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Chapter 82 Untitled

After returning to school, Chen Chuqiao spent a life of seclusion in dormitories and classrooms. Except for two classes with the acting teacher, he basically spent his time reading books and studying articles.

The most frightening thing is that she has been reading medieval works recently, and the acting teacher has started vocal training at the end of last year, and then Chen Chuqiao switches back and forth between awkward medieval English and modern American accents. She has never had this experience in her life. When the language is so confused.

I heard from my grandparents that when I was learning to speak, I would speak half French and half English, but as I grew older, this problem rarely occurred. Now due to the confusion of the language system, the phrase "sweater" suddenly pops up. Later, Emma laughed at her with a bad California accent, "Why do you talk like an American↗?"

Because Chen Chuqiao always went to the United States for vacation when she was a child, imitating the accent was not difficult for her. Rather than learning it from scratch, it was more like refining part of the pronunciation on a certain basis. Of course, the more important thing was to learn the speaking habits and Form, this is also the teacher’s requirement.

During the supervisor meeting with Mona, Chen Chuqiao was quite happy when the supervisor said, "I thought we were in New York." "I took this as a compliment."

“I worked really, really hard to get where I am now.”

At that time, he was still young, his schedule was full and he was full of energy. Later, Chen Chuqiao was extremely grateful to his young self. Although he was too busy to take care of anything else, the days passed in a blur.

However, as a young person, you always have to go through these dizzying days. Looking back, it is quite beautiful. No matter how twists and turns, the ending is always good.

——

The train station in Cambridge is a very small station, which can be said to be deserted, so Chen Chuqiao saw the political revolution at a glance.

Today's day was quite gloomy. He was sitting on a bench with a cigarette in his hand, staring into the distance with the gray sky and long platform behind him.

She suddenly wanted to draw this.

"Coming?" Realizing her arrival, Quan Ge immediately took the cigarette in his hand and stood up.

He raised his non-smoking hand and hugged her, and when he hugged her, the smell of Quan Ge's tobacco was on the tip of Chen Chuqiao's nose, along with the cold air in his nasal cavity.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Quan Ge sent her a text message before leaving, but there was no further news from him. Before she left, she even sent a message asking if he had arrived, but she did not receive a reply.

"It didn't take long." He took out his phone and pulled the brim of his hat shyly, "I didn't look at my phone."

Chen Chuqiao naturally didn't mind. When she touched his cold hand, she opened her hand and clasped his hand into a ball, "I'm sorry, brother, I'm late."

"No, I like it very much. The scenery is very nice when I sit here. Cambridge is a very beautiful town." He said with a smile and threw the remaining cigarette into the trash can.

Sometimes Chen Chuqiao wonders, is this guy really born in 1992? He smiles like a child, squinting his eyes, twisting his nose, showing his dimples and white teeth, he is innocent and cute.

"Can I go to the bathroom first?"

Cambridge is indeed a small town and you can reach many places by walking. It only took them a few minutes to take a taxi to their destination.

In fact, Quan Ge just wanted to wash his hands, wash away the smell of cigarette smoke on his hands, and preferably brush his teeth.

Although Chen Chuqiao said that she could smoke, he had never seen her. She didn't even put cigarettes in her bag, which showed that she was not a smoker. He always felt that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes. Many times, if someone smoked on the road,

, she will try her best to stay away from them.

After tidying up in front of the mirror, he picked up the clothes and smelled it. Sure enough, it smelled good. Quan Ge couldn't help but regret that he shouldn't have smoked, but he took out the cigarette without thinking at that time.

He walked out with some annoyance. Chen Chuqiao was leaning against the wall playing with his mobile phone. When he saw him coming out, he raised his head and smiled sweetly, "Okay? Let's go."

Then Quan Ge became even more dissatisfied with his clothes.

She stood there slim and graceful, and he felt like a homeless man on the street.

"What's wrong? Let's go."

Quan Ge no longer wanted to think about those messy things. He lowered his eyes and looked at her holding his hand, "Yeah."

The second time he came to Cambridge, both times he came to see Chen Chuqiao. He didn't go anywhere last time, so she planned to take him for a tour.

"Da da -" she showed him with a smile, "When you come to Cambridge, you have to take a boat."

The two chartered a boat, and the person rowing the boat was a handsome boy who was also a student at Cambridge, studying history.

Perhaps because he recognized Chen Chuqiao's accent, the boy mistook the two of them for locals. They spoke so fast that Quan Ge didn't understand much, so he put his ear next to Chen Chuqiao the whole time and listened to her explain to him in a low voice.

They were swaying, and suddenly a few drops of rain fell. None of them had an umbrella, so Quan Ge took off his outermost jacket and held it above his head.

Pulling her under the coat, each of them held one side of the coat. No matter how close the two heads were, their breathing was intertwined when they spoke. Every time they looked at each other, it was as if they could look into each other's eyes.

"I have a friend who will be playing Othello..."

Being so close to each other, she could touch each other's face when she turned her head. It was like a small world with only two people, which made her heart beat faster.

Quan Ge was waiting for her to continue, wondering why there was nothing more to say, "Huh? What's wrong?"

He really looked like a child. His eyes were full of concentration when he looked over. It was like he was hiding in a secret space under his clothes. There were only two of them. Chen Chuqiao could smell the smoke on his coat. When talking to him,

Breathing out warm breath, she could even hear her heart beating loudly in her chest.

