In summer, Wei Qing changed into a three-piece suit that he usually wears to attend important meetings. Fortunately, the temperature is not particularly high today, so it doesn't make people feel bored.
It was only nine o'clock in the morning when we arrived at the theater Wei Yuan mentioned.
There was no one guarding the entrance of the theater, and the door was not closed, so Wei Qing pushed the door open and walked in.
But as soon as he opened the door, he was stunned.
The theater was empty except for two people.
One is Yan Chuyang, and the other is Song Huaiqi.
Yan Chuyang stood on the podium holding the speech, while Song Huaiqi sat at the front of the auditorium with a smile on his face. The two looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.
Yan Chuyang was nervously reading his acceptance speech, so he didn't notice that there was a person standing outside the door.
"It's a great honor for me to stand here today to receive this award. To be honest, I still feel that I still have many shortcomings. I deserve this award..."
"The voice is still not confident enough." Song Huaiqi gently interrupted the boy, "You are receiving an award, not accepting a donation. You don't need to put yourself down so low. Being too modest is pride. If you do this, your classmates will hate you even more. .”
"Ah? Ha." Yan Chuyang was amused, and quickly straightened his shoulders and said, "Then I'll be more proud."
"Yes, this is good now, and the eyes are bright."
Wei Qing stared blankly at the interaction between the two of them, his heart felt like being stabbed by a wooden knife, one blunt and one blunt pain.
It should have been him who instructed Yan Chuyang on how to stand on the podium.
The two of them were husband and wife, and it was he who watched the person in front of him grow from a timid and unconfident teenager to a shining person standing on the podium now.
It was he who discovered his beauty, and brushed off the dust on his body bit by bit with his own hands, revealing the original brilliance.
He is the one who puts people on top of his heart and lets him know how good he is.
But now, Yan Chuyang succeeded. He stood on the podium, but he forgot all about him in an instant, turned around and smiled at the other person.
When he greeted the first affirmation in his life and set foot on the first height, he should have been by his side, but now, he has become an outsider, an outsider that everyone knows, except himself.
Wei Qing's heart sank slowly, the weather in June, but his whole body was as if he had just stepped out of a world of ice and snow, it was extremely cold.
"Mr. Wei?" Song Huaiqi suddenly glanced at Wei Qing standing at the door, and quickly stood up from his chair and said, "Why don't you talk when you're here, don't stand outside, come in, come in."
That look, that posture, is exactly like a master's posture welcoming the guests.
Wei Qing clenched the hand hanging down his leg, his knuckles twisted and turned white.
"Wei Qing?" Seeing him coming, Yan Chuyang was also startled, hurriedly got off the podium, leaned towards him and said, "Why are you here suddenly?"
Wei Qing was suffocated, slowly raised his eyes, stared at the person in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "What? You accept the award, can't I come?"
Yan Chuyang shrank his neck from his cold eyes, and murmured: "No, it just felt a little sudden."
Wei Qing snorted coldly, but didn't speak.
Yan Chuyang looked at the straight black three-piece suit he was wearing, frowned distressedly and said, "Why are you wearing such a thick suit? Today's maximum temperature is thirty degrees. Are you hot?"
Wei Qing pursed his lips and said expressionlessly, "Does it have something to do with you?"
Yan Chuyang choked, although he felt that he was baffled for no reason, but seeing the man's tight attire, he still couldn't help reaching out to hold the man's wrist and said: "You come in first, there is an air conditioner on the podium, come over and blow it up. "
"Get up." Wei Qing suddenly shook off the boy's hand, clenched his jaw and said, "You don't need to worry about it, even if I die from heat, you don't need to worry about it."
Looking at the man's cold and stubborn side face, Yan Chuyang was angry and funny.
When Wei Qing plays petty temper, he always presses his lips tightly, like a child who has been robbed of candy, which makes you not willing to be angry with him at all.
The venue fell silent again.
Wei Qing stood proudly at the door without saying a word, Yan Chuyang looked at him helplessly, Song Huaiqi watched the two confront each other, fearing that he would be left out, so he deliberately got out of his seat, stood next to Yan Chuyang, and also Follow Wei Qing.
"Mr. Wei." After three minutes of silence, Song Huaiqi finally couldn't hold back his words, "Chuyang will be on stage to accept the award and give his acceptance speech in more than half an hour. He hasn't mastered his words yet. Standing here now, will you It affects his mood and his preparations, so..."
"Does it have something to do with you?" Wei Qing interrupted him abruptly, staring into the man's eyes and said, "Am I standing here blocking your way?"
"It's not blocking my way, it's you who affected Chuyang..."
"What does it matter to you if I influence him?" Wei Qing sneered, "Do you need to intervene in our affairs?"
Song Huaiqi's face turned blue from choking.
Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth: "Wei Qing, don't speak so harshly, the senior is not malicious."
"Oh, that's right." The man snorted coldly and shrugged, "He didn't have any malice, but I did. I don't understand everything."
Yan Chuyang's face turned pale by his eccentric tone, and he was silent for a long time before trying to persuade himself to calm down in his heart.
Wei Qing is the one who takes soft things more than hard things, if you fight him hard when he is angry, he will only fight you even more.
Yan Chuyang heaved a sigh of relief, raised his hand and tugged at the man's sleeve, and tried to soften his tone: "Don't do this? If you are in a bad mood or angry, can we talk about it when we go home? Now you go back first , I will also..."
"You still want me to go back?" Wei Qing interrupted him abruptly, staring into the boy's eyes in disbelief and said, "Yan Chuyang, do you think I'm not qualified to attend your awards ceremony?"
Yan Chuyang's complexion changed: "Who told you that I have an awards ceremony this morning?"
Song Huaiqi heard this from the side, and quickly added fuel to the fire: "Chuyang, didn't you tell Mr. Wei about your award presentation? What you did was a bit wrong, although you were the first to tell me, I am very pleased , but Mr. Wei, he..."