My Immortal Big Missy Chapter 936: The storyteller

After Grandpa Mo received the award, Yang Guo walked down the stage in a low-key manner, just like he quietly stepped onto the stage not long ago, and did not attract much attention. Dagger·qi·zhong·wen·蛧·first·hair

There is only one curious girl, holding her mobile phone and recording video at him all the time. Yang Guo seems to have a reaction. At the moment of stepping off the stage, she looked over and smiled, like a night blossom blooming in the night, quiet and handsome. Drunk.

The girl blushed, put her phone away, but couldn't help but feel the joy in her heart, with a light touch of her finger, she posted the video on the Internet, on the video website, on Twitter, and with friends share it.

Yang Guo didn't know, and she didn't expect that her video would be madly forwarded after uploading. Many people recognized the identity of Yang Guo, and more people were convinced by Yang Guo's translation and the level of translation! Even this video was quoted and reported by many foreign media.

This is after all, after all, Yang Guo completed his most important mission in Sweden, and his adaptability has also made Mr. Mo’s on-the-spot "change" and nothing has happened. More importantly, he made Mr. Mo. His wise motto has not faded because of the cultural gap. The breadth and depth of Chinese culture and the wisdom of Chinese writers can also be perfectly reflected in front of foreigners.

The task of Yang Guo is not over yet. For the next dinner, Yang Guo will always be with Mr. Mo and help him to translate. Many celebrities and scholars from the East and the West came to have a few words with Mr. Mo. On the one hand, they expressed their respect, and on the other hand, they were curious about him.

The power of Yang Guo is once again vividly demonstrated. Any foreigner can easily deal with it. He alone can match a Ministry of Foreign Affairs translation team. A dozen translators together are not necessarily better than Yang Guo. !

"I think, Yang Guo, if you follow me, I get the treatment like the number one chief!" Old man Mo said with a smile. He didn't have much scruples when chatting with Yang Guo in private, anyway. Own people.

"Teacher, you are exaggerating!" Yang Guo is a little embarrassed!

In the middle of the dinner, there is a small program, that is, let Father Mo give a speech! This has been notified before, and Father Mo has already written the speech.

"Don't worry, this time I will speak according to the script." Before he took the stage, Mr. Mo smiled slightly and said to Yang Guo. In the afternoon, he did not play the cards according to common sense, and he had no guilt for others, but he still felt a little embarrassed about Yang Guo, after all, it caused a little trouble to the apprentice.

"It doesn't matter, it's all translation anyway, teacher, you know my strength!" Yang Guo smiled calmly.

Amidst elegant applause, Mr. Mo, dressed in an elegant tunic with black velvet and red lining, walked slowly onto the podium, while Yang Guo was still a dovetail suit. He took the microphone from the staff and stood straight. Behind the podium, there was no distraction, and he waited quietly for Mr. Mo to speak.

When the audience calmed down, Mr. Mo smiled and began to speak, but he didn't read the speech. Yes, he planned to make an impromptu beginning: "I'll say something, something other than the speech!"

Yang Guo said wry smile in his heart. He knew that the old man had "habitually" played his cards out of common sense! No way, Yang Guo had to abide by his duty and translate according to what the old man said. This time, Yang Guo uses an English translation.

In fact, most of the people present can understand English, and Swedish is only the official language of the organizers. It is extremely difficult for people from all over the world to understand Swedish. Before the award ceremony, it was mainly to take care of the organizer's face, so Yang Guo only used Swedish. Now the dinner party is not so formal, and Yang Guo is replaced with a language that the public can understand.

"Two hours ago, the permanent secretary of our college, his wife, gave birth to a little girl. This is the beginning of a beautiful story! I believe that those of you who understand Chinese or foreign languages ​​can tell me this news. To everyone, I would like to extend my warm congratulations to him!" Mr. Mo said with a smile on his face.

To be honest, Yang Guo feels that the speech is boring except for the speech of the old man. He polished it a little and expressed it in more condensed English: "Two hours ago... the birth of a life is also a beauty. The beginning of the story! I want to share this story with you, and I hope you can share it with more people to express our heartfelt congratulations!"

In China, people may sneer and remain unmoved, but in foreign countries, people are most sincerely moved by the birth of a child. Therefore, after listening to the translation of Yang Guo, people are not stingy with their applause, and they all offer Blessed.

"My speech is, the topic is a storyteller!" Father Mo seemed a little nervous, but fortunately, Yang Guo helped him polish the translation.

"Through TV or the Internet, I think everyone present here has a more or less understanding of the far northeast township of Gaomi. You may have seen my ninety-year-old father and my brother. Sister, my wife and daughter, and my grandson who is one year and four months old..." Father Mo said in a very calm voice, "but there is a person I miss most at this moment, my mother, you will never see. I won the prize. Later, many people shared my glory, but my mother couldn’t share it."

Yang Guo translated this passage in real time, and you could clearly see tears flashing in the eyes of some easily emotional female guests.

This is the first story told by Mr. Mo. The story of him and his mother~IndoMTL.com~The most painful thing in my memory is to follow my mother to the collective field to pick wheat ears and guard the wheat fields. When they came, the people who picked wheat ears fled. My mother had small feet and was unable to run fast. She was caught. The tall guard slapped her. She shook her body and fell to the ground. The guard confiscated us. The ears of wheat, whistling and flying away. My mother’s mouth is bleeding, sitting on the ground, the look of despair on her face I will never forget...

The one thing I regret most is that I followed my mother to sell cabbage, and deliberately or unconsciously counted a dime extra for an old man who bought cabbage. After calculating the money, I went to school. When I came home from school, I saw my mother, who rarely shed tears, burst into tears. My mother didn't scold me, but said softly: "Son, you made my mother ashamed."......

Mother Mo's narration is very plain, but the translation of Yang Guo is very heavy. He wants to be as close as possible to Mr. Mo's tone, but he is always influenced by his narration. What the old man said were all trivial things, but he always seemed to make every listener feel the unforgettable memories and nostalgia in his heart.

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