We got married

You and Lin Xi ate a whole piece of tiramisu one bite at a time, and someone happily ran to Weibo to post about it. Of course, the picture used was the cake that was just taken.

As for the recording part, um, I actually went to the bathroom to record it when everyone was not paying attention.Someone's new discovery during this trip: the close-up effect of the toilet and bathroom is particularly good, recording in it is like a man with its own reverberation!

So, for the beautiful reverberation and the awesome fully enclosed recording environment, someone showed the cake, talked about the journey, and sang a short live adaptation of "I Have a Little Light Bulb" by the way, feeling like I was cute Cute~(≧▽≦)/~

Back at the table, Lin Xi was still fiddling with the phone, and the two light bulbs were still communicating in a unique language that outsiders could not communicate with.

A certain person sat back in his seat and was about to take out his mobile phone to continue browsing Weibo, when the little light bulb over there turned his head and looked at him sympathetically: "ives, don't you have a bad stomach? Otherwise, dinner is still missing." Eat something."

someone: "..."

On the way back to Qiangwei Villa, a certain Highness leaned back on the back seat quietly and closed his eyes to rest his mind. The things and the Second Palace around him were silent all the time, and the whole harem was very loving.

So in a daze, before the dragon case in Qianqing Palace, the mafia gentleman who changed into a eunuch's uniform bowed and asked him whose brand he was going to look up at night, whether it was the virtuous and virtuous and beautiful Queen Lin, or Xiaojiabiyu, who was more delicate and pleasant. Concubine? ((#‵′) You didn't remember the name of the horse in your dream!)

Someone waved his hand: I'm not in a good mood tonight, why don't you let people hang all the green cards of the concubines in the harem on the waterwheel outside, and I will choose whichever one I turn to!

Outside the Qianqing Palace, Yingying Yanyan squeezed a group of concubines, someone pointed at him casually, and then Nephrite and Wenxiang fell into her arms.

When Nan Kemeng woke up, His Highness the Ninth Prince suddenly found that he was still sleeping on the back seat of the car, with a thousand pieces of gold on each of his shoulders.Empress Lin was sitting upright, but gently tilted her head over.Concubine Duogui put on a seductive figure, wishing she could get her whole body into his arms.

Someone was going to ruthlessly push Concubine Duoai directly, but he was afraid of disturbing his main palace, so he had to forcefully stiffen his body, look left and right, and finally couldn't bear the torment of the little jet lag fairy and Liu Xiahui's torture. Advised, fell asleep again.

Open your eyes again, and the East and West Palaces have already returned to their respective positions. One is looking out of the window, and the other is looking at the mirror.A certain person didn't know which of the two woke up first, and what he saw when he woke up. Naturally, he didn't dare to mention what happened just now. He cleared his throat and asked solemnly, "How far is it?"

The East and West Palaces were silent, but the Mr. Mafia in the front seat poked his head over: "Why are you dreaming, let's all go into the yard."

A certain person couldn't understand Big Trump anymore, but now he understands most of it, because the car stopped suddenly, and what appeared in front of him was the Rose Manor after a long absence.

As usual, Mrs. Rossi, the hostess of the manor, accompanied the guests to have dinner. While waiting for the food to be served, someone gave Mrs. Rossi a general account of today's on-site inspection, starting with the impact of air humidity on the building. He talked about lighting, transportation, wind power, soil quality, and energy conservation, etc., and chose an easy-to-understand expression method with a high degree of professionalism and accuracy.

The little translator sensibly tried his best to translate on the side, and he was not at all arrogant when ordering coffee in the afternoon.Someone quietly glanced at Lin Xi, um, she has a normal expression, a normal demeanor, and a normal eating posture, which fully shows that the little translator's translation is not perfunctory.

A certain person was relieved, and analyzed the pros and cons from various professional angles more diligently, and finally discussed with Mrs. Rossi.Data such as wind and sunlight will take more time to collect.In addition, some local materials are also needed to supplement. Mrs. Rossi said that there are a lot of books in the house, and she can ask the manager to help him choose some useful books after dinner.

A certain person also decided to continue to go to the construction site for a few days to investigate all aspects of the situation, and then make further adjustments to the entire plan when all aspects of the data are researched.

The sumptuous dinner was going on in an orderly manner during the discussion between the two of them. Coincidentally, the dessert made by the chef of the manor happened to be tiramisu in the evening.

The little translator looked at the dessert in front of someone, and asked someone with a smile: "It's easy to get excited at night after eating sweets, do you want to consider sharing a piece with Director Lin?"

Originally, according to the rules, when there are people who are not of the same nationality, they usually speak the other's language in order to take care of each other. This is why many international students do not communicate in Chinese in the class, but in English.This can avoid the embarrassment of foreigners, and avoid the suspicion of whispering in the native language and speaking ill of the other party. It has always been the most respected means of communication abroad.

