After Hiukawa's incident, the princess, who was full of tenderness and comfort, entered the bathroom with her first gift in her arms, and was about to carry out the image of a gentle and good man to the end, when the person hanging around his neck asked a question in a timely manner that made him want to throw her into the bathtub Li drowned in the words: "Teacher, do you think that on the day of the Huazhi Awards Ceremony, your father will appear and give some loving encouragement to his son?"
Hiukawa: "..."
Hiukawa bent down, and shoved Chuli into the bathtub in a not-so-gentle manner: "Thank you for your question, I might as well ask for sick leave the day you asked me that..."
Chu Li was originally sore all over, but now he fell into the bathtub, his whole body seemed to be loose, and he narrowed his eyes lazily: "Look at your talent, you are already in your thirties. Like a mouse meeting a cat..."
Hiukawa turned on the shower, and slapped Chu Li's face expressionlessly—
Chu Li spit out a mouthful of water "Bah bah": "If you can't say it, then do it!"
Hiukawa threw the shower, bent down and put his hands on the side of the bathtub, and moved a little closer to Chuli: "It's already very gentle without putting your head in the water."
"You were not like this when you were on the bed just now. To coax me to open your legs, you called me baby."
"You can believe what the man on the bed says, even sows climb trees." The man stretched out his hand and tapped the tip of Chu Li's nose, and said slowly, shamelessly and rascally, "I will teach you a lesson, no money is required."
First ceremony: "..."
Squatting in the bathtub, Chu Li seriously thought about the difference between before and after she and Hiukawa were together, but after thinking about it, her answer was "there seems to be no difference"... The only difference is being able to speak with reason way to be honest—
Uh.
When Chu Li was thinking about this question, the man behind him was busy using the tendon he got out of nowhere to tie up her scattered hair; She rubbed her arm twice vigorously like pigskin; when Chu Li grinned, he reached out and pulled the braid at the back of her head, and said in a rough voice, "Turn around and wipe your back."
Chu Li turned around with her eyes closed, and when the man wiped her back vigorously, she groped his face twice with her backhand.
Then her hand was grabbed by a big hand covered with bubbles and still warm, the man turned over her hand, kissed her palm, and said in a bad tone: "Don't move around, don't look at her a few times Order everything!"
Chu Li, who was sitting with his back to him, curled his lips at an angle he couldn't see, and grinned, he didn't know what he was happy for, so he just laughed on his own—as if he had someone threatening to knock her head down What a proud thing to be with your boyfriend in the bathtub.
"Hikawa."
"Um."
"Hikawa."
"Um… "
"Hikawa, Hikawa?"
"Um?"
The tone rose slightly, with an impatient warning.
Chu Li narrowed his eyes slightly because his back was so bruised: "I'll accompany you on Sunday? The flower branch award, the award ceremony."
"Of course you are going." Hiukawa patted her on the head, "Aren't you the editor in charge of "Luohe Divine Book"?"
"It's not just because of this, whether I can win this award or not, I want to watch by your side and witness something with my own eyes—your success, or the road you haven't walked yet."
The big hand pressing on her head paused for a moment, and then the man ruffled her hair: "I see, I see, let's watch... your husband's highlight moments, and then you will cherish my pity even more."
"..."
…
After a few days.
Sunday finally arrived amid the expectations of Chu Li and the disgust of Hiukawa.
Chu Li still remembers that it was September 2014, the morning of early autumn, the weather was clear and the wind was blowing, she and Hiukawa were arguing at the door of their house over the matter of "whether a suit can be worn with running shoes"—
Hiukawa thought that sitting with a group of bad old men and listening to those clichés was enough, and the only thing to see was wearing a suit and leather shoes and looking like an old man. Wouldn't it be hopeless
Chu Li believes that if you look at the writing circle, you can’t find a more formal occasion than the "Blossom Award Ceremony". Let’s not talk about whether you will win the award. Awards, a row of formal clothes lined up, just you wearing a pair of running shoes, think about it, is it embarrassing
Er Gouzi thinks, what time is it, can you two still leave
The whole dispute lasted for half an hour.
