Then he was overwhelmed by the sight.

Chen Qingluo's eyes were still the same. There was no exaggerated eye shadow or gorgeous contact lenses. She looked at him like a high school girl looking at her classmate. She didn't act pretentious or pretend to be deep. She just stared blankly, losing all her titles.

He looked at it without any meaning, just Chen Qingluo looking at Wang Zixu.

It was clear that 12 years, three months and five days plus one day had passed, but a look in her eyes made him revisit that summer. Only then did he realize that the trivial things about her were so stubborn, so many major life events rolled by, and the memories were gone.

It has become dim and blurry, but I can't forget her sight. The moment they met, I even wanted to say, I'm back.

Unknowingly, Wang Zixu had been standing still for too long, and the host kindly repeated: "Please come to the stage to receive the award."

Some people thought he was shy and applauded him in the audience. Some people murmured, why is this man so arrogant? Isn't it because the pomp is not big enough? Some people saw the joke and said that this man was knocked unconscious by a big prize from the sky.

Yes. Some people say, aren’t these awards all determined by default? What are you pretending to do?

Those who were most surprised and excited were those who knew Wang Zixu. Especially his colleagues in his former unit. They were so noisy that they almost broke the piece. But no matter how much they argued, they could not change the one who won the first place.

The fact is that Wang Zixu is the Wang Zixu everyone knows.

Part of some of the discussion reached Wang Zixu's ears, but he didn't care. At this moment, these things were meaningless. Even the first prize in the literary society had lost its practical significance to him.

He walked towards the stage and met Chen Qingluo's gaze. He wanted to look effortless, as if he had already planned on winning the first prize. In this way, he would be cooler in Chen Qingluo's eyes, at least he would not look so clumsy.

But in retrospect, it was already very uncool for him to live to the age of 30 and still hang out in a small place like Xihe, asking his former high school classmates to give him awards. He was also very depressed and wanted to run away, but unfortunately

Can't run.

He began to regret why he didn't change into something more decent like the others. His clothes were wrinkled and out of shape, as if he had just participated in a basketball game.

Chen Qingluo stood on the stage, secretly tearing her lower lip with her teeth. There was Wang Zixu in her eyes.

She tried hard to put on a majestic posture befitting her status as a special guest, put on a straight smile on her face, and tried not to raise the corners of her mouth too high, but after a while the muscles on her face stiffened.

She didn't know whether to put her hands in front of her or behind her, whether to put her weight on her left foot or her right foot, not sure how she should react when Wang Zixu walked up to her, or whether she should talk to him.

In short, her mind went blank, and she only felt that she must look stupid, and that she would be exposed to Wang Zixu in a while. Wang Zixu, please come up quickly, I am going to die.

The distance between the two people only seemed very long in their world. In the eyes of the spectators, Wang Zixu finally stood on the stage, face to face with Chen Qingluo. He was 1.79 meters tall without shoes, but with shoes on

He was over 1.8 meters tall, and Chen Qingluo was 1.6 meters tall. She could only look up at him.

The prince opened his mouth slightly in a dull manner, wanting to say hello, telling her that he had not forgotten her, and at the same time asking if she had forgotten him, but he felt as if his throat was blocked by something and could not make a sound. Chen Qingluo also

Staring at him without saying a word. The two of them were probably waiting for each other to speak first. The etiquette lady next to them came over at the right time, took Wang Zixu's arm and gently pushed him to a position where the camera could better see it, and whispered to him to stand

Just be here.

Wang Zixu looked back at Chen Qingluo in despair. He found that she was looking at him with similar eyes, and their eyes met again. Wang Zixu felt his heart beat slowly for half a beat.

He wanted to know: Does she still remember me?

Zhao Peilin said that Chen Qingluo patted the table with Professor Zhong for his manuscript. From this point, it can be inferred that she still remembered him. However, she did not call him after patting the table. She obviously only wanted to borrow the Ning Chun Banquet.

The phone was fine as soon as it was used, but she didn't call. From this point of view, she didn't necessarily remember him.

She should not remember him. After so many years, she has not lived a bleak life like his for ten years. Her life is so rich and colorful. What kind of idiot would do two things to her?

My high school classmate who sat at the same table for 12 years has been thinking about it for twelve years...she must not remember it.

But it's impossible to say that she doesn't remember anything. She should still remember a little bit, but it's definitely not as much or as rich as his memory.

He still remembered walking with her on the playground several times, and her neat sideburns and white neck were all vividly imprinted in his mind. He could even accurately tell whether the temperature that day was cold or hot, and the wind blowing in his face carried

What kind of flower fragrance? What class had the teacher just taught at that time? What was taught in the class? He wrote something between the lines, which made her laugh, even though it only lasted for 0.5 seconds...

He once thought that these memories that were not condensed in photo albums would be gradually forgotten. Unexpectedly, now that he is 30, the most unforgettable things in life are these trivial things. These things are stronger than he imagined and have formed the underlying code of his person.

It is where he comes from and what he is going for.