However, the current situation is a bit special. A certain person can speak three languages: English, French, and Chinese. Lin Xi seems to be able to speak all languages ​​(in fact, someone did not ask him how many languages ​​he knows), and the little translator can only speak Italian. and Chinese, Mrs. Rossi is good at English and Italian, while Tim knows Italian and Trump.In the current situation, it is really impossible to find a language that can be understood by everyone.

The little translator said this sentence in Chinese, so everyone at the table except Mrs. Rossi laughed.Lin Xi had the usual warm and warm smile, the little translator had a smug smirk, Mr. Mafia had a sullen face but the corners of his mouth curled up, and someone squinted his eyes, showing a half-smile.

When the little translator sternly rejected someone's request to order coffee on behalf of him on the grounds of non-working hours, and txed someone with tiramisu several times, he never imagined that he would return to the warm and comfortable big room in Rose Manor that night. When he was in bed, someone would openly knock on his door.

"Going to the wrong door again?" The little translator was wearing a mask, the bathrobe on her body was ajar, and the little collarbone was so enchanting that it made people spurt blood.

Someone directly threw a stack of materials over: "Read all of these. The top one is the range I listed. If you find relevant information, translate that part. The sooner the better."

The little translator blinked his glasses through the hole in the mask: "So many? I can't finish it."

"The sooner the better, there is a scope, and there are not so many places that need to be sorted out." Someone ordered solemnly, and added a sentence with special scheming, "Now it happens to be morning in China, the standard working time."

The little translator was furious: "I am a talent for simultaneous interpreting. These long-winded things should be done by written translators!" That's right, there are also different types of translations, and small translators are actually the most advanced type of translation. .

However, someone is determined to kill chickens with a butcher's knife: "There is no one else, this is your job."

"What about Director Lin? He can also speak Italian." The little translator really wanted to drag Zhenggong into the water to accompany him.

Someone glanced at him, and said in a particularly noble, glamorous, mean and shameless way: "He is very busy, and he will sleep with me later."

Small translation: "=口="

Satisfied, she left the room where the translator was a small child. Someone knocked on the door of Lin Xi's room, but no one answered, probably in the shower.

A certain person went back to his room first, checked Weibo for a while, and deliberately found the recording of the [Wo Jie] scene to listen to.

His scumbag recording and Xishan's emotional expression are not on the same channel at all. The two also talked about breakfast, the journey, the afternoon tea, and the feeling of fishing when they are free at work.Having said so many of the same things, I couldn't find any similarities in the content.

While listening to the recording, someone flipped out the picture of Xi Shanpei, and watched it while listening.

Xishan has always been low-key, did not specify which city he was going to, and the pictures he gave avoided some important landscape buildings, and even the most background passers-by were few.But it is also easy for someone who has been to that city to guess where he is.

It was already very cold in the north at the end of November, and fine snowflakes and frost marks on tree trunks could be vaguely seen.Someone scanned a few photos and already knew where his official partner was on a business trip.That city was beautiful, he had been there at the beginning of the year, he knew the river and the bridge, even after half a year, he could still recognize it at a glance.

However, when he stared at the photo with the bridge carefully, he suddenly realized something, and hurriedly searched for information on the Internet. November 11th, snow showers, -27~-14c.The weather is right, the temperature is right, the photos and recordings are also consistent, and there seems to be no problem.

He thought he was thinking too much, shook his head, and continued to listen to the recording. At the end, he suddenly thought of something, and went to check the local information. Sure enough, he found a few people discussing the bridge in the post bar.

That bridge is the most famous railway bridge, but it is so old that many places are no longer suitable for continued use.When he went to visit at the beginning of the year, there was already a construction team working nearby. He heard that a bridge was going to be built nearby to replace the old railway bridge.

But in the photos of Xishan, it is still from the perspective of overlooking the river from the railway bridge, and the newly built bridge is nowhere to be seen...

Someone frowned, and casually poked Xishan's q, but there was no response for a long time.

He thought that it was already morning in China, and Xishan was probably at work, so he was too busy to watch Q.At this time, he suddenly realized that he was not as familiar with this official partner as he seemed on the surface, and he didn't even have other communication tools to get in touch with except Weibo and QQ.

However, there is no other way right now, so someone had to turn off the tablet computer, looked and looked at the room full of roses, and walked quietly through the mysterious corridor by himself until he reached Lin Xi's door.

He knocked on the door, and Lin Xi quickly opened the door. The hair on her head was still wet, obviously she had just come out of the bathroom.

"Don't go to bed so late?" Lin Xi smiled softly, almost blending with the warm light in the room.

Someone squeezed in through the crack of the door, hugged Lin Xi and said, "Let's sleep together."

The author has something to say: →_→Actually, I want to say... Does anyone know what someone's name is?