After winning the 1 million lottery, I have to fight even more

Time soon came to the eve of the Snow Mark Awards. Yang Di, who has always been keen on dressing up Wang Wei, made a suit for Wang Wei.

Wang Wei stood in front of the mirror, looked at his suit, and said, "Brother Yang, isn't this bow tie too exaggerated?"

"Pure black, how can it be exaggerated." Yang Di picked out another pair of blue and black starry sky cufflinks, and motioned Wang Wei to put them on by himself.

Wang Wei raised his wrist and buttoned the cuff buttons, and said, "I mean, is the bow a bit too big?"

Yang Di glanced at the bow tied to the second button on the lower edge, and said, "It will work on others, but it won't work on you."

"Brother Zhao said that the Xuehen Awards Ceremony is full of seniors, and the aesthetics may be a little conservative." Wang Wei hesitated after thinking about Zhao Chengqiu's previous instructions.

"Lan Hai, remember to dress conservatively for the awards ceremony. This is a literary awards ceremony, not celebrities walking the red carpet. They are all antiques. Many people don't even wear ties."

"It's not that I don't understand trends. Of course Aphie's high-end dresses are beautiful, but not everyone knows how to appreciate them. If you really wear them, you will be regarded as a butterfly! Those old writers don't like it, and it will affect your future. Does the award judge know?"

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Hearing this, Yang Di rolled his eyes, glanced at Wang Wei's pure black shirts and pure white shirts, and said, "This is not conservative. You can see for yourself. Except for this bow tie, there are other things on this body. Isn’t it a bit out of the ordinary? Young man, can you be a little bit more energetic? Don’t forget, you are not only a writer, but also a model, and you are dressed too low, so you can’t be ashamed of yourself!”

Wang Wei thought about it again, that was the case, so he let Yang Di add another starry sky watch with cufflinks on his wrist.

The award ceremony was held in the great hall that all Chinese people yearn for the most. The day before the ceremony, Wang Wei personally went to the organizing committee to get the admission card and related precautions.In a simple and unadorned office, a few more plain wood-grained desks are put together, and a few recent and a wall clock are hung on the pure white wall, except for that, there is nothing else.Wang Wei saw it, and silently drew that eye-catching watch out of tomorrow's clothing range in his heart.

It had just rained, and the weather in Kyoto had dropped to 18 degrees. Wang Wei put on a navy blue round-neck sweater over his shirt, light gray slacks and white sneakers. He looked calm and energetic.The eldest sister who was in charge of the reception looked up and saw Wang Wei walking in, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Yo~ young man, who are you looking for!"

It is said that no matter how old men are, they will always like 18-year-old girls. In fact, women are the same, no matter how old they are, they will always have no resistance to handsome 18-year-old boys.

"Excuse me, is the Snow Mark Award Organizing Committee here?" Wang Wei asked hesitantly.

"Yes, it's here." The elder sister nodded and said, "Are you here to get the admission card? What's your name? Take out your ID card."

Taking out the ID card from his pocket and handing it to the eldest sister, Wang Wei stood obediently and waited to check the information.

The eldest sister took out a clip, found Wang Wei's name, and drew a hook on it.Then he took out an admission pass with a red string and a photo on Wang Wei's ID card from the drawer, handed it to Wang Wei, and said with a smile: "So Lan Hai, you are really 18 years old. I saw the information on the form before." I thought I made a mistake when recording it! What a promising young man!"

Wang Wei smiled and said, "You are too much for the prize. I don't know if there are any precautions for tomorrow's ceremony? I have to trouble you to tell me."

The eldest sister said: "There is nothing special to pay attention to. The venue is in the Great Hall, and the security check is relatively strict. Remember to leave early and arrive at the venue at least half an hour in advance. Don't bring dangerous things on you, such as lighters, fruit knives hanging on the keys, etc. Yes, don’t bring them. Also, when you come to Kyoto, don’t forget to bring your ID card wherever you go.”

Wang Wei nodded while listening, thanked the eldest sister, and went back to the hotel directly.Zhao Chengqiu was always eager to urge the manuscript, but he came to Kyoto with Wang Wei in the past two days, and he couldn't wait to remind Wang Wei to write quickly.Since he learned that Wang Wei had voted the novel "Liuhuahong" to Huaxia Story two days ago, Zhao Chengqiu stared at Wang Wei as if he was looking at a heartless man.

In the past two days, Wang Wei has already conceived a general framework. The story is about 1965, when a boy from a peasant family fell in love with his Chinese teacher.At that time, the local boy was 15 years old and the female teacher was 25 years old.The local boy likes the braid hanging down the back of the female teacher's head the most, and the little dimple that sinks in when she smiles.He felt that the sunken dimple was the heart he had sunk into the female teacher.

The boy who doesn't know how to express himself always makes trouble in the female teacher's class to attract her attention.For the naughty boy, the female teacher felt a little helpless, so she could only throw him out of the classroom and let him stand under the eaves when he made a fuss.

The place where the local boy was punished to stand was directly opposite a flower bed, and there were always red roses blooming in the flower bed.Just as beautiful as the female teacher, the local boy thought.So the country boy who was often lazy and late started to get up earlier than the big rooster, and while it was still dark, he secretly cut a rose flower from the school flower bed and secretly put it in the female teacher's drawer.

The rose flowers that were obviously stolen from the public flower beds made the female teacher dare not investigate too clearly, and naturally she couldn't find out who put them there.The suitor hidden in the dark made the young female teacher feel happy, and every day she secretly put rose flowers in her bag and took them home with a smile on her face.

