Moonlight Variations - Chapter 145

After Hiukawa was full of tenderness and comfort, the princess carried Chuli into the bathroom, and was about to carry through the image of a gentle and good man to the end, the person hanging around his neck timely asked him to make him want to throw her into the bathtub. Li drowned: “Teacher, do you think your father will show up and encourage his son on the day of the Huazhi Award Ceremony?”

Hikawa: “…”

Hiukawa bent over and shoved Chuli into the bathtub gently, “Thank you for the question, I just asked for sick leave when you asked me like this…”

Chuli was originally aching all over, but now he fell into the bathtub, his whole bones were evacuated, and he squinted lazily: “Look at you with such a talent, a 30-year-old man, just mention your dad. Like a mouse meeting a cat…”

Hiukawa opened the shower and slapped Chuli’s face blankly.

Chuli spit out a mouthful of water: “If you can’t say it, just do it!”

Hiukawa threw the shower, bent down and put his hands beside the bathtub, and leaned a little closer to Chuli: “It’s already very gentle without putting your head in the water. m.Mobile net”

“You were not like this when you were in bed just now. To coax me to open my legs, you called me a baby.”

“What the man on the bed says is trustworthy, and the sow goes up the tree.” The man stretched out his hand and nodded the tip of Chuli’s nose, and said shamelessly and shamelessly, “Teach you a lesson, no money.”

First gift: “…”

Squatting in the bathtub, Chuli seriously pondered the difference between her and Shirakawa before and after being together, but after thinking about it, her answer was “It seems that there is no difference”… The only difference is that she can We met in a frank and frank way–

Uh.

When Chuli was thinking about this question, the man behind him was busy using the beef tendon he didn’t know where to get her, and he tied her loose hair; then he used a bath ball full of foam on her. He rubbed the pigskin on his arm twice; when Chuli grinned, he reached out and pulled the pigtail on the back of her head, and said in a rough voice: “Turn around and wipe your back.”

Chuli closed her eyes and turned around. When the man wiped her back hard, she touched his face with two backhands.

Then the hand was caught by a big hand covered with bubbles and still carrying the temperature. The man turned over her hand and kissed her palm. His tone was still bad: “Don’t move, don’t look at it. Click it all!”

Chuli, who was sitting with his back to him, lifted his lips from an invisible angle and grinned. Without knowing what he was happy about, he began to enjoy herself—as if she had a threat to take her head. Pushing the boyfriend in the bathtub is what a thing to be proud of.

“Hikawa.”

“Um.”

“Hirukawa.”

“Um……”

“Hikawa, Hikawa?”

“Um?”

The tone rose slightly, with an impatient warning.

With his back frustrated, Chu Li slightly narrowed his eyes: “I will accompany you on Sunday? That flower award, the award ceremony.”

“Of course you want to go.” Zhouchuan patted her head, “Isn’t it the editor of “The Book of Luohe”?”

“It’s not just because of this, I can’t get this award, I want to watch it next to you, and witness something with my own eyes-your success, or the road you haven’t finished yet.”

The big hand on her head paused, then the man messed up her hair: “Know, got it, watch it…your husband’s highlight moment, and then you will cherish my pity even more.”

“…”

…

A few days later.

On Sunday, the anticipation of Chuli and the disgust of Hirukawa finally came.

Chuli still remembers that it was September 2014. The early autumn morning, the weather was clear and the wind was whistling. She and Hiukawa at the door of the house were noisy about whether to wear a suit or not with running shoes.

Jiukawa thinks that sitting with a group of bad old men and listening to those clichés is enough. The only thing that can be seen when the camera is swept away is also wearing a suit and leather shoes. Isn’t it desperate?

Chuli believes that if you look at the literary circle, you will never find a more formal occasion than the “Swiss Award Ceremony”. Let’s not say whether you will win the prize. If you really win the prize, you will go up to receive it. Award, a slip of formal wear lined up, just you wear a pair of running shoes, think about it embarrassing or not?

Ergouzi thinks, what time is this, can you two go?

The entire dispute lasted for half an hour.

