Has the sick and weak attack lost its horse today?

The award ceremony of the No.11 Hundred Flowers Youth Literature Award was held in the snow-covered city of snow, and the ground was covered with heavy snow, as if to welcome this group of talents and beauties from all over the world.

A man with an Asian face was parked by the long river that is not frozen all year round, attracting the attention of many passers-by.

Most young people are particularly afraid of the cold, and they wear thicker clothes than others. It is not enough to wear a down jacket, and they also wear a furry scarf around their necks, lest they get a little wind, but even so, the young people's faces There was no blood on her face, but she was so pale that she almost merged with this snow city. Her exquisite facial features gave off a typical oriental beauty, but she didn't look weak. When you laugh, you feel the horror of being stared at by a fox.

"Douneed help?"

"Thanks. I am waiting for my friend." Yan Ge continued to reject the nth person who asked him if he needed help, and in his heart he delayed his nurse and assistant countless times.

Fortunately, a few minutes later, a young man carrying a big suitcase and a small bag finally rushed to Yan Gexu, and almost fell into a shit in front of him, and asked him cautiously: "Brother Xu, I'm sorry, I, I, I didn't mean to be late." Yes, the luggage is a bit too much."

"I told you to bring less things, did you listen?" Yan Gexu glanced at him lightly, although it was not in a blameful tone, but it still almost scared the little assistant to tears, he heard that he had already been replaced by the other party The eighth nurse and assistant.

"But, but, Brother Xu, you are not in good health... Mr. Yan asked me to bring all kinds of things..." The little assistant looks weak, but the little assistant who has gone through many tests is very capable. Even though he was dragging his luggage, he still had his hands free to take care of Yan Gexu's wheelchair.

After entering the hotel arranged by the organizer, I finally felt the heat blowing towards my face. Yan Gexu took advantage of the assistant to check in, and slowly took off the scarf and coat by himself. Before taking off a few pieces, he heard someone behind him scream : "Hey, isn't this Teacher Yan? Why is he still in a wheelchair? The organizer is really serious. Teacher Yan is not in good health, so there is no need to invite Teacher Yan to be an audience."

Yan Ge knew who it was even if he didn't turn around and listen to Tiao Tiao here.

The other party was wearing a button-down jacket with a touch of Chinese style, holding a paper fan, and swayed towards Yan Gexu in front of Yan Gexu.

"Teacher Wang Du." Yan Gexu looked up at him lazily, and said with a smile, "I am surprised to see you here. Isn't this the Youth Literature Award? How old are you this year? It's almost forty." ? Teacher Wang is really old-hearted, I admire him."

Wang Du's face turned blue, and he almost gritted his teeth. Judging from his works, Wang Du can be regarded as a well-known writer. His parents are both old writers from the Writers Association, but his words sound like public knowledge. The group that young people like, Yan Gexu has met the other party several times at the scene of several activities, and for some reason, he was regarded as an imaginary enemy by the other party.

"When did the Hundred Flowers Literary Award become a place where even youngsters with few books can come?" Wang Du looked at him condescendingly, and said with a smirk, "You are the same face, with a vase."

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm pretty self-aware of my appearance." Yan Ge continued to stretch, and stood up while leaning on the armrest of the wheelchair. He was immediately taller than Wang Du by half a head. After taking off his down jacket, the young man's body It was a well-tailored suit, which set off a pair of straight long legs and a thin waist.

"Hey, I'm a little tired from the wheelchair. Isn't Teacher Wang Du going to the awards ceremony now? Go quickly, lest there are no seats left for you."

Wang Du smiled proudly when he mentioned this. His parents were both special guests, and he reserved a seat in the VIP seats, unlike some new star authors who just received an invitation letter and wanted to grab a front seat when they arrived at the scene .

"It's not for Mr. Yan to worry about it. On the contrary, Mr. Yan is not afraid that he can only sit in the corner when he comes so late?" Wang Du puffed out his chest.

Yan Gexu meekly stepped aside and said with a smile, "Yes, I can only sit in the corner. After all, my wheelchair is quite in the way."

"If your mouth is not so poisonous, maybe I can arrange a VIP seat for you because you are a disadvantaged group." Wang Du swallowed heavily.

"No need, I prefer the corner." Yan Gexu leaned against the wall leisurely and took a gesture of seeing off the guests.

The little assistant came over after checking in, and saw Yan Gexu standing, circling him in a panic, buzzing like a little bee: "Brother Xu, please take a wheelchair, please, the doctor said you need to rest Yes, it's better to say that if Mr. Yan finds out that you went abroad to attend the awards ceremony, Mr. Yan will definitely scold me to death, Brother Xu..."

The little assistant was almost crying.

"Okay, why panic. I'm not in such a bad state, don't cry like a mourner. If my brother scolds you, I'll take care of it." Yan Ge continued to look at Wang Du's back, and couldn't help but reveal an inexplicable smile , asked the little assistant: "After all, if the winners of the gold medals don't come to participate, do you think the organizers are embarrassed?"