Sometimes caring too much about a person will make him crazy. Maybe he has already gone crazy without even realizing it. Normally, who makes 6 million yuan by winning the Nobel Prize for Literature? He has been planning for many years

, maybe just to mention it with a smile when we meet her again, you know? We all still have 50 chances to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. This is the reason why he is standing here.

Unfortunately, time has changed and he no longer has the chance to say "I miss you".

The host interrupted his thoughts: "Please ask our guests to present the award to the author."

The etiquette lady came over carrying a tray, in which lay a medal. It was silver, made of unknown material, and had a bright red ribbon.

Chen Qingluo took out the medal from the tray, held a head on the strap with each hand, looked up at the tower-like Wang Zixu, and was confused for a while. The etiquette girl next to her wanted to come up to help, but she stared back.

She walked up to Wang Zixu and stood up on tiptoes. Wang Zixu lowered his head cooperatively. She put her hands on his shoulders as if tying a tie on him, and closed her hands behind his neck.

This was the closest the two of them had been in so many years, and it was also one of the few physical contacts they had in so many years. He was greedy for the warmth of her breath, and wanted to keep this moment forever, and then suddenly he heard her whisper:

"You've grown taller."

Wang Zixu's body was shaken.

"But why are you so tall? You're in trouble."

Wang Zixu thought he was hallucinating. He turned his head in shock and saw Chen Qingluo's rolling eyes, with only herself in her eyes. Meeting his gaze, she immediately rolled her eyes at him.

Chen Qingluo quickly stepped away and returned to his expressionless state, as calm as if everything that had just happened was his imagination. Only the medal hanging impartially on Wang Zixu's chest was left.

"..."

The small movements of the two were very well controlled. Even though there were thousands of eyes staring at them, the eye contact between them was not noticed by the third person.

Wang Zixu turned around and saw Ning Chunyan looking at him, waving his fist at him to congratulate him. Then he saw Lin Feng, who was staring at him with extremely surprised eyes, his eyes seemed to be asking "

Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The prince returned a slightly apologetic look, planning to explain to him later.

Of course, the one with the most surprised eyes was Diao Yiwen next to him. The girl's face was red, and it seemed that she could not accept losing to him. The look in her eyes when she looked at Wang Zixu had a strange meaning, which was quite intriguing, but Wang Zixu was too lazy to think about it.

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Li Tingfang walked to the podium and began to speak. The host walked to Wang Zixu and whispered: "Are you ready to speak?"

Wang Zixu was stunned: "What speech?"

The host said: "The senior leader will speak later. After the senior leader has finished speaking, I will have a simple interview with you."

Wang Zixu asked: "What are the main aspects?"

The host smiled and said: "It's mainly things that everyone wants to know, such as when did you start writing, how many years have you been writing, what do you plan to do with the bonus after you get it, etc. I will always control the pace of the topic,

Don't talk about sensitive topics, and don't take the topic too far."

After saying that, she looked back at Chen Qingluo, who was a typical negative teaching material.

Wang Zixu nodded, looking very well-behaved.

Shen Jianqiu's speech was not lengthy. The interview mentioned by the host began immediately. The stage was handed over to him. His seat was placed in the most conspicuous place under the lights. When he lowered his head, he could see the large space in the first row.

member’s forehead.

This was the first time that Wang Zixu spoke in such a big scene. He wanted to laugh when he thought that he was standing here in wrinkled clothes and making the entire serious scene look so unserious.

He saw Zhang Qianzheng staring at him in the second row with a complicated expression. This woman might still be thinking about some terrible things, but he didn't care anymore. His mood suddenly became very good, he was no longer afraid of anything, and he no longer hated anything.

No one will curse this world.

The host said: "Hello Wang Zixu, you won the first prize of the Xihe Literary Society today. Everyone wants to know you. When did you start writing?"

Wang Zixu said: "Third grade."

The host asked: "Did you start trying to write so early?"

"The teacher forced me to write a composition. I didn't try it on my own initiative."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience. The host stared at him, are you serious?

What did you just say not to be too outrageous?

"Then when did you take the initiative to try writing and do some serious writing?"

"Twelve years, three months and five days ago."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

The host asked: "So accurate?"

Wang Zixu said: "Accuracy is the first requirement of writing."

The host started to sweat on his forehead and asked: "What motivates you to write?"

Wang Zixu said: "The royalties."

Another burst of laughter.

The host asked: "Apart from the royalties?"

"There should be some other reasons, but I can't say it openly, but the main reason is the royalties."

There was another burst of laughter from the audience. The host's scalp went numb and he said dryly: "At least you sound honest."

"Honesty is one of the most valuable qualities of a writer."

After Wang Zixu finished speaking, Ning Chunyan covered his mouth and laughed. This sentence was exactly the same as what Chen Qingluo said in the previous interview. The host did not dare to ask any more questions. If he continued to ask questions, it would be another Chen Qingluo-level live broadcast disaster.

"The judges and teachers commented that your writing is as sharp as a knife and as elegant as a painting. What are your unique tips for improving your writing?"

Wang Zixu thought for a while and said, "Lovelorn."
To be continued...