Chapter 12 Auntie Rong, Translation

　　Fan Qirong today with a gold rimmed glasses, broken flowers light-colored skirt with a pure white cotton shirt, gentle and quiet mixed with a wisp of intellectual breath, can not help but let a person's eyes light up. 　　Under her smooth round ankles stepped on a pair of bamboo-faced slippers, manipulating the plump female body greatly pushed the door in, "I just came back yesterday, and I didn't run here when I was busy cleaning up." The two families belonged to the kind of relationship that pushes the door and enters, without so much hospitality. Entering the house, Fan Qirong saw Zhuo Qian and greeted him with a smile and a nod of her head, "Qianzi is here too?" 　　Zhuo Qian politely stood up: "It's Qirong ah, we haven't seen each other for a long time, right, right, last time you sent me a book, my home Minmin read it, the result immediately became a fan of your book, huh, one after another pestered me to ask you to sign it, how is it, now writing is still smooth?" 　　Fan Qirong hooked up a light smile: "is writing a new book, sloppy it." Then she handed over two large plastic bags in her hand, which contained some vegetarian food, "I didn't buy anything special this time when I went to Shanghai, so I brought some food back, remember to take some when Qianzi leaves later." Auntie Rong was a vegetarian, but she was not a religious person, she just thought that vegetarian food was better for her health. 　　Several people chatted casually. 　　From the moment Fan Qirong entered the house, Ren Hao's thieving eyes never left her thighs. Ren Hao had always thought that a woman without stockings was less flavorful, but there was one exception, and that was the creamy white skin, which was very tempting even without stockings. 　　Undoubtedly, Auntie Rong is one in a million. 　　Tsk, really white, really tender, really want to pinch it! 　　"Hao, what are you looking at, don't you know how to greet your Auntie Rong?" The mother's voice almost scared Ren Hao's soul away, looking at the four people drifting to the odd gaze, Ren Hao pretended to calmly point down Aunt Rong ankle: "Aunt Rong, this bamboo slippers you with where to buy, I've been looking for a few days and did not see supermarkets have to sell it ah?" In his heart, he really pinched a cold sweat, in fact, he originally wanted to ask: "Why are your thighs so white?" 　　Fan Qirong bent her knees and looked at the slippers, "Oh, I bought them from the shed by the subway, three dollars and a half, if you like, one day when my aunt passes by to bring you a pair of it, how big are your feet?" A few people did not look at Zhi Hao's eccentricity. 　　"No need to trouble you, I'll just go by myself." Ren Hao pretended to organize his hairstyle, but actually wiped away the false sweat, "Why is Auntie Rong wearing glasses today, do you have bad eyes?" 　　Fan Qirong pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose with a bitter smile, "Maybe it's because I've been staying up late all the time, my eyes aren't working too well lately." 　　Hearing this, Zhuo Yanqin couldn't help but sigh, "Take care of your health, you have to write a book at night and study English during the day, who can stand it all night long?" Zhuo Yanqin glanced at the computer that was still running, and her eyes suddenly moved, "Qirong, aren't you studying English on your own, how is it going?" 　　Fan Qirong collected the hem of her skirt by Ren Hao's cot, and slowly sat down, "Alas, at first, I didn't have the conditions, so I delayed my English, now I can only make up for it myself, well, it's not bad to learn it, and I should have no problem with high school's English, how about I make up for it for Hao?" Fan Qirong heard Zhuo Yuchen's meaning. 　　"That would be best." Zhuo Yuchen waved her hand and pointed to the computer screen, "My son has been drumming up some kind of English since yesterday, and we both don't understand it, so it's just as well that you're helping him look at it." 　　"Okay." 　　Fan Qirong didn't even think about it before agreeing, she thought that a junior high school graduate would still be able to cope with it on her own. After she said that, she went over to the monitor, but Ren Hao took a step and stopped Auntie Rong, "Mom, Auntie Rong has to write a book to earn money, so she doesn't have any time left, I can take care of this English by myself, I don't need to trouble Auntie Rong." 　　Fan Qirong smiled and touched Ren Hao's hair, "Writing a book is a nighttime thing, you don't care about this moment, come on, let me see what you have written." 　　Ren Hao deliberately cried, "No, I really don't need to, why don't I ask you again when I don't know something?" 　　"Oh, then forget it, you can study hard yourself." Fan Qirong saw that he probably had something to hide, so he knowingly didn't ask for anything else. 　　However, her son's odd behavior caught Zhuo Yuchen's attention, she pushed her son with a stern face, signaling him to step aside, and then pulled Fan Qirong's delicate palm to sit in front of the computer, her expression serious: "Covering up, look at what he actually wrote, is it something unseemly?" Ren Xueyu expression also became odd, this age is considered a watershed, the child is most likely to learn bad. 　　Smoking, drinking, early love, pornographic publications and so on and so forth. 　　The couple was really afraid that their son would delay his studies because of these. 　　Fan Qirong and Zhuo Qian took advantage of the couple's inattention to both cast puzzled glances at Ren Hao, even blinking their eyes continuously. Ren Hao innocently spread his hands, signaling that he had no ghosts in his heart. 　　Manipulating the mouse and pulling it to the topmost page of the WORD, Fan Qirong read it intently, "DEATH-NOTE? Death Diary?" 　　Ren Hao coughed and reminded, "I call it Death-Note, in fact, the translated meanings are similar." When Zhuo Yuchen heard this, her face immediately had a tendency to turn black, "What's all this nonsense, Qirong, you go on and read down, read one sentence and translate one sentence for me." 　　"Well ...... okay." 　　Just after this word fell, Fan Qirong regretted it! 　　The dense and complex English words called out to Fan Qirong, and the next time, she froze and stared at the computer, leaning her body back to the back of the chair and sucking in a breath of cold air! 　　What is all this? 　　Abbreviation, burial, kidney, likelihood, measurement? 　　Is this ...... really English? 　　How come I don't recognize a single word? 　　Zhuo Yuchen looked at her silence and poked her with a deep look, "What's written?" 　　Fan Qirong looked sideways towards Ren Hao, and when she saw his bitter smile, she instantly understood the purpose of his stopping her. 　　He was afraid that he would make a fool of himself! 　　Fan Qirong let out a long sigh at the screen, "Big sister, it's not that I won't translate for you, but, I can't translate seventy percent of the passages here, alas, perhaps my English is too poor." She was still clear about her own strength, if she went to take the fourth grade exam now, she should barely brush past the passing line. 　　"Qirong, you're not protecting him, are you?" Zhuo Yuchen recognized that there was something fishy in it, "How could you not translate what he wrote as a middle school student, hmmm, is it a love letter to his classmate?"