Chapter Fifty-One
It was announced. The accompaniment band in the pavilion began to play. Someone under the stage took out a songbook and started humming along. The small lilies on the stage also bloomed one after another, and people in the auditorium began to prepare to leave. Everyone was discussing whether "We Love Knots" should have won second prize.
She was about to receive the second prize for the Huang Hua Xi opera "Wang Xiu Mei", when suddenly, the female host went on stage and said: We have another award to announce. The award we are announcing now is the Bo Bo Special Award. This award was temporarily added by Mr. Lu Jinbo.
Awarded to those with outstanding performances. But for contestants who were unable to make it into the top three, this award goes to our... Miss Huang Ying!
The welcoming music sounded again. The audience had been waiting for half a day without seeing Huang Ying appear on stage. The scene was slightly awkward. Lu Jinbo also looked around in all directions. A staff member came over and whispered to Lu Jinbo and the secretary: "Huang Ying left after finishing her song."
The secretary said: Is your mother present at the scene?
The staff said: Yes.
The secretary said: Let your mother go up. Let the host say that this is Huang Ying's mother. She came to collect it on her behalf. Huang Ying didn't feel well and left first.
The staff nodded and rushed to carry it out.
Secretary said to Lu Jinbao: Sorry about that. Sorry about that. The little girl doesn't understand things. Next time I'll introduce you to her and see if there's any opportunity for cooperation.
Lu Jinbo stood up and said: Next time, next time. Don't worry about it. It's definitely going to be done.
At the end of the party, the male and female hosts came on stage and said: At the end of this evening, we are delighted to announce that the first Popo Cup Literary Evening has been a complete success. In order to thank all the leaders, guests and audience who have come to watch, the organizing committee specially
Everyone has prepared a small gift. At the same time, I proudly tell everyone that this gift is also produced in our Tinglin Town and is very practical. That is... a thermometer!
Everyone cheered, except for the leaders and actors whose thermometers were handed out by the etiquette ladies on site. Others took them when they left the venue. The actors and leaders who saw the thermometers earlier were very curious. They stuffed them into their mouths and smiled at each other.
People leaving also formed long queues.
Xiaolong woke up Niuba. Niuba opened his eyes in a daze and asked: Is it over?
Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng nodded.
Mud said: My legs are numb……
Bruce Lee said: You sit down, I'll go first.
Mud stepped out with one foot and said: Stop. I'll just jump and walk, you're so fierce today, huh. Why do we have to line up no matter how we go?
Left Xiaolong Road: Let's take a souvenir. Forget it, let's just walk along the edge instead.
Nibaba praised: Ah, I like men who are not greedy for small advantages.
Zuo Xiaolong didn't know what to say. Walking into the midnight breeze of a summer day, he hugged the mud tightly. The river water reflected the dim streetlights, and the inverted images of the retreating crowd rippled inside. Zuo Xiaolong walked a few steps and found someone pointing at him.
Whispers seemed to be discussing his actions at the time. Although this failure, but that's because Bruce Lee couldn't give anyone any benefits, but he thought, the name of Bruce Lee would surely be passed down by the town residents for a while, in this hot and humid air.
He himself didn't even understand what he wanted to do. But it's also good this way, anyway the things that can be understood are also impossible to achieve.
As he walked, he saw the secretary's car parked by the side of the street. He habitually folded out the rearview mirror and muttered in discontent: damn it. If not for damaging others' property, I really wanted to scratch his car.
Mud strictly blocked the way: Don't.
