My Immortal Big Missy Chapter 438: Where to go on holiday

In the evening, Yang Guo practiced three hours of Thai and Hindi translation, and then lay in bed and began to plan his vacation.

When Beijīng was walking with Zheng Yujie, Yang Guo was not just talking about it. He had to spare more than a month to go out on vacation, otherwise, his life would be sunk in work and learning. There is no fun. At all?

Where to go on vacation is also a question. It's like white-collar workers in an office building worry about what to eat for lunch. It's not that they don't have to eat, but that there are too many choices and they are picky!

There are so many fun places to go. It seems that with money and time, all of these can be your own options. Where should I go?

By the way, didn't Yao Dehua suggest that you go fishing with him? Although fishing is not fun, it is so enjoyable to go out on a yacht and feel the blue sea and blue sky!

You can also go to the South Island, where there are the most beautiful beaches in the country, as well as various tropical scenery. Yang Guo visited it once when I was young, and I am still looking forward to it.

Yeah! Can consider it. Yang Guo closed his eyes and smiled slightly. In his imagination, the waves on the seaside lightly beat the reef, and the slow and rhythmic rushing sound accompanied Yang Guo to sleep.

The next day, Song Zhiwen opened the door and came in, picked up his breakfast from the dinner table, and then lost the car key to Yang Guo's arms: "Hey, return the car to you, I'm going to work!"

"Don't you need to drive? I'm waiting for someone today. I won't go out." Yang Guo was drinking milk with Qiqi. When he raised his head to pick up the key, Qiqi, who was drinking milk from the small wooden bowl, was also lifted because of the action of Uncle Wenzi. At the beginning, there was a white beard on the lips of the father and daughter. It is true that there must be a daughter if there is a father!

"Why do you drive your car when you go to work? Land Rover is more upscale than our leader, and you won't die if you drive over?" Song Zhiwen rolled his eyes and said.

After Song Zhiwen left, Yang Guo has nothing to do. He is a person who can’t stay idle. He wanted to take a rest today, but seeing the sun is so bright, he couldn’t hold back and took a book. Sit down on the balcony and watch.

Qiqi, while pulling a small wooden box, she turned over the toys that Yang Guo had worked so hard to organize yesterday and found out the new toys she brought back from Beijīng to Jinzi. Jinzi huddled beside her, sticking out his tongue and wagging his tail, wondering if it understood Qiqi's self-talk.

Fatty Long is said to have arrived in the afternoon almost at night, and Yang Guo still has a whole day to go to waste. He suddenly remembered that the summary of translation experience he had written had been finished, not many, only more than 100,000 words, not even a book.

Should it be sent to Yao Dehua for the Xinda Institute of Translation and Translation to figure it out? He intends to use this material to give a few lessons after the Xinda translation training class is opened!

However, it incorporates a lot of understanding and thinking that I have learned from various translation theories. I wonder if it will be a bit more esoteric for most people?

Speaking of translation theory, Yang Guo suddenly felt that this material should be shown to its mentor. How to say it is a staged summary. There is also a theory he boldly proposed. If Dean Chen Zongdai knows himself Without letting him read it, he would give the professor the immature theory to others without permission, maybe he would pick up a broom angrily and chase him.

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

At the end, he made a phone call and said, "Dean, I wrote something recently and want you to help in the trial."

"What is it?" The dean seemed to be eating something. He squirmed his mouth and asked vaguely, "A paper? I didn't seem to arrange a paper for you? Yes, I forgot to arrange it for you. Paper!"

Yang Guo sweats profusely, but he almost dragged himself into the pit when he called. He scratched his head and said, "Dean, it’s a holiday now. Let’s talk about the paper next semester? I thought about that article myself. Yes, just a summary, you can treat it as a thought report."

"It's funny, it scares you. At your level, writing a paper is not a matter of minutes?" Chen Zongdai laughed.

Yang Guo also heard a teacher complaining next to him: "Laughing while eating, be careful of choking."

"Okay, let's not say, I will look back when I have time. Eat, eat." The next two sentences are Chen Zongdai put down the phone but haven't hung up the voice from the microphone.

Yang Guo didn't listen any more, he pressed the phone, and then put it down in a little fright.

Chen Zongdai is actually right. At the current level of Yang Guo, a paper has long been difficult for him! Not to mention anything else, Yang Guo is holding the book list with Chen Zongdai added materials, and I don’t know how many predecessor books and graduation thesis read on translation theory.

It’s just that, as long as you have experienced the painful time of writing a paper in the last year of college, no one will have a good opinion of writing a paper, even Yang Guo is the same. He still remembers the painful experience of turning over a few large books and numerous revisions when he was writing his thesis!

There is no "horror" task of dissertation, which is good! Yang Guo breathed a sigh of relief, at least his vacation can go on happily.

It's not bad now. The quiet and peaceful days are still very comfortable. The sunshine is just right for cooking and drying the sheets.

In this fast-paced metropolis, Yang Guo has a car and a house (it does not matter if he rents a house, anyway, he has money and he can buy it if he wants), and he has a daughter and a dog. The only thing lacking is a female The master!

Fang Beibei appeared in Yang Guo’s head again, as if returning to their teacher’s apartment. In that small house, Fang Beibei with its sleeves rolled up and tied with an apron, squeezed with Yang Guo in the small house less than four square meters. In the kitchen, the two people met inadvertently, sparks seemed to bloom.

Speaking of which, after Yang Guo returned to Guangzhou~IndoMTL.com~, the thoughts of Fang Beibei are like mushrooms after the rain, growing rapidly. Is this love?

Yang Guo I still don’t understand even though it’s a bit. What is the difference between wanting a woman to be the mother of your own wife and daughter and loving a woman? (Is there really a difference?)

I wonder why Fang Beibei cares about this!

But Yang Guo already regretted it a bit. What he regrets is why he was so stupid when he was in the rain? When encountering such a problem, she should tell her directly the answer she wants to hear!

Stupid, now Fang Beibei has shrunk up, I won't meet you! Humph, the time for repentance is two months!

It's been that long for half a month, and another one and a half months...Yang Guo sighed, clutching her head.

(seeking monthly pass, seeking recommendation! ≧▽≦)

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