Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 45 The Moonlight is So Beautiful 1
"The layout of hotels in Luzhen is different from other places:

There is a large L-shaped counter on the street, with hot water prepared in the counter so that you can warm up the wine at any time.

Workers, after work in the afternoon or evening, would spend four copper coins to buy a bowl of wine. This was more than 20 years ago. Now the price has risen to ten copper coins per bowl..."

The sky slowly darkened into light blue. The shadows of fir trees lit up everywhere in the city. The bronze statue fountain on the street corner was dyed the color of the sunset. Long Chuan Che watched the night slowly fall and suddenly thought of this famous article in his previous life.

Not all intellectuals are poor, but Longchuan Che was definitely in poverty.

He has never been in a relationship and just wanted to hang out for a while.

Besides, shouldn’t parties be funded by the public?
Longchuan Che looked at the young faces nearby and knew that this group of students probably had not yet been infected by corruption.

The consumption was 7900 yen. Ryuukawa Tetsu didn't go to other people's houses to steal books last night, nor could he spend nine cents for each word.

Then everyone saw this handsome man touching his face with a blushing face.

"Can I buy on credit?"

"Puchi~" A girl next to her probably had never seen such a situation before and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

In Japan, there is no saying that boys should pay for girls when they go on a date, but it is rare to see someone like Ryuukawa Toru show up with a face.

"Ha! So why do you want to date this kind of person, Muzi?"

The student named Yuanmu jumped out on the spot and mocked Longchuan Che like a brainless villain on TV.

"No matter how you look at it, this guy is just a gigolo who takes advantage of girls!"

Senior Yuanmu's immediate attack made Songzhi Muzi look a little embarrassed.

She was the one who brought Longchuan Che here, and if Longchuan Che couldn't save face, she couldn't save face either.

"Shut up, you!"

Song Muzhizi glared at the boy fiercely and continued to put her hand into her wallet.

She knew that Longchuan Che was not in good condition, so she also prepared his share.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

Longchuan Che admitted that he had underestimated this muscular boy. He could see through Longchuan Che's poverty at a glance and saw that the pockets of his coat were filthy with money.

Hearing the other party's contemptuous clicks of tongue, Longchuan Che was too embarrassed to continue asking the girl to pay no matter how thick-skinned he was.

"Can I work part-time? It should be very busy today, Christmas Day, right?"

Longchuan Che looked around.

Today is a holiday, colorful ribbons are hung on the fir trees, the snow-covered city is full of lights, artificial light falls on everyone's face, and the colorful smiling faces make people feel quiet and peaceful.

After hearing what Ryukawa Toru said, the clerk in a small suit glanced at Natsuko Imamura who was quietly drinking tea next to him.

After the girl nodded imperceptibly, the clerk smiled and said, "Of course, it would be great if you are willing to help."

Tsutaya Books is a national chain bookstore. It is a bit expensive but the service attitude is surprisingly good.

Faced with Longchuan Che who ate and freed up food, the restaurant assigned him a job of translating the manuscripts.

Sitting at the mahogany table in the corner, Longchuan Che held in his hand "Jean-Christophe" by French writer Romain Rolland.

Many of the students who had gathered together had already left, and Longchuan Che was holding up his face and tapping the pen cap tremblingly.

"Sorry, how about I help you?"

The book was a common English translation on the market. The densely packed letters made Songzhi Muzi feel a little numb. Many students sitting opposite her had not left yet, so she couldn't help Longchuan Che pay the money.

Boys all care about their reputation. Having no money in their pockets or no ink in their pens are things that many people don't want to encounter.

Although her English level is average, Matsueda Muko feels that it would be faster for her to help Ryukawa Toru from Yinghe Academy.

Ryukawa Toru shook his head calmly. It seemed that translation was just translating the original text into Japanese, but it was not actually like that.

The same passage can have different effects when translated in combination with one's own cultural literacy. If it is just a simple English-Japanese translation, the store does not need to hire people to translate frequently. Just like a famous sentence in "Jean-Christophe".

“The truly strong person recognizes the truth of life and still loves life.”

This sentence can be translated as: There is only one kind of heroism in the world, which is to see the truth of life and love it.

It can also be translated as: Shallow people cannot love life, and optimists who are born from pessimism are the ones who can define life.

Translation is a very delicate job. Many ordinary translations will take on a different color after being translated by a good translator.

Ryukawa Toru thought about it and translated the opening of "Jean-Christophe" like this.

“The sound of the river is mighty, rising from behind the house.

The rain beat against the windows all day long.

A layer of mist meandered down along the cracks in the glass.

The yellow sky darkened and there was a stuffy air in the room.

The thoughtful opening of Longchuan Tetsu made the girl's eyes light up.

"The sound of the river rises from behind the house." This sentence literally means "the house is located on the river bank."

"Have you been a translator before?" The one who spoke was the girl who couldn't hold back her laughter just now. Many people who had Christmas activities had already left, but she and Natsuko Imamura stayed in Tsutaya Bookstore to chat.

Including the boy who made Long Chuan Che embarrassed was also staring at him hungrily.

It's really unique to pick up girls to this extent, Longchuan Che curled his lips.

"No, this kind of translation is only about understanding the foreign language. The main thing is your ability to choose words and sentences, as well as your understanding of the work."

Long Chuan Che looked like it was nothing special. The girl looked at the boy deeply and covered her chest with her hands.

The same words translated by different people have different beauty. This is the art of language.

Long Chuan Che's opening sentence is written in just a few words, but its structure, spirit and beauty are fully displayed.

This kind of writing style may not be very appealing to athletes, but it will be very appealing to people who love literature.

The target was a girl from the Faculty of Literature at the University of Tokyo who had tied up her beautiful hair.

"You never realize how much you love someone, until you watch them love someone else."

"How do you translate this sentence?"

The girl was sitting very close and didn't notice that Songzhi Muzi, who was sitting next to her, frowned in dissatisfaction.

Fierce, like an angry little tiger.

"You never realize how much you love someone.
until you see that person fall in love with someone else."

Longchuan Che thought about it and answered casually.

"What about the translator?" The girl came very close, with her face almost touching the writing Longchuan Che.

"Saori! Don't take it too far!"

Songzhi Muzi, who was sitting next to him, pushed away the girl who came closer.

"If translated, it can be read as love comes with a third person. If combined with the situation, it can also be said that a jealous girl loves you the most."

The girl named Saori winked at Matsueda Muko mischievously, and then was pushed down on the sofa by the angry Matsueda Muko.

Adolescent boys and girls are always full of energy. Longchuan Che shook his head and didn't care. The tip of the pen stopped in front of a common phrase.

"I love you."

How should these three words be translated into Japanese?

(End of this chapter)