Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

Li Ang, a true king-level existence!You must try your best to curry favor in the future!

……

The moment Li An revealed his age and name, the only hope in Su Yuqi's heart was completely shattered in an instant.

She only felt that her eyes were dark, as if the world had lost its luster.

She always wanted to live a better life than her ex-husband to prove that her decision was correct and that her ex-husband was just a useless wimp.

However, this time she failed miserably, miserably, extremely miserably!

In the literary industry, Ang Lee has become an existence that she can only look up to.

"Li An, Li An, you hide so deep, so deep!"

Su Yuqi leaned on the back of the seat, the eyelashes of her eyes were trembling slightly, and there was an extremely complicated expression in those bright eyes.

……

The presentation of the Mao Awards is still going on, the total duration of the program is two hours, and there are still 26 minutes before the end.

Dong Feifei smiled and said: "When Mr. Li An first came on stage, the guessing activity data of the program has already been calculated."

"In the 5 minutes before Mr. Ang Lee recited the poem, a total of 120 viewers commented, and only [-] of them guessed that the winner was An Zhiruosu."

"The program has selected 120 lucky viewers among the [-] people, and they will each receive a luxury milk package worth [-] yuan provided by Niu Niu Milk."

While talking, Dong Feifei manipulated the small remote control hidden in her sleeve.

The screen at the back of the stage lit up, and one list of 'Weibo name + Weibo avatar' information appeared one after another.

"Everyone, please watch the big screen. Those who have won the lucky prize, please use Weibo to private message our official account as soon as possible, provide the delivery address and contact number, and we will mail it to you as soon as possible."

……

600 people left messages, only 120 people guessed right; and these 120 people had [-] lucky viewers.

One in six chances, it can be said to be very high.

Xiao Liu from the composition department looked anxiously at the list information on the screen.

Look, look, look, and then he saw his portrait at the fourth position in the third vertical row!There is also a note next to it: 'Stupid Liu Mingqiang'

When Xiao Liu saw himself on the list of winners, he immediately jumped up excitedly: "Damn, I won the prize! Manager Jiao, Lao Fang, Lao Zhang, Lao Sun... Oh yes, and Lao Xie! Damn, I actually won the lottery, I actually won the lottery!"

Xiao Liu pointed to the list on the screen, then glanced at the crowd and said excitedly: "When the luxury milk package comes back, I will invite everyone to drink milk, hehe!"

All the people who were named by Xiao Liu congratulated him: "Not bad, Xiao Liu, good luck."

"Okay, sure enough, following Li An is the most correct choice."

Being congratulated by a group of people, Xiao Liu squinted and smiled at Xie Haoran again: "Old Xie, I will give you some more when the milk comes back later, to nourish your body and your brain!"

Xie Haoran listened to Xiao Liu's words, and his face turned red.

It's fine to mend the body, but there is also a man who mends the brain?Damn, this is blatantly mocking him for not having enough brains.

But when he was angry, Xie Haoran didn't dare to say a word.

He, Xie Haoran, knows that in the composition department of this company, he is doomed!

Chapter 126 Prepare a New Song for Xu Sen

When the awards were announced, there were about 10 minutes left in the program, which happened to be within budget.

With a headset on her ears, Dong Feifei said in a Lang Lang voice, "Next, eight nominees for awards will be invited to the stage."

After Dong Feifei finished speaking, the seven nominees including Pang Lihai proudly stood up from their seats, and walked towards the stage with their heads held high.

Although they were only nominated for the Mao Award, this has already stood at a very high level in the entire literary history, which is already glorious enough.

Only Su Yuqi in the first row.

She was still sitting on the seat, with a pair of beautiful eyes fixed on Ang Lee on the stage, her expression showed panic and a bit of dodging fear.

Seeing that Su Yuqi didn't even stand up, Dong Feifei immediately winked at Su Yuqi, then gently pushed the microphone away and shouted softly: "Miss Su, Miss Su, come on stage!"

Hearing Dong Feifei's shout, Su Yuqi suddenly stood up in a daze, and then walked up to the high platform like a walking corpse.

"Mr. Li An, please stand in the center, you are the No.20 winner of the [-]th Mao Dun Literature Award!"

Dong Feifei walked over and grabbed Li An's arm, and pulled Li An to the center of the stage.

The eight Mao Award nominees, including Su Yuqi, stood on the left and right sides of Ang Lee.

"Next, let the eight winners shake hands with Mr. Li An, the No. 20 winner of the seventh Mao Award."

Literati do not distinguish between high and low, and it is not easy to evaluate literary works.

But as far as the Mao Dun Literary Award is concerned, Ang Lee won the overall award, while they only won the annual nomination award, so in terms of attention and stage status at the moment, Ang Lee is higher than them .

After Dong Feifei finished speaking, Pang Lihai stood up first and walked in front of Li An, gave Li An a military salute, then shook hands with Li An and said: "Sure enough, heroes are born in youth, and there are writers like Li An in China, and the future of the country can be expected to be strong! "

"Thank you." Li An nodded in response.

The second person, the third person, the fourth person...

The process is boring, but that's how state media like it.

Soon it was Su Yuqi's turn.

Even though it has been more than ten minutes since An Zhiruosu lifted the veil, Su Yuqi's trembling and unbelievable heart still hasn't come out.

It was Su Yuqi's turn to shake hands with Li An.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then walked up to Li An with trembling steps.

The camera has focused on her face.

Although Su Yuqi's heart is very restless and complicated, in front of the camera, she still shows a peaceful and peaceful appearance.

She tried her best to lift her stiff mouth muscles upwards, then opened her eyes wide, pretending to stare at Li An's eyes with affection.

Su Yuqi stretched out her hand: "Hello, Mr. Li An, congratulations on winning the No.20 Seventh Mao Dun Literature Award."

"Thank you." Li An replied calmly, and he also reached out to touch her palm.

The two held hands together.