Teacher, she snatched my milk tea!

Marriage can give people not only a legal name and declaration, but also a declaration to their parents and relatives in the hearts of more people.

Ji Xiran has never thought about what will happen when she gets married, she has never even thought about getting married.

I remember that when she was in history class and learned about ancient Greece, she especially liked the concepts proposed by those sages.

What love and marriage, all the edge, where there is a Plato who is free and can do whatever he wants is important.

But now, having been proposed so many times in succession, Ji Xiran wished he could go back to his high school days and kill the self who wanted to be in the sage mode.

What the hell Plato, is it important to have a beautiful woman?

Wen Xinyan chose mid-November as the wedding date, which happened to be Ji Xiran's birthday.

In order to organize this wedding, Wen Xinyan put a lot of effort into doing everything by herself, not to mention such a big event as the wedding dress, she even had to choose the curtains and tablecloths for the wedding herself.

Compared to her, Ji Xiran is much more leisurely, and only cooperates with her to try on the size when she needs to come out to try on wedding dresses, and when she writes invitations, she recalls which relatives and friends she has that she can trust.

In the rest of the time, she just idly reads a book with milk tea in her arms, listens to music with a flower roll in her arms, drinks alcohol, and enters the life of old age in advance.

Occasionally, when Wen Xinyan was away and she had no work to do, she would just drop by.

One day, I visited Lu Wanwan's house and occupied their sofa and TV as soon as they entered the door, drinking milk tea comfortably with a flower roll in their arms. Even Lu Wanwan wanted to shoot her to death when she saw that leisurely look, "Your conscience Have they all been eaten by dogs, Miss Wen is so tired that her dark circles have come out, can't you see it?"

"I don't want to either." Ji Xiran, who was accused, hugged the flower roll and drank a sip of pearl milk tea, feeling very wronged, "But she said she didn't want me to worry about it, and she always coaxed me not to let me do it if I wanted to help. There is no other way."

As if to verify her words, Huajuaner in her arms shook her head and let out a "meow", each of them showed an innocent look.

Student Lu almost vomited blood.

Damn it, what the hell is this act of expressing grievances but actually showing affection.

She was so angry that she wanted to drag Ji Xiran out to run a 3000-meter race with her.

Zhong Yu focused on editing the drawings on the computer. Wen Xinyan asked her to design the wedding dress early on, and she was working hard to adjust the size and skirt details according to Ji Xiran's figure.

Seeing his elementary school girl looking irritable and wanting to eat people, he patted her on the head reassuringly, "Hey, go and wash the dishes in the kitchen, and then go get two cups of milk tea."

Wuwuwu, different people have different fates, why does she have to wash dishes at home and serve an ancestor, Wen Mei, can you bring this devil back home quickly?

Classmate Lu, who was very resentful, washed the dishes with lasagna and tears, and Ji Xiaohu was happily lying on the sofa watching the romantic TV series with her flower rolls in her arms, making complaints from time to time. Hua Juan'er's head made it nod, as if it meant that Hua Juan'er agreed with what she said, which caused Hua Juan'er to scratch her with his paws in protest.

Zhong Yu heard a man and a cat talking funny to themselves over there, looked up and saw Ji Xiran's movements, and smiled helplessly.

Ji Xiran is really a living treasure, the kind that everyone loves, I can't blame Wen Xinyan for loving her to the bone.

The divorce date is getting closer, and Ji Xiran inexplicably suffers from premarital phobia, and often takes her friends out for dinner and drinks, or asks the translation company to find more simultaneous interpreting cases for her. In the past, she would not accept jobs abroad, but Recently, she has been restless, and she will continue to go abroad even for a month.

Qi Zhiying was so angry that she wanted to break her head off to see if there was water in it, "Xixi, are you stupid, what a beautiful Wenmei, you can search all over the world, if you can find such a person I can count you as good as a hundred, but you are still not satisfied?"

Ji Xiran muttered, "Oh, I'm used to being free. I'm so scared to have a family all of a sudden."

Qi Zhiying wanted to go up and knock her, "Your sister—"

"This kind of thing is normal, and Zhiying will probably be more serious than her when you get married." Zhu Tang hurriedly pulled her back, seeing Ji Xiran lying on the table looking like he was dying, speechless, "But Your wedding date is fixed, you don’t go back and run away and say you’re not getting married, right? Besides, what kind of family, it’s as if you’re not cohabiting with a Wenmei now, at most it’s cohabitation with an extra layer of legal name, are you afraid? What?"

"That's not true, I don't know, I'm just a little scared, I'm not ready yet." When I agreed to propose marriage, although it was romantic, but later, when the real day was near, she was terribly afraid.

The friends who were invited over couldn't understand her thoughts, but let alone them, even she herself didn't quite understand this ambivalence.

