It's too hard for a green tea man to match him

The award ceremony is at ten o'clock in the morning.

After breakfast, Yu Qiu changed into a smoky gray business suit and a loose down jacket on top of the suit jacket.

The winter in Huajing is dry and cold.

After leaving the room, the cold air from outside pierced his neck, he shivered, and stepped into the elevator with Shen Mingdeng, putting one hand into the other's palm.

"Your hands are so warm." Yu Qiu sighed.

Shen Mingdeng pressed the button, pulled him into his arms, rubbed the tip of his nose against the top of the young man's hair, and said with a light smile, "I'm very angry."

The car slid down and stopped at a certain floor.

The door opened, and a man was waiting outside the elevator. Seeing the two hugging each other in the elevator, he was stunned for a while, and stepped into the car leisurely without paying attention.

Yu Qiu was wearing a lot of clothes, and buried his face on Shen Mingdeng's shoulder, but at first glance, he couldn't see anything.

The car sank and stopped on the first floor again.

There were several men and women standing outside the door, swarming into the elevator, Yu Qiu had no choice but to straighten up, and stand in the corner with Shen Mingdeng.

The man who came up before:? ? ?

Both are men? !

He tried his best to suppress his shock, but couldn't help but look at the two of them.

Among other things, it looks like a good match.

Yu Qiu and Shen Mingdeng didn't care about other people's eyes, waited out of the elevator, and drove to the venue.

The Youth Art Festival is jointly organized by the government. Celebrities from all walks of life were invited to the awards ceremony, including professionals in various fields, collectors who love traditional art, heads of various sponsors, and relevant media reporters.

The awards are only one of the links, and more are the support and prospects of relevant departments for traditional crafts.

There is no suspense about the list of winners, and the award-winning works have been placed in the exhibition hall of the clubhouse for people to appreciate and trade.

Xiang Yan could be regarded as a senior embroidery collector, and with the name of the Shen family, he was naturally able to attend such an occasion.

The gallery is divided into nine areas, which are award-winning works in nine categories of art.

Xiang Yan went directly to the embroidery exhibition area, and saw Yu Qiu's embroidery at a glance.

Standing in front of the embroidery, she suddenly thought of Yu Qiu more than ten years ago.The three-year-old baby sat beside the embroidery frame, obediently listening to his mother teach stitches.

A three-year-old child doesn't remember people, they only met once, and when he is ten years old, he has already forgotten.

Xiang Yan has collected many master-level embroidery works, but none of them made her want to cry.

"As expected of a gold medal, your skills are impressive." Someone beside him admired and sighed.

"The composition is so beautiful, the light treatment is also very clever, and the stitching is quite smooth, which is not far behind a master." Another person echoed.

"The creator's name is Yu Qiu, I've never heard of it, a rising star?"

Hearing these compliments, Xiang Yan was extremely proud.

She originally wanted to buy the work herself, but now she doesn't.Excellent works should be seen by more people. If she collected them, wouldn't there be fewer people who know Xiaoqiu's name?

Xiaoqiu is still so young, one day she will become a top master.

Xiang Yan turned around and gave up the venue to more people.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the award ceremony officially began.

The process is very simple, speech, awards, summary, outlook.

What Yu Qiu needs to participate in is the second link.He was placed in the same area as the other winners, surrounded by the best in their fields of expertise.

He is the youngest among them.

A person next to him asked in surprise, "What line of work are you in?"

Yu Qiu was quite calm: "Embroidery."

"Hey, this is a delicate job," the other party gave a thumbs up, "Such a high attainment at such a young age, amazing!"

The threshold of the art festival is not high, but the level of winning awards is not bad.He didn't know what award Yu Qiu won, but in terms of age, he was already considered astonishingly talented.

Yu Qiu felt guilty.

It was also because of his experience in the dream that he was able to sit with these masters.

"It's all fine work, everyone is very good." Yu Qiu replied with a smile.

Which of the traditional crafts does not require dexterity and meticulousness?Those who can calm down to study and create are worthy of admiration.

"Next, I would like to invite Zhou Xinghua, the vice chairman of the Huajing Folk Artists Association, to present us with the gold medal in the fiber art category of the Youth Culture and Art Festival!"

