Three hours later, both authors submitted their works as promised - although they were only two short stories, in order to be fair, accurate and without regrets in choosing the ideal collaborator, Mr. Herman said that he would not make a choice immediately, but would instead hire three translators to translate the works of Chu Chuan and Jiang Yucheng three times respectively, and then carefully read and compare the three versions of the translated works to get the meaning that is closest to what the original work wanted to express.

It is obvious how much importance it attaches.

Mr. Herman took the manuscript, expressed his gratitude to Zhuchuan and Jiang Yucheng, and invited them to stay for dinner. He told the housekeeper to take good care of the two authors. He felt like he had found a treasure, and did not want to wait any longer. He turned back to his study and contacted the Chinese translator himself.

It is said that Mr. Herman personally worked on his works from the very beginning, and now it seems that his reputation is indeed worthy of his reputation. Perhaps this is the so-called "literary ingenuity".

Here, after Mr. Herman returned to the study, Chu Chuan and Jiang Yucheng relaxed like elementary school students. They lay paralyzed under the grape trellis in the yard. Chu Chuan took the cool tea and drank it all. Then he raised his foot to lift Jiang Yucheng and asked, "Hey, what are you writing?"

Jiang Yucheng thought for a moment and said expressionlessly, "Eastern fantasy, maternal love."

Jiang Yucheng raised his head and looked at Zhuchuan, then paused and asked Zhuchuan: "What about you?"

Zhuo Chuan said "Oh" and said expressionlessly: "Supernatural suspense, motherly love."

Jiang Yucheng: "..."

Zhuchuan: “…”

Jiang Yucheng: "Why do I feel so disgusted?"

Chu Chuan: “Me too.”

Jiang Yucheng: "They wrote about each other's specialty and used the same theme by coincidence...evil."

Zhuo Chuan: "Who wants to be in tune with you?"

Jiang Yucheng made a vomiting expression and kicked Zhaochuan back.

Chu Li and Gu Baizhi stood by and looked at the two childish guys, meaning that they had no chance to get a word in. They watched the two of them exchanging glances and talking enthusiastically, like students who had just finished the college entrance examination and could not wait to check their answers. They sat next to the two guys like babysitters, ready to intervene at any time if the two of them started fighting over a disagreement.

Zhuo Chuan pulled Chu Li and said, "This person imitated my writing style. It can be said that he is very disgusting."

Jiang Yucheng sneered: "It's as if you didn't learn from me."

Zhuo Chuan said with disdain: "I am doing this for the sake of winning. Essays on suspense and the supernatural are easier to win."

Jiang Yucheng: "No, if you say something too absolute, it's just a flag. For example, if I win, where will you put your face?"

Chu Li pulled her hand back from Zhu Chuan's: "You two continue, don't take me with you, thank you."

Because the mission was completed, the atmosphere of the dinner that day was particularly relaxed. Mr. Herman, Jiang Yucheng and Zhu Chuan all talked a lot. During the meal, Chu Li once again felt how solid the friendship between Zhu Chuan and Jiang Yucheng, which seemed to be in jeopardy, was. During the whole dinner, Zhu Chuan did not use Turkish to create an opportunity to chat more with Mr. Herman. Instead, he used Chinese obediently, waiting for the translator to translate a sentence for him and Jiang Yucheng equally...

Chu Li not only thought of Jiang Yucheng that day, but also that he might be eliminated if he said something wrong during translation. This guy probably called Zhu Chuan the moment he stepped out of Hermann's villa to remind him not to say anything he shouldn't...

Think about it again. Today, both of us wrote about the same subject matter that the other person is good at.

It can really be said that it is very... uh.

True love can be seen.

Chu Li felt more and more that if she had not intervened, the "Romeo and Liang Shanbo" of the literary world might have been born brilliantly.

Sin, sin.

…

Dinner was fish and lamb.

Chu Li was completely impressed by the smell of Turkish lamb. He took two symbolic bites, and after feeling nauseous, he put down his cutlery and pretended to smile lovingly as he watched Tali Zhuchuan and Mr. Herman chatting.

After dinner, Zhuochuan and his friends were about to leave when Mr. Herman told them that he had booked tickets for them to watch the famous Turkish twirling dance, also known as the Konya twirling dance, tonight. They were now preparing to have the family driver drive them there for the tour and then pack up and take them back to the hotel.

The Konya Dance is one of the must-see performances in Türkiye. Although the performance has a strong sense of religious ritual and connotation, most non-believers just watch it for fun...

But now that I'm here, I should see what I should see.

This activity was included in Chu Li's original itinerary, so he was naturally very grateful that it was arranged for him... After dinner, he jumped into the car and drove all the way to a slightly remote place in the suburbs. A huge indigenous building that looked like an ancient castle rose from the ground. There were several tour buses parked outside the building, and some European tourists gathered under the buses.

After checking the tickets and entering, there was a huge and empty atrium. There were no chairs and only a slightly cold breeze... Chu Li sneezed a little, and Zhu Chuan glared at her, took off his coat and threw it to her.

Chu Li put on the coat that still had the man's body temperature with a grunt: "If you don't want to give me the coat, don't give it to me. You're being reluctant. Tsk tsk, why are you glaring at me..."

Zhuo Chuan said in a bad tone: "I told you to wear more clothes when you go out in the morning, but you didn't listen. You expect a man to take off his coat for you. Men are not human. If they are human, they will catch a cold and be afraid of the cold——"

Chu Li: "Did you freeze to death?"