Wen Xinyan has been very busy. Occasionally when she went back, she fell asleep after washing up. She thought not to disturb her, so she never told her about it, and still drank and ran out of town as a simultaneous interpreter.

At the end of October, she took a job as an accompanying interpreter in Southwest China. The time was not long, only three days.The divorce period was getting closer and closer, and she couldn't do it anymore, thinking about it, she closed the case, and then obediently went back to marry her precious beauty, so she happily took over the job.

The person who needs to be translated is said to be the boss of a cosmetics and beauty company who has opened a multinational company and specially chose a place in the southwest to be in charge of planting flower gardens for making essential oils. The person in charge of the company there prepared a car for her in advance. Follow a very elegant Japanese woman to go to a dilapidated village to see the land.

Although the Anti-Japanese War has passed for so long, the national sentiment in that place is still very strong. It may be because I have been informed in advance that the Japanese woman does not say a word in front of outsiders, but only whispers in her ear. She conveys.

Originally, this happened quite smoothly, but when the village party secretary saw that they were well dressed, they were riding in a car, and they brought some gifts for donations, when they finished their investigation, they insisted on letting them give a speech One click, so as to mobilize the people's enthusiasm for pursuing wealth.

They were surrounded by a group of people, unable to leave even if they wanted to, so they had no choice but to borrow a primary school in the village to give a speech.

The school is very dilapidated, just at the foot of the mountain, and the walls are covered with moss and cracks from the torrential rain.

Looking at the crumbling floors and the surrounding steep mountains, she felt inexplicably apprehensive, and hurriedly pulled the village party secretary over and asked, "Master, is this place really usable?"

The village party secretary's face was sallow from the sun, and his face was wrinkled like a tree root. While knocking the pot on the ground, he waved his hands and smiled, "Hey, don't worry, old girl, this pot is gone. It’s been more than ten years, so what’s the matter.”

Ji Xiran was still feeling uncomfortable, but the auditorium of the primary school was already crowded with people.The villagers were very excited when they heard that a group of entrepreneurs were coming to give them speeches on how to get rich. There were not enough seats in the auditorium of the primary school, so they brought their own benches and were willing to sit outside the door and listen.

This battle surprised the Japanese woman. She is a pro-China faction, and she has read that period of history in some books. Seeing this situation, she kept pulling Ji Xiran to apologize. Ji Xiran shook his head with a smile and did not speak.She is not those martyrs who bleed desperately, and she cannot and is not qualified to forgive anything on their behalf. She is just a medium, a bridge to convey, and she is only responsible for passing on the spirit of friendship to them.

Really standing on the podium, looking at the hundreds of pairs of eagerly watching eyes, looking at the short-breasted and ragged trousers and jackets they were wearing and their deep yellow complexion, Ji Xiran understood a little bit about what the old professor taught them when he was in class for the first time. What do the words mean.

"Translation must be faithful, expressive, and elegant. What we convey is a spirit and belief. We are a bridge to cross. Now various online electronic translations are springing up like mushrooms, but artificial intelligence will never be able to replace them. It's really human, because they're just machines, they don't have human emotions."

Ji Xiran always thought that only being a diplomat would experience these things, but this experience shocked her deeply and benefited her a lot.

After finishing a long speech for the Japanese woman, she smiled and retired.

When walking down the stage, I heard bursts of roaring from the room above.

Her heart moved, and before she had time to ask what happened, the Japanese woman standing behind her grabbed her hand and said anxiously in Japanese, "Jisan, go!"

***

Wen Xinyan felt that her right eye was twitching all the time while processing the documents. Although there was a saying in her hometown that the right eye twitched, she never believed it.I would rather think that it was the discomfort symptoms that occurred because I slept too late yesterday.

For her dream wedding with Ji Xiran, she has been leaving early and returning late for the past few months. There is only such a major event in her life. She wants to make an appointment with the girl she likes in the most beautiful appearance and with the blessings of relatives and friends. A lifetime commitment.

She took out her phone, and on the screen was Ji Xiran's smiling face.

Caressing the bright face of the girl on the screen, thinking about the life she might have in the future, the corners of her mouth turned up, as if the fatigue of the past few days was swept away, rubbing the corners of her eyes and planning to return to work, the phone rang suddenly Get up, which startled her a lot, the pen in her hand poked her fingertips, causing her to frown in pain.

After the call was connected, there was no sound for a long time, only intermittent crying.

She thought it was some prank, and was about to hang up the phone, when Chen Lian's intermittent voice came from the phone.

She cried almost silently, hugging the microphone, and whimpered, "Xin Yan, come quickly... come quickly! Xixi went to accompany the translator to the village where an earthquake struck and buried a lot of people... Woooo...Xi Xi... Xixi is also inside..."

"Pa-ta..." The pen in her hand fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.