Just half an hour ago, Chu Li would never have imagined that she would still be so boring in her life - arguing with a man over a pair of running shoes and a pair of leather shoes for half an hour... how stupid and stupid it really is .
Chu Li: "When I get old, before I die, I will definitely regret the half hour of my meaningless life I once wasted with you."
Hiukawa snorted: "Don't worry, you will have Alzheimer's disease by then, and you can't remember it."
So even though time wasted, Chu Li still couldn't turn around Hiukawa. After half an hour, he still watched him put on his running shoes, pull off his tie and the collar of his shirt, and after a "hum", he looked like a winning gold medal. A peacock walks away with its head held high and its chest high...
As for Chu Li, he forcibly dragged him into his flamboyant sports car. The man climbed onto the driver's seat with long legs, and an ankle was exposed between the suit pants and running shoes. Chu Li frowned when he saw it: "Take a mirror." Take a photo, look at you, you look like a rascal."
Hiukawa skillfully fastened her seat belt: "Understood, Mom."
Chu Li reached out and hit him on the head.
… Fortunately, although the little gangster looks like a fool, he still has basic etiquette and punctuality. He stepped on the accelerator and drove all the way to the venue of the Huazhi Awards Ceremony at the top speed of the city speed limit—
It was in the business banquet hall of a high-end club. When Chuli and the others arrived, various bigwigs had already arrived... From Chuli's point of view, such a thing as literati temperament really exists. Dressed in formal attire, chatting and laughing happily, she is a creature of a completely different dimension from the idle thing beside her.
Chu Li glanced at Hiukawa.
Hiukawa: "What do you dislike?"
Chu Li: "I haven't even spoken yet."
Hiukawa: "I know what you want to do with your ass pouted, the appearance of a mouse falling into an oil tank."
First ceremony: "..."
Hiukawa handed out Chuli and his own invitation, and the two entered the venue side by side.
Once you enter the venue, you have to be seated in accordance with the prescribed order. Hiukawa is the nominated author of the work, and Chu Li is just a small editor. Of course, the two will not sit together. Hiukawa's seat is in the very front row. A table, the kind with a name tag on it.
Chu Li sat down in the back row for the onlookers to rest, looked around carefully, and indeed did not see Zhou Guxuan appearing—
In fact, this time, Zhou Guxuan did not have any works to participate in, and the Huazhi Award is an event jointly organized by the National Writers Association. As the vice chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, he does not have to attend...
But.
It was hard for my son to be shortlisted or something. As a novel with the Internet as the main carrier, "Luohe Shenshu" was shortlisted for the Huazhi Award, which is already a milestone in history.
On such an important occasion, Gu Xuan, the father who was traveling with him, did not show up
Chu Li sat in her seat and stared at the entrance of the gate until the second before the awards ceremony started. When the entrance was confirmed to be closed, the mobile phone in her hand vibrated. She lowered her head and glanced. A text message from Chuan—
[Teacher Actor: Don't look around, that old man won't come, and it has nothing to do with him.]
Chu Li pressed the phone and looked in the direction of Hiukawa... The tall and young figure sitting in the front, with broad shoulders and a straight waist, seems to be able to feel the worried gaze cast on him from behind at this moment , He raised his hand without looking back, and made an "OK" gesture.
Sitting in the first row among the traditional writer teachers, he really looked a bit out of place—
It seems to be very lonely.
Chuli changed his sitting position, and for the first time in a long time, he felt that he seemed to understand Hiukawa's thoughts: the industry is different, and to break this embarrassment, a brave pioneer is always needed, and this pioneer must be lonely and great.
Right now, Hiukawa is playing such a role.
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Mr. Actor, I suddenly changed my opinion—at this moment, in my eyes, you are much better than other teachers. I don’t mean one person, I mean everyone here.]
After Chu Li replied to the message, he looked at the man in the first row in front of him, taking advantage of the chairman of the National Writers Association and the director of this year's Huazhi Award judging committee to speak on the stage, bent down and hid his phone under the table to secretly read her text messages, like a middle school student in class It's like deserting.
Chu Li raised the corners of her lips.
