In the evening, after three hours of practicing Thai and Hindi translation, Yang Guo lay down on the 'bed' and began to plan his vacation.

When he was walking with Zheng Yujie in the capital, Yang Guo didn't talk casually, he had to spare more than a month to take a vacation, otherwise, his life would all sink into work and learning, how could there be any fun?

Where to go on vacation, this is also a question. It's like a white-collar worker in an office building worrying about what to eat for lunch, it's not that he doesn't have to eat, but that he has too many choices and picks his eyes!

There are more fun places to go, and it seems that after having money and time, all this can become your own choice, so where to go?

By the way, didn't Brother Yao Dehua suggest that he go fishing with him? Fishing is no fun, but it's a great thing to enjoy going out on a yacht and feeling the blue sea and blue sky!

You can also go to Nanhai Island, where there are the most beautiful beaches in the country, as well as all kinds of tropical scenery, Yang Guo went once when he was a child, and he still yearns for it.

Well! Can be considered. Yang Guo closed his eyes and smiled slightly, imagining that the 'waves' and 'flowers' on the seashore were gently lapping the reef, and the slow and rhythmic sound accompanied Yang Guo to sleep.

The next day, Song Zhiwen pushed the 'door' in, picked up his breakfast from the dining table, and then threw the car key into Yang Guo's arms: "Oh, the car will be returned to you, I'll go to work!" ”

"Don't you have to open it? I'm waiting for someone today, and I'm not going out. "Yang Guo was drinking cow's 'milk' with Qiqi, and when he raised his head to take the key, Qiqi, who was pulling a small wooden bowl to drink cow's milk', also happened to raise her head because of Uncle Mosquito's movements, and the father and daughter had a white 'colored' beard on the upper edge of their mouths and lips.

"Why do you drive your car at work? Land Rover is more upscale than our leader, and you don't want to die when you drive it? Song Zhiwen rolled his eyes and said.

After Song Zhiwen left, Yang Guoyou had nothing to do, he was an idle person, he wanted to take a break from doing nothing today, but seeing that the sun was so bright, he couldn't help but take a book and ran to the balcony to sit down and read.

Qiqi was pulling a small wooden box and turning over the toys that Yang Guo had worked so hard to sort out yesterday, and found the new toys she brought back from the capital to show Jinzi. Gold huddled around her, sticking out her tongue and wagging her tail, wondering if it understood Kiki's self-talk.

The 'fat' dragon is said to have arrived in the late afternoon, and Yang Guo still has a whole day to waste. He suddenly remembered that the summary of his translation experience had been completed, not very many, only more than 100,000 words, and not even enough to publish a book.

Shouldn't I send it to Andy Yao and let the Institute of Xinda Translation ponder it? He plans to wait for the training course of Xinda Translator to start, and then he will use this material to give a few lectures!

However, this is a combination of my own understanding and thinking that I have learned a lot of translation theories, I wonder if it will be a little more esoteric for most people?

Speaking of translation theory, Yang Guo suddenly felt that this material should be shown to his mentor, how to say it is also a summary of the stage of 'sex', and there is also a theory that he boldly put forward by himself, if Dean Chen Zongdai knew that he did not let him see it, he would give the immature theory to others without authorization, maybe he would angrily pick up a broom and chase after him.

So, Yang Guo turned on the computer, put the manuscript he wrote into the attachment of the email and sent it to Chen Zongdai.

Finally, he also made a phone call and said, "Dean, I recently wrote something and want you to help me review it." ”

"What's that?" The dean seemed to be eating something, and he asked vaguely as he squirmed his mouth, "Papers?" I don't think I gave you a paper, did I? Oh yes, I forgot to give you a paper! ”

Yang Guo sweated profusely, but he didn't expect to almost drag himself into the pit on the phone, he scratched his head and said, "Dean, it's a holiday, let's talk about the thesis next semester?" That article was written by myself, just a summary, you can just read it as an ideological report. ”

"Tease you, look at the scare you, with your level, writing a paper is not a matter of minutes?" Chen Zongdai laughed.

Yang Guo also heard his wife complaining next to him: "Laugh while eating, be careful of choking." ”

"Okay, let's not talk about it, I'll take a look when I'm free. Eat, eat. The last two sentences are the voice from the microphone when Chen Zongdai put down the phone but hasn't hung up yet.

Yang Guo didn't listen, he pressed the phone, and put it down in some shock.

Chen Zongdai is actually right, Yang Guo's current level, a paper has long been difficult for him! Not to mention anything else, Yang Guo took Chen Zongdai's book list with added materials, and he didn't know how many books and graduation theses of his predecessors in translation theory he had read.

It's just that no one who has experienced the painful time of writing a thesis in the last year of college will have a good impression of writing a thesis, not even Yang Guo. He still remembers the painful experience of chewing through a few tomes and revising countless times when he was writing his dissertation!

Without the thesis of this "scary" task, this is still good! Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief, at least his vacation could go on happily.

It's not bad now, the quiet and peaceful little days are still very comfortable, cooking, drying 'bed' sheets, and the sun is just right.

In this fast-paced metropolis, Yang Guo has a car and a house (renting a house is also counted, anyway, he has money, and he can buy it if he wants), and he has a 'female' son and a dog, and the only thing he lacks is a 'female' owner!

Yang Guo's head appeared in Fang Beibei's appearance again, as if he was back in their teacher's apartment, in that small house, Fang Beibei, who rolled up his sleeves, tied an apron, and Yang Guo squeezed into the small kitchen of less than four square meters, and the two of them inadvertently met their eyes, and there seemed to be a spark 'flower' blooming.

Speaking of which, after Yang Guo returned to Yangcheng, Fang Beibei's thoughts grew rapidly like 'spring' bamboo shoots after the rain. Is this love?

Although Yang Guo still doesn't understand a little, what is the difference between wanting a 'woman' to be his wife and the mother of his 'daughter' and loving a 'woman'? (Is there really a difference?) ）

I can't understand why Fang Beibei cares about this!

But Yang Guo already regretted it a little. What he regretted was why he was so stupid when he was in the rain. When you encounter such a question, you should tell her the answer she wants to hear straightforwardly!

Silly, now Fang Beibei has shrunk up, and he won't meet you! Hmph, the time to regret it is two months!

Half a month has passed so long, and there is still a month and a half...... Yang Guo covered his head and sighed.

(Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation!) ≧▽≦）