Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the principal on the podium change the subject: "Now we invite our school, Yan Chuyang, who won the special prize in the International Manga Contest, to speak on the stage and receive the award."
Yan Chuyang straightened his back, quickly stood up from the chair, straightened his clothes and went to the stage.
When passing by Lu Haolin, he clearly heard a disdainful snort from the boy's nostrils.
Alas, the boy shook his head helplessly, the heights are indeed too cold, he has not become so good yet, someone began to scoff at him in a strange way, if one day, he becomes as capable as Wei Qing Qian is so capable, do more people want to see his jokes with their necks straightened
Thinking this way, Wei Qing must have had a hard time.
While thinking wildly, Yan Chuyang had already stepped onto the podium.
The headmaster handed a red certificate of honor to the boy with a smile on his face, shook his hand and said solemnly: "Keep working hard and make the school proud of you."
Yan Chuyang breathed out excitedly: "Thank you teacher, I will work hard."
The principal nodded in relief, shook the boy's hand again, and walked down with satisfaction, giving up the podium to Yan Chuyang.
Yan Chuyang tensed his heartstrings nervously, turned to look at the auditorium.
He naturally turned his eyes to the seat where Wei Qing was sitting in the middle, Wei Qing was his reassurance, and he should not be nervous when he saw him.
But to Yan Chuyang's disappointment, Wei Qing didn't look at him at all, just lowered his eyes nonchalantly, as if bored.
The boy sighed, adjusted his mood, and looked down at the speech.
"Hi everyone, I am Yan Chuyang, a student of grade 15 of the Academy of Fine Arts. I am very excited to stand on this podium today to receive this award. To be honest, this is the first time in my life that I have received such a big affirmation." …….”
Yan Chuyang raised his head, looking at the densely packed heads of people in the audience, his mood fluctuated.
If only, if this was the game when I was a child.
If he won the Boys Comics Contest at the age of seven and won an award, he would take the trophy on the stage, proudly present the trophy to his mother, straighten his shoulders and say, "Look, I won, and there is still a bonus. , I can make money now, so, mom, can you not go?"
If time goes back and he really wins, will mom still leave
"...I really want to thank someone here." After expressing his gratitude to the school and teachers for a long time, Yan Chuyang finally read the part written to Wei Qing.
The boy held his breath nervously, paused, and said in a low voice:
"He helped me a lot. He always felt that I didn't understand, but in fact I understood everything. I saw every bit of his kindness to me, his concern for me, and his love for me. I knew that he It is very hard to cook for me in the morning, and I know that he said that he wants to go out to play, but in fact he just wants to take me out and give me a break. He praises me in different ways every time. Although the words are exaggerated, I know that he It’s to give me confidence. When I’m tired of painting at night, he will make me supper. Every time he says to make something for himself, but he never takes a bite after it’s done...”
Yan Chuyang's nose was sour, and his voice trembled slightly: "When I told him that I won the game, he told me that I was his pride, but in fact, in my heart, he is my pride. "
A pride that cannot be told to anyone.
Yan Chuyang raised his eyes and fixedly looked at the middle of the auditorium. Wei Qing seemed to be able to hear that these words had something to do with him, so he looked up at him. Their eyes met, and their hearts softened.
"Here, I want to tell him." The boy paused, lowered his head closer to the microphone, and said firmly, "I will work hard, work hard to make money, work hard to live, and when I have money, let me protect you .”
There was a burst of applause from the audience.
The principal took off his glasses moved, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, turned his head to look at the teacher next to him and said with emotion: "Now the child is filial, knows how to be grateful, and can understand the silent love of parents."
"Yes, yes." The teacher also leaned over and sighed in a low voice, "In today's society, a son is considered filial if he doesn't fight with his parents. How can there be a student like Chuyang who can understand the meaning of his parents at a young age?" Painful, and know how to make money and repay the family with all one's heart, rare, rare..."
"... .."
Wei Qing didn't know about these discussions at all, he still looked deeply at the confident young man on the stage with the eyes of an old father.
He could tell that Yan Chuyang's words were all for him.
Make breakfast, make supper, no one else will do it for him except him.
"...He really helped me a lot. I really want to tell him that half of the honor in my hand is his..."
"I don't know who is the noble person that Chuyang is so grateful for?" A high-pitched inquiry suddenly interrupted Yan Chuyang's speech.
There was a brief silence in the guild hall.
Yan Chuyang looked at the voice, and Lu Haolin, who was sitting at the front of the auditorium, stood up, and asked with a snort, "Is the nobleman Yan Chuyang said about you family, friends, classmates, or... .lover?"
The originally quiet auditorium caused a commotion, and everyone looked at each other and discussed in a low voice.
Yan Chuyang's face froze for a while, and he said calmly after a while: "This should have nothing to do with Lu, right?"
"It's okay." Lu Haolin shrugged, and smiled jokingly, "I'm just curious, it must be a very important person who can make classmate Yan thank you so much." After speaking, Lu Haolin turned to look at the auditorium, He raised his voice and said, "Everyone must be very curious, right?"
The atmosphere was heated up all of a sudden. They were all eighteen or nineteen-year-old students, not so restrained. When Lu Haolin asked, they all clamored to agree.
"That's right, who is the person you want to thank, classmate Yan? Is it a family member?"
"It's not like a family member, is it a girlfriend, haha."
"Is Yan's classmate girlfriend here? Do you want her to come on stage and say a few words..."