After the brief speech, the media camera equipment, live broadcast, and relay equipment where the scene was located turned to the direction of the authors—there were a total of 30 shortlisted authors this time, and there will be five final winners, and at this time 30 finalists All nominated authors are here, ranging from white-haired to young and strong.
For five places, the authority of the National Writers Association came to the stage one by one, read the award speech, and awarded the award, which symbolizes the highest honor of the carrier of domestic novels, to the award-winning author—
The first place was announced to a gray-haired elderly writer. In the award speech, he was called "Shen Congwen's Gravekeeper". The article "Night Sky in Daocheng" has become the heir of the school of pastoral works. Labalaba'...
Time passed by every minute and every second.
It was nothing more than a torture for the authors, relatives and friends present, and it was the same for the first ceremony. She had to turn on the live broadcast platform to watch the awards ceremony, and watch the barrage to relax...
[It's okay, the first one didn't win and there are four more. To be honest, I think "Luohe Divine Book" should be stable.]
[Damn, I didn't even know that the Huazhi Award could have five places each time.]
[To be honest, I just want to see what Hikawa looks like, and I hope I can show him a shot?]
[hhhhhhhh looking forward to, looking forward to Hiukawa's award, and finally have the opportunity to see his true face in Lushan.]
[… It’s not because of Hiukawa that I don’t care about this kind of stuff, this is all right, I was shortlisted and nominated for a lot of books, and I’m frantically stuffing books into my shopping cart!]
[Wait for me upstairs, I'm also writing like crazy—]
[Ah, me too...]
Among the laughing and laughing netizens who watched the live broadcast, the second and third winners had already appeared. When they heard the name of their work being sung, the joy on their faces could not be concealed. towards-
This is the honor of a lifetime, as the best answer to the identity of a "writer".
Before the fourth quota was announced, Chu Li began to feel nervous until the judges opened the award speech. The first sentence was "He has always been a supporter of the realistic literary trend." A suppressed sigh came out.
Not Hiukawa.
At this time, on the mobile phone in hand, all kinds of [GG] [gone] [in fact, the first one is gone, it should be gone, after all, it’s a gimmick] [the last one is also a gimmick] The phone is full of bullet screens...
On Weibo, the topic of #日川可能推回花枝奖条# was also highly discussed, and the discussion rate was rising steadily, with mixed praise and criticism. For a while, the scenery was unparalleled, and it really overwhelmed Jiang Yucheng again...
It's just that Chu Li was upset by watching, so he turned the phone over and buttoned it, and then raised his head to look at the man sitting in the front—seeing that his back was motionless and sitting on the chair, he crossed his legs, curled his fingers, and spoke regularly. Tapping on the table in front of me...
Chu Li squeezed the phone tightly in his hand.
She hasn't been this nervous for a long time since checking her grades in the college entrance examination. The last time she felt this suffocating tension was the second before the online pre-sale of "Luohe Divine Book" opened—
The fourth winning author steps down.
The teacher who was in charge of the last award speech came to the stage, and first smiled at the piles of authors in the audience: "The remaining twenty-six authors should be very nervous."
There was a harmonious laughter at the scene.
Chu Li thought irritably in his heart: Thank you for reminding me, I was so nervous that I was about to die.
I saw the teacher who read out the award speech slowly opened the envelope in his hand, glanced at the winner's name first, he laughed mysteriously, and made the atmosphere of the scene like an Oscar awards ceremony... and then all Under the gaze of people, slowly read—
"He is an outstanding representative of contemporary youth literature writers, and he is the only synonym for oriental fantasy romance novels... At the age of sixteen, he completed his first novel of 300,000 words with scratch paper and pen in class, and published his first novel at the age of seventeen. a novel—
Along the way, we have been honored and questioned;
I have seen the vastness of the blue sky, and there are flocks of birds soaring;
I have seen the despair of the boundless purgatory, and there are thousands of people who want to break the backbone of a literati..."
With trembling hands, Chu Li turned over the phone clasped on his lap.
On the live broadcast platform, all kinds of [666666666] were brushed so densely that the live broadcast screen and subtitles could not be seen at all.
The writer teacher standing on the stage finished his long award speech before announcing—
"The last winner of this year's Huazhi Award, Zhou Chuan, the winning work, "Luohe Divine Book"."