Chu Chuan: "Why are you showing off by wearing my coat? Give it back to me."

Chu Li wrapped his clothes tightly and turned his back: "No."

Jiang Yucheng smiled and said, "Why don't you give it back to him? I have a coat too, I'm not cold..."

Jiang Yucheng's words successfully made Zhuchuan feel like he was facing a powerful enemy. He picked up his coat and his body and stuffed them into his arms. He didn't care about the disgust and pressed the sniffling Chu Li's head into his arms: "You seduced my people in front of me, are you fucking tired of living..."

Jiang Yucheng smiled and said, "How about I give you my coat?"

Zhuochuan: "Get out, get out!"

Gu Baizhi stood by with his arms folded, watching them singing the same tune, shaking his head, and said in complete speechlessness: "What the hell are you talking about? You two big guys, whose combined Weibo fans are almost over 50 million, can you please let me go..."

As Gu Baizhi was muttering, music suddenly sounded in the atrium. After a while, a light came on on the wall behind them. Upon closer inspection, they saw that it was a 3D projection!

In the projection, the sound of war and drums vividly and three-dimensionally showed the history of Turkey from ancient times to the present to the tourists standing in the atrium - from the ancient Ottoman Empire, the conquest of Constantinople, the destruction of the Byzantine Empire, to the decline in the 19th century, the inheritance of the culture of the Eastern Roman Empire, the absorption of Islamic culture, the gradual evolution, the development of industry and agriculture in constant wars, and finally the formation of the Republic of Turkey...

Chu Li stayed in Zhuchuan's arms throughout the whole process, watching the 20-minute 3D short movie on the "giant screen" that was dozens of meters high and a hundred meters wide. Just as he was sighing that the ticket price was worth it, the gate of the building next to him opened, and the castle-like gate opened to the tourists.

Chu Li sneezed again. He felt a little dizzy because he had been looking up at the big screen for too long.

Maybe a cold?

Chu Li didn't take it too seriously. He wrapped up Chu Chuan's coat tightly and followed the crowd into the castle. The ground and stone pillars inside were paved with large bricks. The light was dim, and the heavy sense of history came over him...

Chu Li turned around and looked at the man behind her: "Do you have any inspiration?"

Chu Chuan: "What inspiration?"

Chu Li: "When a writer comes to a completely new environment, won't he get some inspiration for his writing?"

Zhuochuan: “No.”

Jiang Yucheng: "Do you know what inspires writers?"

First Li: “?”

Gu Baizhi followed up expressionlessly: "It's RMB - considering the custom of settling royalties in Taiwan, US dollars will probably be fine too?"

Chu Li: "..."

The four people were in the center of the building and were led to their seats by staff. Directly in front of them was a wide square stage surrounded by seats for the audience, with a layout that looked like an ancient gladiatorial arena.

After Chu Li sat down, she felt a little cold under her butt. However, she felt that she was being pretentious if she complained too much, so she shut up and decided to drink some hot water and fall asleep when she got home. She thought she would feel better after a short sleep.

Fortunately, she didn't have to wait too long, and the real Turkish dance began——

The dancers are all male. They wear black robes that symbolize the world and enter the stage with their hands on their shoulders.

As the dancer spins, her right hand slowly rises, symbolizing the divine grace from heaven, and her left hand hangs slightly, symbolizing the transmission of such grace to the world.

During the dance, they take off their black robes, leaving behind white skirts that symbolize Allah, black belts around their waists that symbolize themselves, and tall yellow hats that symbolize the grave.

Rotating around the left foot symbolizes endless life, the changing of seasons, and the cycle of life.

The continuous spinning represents the dancer getting closer and closer to God;

The dance is divided into seven parts, usually lasting about an hour, and the seven parts may also allude to the seven days of creation.

——The above is what Zhuchuan said, and Baidu supplemented it.

The artistic level of the first service was not very high. I was confused halfway through watching it. I lowered my head and searched on Baidu. After searching for a long time, I raised my head in confusion. The dancers on the stage were still spinning and changing their formations. The only things that changed were their hand gestures and the verses from the Koran and the blessings chanted by the presiding priest next to them.

After watching for a while, Chu Li felt his dizziness getting worse.

Watching them spinning happily around in circles, I felt dizzy too.

After finally finishing the normal performance, I returned to the hotel, struggled to climb onto the bed and lay down for a while, then struggled to get up from the bed, hugged the toilet and vomited all over the place -

After vomiting enough, she struggled to get up, went to the sink to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth, then wiped the water off her mouth with her hand. She attributed all this to serious work, and after finishing it, her tense nerves relaxed, and then a feeling of fatigue came over her.

After washing her face, she was about to turn around and chat with Chu Chuan and say something like "Look, I'm sick, why don't you buy me a diamond ring to relieve my fatigue?" But when she looked up, she saw that the person she was looking for had already appeared -

At this moment, the man leaned against the bathroom door frame with his arms folded, looking coldly at her pale face.

The two looked at each other in the mirror for a few seconds.

Chu Li: "..."

Zhuo Chuan changed his foot to support his weight: "If it's a daughter, wouldn't it be nice to call her Zhuo Yuechu?"

Chu Li: "..."

It’s the beginning of the month.

It would be better to call her Ma Dongmei.