First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 120 The Mao Dun Award winner is on stage! (Fifth more)

   Here, Ang Lee just put on the face towel, and the eighth nominee on the stage has been awarded the award. Dong Feifei said that two minutes into the advertising time, it can be regarded as letting the tense set take a breath.

  After entering the advertising time, Dong Feifei came to the backstage, Zhang Quan immediately explained all the processes to Dong Feifei.

  The host of CCTV is naturally well-deserved, and she nodded and wrote down the entire process.

  Two minutes of advertising time passed quickly.

  Dong Feifei stepped onto the stage again and said in a deep and excited voice:

  "A total of eight nominated works for the Contradictory Literature Award were born in four years. No matter which one is an indispensable treasure in the history of Chinese literature."

  "The nomination awards are twice a year, but in the past four years, only one real Mao Dun Literature Award work has been born!"

   "Then next, please let us join the twenty-seventh Contradiction Award winner!"

  As Dong Feifei's voice fell, there was a passionate voice on the court.

  The screenwriter Zhang Quan patted Li An on the shoulder: "Ms. Li An, it's time for you to play!"

  Liu Chuang also nodded to Ang Lee: "Come on stage, the focus of attention on the next stage is you, no one is more dazzling than you."

  Li Anmeng, wearing a face towel, slowly walked onto the stage from the back.

  As soon as he stepped onto the stage, a dark yellow lamppost hit Li Ang's body, but because he was covered with a black face towel, the whole person was a little more mysterious.

The moment    stepped onto the stage, there was a very fierce applause from the entire venue, two or three times louder than the applause when Su Yuqi told the story.

  Award winner and nominated award winner, there are basically two different levels!

   Accompanied by applause, there was also the strange voice of everyone in the venue.

   "Why are you still wearing a facial towel."

   "What is the program group doing? It's mysterious."

   "Wait and wait, and finally wait until the championship comes out, but I didn't expect it to be a big deal."

  More than 200 writers on the venue were discussing, and the audience in front of the TV was also discussing.

  ……

At the meeting, the third row of Tang Chi looked at the seat next to him a little speechlessly, and muttered: "Why did Brother Lee go to the bathroom for so long? The prize winners are going to be on the stage and haven’t come. ."

Then, the third brother Tang Chi looked at the person on the stage who was focused by the dim yellow light, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "What's going on...how do I have an illusion, the figure and hairstyle of the winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award this time," Looks like Brother Lee An!"

  Su Yuqi in the first row of the venue also narrowed her eyes, because she felt that the person on stage looked too familiar!

   Then, Su Yuqi almost immediately turned her head to look at the position beside the third row of Tang Chi three brothers, but that position was empty and there was nothing!

Nothing at all!

   "Where did Ang Lee go? Did he go to the stage?"

   "No, it's impossible, how could he run to the stage! What is going to be awarded now is the most important award in the entire Chinese literary world, the four-year Mao Dun Literary Award!"

  Su Yuqi muttered to herself, she stared at the black veiled person on the stage, as if to see through the black veil.

  ……

In the   Pillar Music Composition Department, a group of composers suddenly became focused.

   "Come on, the Mao Prize winner is here!"

  Little Liu was very excited, and his whole body breathed slightly.

  The camera focused on the veiled person walking out from behind.

  A group of composers were amazed.

   "What's the matter, why are you still masked."

   "But why do I feel a little familiar looking at this person walking out."

"I also feel...a bit, a bit like Brother Li Ang!" Xiao Liu frowned and said, "Look, I'm short and tall, and there is a calmness in his eyes, which is as pale as water, and it happens to be today. Brother Li Ang hasn't come to work yet, do you think Brother Li Ang will go to accept the award..."

When Xiao Liu said these words, he was immediately despised by a group of composers, especially Xie Haoran.

   "I said Xiao Liu, now you open your mouth and shut your mouth and put your Ang Lee on your mouth, don't be kidding me."

  Xie Haoran glanced at her mouth and said: "The person who is on the stage now is the winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award! Only one winner will be born in four years! Who is not a unique existence in the history of literature!"

   "Ang Lee? I admit that the quality of "Flying" he wrote is still good, but he is just doing lyrics and music. Although he has a little side with the literary world, it is not a good grade at all."

"Furthermore, you have seen all the eight nominated people. Except for Su Yuqi, the youngest of the other seven is in their forties. The prize winner looks like his hair is black, but I guess it was dyed. It is estimated to be at least 40 or 50 years old."

  "But what about Ang Lee? Ang Lee is just a young man in his twenties! If you want to write a book that can win the prize, you must have enough experience."

  Xie Haoran looked at Xiao Liu squintly, and his words were scolded with slow arrogance, as if what he said was correct.

  Despised by Xie Haoran and a group of colleagues, Xiao Liu also felt that what he said might be problematic, so he scratched his head awkwardly: "Okay, okay, of course I know it's impossible, I'm just kidding."

  ……

  After Ang Lee stepped onto the stage, the host Dong Feifei said: “Our mao award winner is actually a celebrity, so the program group specially arranged for him to be covered with a veil, so that everyone can guess.”

  "Next, please take out your mobile phones, open the official Weibo account of our Writers Association, and leave a message below the first Weibo to write your guess."

  "After two minutes, our program team will select 20 lucky viewers from the right people, and get a luxurious milk package worth 300 yuan provided by Niuniu Milk."

  This is naked procrastination.

  But the audience was really interested in this set. The people in front of the TV immediately took out their phones and opened Weibo to comment and leave messages.

  The audience was leaving comments, and on the stage, Dong Feifei and a man covered in black veiled up a routine, asking if she had been to Jingzhou before, how did she feel about Jingzhou, and so on.

  Su Yuqi in the first row of the hall, staring at the black veiled man on the stage, as if wanting to see through the black veil.

  At this moment, Su Yuqi's mood hangs high and hangs up.

  Su Yuqi thought secretly in her heart: "This show group has to play this set, but it still makes people guess, can't it just be revealed!?"

  (End of this chapter)