu raised my head in a ignorant way for a long time, the dancers on the stage are still spinning and changing their formations, only they are changing The hand gestures, as well as the verses and blessings of the "Quran" by the poem and priest Gao Yin next to him.

Chuli watched for a while, and felt that his dizziness was getting worse.

Seeing them happily spinning round and round, he also revolved around the world.

Finally finished the normal performance, returned to the hotel, struggling to climb on the bed and lie down for a while, then struggling to get up from the bed, holding the toilet and throwing up earth-shaking——

She got up when she had enough vomiting, and went to the sink to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth. Then she wiped the water from her mouth with her hand. She attributed all this to the relaxation of her tight nerves, and she felt exhausted.

After washing my face, I was about to turn around and look for Hirukawa Raiji to roll around and say, "You see, I'm sick, don't you buy me a diamond ring to relieve fatigue", but as soon as I looked up, I saw that the person she was looking for had already been there for a long time. Appear--

At this moment, the man leaned against the door frame of the bathroom with his arms folded, watching her coldly with a blue face in embarrassment.

The two looked at each other in the mirror for a few seconds.

First gift: "..."

Shiukawa changed his foot to support the weight: "If it's a daughter, wouldn't it be good to call Shiuyuechu?"

First gift: "..."

Hairy at the beginning of the day and the month.

It's better to call Ma Dongmei.

The author has something to say: here comes here, here is the jet lag, the update time is weird, please bear with it, bang bang bang, after all, it is an update made out of fate.

ps: The data for choosing Zhuanwu comes from Du Niang, anyway, I looked dazed.

Another ps: When I really go out, many people always ask me "Can this place give you inspiration for writing"........................ Can’t it be alright! ! ! Suppressed naive! ! ! !