Half an hour ago, Chuli never thought that she would have such a boring time in her life-with a man, arguing with a pair of running shoes and a pair of leather shoes for half an hour and could not stop… How stupid it really is How stupid.

Chu Li: “I will grow old in the future. Before I die, I will definitely regret the half-hour of meaningless life I wasted with you.”

Shirakawa sneered: “Don’t worry, you will have Alzheimer’s disease by then, and you can think of it as a fart.”

So even though the time was wasted, Chuli still couldn’t twist Hirukawa. After half an hour, he watched him put on his running shoes, pulled off his tie and the collar of his shirt, and “hummed” like a victorious Jin. The peacock walks away with its head up and chest tall…

But Chuli was forcibly dragged onto his sloppy sports car. The man climbed onto the driver’s seat with his long legs. An ankle was exposed between his suit pants and running shoes. Chuli frowned when he looked at it and said, “Take a mirror. Take the photo, you look at you, like a gangster.”

Shirakawa fastened her seat belt: “I see, Mom.”

Chuli reached out and slapped him on the head.

……Fortunately, although the punks look like dangling, they still have basic etiquette and punctuality. They stepped on the gas pedal to the end, and stepped on the city speed limit and the highest speed to drive to the venue of the Huazhi Award ceremony——

It was in the business banquet hall of a high-end club. By the time Chuli and they arrived, various bigwigs had already arrived…In Chuli’s view, the kind of literary temperament really exists. Old teachers. Dressed in formal attire, talking and laughing, and the silly thing next to her is not a dimensional creature at all.

Chuli glanced at Shirakawa.

Hikawa: “What do you dislike?”

Chu Li: “I haven’t spoken yet.”

Hirukawa: “I know what you want to do when you push your **** down, the way the mouse fell into the oil tank.”

First gift: “…”

Hiukawa handed out Chuli and his invitation, and the two entered the venue side by side.

Once you enter the venue, you must be seated in the prescribed order. Hiukawa is the nominated author of the work. Chuli is just a small editor. Of course, the two will not sit together. Hiukawa is in the very front row. The table, the kind with the famous brand on the table.

Chuli sat down in the back row for the dedicated work and rest of the onlookers. After watching the surroundings, he did not see Zhou Guxuan appearing——

In fact, this time Gu Xuan did not participate in the competition, 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.

My son has finally been shortlisted for something. As a novel based on the Internet, “The Book of Luohe” shortlisted for the Huazhi Award is already a milestone in history. Regardless of whether he wins the award or not, Hikawa will be honored in one…

On such an important occasion, Zhou Guxuan, as the father of the same company, did not show up?

Chuli sat in her place, and stared at the entrance direction of the door unwillingly until the second before the award ceremony, until the entrance was confirmed to be closed, the mobile phone in her hand vibrated, she lowered her head and glanced, it was from the day. A text message from Chuan——

[Actor teacher: Don’t look around, the old man won’t come, it has nothing to do with him. 】

Chuli pressed down the phone and looked at the direction of Shirakawa… The tall young figure sitting in the front, with broad shoulders and a straight waist, seemed to be able to feel the worry cast on him at this moment. Looking at him, he raised his hand without looking back and made an “ok” gesture.

He was sitting in the first row of the traditional writer teacher, indeed a little out of place——

It seemed to be very lonely.

Chuli changed his sitting posture, and for the first time in so long, I felt that I had some understanding of Hiukawa’s ideas: in different circles in the same industry, a brave pioneer is always needed to break this embarrassment, and this pioneer must be lonely. And great.

Right now, Hiukawa is playing such a role.

[The navy invited by the monkey: Teacher 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 Chuli returned the message, looking at the first row of men in front of them while the Chairman of the National Writers Association and the director of the Huazhi Award Judging Committee were speaking on stage, they bent down and hid their mobile phone under the table to secretly read her text messages, like a middle school student in class. It’s like a small difference.

Chuli curled his lips.

After the short speech, the media camera equipment, live broadcast and relay equipment at the scene turned to the direction of the authors-this time there are 30 finalists, and there will be five final winners, and 30 at this time All the shortlisted and nominated authors are present, ranging from gray-haired to young and strong.