The audience burst into applause.

Xiang Yan applauded so much that her hands were red, her eyes were full of tears, and she choked up and said to Shen Mingdeng beside her: "Xiaoqiu is really talented, if your Aunt Tao is still alive, you must be very happy to see this scene. "

Shen Mingdeng looked gentle: "Yes."

"He learned embroidery from your aunt Tao when he was three years old. When he came to our house when he was ten, I asked him if he wanted to continue learning. He said no, but I didn't dare to ask more, for fear that he would be sad."

Xiang Yan thought that Yu Qiu was hurting something, but Shen Mingdeng had a hunch otherwise.Whether a person misses his parents can be reflected in daily life.

If Yu Qiu really cared about his parents, he would not have said yesterday, "I don't need them to be satisfied, as long as I am satisfied", but would have said "They must be very satisfied with you".

Yu's father has been away from home for filming all year round, so it's understandable that Yu Qiu doesn't get close to him, but what about Aunt Tao?

"The one who won the gold medal in the fiber art category this time is - Yu Qiu!"

Hush, boom, applause.

Shen Mingdeng sank his mind and followed the figure of the young man intently.

He was wearing a smoky gray formal suit, he was clear and upright, just from his back, one could think of countless words to praise men.

Whispering around.

"This body is too upright!"

"It doesn't look too big, so this is a gold medal?"

"He is the author of "Old Street"! A young talent!"

"You mean "Old Street"? I thought the author had a lot of experience."

"Young doesn't mean inexperienced."

Hearing these compliments, Xiang Yan smiled from ear to ear, the sad emotions disappeared, and said proudly: "Today we must have a big meal to celebrate."

Shen Mingdeng didn't say anything.

Xiang Yan turned her face away, seeing his focused gaze and gentle expression, after a moment of stunned, he sighed.

What can I do.

Yu Qiu had won many awards in his dreams, but this was the first time he was on the podium in person.

Under the flashlight of the media, young people are calm and unhurried, neither humble nor overbearing.He is handsome, so young, and a gold medal winner, so he naturally became the darling of the camera.

A young, promising, handsome and handsome gold medal winner must have a lot of news value.

The host naturally understands.

He smiled and said, "May I ask how old Mr. Yu Qiu is this year?"

"eighteen."

"You've just come of age!" The surprise on the host's face didn't seem fake, he thought Yu Qiu was just looking tender.

The auditorium is also full of "oh".

"Mr. Yu is really a young talent! I would like to ask, how did you create such a work?"

The lights are focused on the young man.

He was smiling, and there was some memory in his clear eyes: "When I lived there when I was a child, I thought the buildings there were so tall, the streets were so wide, and the roads were so long. When I leave there, I will go back a few years later." , I found that the buildings have become shorter, the streets have become narrower, and the roads are not so long. I suddenly feel a little emotional in my heart.”

"What kind of emotion is it?"

"She is old, obsolete, and out of date with the trend of the times, but she is stable, dignified, and deeply rooted in my memory. It's like embroidery, like our traditional culture."

"That's great!" The host applauded enthusiastically with the others, and after the applause subsided, he asked again, "Do you have any prospects for the embroidery industry?"

Yu Qiu's answer was very official, but sincere: "Of course, continue to carry forward. She is so beautiful, she can definitely become the trend of the times."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Yu for your answer."

After the awards ceremony, many media wanted to interview Yu Qiu privately, but Yu Qiu refused.

He is willing to accept interviews to promote embroidery culture, but now is not a good time.

He can guess what the media will write.

He is just a newcomer in the embroidery industry now, and he can't afford those praises. It's not a good thing that his reputation is too high.

Yu Qiu avoided the media and joined Shen Mingdeng and Xiang Yan.

"Xiaoqiu's words are great!" Xiang Yan boasted fiercely.

Yu Qiu was holding it on the stage, but of course he wouldn't do it in private, with a smile on his face, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

"Okay, we'll wait for you here."

"me and you together."

Xiang Yan and Shen Mingdeng said in unison.

Yu Qiu said: "Aunt Xiang, then I will go with Brother Shen."

Xiang Yan: "..."