"The winner of this year's Hundred Flowers Youth Literature Gold Award is - from China - a 23-year-old talented young writer - Yan Gexu!"

Yan Gexu, who was about to fall asleep waiting in the background, couldn't help but slander when he heard his name. Whether it's a foreign or domestic event, this kind of award ceremony likes to play tricks.

Yan Ge continued to accept the award from the chairman of the selection committee, and stood in front of the podium holding the somewhat heavy trophy.

Backstage pushed the wheelchair and waited for his little assistant to sweat. Although Brother Xu said he was fine, his condition after the long-distance flight was very bad. When he got off the plane, Yan Gexu had some difficulty breathing. He stayed in the hotel to participate in the award presentation. During the ceremony, there was no water or rice for almost [-] hours, and he kept saying that he couldn't eat.

But the man standing on the stage was still in good spirits, fluent English flowed out of his mouth, the assistant understood some of them, and some didn't, but this still didn't stop him from feeling that the people on stage would shine.

"I heard that the faces of Asians are the same to many friends from other places, and they are prone to face blindness. To be honest, I also think that it should be difficult to recognize me in a crowd, like me and the same people from Teacher Wang Du in China is often misunderstood at events, and just now a staff member asked me if he would take me to the VIP seats, and I said no, I will go directly to the backstage.” Yan Ge continued to look at the faces of the audience The livid Wang Du spread his hands, and with an innocent tone, made a harmless joke, which made the judges and other invited writers chuckle.

"...Although we come from different countries and write in different languages, I believe that literature is common. Because of my illness, I don't have many opportunities to come out to play, so I would like to thank this Hundred Flowers Youth Award. This is my It’s the farthest time I’ve been out, and I may not have the chance to play at the Hundred Flowers Awards again, because there are too many excellent writer friends from all over the world.”

"But I still feel very, very moved standing here, because it means that no matter how my body deteriorates and how I am trapped in a corner, through your words and works, I can embrace the freedom of my soul."

After Yan Gexu left the stage, the audience still applauded. Yan Ge continued to tell the story about himself and literature. This young talented writer has a very simple and sincere understanding of literature.

The little assistant understood half of it, but still put on a coat for him with red eyes, and said, "Brother Xu, you are the best, and you will still win prizes."

"Who said I won't win prizes in the future?" Yan Ge continued to shrug his shoulders, throwing the overwhelming trophy to the assistant at any time.

"But you, you just said that if your health deteriorates in the future... woo woo woo woo... You also said that you should not win awards again..." The little assistant became more and more sad as he spoke.

"I definitely won't win the Hundred Flowers Literature Award again. Before I presented the award, the chairman of the judging committee chatted with me and invited me to join their judging committee. I agreed." Yan Gexu said in a flat tone.

The little assistant withdrew her tears and felt even more wronged.

No wonder the previous senior who handed over to him said, never sympathize with this ancestor, you will only say that you feel humiliated by this ancestor.

The reporter's speed was very fast. Not long after Yan Gexu returned to the hotel room, the news of his award had already spread across the country. As expected, his brother came to Xingshi to ask his guilt, and sent him a cold message on WeChat: [Awards run so fast Far?still so cold?I'll wait for you at the airport when you come back. 】Yan Ge continued to lean on the bed and glanced at the little assistant next to him. The little assistant trembled and said nothing: "Woooooo, Boss Yan just asked me about my itinerary. I dare not tell Boss Yan. Boss Yan is so fierce. Fear."

Yan Ge continued to frown and made a mouth zip movement. The little assistant quickly covered his mouth, put on nasal oxygen, and hid in a corner before being beaten. He tried not to cry too loudly.

Weibo is still quiet, he has a lot of fans, but he is still a writer of serious literature after all, most of Weibo fans are Yangou, so it is not wrong for Wang Du to call him a vase, come here now to find He ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

Yan Ge continued to pull a circle of private messages, and found an id he was familiar with——When can He Mine dig a gold mine.

The dignified game anchor with millions of fans sent him a private message with a large account. This little thing has no idol baggage at all, Yan Gexu couldn't help but smile.

He Mine is a game anchor he followed a few years ago, but he followed the other party with a small account on Weibo. He has a lot of fans with a large account, and he didn't check it out carefully. He didn't think that the other party would not like reading because of this kind of watching Yes, even his fans.

Still he was disrespected.

Yan Gexu was a little curious about what this little thing was boasting about, so he couldn't help but click on his private message box.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahIt's light!is the only myth!My soul is gone!WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohThe wife's voice is also super nice! √ Congratulations to you for winning the award! 』Mrs. Xing M, take a good rest and take care of your body. I love you forever! 』When will the 888 lottery draw mentioned earlier be drawn? 】……

Yan Ge continued to feel that he was exaggerating too early.