Les Interprètes Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Cheng Jia Yang

Summary: Cheng Jia Yang is still in school currently, (hope I didn’t confuse anyone >_< ),="" but="" he’s="" graduating="" shortly.="" in="" any="" case,="" he="" has="" a="" lot="" to="" get="" in="" order="" before="" he="" graduates="" but="" he="" still="" has="" time="" for="" friends…:="">

By the way, Ming Fang from the previous post was getting married to someone other than Cheng Jia Yang which he was veeery sad about which will impact many things that happen in this chapter. If you’re watching the adaptation you can just think of Ming Fang as Wen Xiao Hua minus Gao Jia Ming (the doctor).

Xu Dong finally thought of something. One day while we were eating lunch, he asked, “Last time I asked you to help me find that lady, what happened?”

The one he talked about was Qiao Fei.

I said, “Nothing.” I put a piece of juicy steak in my mouth, and looked at the Xu Dong who was currently staring at me, and repeated, “I didn’t find her, finding people isn’t that easy.”

In fact, the day before, as the outstanding student representative, I had just given the third prize awards and certificate from the　French National Examination to her.

Fei’s performance was very different. Smiling, she took the certificate from my hands, and surprisingly, in front of all the audience members, said, “Many thanks to the college, I thank my parents, I thank the director and their team, I am very happy to get an Oscar. I love you guys. ” Then, she put an arm on her chest, with her ’emotional restraint’ and ‘concealing her excitement’ look. It was definitely the Oscar style.

Oh my gosh, this girl was really a clown. I believed she was simply well prepared, she knew she would get this result. The students became a laughing group and the teachers were tolerant and understanding of this excellent student’s humor.

I thought of her laughing countenance before, and  I became very curious, what kind of household did this child come from?

In front of my eyes, Xu Dong swung his hands, “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

He looked at me, “I have something I want you to do for me.”

“Say it. Why are you being so polite?”

“I have a bid that I need translated into French. I can’t trust others. Help me look at it.”

From his bag, he took out a typed doc.u.ment. I took it and flipped through it. It was Xu Dong’s company’s bridge construction project in Mali, Africa, “My dad is watching my performance, I must gain this project.”

I said, “I need a week.”

“All right. This is too good. I almost thought you wouldn’t accept.” As he talked, he grabbed a banking card, putting it in front of me, “Put some heart into this ok?”

“Stop it,” I pushed the card back, “How can you be like this with me?”

“Suit yourself,” Xu Dong took back the card, “If you don’t want money then this business is done. Since I’ve hit the mark, your big brother thanks you.”

Bids, these kind of doc.u.ments, had little content, but because of the special nature of the business wording the work was very demanding. In a week’s time, I translated Xu Dong’s bid, when I finished flipping the pages, I had also finished my career as a student, and thus as a double master, I entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the high turn Bureau and officially began work.

On my graduation day, after the ceremony, I hoped that I could see Ming Fang. I went to the English Department teaching building to find her, and I saw her in a cla.s.sroom, proctoring an exam.

I hadn’t seen her for two months, and maybe because of these marriage and complicated issues, Ming Fang had become skinnier. She wore a pale blue skirt which still allowed her prettiness to shine through, making me think of my younger years.

I was at her house’s backyard, eating big bites of fruit ice, watching her sit on the swing reading. Sometimes she would smile to me and say, “Jia Yang, the strawberries got onto your nose.”

I sighed, and left that place.

These lingering emotions flopped about and made one’s heart annoyed. I wanted to forget her.

I had just started working, and I already had a hard task ahead. The French politicians were visiting, and the Chinese People’s Political Consultative Conference Vice president would be receiving them. I was sent to translate. The VIPs that came were

Summary: So after the reception, the vice president walks over and asks him how his father is doing and he answers with a bunch of business updates. Then, Zhou Nan comes over, who just happens to be spoiler********[Wen Xiao Hua’s husband in the drama]

He calls Cheng Jia Yang by name… like how do you even know Cheng Jia Yang? It seems implied that they have never met.

“I am Zhou Nan.”

I had no impression.

“Ming Fang is my fiance.”

In any case, we were linked by the Fu family. Should I call him “brother”? I probably should.

I shook his hand, putting force into it, to show affection I said, “Brother, Ming Fang should have introduced us sooner.”

Qiao Fei

Summary: Qiao Fei is at work at her winery again, and she just happens to run into Cheng Jia Yang. Woohoo. Methinks their relationship is actually moving very quickly… He seems to be in the winery because of heartbreak…I mean given his feeling for Ming Fang and her shallow feelings for him if she gave him the email she used LESS often.

This chapter was a little weird… so since Cheng Jia Yang is drunk, he begins to act a little rowdy… it seems that he has no idea of what he is doing, but in the end Qiao Fei escorts him out of the winery, a bit excited by his actions. I put a bit of the more PG excerpts here soo

“This sister, we seem to have met before.” He said, looking at my face, taking a close look. I was not afraid. He had already become drunk, putting on airs, and forgotten his own other world.

“In dreams, my precious brother?”He laughed. “What kind of wine do you want?”

“An expensive one.”

“No problem.”

Next excerpt:

What world was this?In the nighttime, the elegant prince kissed a girl?

But what could I care so much for? This odd occasion was real.