There are five places, and the authority of the National Writers Association will take the stage one by one, read the award speech, and present this award symbolizing the highest honor of the domestic novel carrier 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 Tomb Keeper.” “The Night Sky of Daocheng” has become the heir of the pastoralist style of works.

Time passed by every minute.

It was nothing more than torture for the author, relatives and friends of the author present, but also for the first ceremony. She had to open the live broadcast platform to watch the award ceremony scene, and watch the barrage to relax…

[It’s okay, there are still four in the first one. To be honest, I think “The Book of Luohe” should be stable. 】

[I rely on I don’t know that the Huazhi Award can have five places each time. 】

[To be honest, I just want to see what Hiukawa looks like. I hope I can give a shot? 】

[Hhhhhhhh look forward to, look forward to Hiukawa winning the prize, and finally have the opportunity to see his true face. 】

[…It’s not for Hikawa that I don’t care about this kind of stuff. Now, it’s okay. I was nominated for Amway’s many books all at once, and I was madly stuffing books into my shopping cart! 】

[Wait for me upstairs, I am also crazily stuffing books——]

[Ah, I too…]

Among the netizens watching the live broadcast, the second and third winners have already appeared. When they heard the name of their work being sung, the joy on their faces could not be concealed. Ten years of sharpening a sword is only for this. towards–

This is the glory of a lifetime, as the best answer to the identity of “writer”.

Before the announcement of the fourth place, Chuli became nervous and uneasy until the judges opened the award speech. The first sentence was “He has always been a supporter of realistic literary thought.” Chuli’s stretched neck shrank and it was difficult. He let out a restrained sigh.

Not Hikawa.

At this time, on the mobile phone in hand, various [gg] [nothing] on the live broadcast platform [in fact, the first one should be gone, after all, it is a gimmick] [the last one is also a gimmick] The barrage is full of mobile phones… …

On Weibo, the topic of #早川 Whether可以把回花枝奖杯# was also raised high, the discussion was steadily rising, with mixed praise and criticism. The scenery was the same for a time, and it was indeed overwhelmed by Jiang Yucheng…

It’s just that Chuli looked upset, turned the phone over and buckled it, and raised his head to look at the man sitting in the forefront—seeing that his back was still sitting on the chair, his legs bent, his fingers bent, regular Knocking on the table in front of you…

Chuli squeezed the phone in his hand.

Since the college entrance examination results, she hasn’t been so nervous for a long time. The last time she felt this suffocating tension was one second before the online pre-sale of “The Book of Luohe” opened——

The fourth prize-winning author stepped down.

The teacher in charge of the last award speech stepped onto 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.

Chuli thought irritably in his heart: I really appreciate the reminder, I’m so nervous.

I saw the teacher who read the award slowly opened the envelope in his hand, first glanced at the name of the winner, he smiled mysteriously, and made the atmosphere of the scene alive like an Oscar award ceremony… Under everyone’s gaze, slowly read out——

“He is an outstanding representative of contemporary young literary writers, and is synonymous with Oriental fantasy and romantic novels… At the age of sixteen, he completed the first 300,000-word novel with draft paper and pen in the classroom, and published his own novel at the age of seventeen. The first novel–

Along the way, I have been honored and questioned;

I have seen the vastness of the blue sky, and there are flocks of birds flying;

I have seen the despair of the boundless purgatory, and there is the backbone of the literati who want to break the paragraph…”

Chuli turned over the phone clasped on his leg with a trembling hand.

On the live broadcast platform, various [666666666] are so densely brushed that the live broadcast pictures and subtitles are not visible at all.

The writer and teacher standing on the stage said the long award speech before announcing–

“The last winner of this year’s Huazhi Award, Hikawa, the winning work, “The Book of Luohe”.”

The author has something to say: I really don’t want to hide it, I originally didn’t want to give Hikawa this prize to 2333333333.

For fear of being beaten to death, forget it.

Well, we will be on vacation tomorrow.

I try not to make it longer for three days. It’s even better if it’s a thousand days.