Shen Mingdeng is such a brat, he must be woken up by scolding him when he goes back!

This is a public place, of course Shen Mingdeng would not do anything, he just wanted to do anything with Yu Qiu.

After solving their physical needs, Yu Qiu and Shen Mingdeng walked back side by side.

"I don't want to sell "Old Street" for the time being," he said.

Shen Mingdeng: "Then we won't sell it."

"I have too few works now, and I want to create more works."

"it is good."

"Then what if I can't support myself?"

"Mine is yours."

Yu Qiu has never been so open and bright as now.

He quietly hooked Shen Mingdeng's little finger, shook it, and said softly, "What's mine is also yours."

Shen Mingdeng was enraged by him, his eyes dimmed slightly.

There was a fire exit next to him. He pushed open the door, held Yu Qiu's wrist, and led him there.

The passage was very dark, and only the outline of the other party could be vaguely seen.

Yu Qiu was surprised and said, "Why..."

The voice suddenly disappeared into the darkness.

He gripped the man's clothes tightly and closed his eyes.

The stairwell was dark and cold, but the hearts of the two were bright and hot.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the door.

"There are many people outside, let's talk here." It was Xiang Yan's voice.

The door was pushed open a crack.

Yu Qiu woke up suddenly, and in the next second, she was held by Shen Mingdeng's hand and went down two flights of stairs to the stairwell on the lower floor.

"Wait a minute, I'll send Xiaoqiu and the others a message." After entering the fire escape, Xiang Yan spoke again.

Yu Qiu's heart skipped a beat, and as he was about to take out his phone, he suddenly remembered that he had already set the volume to mute before the award presentation, and Shen Mingdeng did the same.

fortunately.

After a while, Xiang Yan asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

"It's nothing important, I just saw you suddenly today, and I want to thank you in person."

Yu Qiu recognized the voice, it was Aunt Wei who spoke.

"Thank you?" Xiang Yan was puzzled, "I've never helped you, why would you thank me?"

Wei Linghui sighed softly: "I can see that you are very kind to Xiaoqiu, very kind, I just want to thank you."

"No need." Xiang Yan said lightly, "Xiaoqiu is my son, if I'm not nice to my son, who should I be nice to?"

Yu Qiu laughed silently.

"I also treat him as my son..."

"Really?" Xiang Yan's voice was a little cold, "If you really treat him as a son, how could you say that? He's only ten years old!"

"I didn't do it on purpose," Wei Linghui choked with guilt, "We had an appointment to have dinner together, but Ah Ying called me temporarily and said that Xiao Qiu insisted on asking her to go out and buy some toys, and if she didn't buy them, she would cry and make noise. I don't know that she and Yu Zhang went out to get a divorce, and when I heard the news of their car accident, I was stunned, I..."

"So you vent on a child who lost his parents?" Xiang Yan took a deep breath and interrupted her with a trembling voice, "You call him a murderer, you call him for killing your parents, if it weren't for the traffic police You found the divorce certificate from the relics at the scene, do you want him to bear this infamy for the rest of his life?!"

Wei Linghui cried bitterly: "I'm sorry, I'm the one who's sorry for him. I've been ashamed to see him all these years. He has a good heart and is willing to pay attention to me."

"Finished?" Xiang Yan asked hoarsely.

Wei Linghui choked with sobs: "I'm sorry, today is Ah Ying's death day, I couldn't help it. Seeing Xiaoqiu is so good now, I really thank you, thank you for being kind to him, otherwise..."

Otherwise Xiaoqiu would be too pitiful.

"Xiaoqiu sneaks to the cemetery every year before dark," Xiang Yan stabbed fiercely, "Is it because he wants to avoid you? Or because he doesn't want you to know."

Wei Linghui was stunned for a while, and then said with tears: "It's my fault."

"I'll go with him today," Xiang Yan said in a low voice. "He didn't do anything wrong. It was you who were wrong, and Tao Ying and Yu Zhang who were wrong. He doesn't need to avoid anyone."

The conversation ends here.

The fire escape door opened and closed, and the stairwell was quiet again.

Shen Mingdeng hugged Yu Qiu tightly, and stroked his face, touching the wet and hot tears.

It hurts like hell.