Chapter 387: Extreme pain and extreme happiness make the same sound
After seeing off President Zheng and Liu Qiming, Tang Man and I headed towards the hotel.
Tang Man said: "They can reach Cebu very quickly. If they take a boat, it will take two hours to cross the sea."
I remembered what Chairman Zheng said yesterday: "We can get there in an hour." I felt that Chairman Zheng lied.
Why did he tell lies? I was depressed and walked silently.
Tang Man asked: "Why don't you talk?"
"Why did President Zheng say it would only take an hour?"
Tang Man laughed heartily: "He has his own boat and a helicopter."
"It's poverty that limits my imagination. How do you say that in English?"
"It'sspovertythatlimitsmyimagination."
After she finished speaking, she smiled and said, “It’s not poverty that limits your imagination, but habit that restricts your thinking.
The Philippines is made up of islands connected one by one. You can travel between islands by either boat or plane.
Rich people have private boats. Even richer people have helicopters. Most people are not rich, or even very poor, but they live happily.
“How can you live happily even though you are poor?”
"Because the Philippines was colonized by Spain and then the United States, their thinking has become somewhat Westernized. The reason the poor live so happily is because they believe that God has only given them so much."
I nodded and said, "Thank you for giving me such an answer."
"Yeah, your English is improving faster and faster."
"This is something Cruz often says to me. If you translate it twice, I'll remember it."
"I gave you such a good answer, you must give me an answer."
"What's the answer?"
"Fortune-telling."
"Okay, I'll tell you tonight."
She pointed at a group of people playing on the beach and said, "You're not going to skip stones like them, are you?"
"No, I mean what I say. By the way, let's go skipping stones. I wrote an essay about skipping stones in fifth grade, and the teacher read it aloud in front of the whole class as a model essay."
"Is it particularly well written?"
“In fact, only one of the sentences is well written.”
"Carry it on your back."
"I picked up a thin tile and chipped it towards my childhood on the water. It jumped six, seven, or eight times."
Tang Man laughed out loud. "I'm going to report you to your teacher. You copied it," he said.
I tested her: "Who did you copy it from?"
"A Taiwanese writer, I've forgotten his name. His writing is characterized by beautiful language and rhythmic beauty that is hard to describe."
"Do you like writing essays too?"
"Yes, I was in junior high school, and my composition was used as a model for my classmates to learn from."
"Take, it, me, to, take. How do you translate this into Chinese?"
She blurted out: "My heart longs for it."
I thought to myself that she was not lying. It was much better than He Yun’s translation: “Although I have not been to China, that magical land is attractive to me.”
I smiled and said, "We still have something in common. We both like to write articles."
She said with a smile, "Really? You think it's easy for the Crooks to find a translator? Just speaking Chinese is enough? I've passed three tests."
"Three levels?"
"Yes. At first I thought I was chosen to be a translator at the United Nations.
The first is the image. They won’t choose those who are too good-looking, and they won’t choose those with a bad image.
The second is the language barrier. We specially invited judges to test our Chinese-English translation.
The third step is the physical examination. They gave me a comprehensive physical examination.
I passed all three levels, and was told that I would be working as an interpreter for a Chinese doctor, and the salary would be three times my usual salary.
So, when I first met you, I didn't dare to talk to you much. I thought you were like the imperial physician in the TV series, a professor sent from the top medical school in China.
I laughed out loud when I heard that, and then asked her what books she had read and what kind of novels she liked.
She told me that she likes Tang and Song poetry, and also likes to read the works of Japanese writers Haruki Murakami and Yasunari Kawabata.
I said, "My love for Tang and Song poetry is related to my love for the works of Haruki Murakami and Yasunari Kawabata."
“Why”
"Because Japanese writers are deeply influenced by Chinese culture, the language of their novels has a rhythmic feel similar to Tang and Song poetry."
"Oh, I see. No wonder I'm so drawn to it."
I was amused by her humor.
This conversation brought her and I closer in heart.
I originally thought she was an ordinary nurse who came from China to work in a hospital in the Philippines. In fact, she also loves literature and has an ambitious, optimistic and sunny heart.
In the afternoon, Tang Man and I went over to give Cruz a massage.
Because Liu Qiming taught me a few key points, I pressed my index finger on his navel and didn't move it for a minute before suddenly releasing it.
Cruz cried out "Ouch, ouch".
Tang Man's face turned pale. He asked softly, "Did you press it too long? He cried out in pain."
"Ask him, is that a cry of pain?"
Tang Man asked cautiously, "Are you feeling too much pain?"
Cruz said: "It's to be fortable."
Tang Man asked me in surprise, "Why did he say it was so comfortable?"
"The sounds of being in pain and being in comfort are the same. I can only prove that you are still pure. But you must have had a wet dream."
Her face flushed from the base of her neck to the bottom of her face, and she gave me a fierce look.
"Mr. Cruz, starting tomorrow, we will add an additional component to our treatment. This will speed up your recovery.
We Chinese people are used to celebrating the Spring Festival as the New Year. After the New Year, which is in February or March in your calendar, you can take to the podium.”
My name is Tang Man, the translator.
After listening to it, he asked excitedly, "What is it?"
This is Miss Tang Man practicing the Crane Flying Exercise. In China, cranes are considered animals of longevity. A famous Chinese doctor created a dance to exercise the body, imitating the crane's movements.
Tang Man has learned this dance before, and she will teach you from tomorrow."
After hearing this, Cruz said, "Let me take a look, now, okay?"
I said to Tang Man, "Perform once."
I instructed the maid to clean up the room. Cruz sat up.
Tang Man stood with her legs shoulder-width apart and her hands open. She shook her left hand like a wave, sending the energy from her left hand to her right hand, and then from her right hand back to her left hand.
Stand on your heels, inhale, lower your heels, and exhale.
Lift your abdomen, inhale, expand your abdomen, and exhale.
Penetrate the top of your head and hold the Qi. Place your hands flat on your abdomen and return the vital Qi to your abdomen...
Cruz was fascinated by the show and kept saying a lot. I guess he was praising it.
Tang Man only performed one part of the performance and then stopped.
Because she wanted to translate Cruz's words for me. Cruz said:
"This isn't a dance, it's what you Chinese call qigong. Miss Tang is so healthy, it turns out it's the result of practicing qigong. I'm so eager to learn."
I said to Tang Man, "Tell him to come on time at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
Cruz asked, "What does a crane look like?"
Tang Man searched for a picture and showed it to him. He spoke a long string of words. Tang Man translated it for me:
Cruz said the animal is almost non-existent in the Philippines, where the national bird is the Philippine Eagle.
I said, "You will be an eagle in the future."
He smiled happily.
On the way back, Tang Man walked very fast.
I asked: "Why are you walking so fast?"
"I want to ask you to read my fortune as soon as possible."
(The next chapter will be published after midnight tomorrow morning.)
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