Seeing the smile on the corner of the female teacher's mouth and the way the pears are blooming, the local boy will be very happy all day long.The rose flower in the drawer, the soil boy kept it for 365 days. When winter came and there were no flowers to pick, he would draw one. The colorless pencil drawing was more attractive to the female teacher than the most colorful rose. happy.

After a year like this, the atmosphere in the school suddenly became tense at some point.In the past, the youngsters who faced their teachers like a mouse met a cat became arrogant and domineering. Big-character posters were posted on the school bulletin boards, criticizing these teachers for teaching and educating people as stinking old nines.The female teacher who is rich and ordinary and likes to dress up became the object of their criticism. The bright and beautiful female teacher began to be trembling. Once in class, the female teacher mispronounced a word when reading a quotation, and the female teacher reacted with a frightened He asked the students under the stage with a trembling voice, "Teacher, just now, you didn't... read it wrong, right?"

The audience was silent, the female teacher was almost crying, she asked again: "I just said XXXX, right?"

"Yes, teacher, you read it right, you just read XXXX." The earth boy stood up to defend the female teacher once.

"Li Weiguo, you are talking nonsense, the teacher obviously didn't read it that way just now!" The study committee member who always liked to care about everything suddenly retorted sharply.

"I said I read it right, but I read it right! It's Liang Jing, you got it wrong!" The little boy said in reverse.

"Hmph~ I'm not the only one who heard it. Ask other students if the teacher made a mistake!" Liang Jing raised her chin like a proud little rooster.

The quiet classroom seemed to be turned on suddenly, and it suddenly became noisy.

The local boy's buddies naturally supported him and said that the teacher was right, but more people also heard that the teacher made a mistake.In this quarrel, no one side won in the end.However, two days later, a group of little red soldiers came back into the classroom and took the female teacher away forcibly. physical evidence.

The local boy stepped forward desperately, trying to save the female teacher, but in the end he was defeated by two fists and four hands.The local boy who was beaten up fell to the ground holding his breath, thinking of a hundred ways in his mind, he wanted to rescue the female teacher.

At night, the local boy who picked the lock of the cowshed was discovered by the red soldiers who guarded the door, and he was turned back home. After being beaten by his father's shoe soles, the local boy was locked at home.

That day, the street was full of noise, and the local kid who was locked up at home and couldn’t get out looked out the window, only to see the female teacher he liked was tied up with five flowers, with a big capitalist-roader sign hanging around her neck, and a head of beautiful long hair. It was roughly shaved in half and became a yin and yang head.

The mad boy slapped on the gate frantically, kicked and kicked, but it was all in vain.Sitting on the ground, the always lawless boy realized for the first time that he was so incompetent.After thinking about it all night again, the next day, the local boy admitted his mistake to his parents.He also actively studied the proletarian red thought, and actively applied to join the Red Soldier.To please the captain of the red soldiers, the local boy was finally assigned to take care of the cowshed. Taking advantage of his position, the local boy secretly sent a few more pancakes to the female teacher inside. As for more, he did not do it.

Later, the female teacher was released, but she was no longer a school teacher, but a reform-through-labour prisoner sweeping the streets.The local boy often patrols and passes by, secretly helping her to block the children who want to play tricks on her.

Time flies by, the local boy graduated from high school, and with the glorious resume of the red soldier, he entered the government and became an agency officer. Ten years later, shortly after the National Day, the news of the smashing of the Gang of Four came, and the organization where the local boy was located began to organize meetings to reflect on his mistakes.The local boy returned home, took off the cap of his pen, wrote a long book with ten thousand characters overnight, and handed it to the leader together with his resignation letter.

The 10-year drill camp ended, and the female teacher was rehabilitated and returned to school.The 25-year-old boy stood at the gate of the school, looked at the face of the female teacher, and turned to leave.

In the past 10 years, the local boy's feelings for the female teacher have changed from the original hazy affection to deep guilt.Now that the female teacher is well, he should withdraw from this relationship that has no beginning and no end.

"Teacher!" Finally, the local boy couldn't help calling out the leaving figure of the female teacher, and handed over the red rose flower that he had prepared in his hand: "Congratulations on your finally rehabilitated."

The teacher looked at the rose, his eyes were a little moist, and said: "Thank you, you were the most naughty in class back then, but I didn't expect that you helped me the most in the past 10 years. 10 years ago, someone gave me a rose Rose to me, I don’t know how he is now? Is he still there.”

Saying this, the face of the female teacher who has experienced vicissitudes of life revealed a trace of shyness that belongs only to girls.

Looking at such a teacher, the local boy still didn't tell the secret of the year. Some things are more beautiful to be kept as a secret than to be revealed.

"It is better to be fed and clothed than to be hungry and cold, and to be well-educated is better than illiterate. This is an eternal truth. Earlier, our thoughts of being proud of being poor, ignorant, and barbaric were extremely incorrect. ..." At the ideological correction meeting, the city leaders read the materials written by the local boy to the public. This 10-year catastrophe has finally come to an end, but the damage it left can't be easily eliminated.

Wang Wei nestled in the hotel, holding a laptop, and wrote 1 words in one afternoon, and revised it three or five times.

The first part of the manuscript was handed over to Zhao Chengqiu, which allowed Zhao Chengqiu to eliminate the urgent marking mode.

The author has something to say:

Really, everyone can go to Baidu to have a look at the Mao Dun Literature Award ceremony. These writers in our country are really simple. Pay tribute to the older generation of writers!They are the direction of my efforts!