Quan Ge was a little embarrassed by such a stare, "What's wrong?"

The corners of his mouth were raised without scruples, and even though he was shy, he still looked at her with a smile in his eyes, and his dimples were sweet and touching.

It was clearly February, but Chen Chuqiao felt inexplicably hot all over his body.

When those soft lips gently landed on her cheek, her body seemed to be frozen, and time stood still.

She recalled that once when she and Quan Ge were playing truthhorshot, he asked herself, "What part of your body do you like best?"

"Brain."

He smiled and said, "I am the lips."

Chen Chuqiao's face turned red. She stretched out her hand and asked, "It seems the rain has stopped, right?" Not satisfied, she stuck her head out. She didn't expect there was more, so she pulled back awkwardly, "Oh! There's more."

Quan Ge couldn't help laughing and licked his lips, "Why don't you stop talking?"

She just came back to her senses and continued what she had just said, "I was wondering if we would like to go to the theater together?"

He agreed readily, "Okay!"

Quan Ge has been laughing, gently and softly, and Chen Chuqiao is still thinking about just now. This kind of excited, nervous, confused and passionate heartbeat is rare in her short life.

When Song Minhao asked how he started dating Quange, Chen Chuqiao hesitated and said, "Just chatting." She was actually still trying to figure out the so-called heart-warming moments with Quange in just two months.

She felt that everything started when the two discussed The Taming of the Shrew.

They met by chance that day, and the two went to have a meal. After learning that Chen Chuqiao was from the English Literature Department, Quan Ge first thought of Shakespeare, and he mentioned The Taming of the Shrew, which he had seen before.

"I think this play shows the power of language without reservation. It is a very typical use of words as a weapon to change, as Shakespeare said, to tame a person."

Chen Chuqiao agrees. Rather than the conflict of gender and class interests, what impressed her most about The Taming of the Shrew was its strong use of language. “The puns and tit-for-tat scenes are unmatched.”

Initially, the two of them were politely and informally talking about some innocuous topics step by step, not awkward but superficial. But after they talked about The Taming of the Shrew, it was obvious that the atmosphere of the conversation had gone up a notch.

Ge likes Shakespeare, and she studied Shakespeare for a long time last semester. As a diligent literature student and half-British, the classic lines can almost come out of her mouth.

She took out her mobile phone and searched for a scene from The Taming of the Shrew that was still fresh in her mind. She handed it to him with a modern English translation, "This scene is absolutely stunning. I feel like I will never forget it in my life."

One paragraph."

“petruchio:e,e,youwasp,i’faithyouaretooangry

Petruchio: Oh, my wasp. You are so angry.

katherina:ifibewaspish,bestbewaremysting

Katharina: If I were a wasp, I'd better be careful I might sting you.

petruchio:myremedyisthentopluckitout

Petruchio: I will pull out your thorn.

katherina:ay,ifthefoolcouldfindwhereitlies

Katharina: If you can find it, fool.

petruchio:hereawaspdoeswearhisstinginhistail

Petruchio: Everyone knows where the wasp's sting is: on his tail.

katherina:inhistongue

Katharina: On the tongue.

petruchio:whosetongue

Petruchio: On whose tongue?

katherina:yours,ifyoutalkoftales,andsofarewell

Katharina: Yours, if you keep saying this. Goodbye.

petruchio:what,withmytongueinyourtail

Petruchio: What, take my tongue on your tail?”

Other characters often compare Katherina to dangerous wild animals, in this case Petruchio calls her a wasp. Catharina is referring to the biting wasp, metaphorically she would use her wits to sting him;

Petruchio was referring to a bee with a sting on its abdomen, and he would "pluck" the sting from Katherina's "tail", which was her reproductive

Here Truchio is basically challenging Catharina head-on, saying that he will tame her. Finally Catharina says that if he continues to pursue her, she will sting his tongue painfully, and Petruchio

Her words turned into a sexual image, pretending to be surprised by the image of "my tongue on your tail".

"The conflicts and sexual attraction here, the extreme sexual puns and the description of the wildness of tame animals..." Chen Chuqiao couldn't restrain his admiration for this and sighed, "It is indeed Shakespeare, with extraordinary language wisdom."

Quan Ge had not read The Taming of the Shrew as thoroughly as she had, and now he couldn't help but want to read it again, "You make me want to watch this show again."

"Really? I'm honored."

"Shakespeare is really a great storyteller. The use of words to manipulate people is vividly displayed in this play. The abuse of power is the most disgusting. Petruchio tamed Katherina like a wild animal and refused to let her eat or sleep.

It's hard to accept that such physical torture is just to train a docile wife."

"Because it was a long time ago. Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so unexpected in an era when power, status and class were unreasonably distributed." She shrugged.

"Not just that time..."

Quan Ge's voice was very calm throughout the whole process, and he would sometimes pause to think about the words he wanted to express. This made him very convincing when explaining, and you could feel that he was expressing his thoughts clearly and rationally.

"Isn't it the same now? There are always people saying ugly things on the Internet, and in real life too, there are many people who point fingers." He tilted his head, "Seoul gives me a very sharp feeling, just

Like a war without smoke, people become sharp and sensitive."
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