God sometimes likes to make a little good joke.
I thought that meeting the poor child was just an accident, but I didn't know until much later that it was an unexpected gift from God.
When I met him again three days later, under the bridge, if I hadn't glanced at him from a distance, maybe my life would have been less fun.
Not because of good-heartedness, but because of fate.
I saw him under the bridge, or it was just that one, alone, there was a mat under the bridge, he was lying on it, and there were a few shabby things on the side, I knew that he was not from a poor family, but There is no home at all.
In one hand he held half of the visibly dry loaf of bread, ate some of it himself, then broke up a little bit, sprinkled it on the ground, and fed it to the sparrows.
It was so hard, but he smiled happily.
It was his smile that moved me and made me think of myself as a child, so I couldn't help but asked him, "Do you remember me? What's your name?"
"Name... no."
"Then, I'll give you a name, would you like to come with me?"
"Where are you... going?"
"go home with me."
When it comes to the word home, his eyes are like deer, swaying smart and delicate, and then a pair of fleshy hands are placed in mine.
I named him 'Mu', and he asked me why it was that name. I gave him a bath and saw a lot of scars on his small body. He was only three or four years old, but he was obviously more mature than children of the same age. More, I said, I have two names, so I'll give you one.
"Wow, can there be two more names?" he asked.
I rubbed his head, pinched his little face, picked up the small scissors and cut his hair, saying, "So, I gave you one, but you are not allowed to give it to anyone else."
Xiaomu soaked in the bathtub, laughing loudly.
Putting on clean clothes for him, when I heard the doorbell ring, I was busy cleaning up the messy bathroom, and Xiao Mu ran past with bare feet.
As soon as the door was opened, the people outside the door were stunned for a moment. I stuck out my head and saw that it was Qin Lang, two people, one big and one small, with big eyes and small eyes.
Qin Lang pointed at Xiaomu: "This is...?"
I pursed my mouth and rolled my eyes: "My son."
Qin Lang's face suddenly became very colorful, and it changed in turn. When Xiao Mu heard my words, she smiled and greeted Qin Lang very nicely: "You... hello, my name is Xiao Mu, it's my first day. When a son…”
I almost laughed out loud, thinking to myself, Tong Yan has no bogey, but Tong Yan is so special.
Qin Lang's face was obviously holding back a smile, then he squatted down and hugged Xiaomu, which made him laugh, it's rare that this little guy is not afraid of life after wandering for so long.
Qin Lang touched his face and coaxed: "Hello, my name is Qin Lang, I'm a father on the first day, I'm called Dad."
"Dad..." Xiaomu slipped out the stupid half word of "Dad", but I covered her mouth and snatched it back from Qin Lang's arms, "Dad, what dad! Did you take advantage of it like that?"
Qin Lang leaned against the door and tilted his head: "Are you blaming me for taking advantage of him, or taking advantage of you?"
I rushed Xiaomu to the room to watch cartoons and asked, "Why are you here?"
Then Qin Lang took something out of his arms and handed it to me: "Look at it."
I took it over and saw that it was an investment contract for the copyright of a film and television work. I turned to the signature at the end and glanced at it, my eyes widening.
Qin Lang smiled calmly: "The fish has already taken the bait."
The rematch of the Wenying Championship is in full swing.
The previous rumors on the Internet did not hurt Qi Tang too much, but attracted a lot of spectators to him. Tonight, when the semi-finals announced the finalists for the top three, the three mainstream TVs will broadcast live in prime time, and major online platforms will also broadcast live online.
On the red carpet before the party, Qi Tang looked extraordinarily energetic in a stylishly tailored suit and combed her hair. Facing reporters' questions, she answered calmly.
I looked at him from a hundred meters away, as if I was looking at a clown.
Someone next to me poked my arm, I looked back, Xiao Tao was wearing the clothes of the party's logistics staff, wearing a peaked cap, lowered the brim of the hat and asked me, "Where's the stuff?"
I took a work card out of my pocket and handed it to him: "Be careful."
Xiao Tao snapped his fingers and left.
At the end of the red carpet signing session, the media and a group of people entered the infield of the party. With the voice of a bel canto singer, the curtain slowly opened.
Singing and dancing, recitation, guest performances... Each program is carried out according to the prescribed process.
Just after eight o'clock, the unstoppable practice of Wen Ying competition came to the stage every year. That is, before the awards, the organizers will invite some well-respected masters, and then personally present the awards to the players. In order to show respect for the seniors, the places will be randomly allocated, and the contestants will give an impromptu introduction on the spot to invite the presenters.
This was just a little gimmick at first, but if someone is really talented, he speaks beautifully and decently, and is appreciated by famous experts. Naturally, there will be unspeakable benefits in the future.
I looked at Qi Tang sitting in the waiting area from a distance. He took out a small note from his pocket, looked at it, looked at it, and put it back, looking very confident.
Even if I don't know what is written on the note, I can guess that someone like him who is used to cheating must have done everything possible to find out who the honored guest is for him.
At this time, the host on the stage said, "We have the next up-and-coming writer contestant, Qi Tang!"
A round of applause.
Qi Tang seemed to bow to the audience very politely, then stood in front of the microphone, opened the guest list handed over by the host in her hand, and without any hesitation, began to introduce it eloquently.
That confident look made me sneer, took out my phone and sent a text message: "Five minutes later, action."
As soon as Qi Tang finished speaking, even the host couldn't help but boast: "It seems that today's literati are really not to be underestimated, such a good eloquence, fortunately they did the writing work, otherwise they would take a job with us, really Let's applaud Qi Tang again! At the same time, we also welcome his award guests, the well-known writers who have won the three-time Wenying Award champion -- Qiu Hong, Mr. Qiu Lao!"
Immediately, under the spotlight, an old man in a Tang suit and gold-rimmed glasses came on stage, and many contestants left the seat and bowed to him. He has gray hair, but his eyes are like torches. In front of the microphone, he greets the audience with a voice like a bell.
At this time, the host said again: "Okay, then before the awards, let's take a look at a vcr and learn about Qi Tang's creative process."
The lights in the audience slowly dimmed, and the huge LED screen behind them began to play the video.
Originally, this should have been a short video shot by the organizer and the players before the competition. It was half-interview and half-documentary. Unfortunately, what they prepared might not be useful.
With a smile on her face, Qi Tang turned around slowly, looking forward to her perfectly packaged image in the video.
But the screen is always black.
There was a little commotion at the scene.
After ten seconds of blankness, there was finally a little picture.
The scene looked chaotic, like it was taken secretly. The camera kept shaking, and after a while, it was finally rectified. In the center of the picture were two drunken men and a group of scantily clad women. The wine bottles on the table were turned over. A bunch, and loud music.
The scene was whispering.
And Qi Tang, his face was bloodless, and his lips began to tremble, because the person in the picture was him. LC