Such a good job, as long as you control it well, you will have a bright future.
Lu Miao was trying to find a way out for him in disguise.
In the face of this future, what is a mere old popsicle?
Wang Mian promised to treat Lu Miao to a popsicle.
Many years have passed since the incident, and Wang Mian is still filled with emotion when he thinks back on this incident.
A thousand-mile horse often exists, but a bole does not always exist.
The opportunities in a person's life are all determined.
He occasionally thought about it at that time.
If there was no matchmaking by Lu Miao in the beginning.
He may not be able to reach that height so smoothly in his life...
The cucumbers and tomatoes in the Fu family courtyard are in the summer harvest season, and there is simply no way to finish them all.
After Tang Mei sent away a few good neighbors, there was still a lot left at home.
When Fu Jingyou and Lu Miao were in school, they each had some.
After congratulating Wang Mian, Lu Miao took out the washed cucumbers and tomatoes from the canvas bag and gave some to several classmates with whom he usually made friends.
Guan Yangyang likes to eat tomatoes, so Lu Miao got some more for her.
In fact, there are only two more than others.
There were quite a few at home, but Lu Miao didn’t take much because she thought it was too heavy to carry.
Lu Miao’s surroundings were filled with joy.
Diagonally behind him, Li Yue stared at Lu Miao with a slumped face.
There was a female classmate with whom she was close, and he gave her a gentle push:
"Monitor, the bookstore released news last week, saying that there will be new books this week, and there are no classes in the afternoon. Can we go and take a look together?"
Li Yue shook her head, "I won't go, you go. ”
“On Saturday and Sunday I I have something else to do.”
The two female classmates looked at each other, thought for a while, and then said:
“It’s a holiday tomorrow. If you’re not free today, you can go together tomorrow. We just happen to be together.”
Li Yue pursed her lips, frowned and said impatiently:
"Oh, I don't even want to say no, you just go!"
What's the use of reading so many books?
To learn, someone has to be there to guide you.
"Okay then..."
The two female classmates looked at each other, a little embarrassed.
Quickly retreated from Li Yue, sat back in his seat, and discussed the arrangements for going to the bookstore.
The last class at noon is the ideological and political class.
After class, the school bell rang, and the teacher left first with his books under his arm.
Lu Miao slowly packed her things and left the classroom.
When she reached the stairwell, a voice called "Teacher Tan" attracted her attention.
Lu Miao focused on "Teacher Tan" and ignored the familiar female voice.
I subconsciously looked up the stairs. During the school break, many students came down from the stairs and could not see anything at all.
She probably has no connection with Teacher Tan.
At first I thought about looking for him, but he was not in school.
Now, even though I have met her indirectly in school, and I don’t have a recommendation letter in hand, I can’t go forward anymore.
…Forget it.
Anyway, I have found a reliable job that I like.
Lu Miao thought for a moment, paused briefly, and followed the edge of the crowd downstairs to go home.
Finishing the finishing touches on the manuscript at home on Friday afternoon.
Lu Miao carefully turned over the pages and checked to make sure there was nothing wrong, then put them into a paper document bag and put them away.
Early the next morning, Fu Jingyou went to work in the ice factory.
Lu Miao got up early and kissed Dabao and Dabao on their faces. She packed up the manuscript, picked up her bag and went out. Xu Hongmei from the editorial department of the publishing house, Editor Xu is responsible for handing over to Lu Miao.
In front of Lu Miao, Xu Hongmei pulled out the manuscript and read it.
Xu Hongmei read a few pages of each at the beginning, middle, and end, then nodded and said:
"It will take some time to review the manuscript. I will arrange other manuscripts for you first, so that you don't go home empty-handed this time. "
"Huh?"
Lu Miao was a little confused, "The quality of the manuscript is not sure whether it will pass the test... Can you give me a new task today?"
Lu Miao has learned about it before.
Every submission needs to be reviewed.
New work will be arranged only when there is no problem.
She originally planned to submit the manuscript next Thursday, leaving two days for review, and would come over next weekend to follow up on the situation.
Later, the school notified her that her time next Thursday was occupied. In order not to conflict with the weekend, she submitted the manuscript in advance.
The normal situation is indeed as Lu Miao understands.
But what she didn't know was that the manuscript she had been evaluated for translation last time here had been nailed to the small blackboard in the editorial department and had become a model manuscript.
Her foreign language skills are highly recognized by many editors in the office.
Xu Hongmei took some of her manuscripts for inspection, just to initially determine the standard and see if there was any fraud.
"I just took a rough look at it and the problem is not big. I can arrange other work for you first."
"The editorial department will further review the manuscript. If there are minor problems with the manuscript, someone will help correct it. .”
"If the problem is big, the manuscript will be sent back."
Lu Miao nodded and asked a question:
"What if I didn't come here? Will it delay things? ?”
“Didn’t I leave your address last time?”
Xu Hongmei said with a smile:
"For problematic manuscripts, the agency will check the last time the translator came back. If the interval is not long, they will be sent home."
If the interval is long, such as a fixed delivery of manuscripts once every half month. As for the date, the translator last reported it eleven or twelve days ago, so the agency will choose to wait temporarily.
When the translator comes by the deadline, hand it directly to me.
Lu Miao nodded and understood the general situation.
It seems that I will have to install a small mailbox at the door when I go back.
What if a manuscript does come back one day and the person who sent it throws it around and then loses it...
Lu Miao was distracted for a moment, but Xu Hongmei had already returned to the office and brought up a small frame.
A small frame with two bundles of books tied with fine linen rope.
They are all the same palm-sized book as last time.
Twelve books in a bundle.
In addition to the two bundles of books, there was also a paper envelope tied to one side.
Lu Miao opened her eyes slightly, "Are there so many this time?"
"There are many manuscripts that need to be translated in the club. These are all collections of foreign poetry, including famous poets and wanderers. The poet's."
Xu Hongmei patted the small frame, smiled, and led her to sit down on the bench in the aisle.
"There are two kinds of tasks. One is just like the manuscript you submitted this time, which is to organize the biography of the poet. The other..."
Xu Hongmei pulled out the document bag from the basket and explained:
"This is part of the sixteen selected poems from "Leaves of Grass" by the American democratic poet Walt Whitman. The content of the selected poems needs to be translated into Chinese. ."
"Finally The content of the completed translation will be excerpted and included in next spring’s middle school textbooks, so the translator’s skills will be strictly controlled, and the translation will be more difficult. Are you confident to give it a try?”
Xu Hongmei? Pass the initiative to Lu Miao.
Lu Miao's eyelashes trembled slightly and she began to think deeply.
Incorporation into middle school textbooks... it means that it has been approved by the National Education Bureau.
There are two choices in the small basket.
Since Xu Hongmei asked her if she had the confidence to try, it meant that she was optimistic about her.
"Let me try..."
Lu Miao thought for a moment and took the document bag in her hand. (End of chapter)