Chapter 189： happy old man

Tang Xiaonan felt the old man's deep sadness, which is completely understandable. He came back with a passion to serve the motherland, but he suffered so much that he couldn't even fill his stomach. You must know that this old man is a big man who is sought after by everyone abroad. Countless prestigious schools begged him to teach, not to mention eating enough, even if he had abalone and sea cucumber every day.

But now, even eating a white rabbit toffee is an extravagant wish. Even when he was about to recover, he was beaten to death by a few ignorant fools. The old man in the book is really miserable.

Tang Xiaonan held the old man's rough and thin hand and whispered—

"Don\'tbedismal, don\'tbewild!

Today of grief,bemild

Merrydays will come, believe. "

Mr. Qi's body was shaken, and he looked at Tang Xiaonan in shock. He was so excited that he said in a trembling voice: "Xiaonan, you...you read it again, read it again!"

He only recited the poem once just now, and the speed of his speech was not slow. Even an adult might not be able to remember it, but the few sentences that Tang Xiaonan read just now, not only the pronunciation is standard, but the grammar of the words is correct. This girl is the only one. six years old.

Tang Xiaonan felt the happiness of the old man, his eyes were shining, and he looked at her like a treasure. At this moment, the old man is happy and happy, because he has found a perfect seedling. As a teacher, there is nothing better than finding it. Miaozi can make him happier.

After thinking about it for a while, Tang Xiaonan decided not to hide it anymore, even if she is not a genius, but if she can make the old man happy, she is willing to 'deceive' the old man temporarily, and at least let him find some happiness in his dark life.

Tang Xiaonan slowed down her tone and read the poem again. This poem was her favorite song before, and she recited it like a fluent. Moreover, she also learned Russian because of this poem, because Pushkin was a Russian nobleman and only used Russian. To create poetry, although the English and Chinese translations are good, they are not as good as the original ones.

Out of his love for Pushkin, as well as his love for this poem, coupled with the growing prosperity of Russian border trade during that time, Tang Xiaonan used her spare time to learn Russian. To be honest, Russian is much more difficult to learn than English. , The pronunciation is rap, and the grammar is also complicated. If it wasn't for Pushkin and banknotes, Tang Xiaonan would definitely not be able to hold on.

In this way, she has studied intermittently for two or three years. In addition, she has come into contact with many Russian businessmen in her work and has many opportunities to exercise, so she is also quite fluent in Russian.

Moreover, because of her fluent Russian, she has many more job opportunities. Many Russian businessmen are willing to find her as a translator, and she can earn a lot of money a year.

Under the impetus of money, Tang Xiaonan developed a fanatical love for languages, and successively became conscious of Korean and Japanese, both of which were easy to learn. Tang Xiaonan, who mastered four languages, became a celebrity in the foreign trade circle.

Moreover, she has a good service attitude, treats people warmly, and is familiar with many company bosses. She can help foreign businessmen to contact suppliers of high quality and low price. Even in the off-season of foreign trade, she is still very busy, and her income naturally rises.

But Tang Xiaonan is from the Moonlight Clan. No matter how much money she earns, she will max out her credit card. She doesn't know where the money goes. Anyway, even a monthly income of 100,000 is not enough.

The old man was stunned for a while, before slowly recovering. He hugged Tang Xiaonan excitedly and laughed happily, "Does Xiaonan know that you are a genius, haha... God treats me well!"

The loud laughter startled a group of birds, and also alarmed Shen Yuzhu, who came to the mountain to collect firewood, and Shen Yuzhu, who was carrying a basket of fine firewood, looking at the old man and Tang Xiaonan who were hugging each other from a distance, his eyes gradually became jealous, and he was still angry. Some resentment.