Jiayang was right, graduation is a hurdle, and I had crossed it. All that was past, the sad, the happy, the repressed, the indulgent, the rightful, and the wrongful...
Just like that, let it be.
I closed my hand.
Qiao Fei
Besides weekends, I took classes at the department every day, studying terms and sentences with Chinese characteristics. Most of the time was spent practicing consecutive and simultaneous interpreting, just like I did in Montpellier, sometimes following senior translators during casual meetings with foreign guests. I ate all three meals at the unit, so I still had a salary of over two thousand yuan. Of course, this was nothing in a big city, but I was already quite satisfied.
Sometimes I saw Jiayang; he occasionally came to check on us during classes, and he greeted the teachers and classmates. I pretended to ask teacher Wu, "Why does Brother Cheng always come here?"
"He's in charge of arranging the new translator training."
