Ha ha

The young man turned his head to look at him, the shadow of his bangs covered his brows and eyes, his eyes were as black as ink, they were obviously beautiful in shape, but they were so dark that they showed a bit of hostility.

When Xu Chenchuan spoke in a daze, the other party had already stretched out his hand, pointing to a book.

Xu Chenchuan looked along his fingers, it was a book with a dark cover and thick as a brick, the title was obscure, and it was impossible to tell what it was about.Xu Chenchuan took it out and handed it to him.The other party thanked him in a low voice, and glanced lightly over the plastic bag in Xu Chenchuan's hand, and the electric wheelchair turned in a different direction, and slowly went away.

Xu Chenchuan was still staring at the direction where he was leaving, his eyes were a little straight, it took a few seconds for him to react, and he quickly retracted his gaze.After wandering absent-mindedly for a while, he walked towards the door of the bookstore.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I left the gate, I saw the wheelchair again, parked in the crowd coming and going, attracting the attention of everyone who passed by.The young man rested his hands on the back of the armrest and looked at something indifferently with downcast eyes.Xu Chenchuan took a few steps forward and realized why he stopped here: there was a gentle slope for wheelchairs beside the library steps, but at this time the end of the slope was blocked by a private car.There was someone in the car who seemed to be on the phone.

Xu Chenchuan hesitated for a second, then ran straight over and knocked on the car window.A middle-aged man lowered the car window a crack and looked at him with a frown: "What are you doing?"

Xu Chenchuan grinned: "Excuse me, could you please move a bit? It's hard for people to pass."

Xu Chenchuan's smile is very contagious.The man subconsciously softened his expression and looked behind him.Xu Chenchuan also bit the bullet and looked back.

The young man still sat where he was, like a silent painting, so beautiful that it was frightening.There was neither gratitude for help nor conflict of sympathy on that face, it was just blank.He watched Xu Chenchuan negotiating with the driver as if he was watching a play, until the driver put into reverse gear, backed up for a while, and gave way to the passage.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Xu Chenchuan smiled brightly again, until the middle-aged driver looked away and muttered, "I'm sorry".

The young man slowly got down in the wheelchair, Xu Chenchuan met his gaze, and could hardly look back, only feeling the heat in his ears.This virtue of myself is probably called "amazing", but it is not necessarily so.It was a kind of beauty without temperature, like cicada wings carved out of white jade, vulnerable and thrilling.

"Thank you." The other party said lightly.Before Xu Chenchuan answered, he had already left.

Xu Chenchuan went home alone with some sense of loss, and only came back to it halfway.At that time, if the other party wanted to come down, they could find the driver by themselves.As for meddling in my own business, the more I think about it, the more I look like the eunuch who opened the way in front of Shengjia... the eunuch.

******

Bai Qi drove the wheelchair back to the apartment.

He lives on the ground floor.It's an old apartment building and naturally there is no ramp for wheelchairs.After his accident, the two younger brothers ran back and forth, feeding money to the neighborhood committee and the residents upstairs one by one, and filling the steps on the ground floor into a short gentle slope.In fact, according to their opinion, it is best to let Bai Qi move next door to him, so that he can take care of anything.But Bai Qi refused.

This home is not big, and the facilities inside have been remodeled to minimize the obstacles for him to live alone.The curtains were all closed, and only dim daylight came in.Bai Qi turned on the light, cooked a bowl of noodles silently, and ate it. On the computer, he made a final revision to the article he wrote last night, and sent it to the editor on QQ.

Before his accident, he still made some money. After quitting his job, he didn't have much opportunity to spend money, so he could basically rely on investment savings to make a living.Of course, the quality of life is not the same as before, but as far as his situation is concerned, he is lucky not to be a parasite for his younger brother.As for writing columns and doing some translation work, the income is negligible, just to pass the long time.

After handing in the manuscript, Bai Qi went to the penguins in the subtitle group to peek at the screen for a while.At noon on the weekend, a few people just got up and greeted the group lazily.Bai Qi dug out the subtitle file sent by Tarasang and Chris, and proofread it word by word.

Since it is a movie with a strong literary accent, the requirements for the fineness of the lines are relatively high, and some subtle differences in tone have to be carefully considered.It wasn't until the sun began to slant westward that Bai Qi uploaded the revised file to the group sharing.

[Supervisor-Passerby A]: "Awen, can you stop posting that emoji? I've been scrolling all afternoon, and I'm about to vomit."

[Later-Awen]: "[Emoji] I only have this emoji in my phone, [Emoji] Hit me~"

[Supervisor-Passerby A]: "...I'm off."

[Later-Awen]: "Ah Jia, don't leave! I was wrong! I won't post [emoji] this anymore!"

[Translation-Chris]: "2333333 is dead!"

【Translation-Yu Tarasang】: "Ah, look at the group sharing, have you proofread it?"

[Later stage-Awen]: "The great god is mighty!"

【Translation-Chris】: "The god is mighty!"

This Chris seems to have integrated into the organization from some day, and the clumsy and out-of-date newcomer seems to have disappeared out of thin air.Bai Qi watched him talking and laughing happily, and an inexplicable feeling flashed in his heart.

[Proofreading-Paper Crane]: "Let's take a look at the proofreading first. If you have any questions, you can come to me to discuss." He closed the window after saying this.

That night, Xu Chenchuan compared the revised version of Zhihe with his original manuscript line by line, and carefully wrote down his mistakes.Some sentences have been fine-tuned by paper cranes. I can't tell what is better, but it seems more appropriate.He sighed in admiration while studying, until he saw a line, paused for a moment, and opened the private chat window.

【Chris】: "Paper Crane, are you there?"

The other party did not answer.

After a period of groping, Xu Chenchuan roughly understood that although this great god has a bit of a weird temper, he will patiently answer professional questions about translation.So he didn't talk about anything else, and directly raised a question——

【Chris】: "Deuxlignes de la maind'un hommes suffisent à faire condamner le plus in nocent. I checked the information and saw that it was a famous quote by Richelieu, so I copied the translation in other people's books"Give me a few lines of handwriting alone, I can sentence him to death'. I know that if you just look at the English subtitles, the meaning is a little different. Could it be that the ambiguity is left when the French is translated into English?"

This time he only waited a few seconds.

【Paper Crane】: "Whether it is the original French text or the English translation, the meaning is 'two lines of handwriting are enough to convict the most innocent person', and the subject is 'two lines of handwriting of a person' instead of 'me'. This is An objective statement, not a self-declaration."

【Chris】: "That means the translations in those books are all wrong?"

【Paper Crane】: "It's very likely that the first person made a mistake, and all subsequent people copied it."

Just as Xu Chenchuan typed the word "Oh", he saw a new reminder pop up in the lower right corner of the screen.

[Ben invites you to a video session].