After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 291 Our son-in-law is going on stage

Everyone knows that the wind in the capital cannot blow to Paris, and the penguins in the Antarctic cannot meet the foxes in the forest... However, although the rising sun rises from the east, it still shrouds the land in the west.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, Chen Tianhong had already woken up and finished washing. He opened the suitcase he had brought, glanced back and forth at the clothes, and finally chose a set of clothes with a national style.

In addition to adding a sweater to his upper body, he wore a long, slim windbreaker. The style was more like the Tang suit from the previous life, but it was a modern design with a sense of fashion.

There are mountains and rivers embroidered on the windbreaker, and it is a traditional rope buckle design, which represents a strong national style element. The overall white color makes Chen Tianhong look elegant, a bit like an ancient scholar.

The lower body is also matched with white trousers, which are slightly loose, and they are full of elegance when walking, and they look very casual, which adds a touch of unruly.

There is a strong juvenile sense of sight, youth is just right, let's go to Chang'an!

Chen Tianhong chose this set of clothes carefully. This time accepting the award is different from that in China. Going abroad represents the image of China. Dressing with oriental elements is the best.

After tidying up and dressing, Chen Tianhong took a picture in front of the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction. As the saying goes, clothes are judged from a distance, appearance from a close distance, and character from a long time.

Needless to say about clothing, Huaxia has clothing, its name is Zhong, and it also has great etiquette, so it is called Xia, and it has the beauty of clothing, which is called Hua. Huaxia's clothing has always been very tasteful.

As for appearance, Chen Tianhong is a handsome guy, and his character is also quite good!
After looking at it for a while, he walked out of the room, Yan Shanqing and Zou Yingde also came out, and happened to go to the hotel restaurant for dinner together. After seeing Chen Tianhong's attire, the eyes of several old people lit up.

"Tianhong, your clothes are nice! Interesting! Not bad, not bad, I thought you would wear suits and trousers."

Zou Yingde was the first to express his praise. His outfit today is also similar to a Tang suit, but without embroidery, and it doesn't look as energetic as Chen Tianhong.

"Old Zou, who's the one who's separated from this connotation?"

Yan Shanqing was unhappy when he heard Zou Yingde's words. He was wearing a suit, which was also the standard attire for attending events abroad, and he followed his previous habits.

"However, it is quite good. The beauty of Huaxia clothing lies not only in the shape, but also in the soul. Expressions are expressed by shapes, and patterns and colors are used to show respect."

Yan Shanqing also came out to praise and said that his words were very elegant, and when translated into vernacular, it means that the clothes are beautiful and the person has inner quality!
Chen Tianhong was praised for walking more elegantly, and even chewed his breakfast in small bites in order to maintain his demeanor and elegance.

This was completely different from the way he had a big meal yesterday, so Yan Shanqing and the others were still concerned about asking if he was sick.

In the end, Chen Tianhong also felt that doing it deliberately was too tiring, so he relaxed himself again.
After breakfast, the group of them started to head to the cultural and educational organization building, which was only a few hundred meters away. They didn't need to take a car, just walked.

"Tianhong, is your speech ready? No, just follow the version drafted by Xiaonian."

On the way, Yan Shanqing asked Chen Tianhong worriedly.

The awarding process of the International Youth Literature Competition is similar to that in China, that is, the invited guests are relatively more expensive, and the banquet after the end is more lavish.

Therefore, Chen Tianhong was going on stage to give an acceptance speech, and what he accepted was not the host's question, but the media reporter's question.

Some related specific matters, Yan Shanqing had already explained to Chen Tianhong yesterday, and also prepared a speech for Chen Tianhong, as well as answers to questions that reporters might ask.

But Chen Tianhong said that he prepared the speech himself, but he accepted the standard answer to the question.

"Old Yan, I'm ready, it's all in my head!"

Chen Tianhong pointed to his head.

"Remember? Tianhong, this is different from domestic competitions. News media from many countries will broadcast it. Every word of yours represents the image of our Chinese writer."

Seeing that Chen Tianhong didn't pay much attention to it, and he didn't even have a manuscript, Yan Shanqing became anxious.

He can ignore Hou Bangxiu's speech, but Chen Tianhong can't!He is No.1 and has received a lot of attention.

"Old Yan, don't worry! Tianhong is fine, you don't know, his speech was very exciting in the domestic college student literature competition."

Zou Yingde was not worried at all, and even briefly described Chen Tianhong's last speech in order to reassure Yan Shanqing.

"That's right. No, Xiaonian, wait a moment and you give the manuscript to Tianhong, and Tianhong takes the manuscript to the stage. It's not that I don't believe you. There's no reason to be careless about this."

Yan Shanqing was still not completely relieved, he still insisted on his plan.

"Got it, Old Man Yan!"

In desperation, Chen Tianhong had no choice but to promise that older people would be somewhat stubborn, and he could understand.

Ten minutes later, the group arrived at the cultural and educational organization building. What was different from usual was that the security force at the entrance had been strengthened today. Chen Tianhong even saw rows of soldiers wearing blue berets and armed with live ammunition.

Fortunately, Yan Shanqing was an insider, and Chen Tianhong and the others also had an invitation letter, and they let him go after some inspection.

"Old Yan, there are military inspections in normal times, are you on guard?"

Chen Tianhong asked curiously.

"Oh, that's not true. Usually, there are only a few people on rotation. Today is a special situation. Many important officials from the United Nations government are coming, so the security must be strengthened."

"By the way, the president of the United States may also come over. I heard that he came here specially to meet you. Maybe he will be the one who will present you with the award."

"The President of the United States hisses."

Hou Bangxiu gasped, and silently shrank back again.

Chen Tianhong was also shocked.

I am more curious, the American president in this world is usually so free, not only has time to urge him to read novels, but even come to see him as the original author!
"It's a pity that the President of the United States here is not Obama. Otherwise, if you take a photo with him, you can sell a lot of money. I don't know if this person will ask for my autograph. If so, will I sign my Chinese or English name? That."

While Chen Tianhong was thinking wildly, they entered the building.

The place where the awards are presented is in the great hall of the cultural and educational organization. The building is in European style, shaped like a sky dome, with a slope-like structure and a thin cupola at the top.

Chen Tianhong's first impression was that it was big, even bigger than the auditorium at the United Nations Headquarters in his previous life memory.

The auditorium has a total of four floors of trapezoidal seating. This is where delegations from various countries sit. The greater the influence of a country, the closer the seats will be. The front seats are those of the seven standing committee countries.

Of course, dozens of seats in the front are reserved for news media personnel.

There are also some special seats facing the podium, which are for the president, vice president and some special guests of the cultural and educational organization. If Besley comes later, he will also sit here.

Chen Tianhong roughly estimated that several thousand people should be able to sit in the great hall.

The second feeling is luxury. Not to mention that all the seats are equipped with earphones, just talking about the decoration and decorations of the auditorium is an eye-opener for Chen Tianhong.

The most valuable thing is that there is a small library. The books in it are all important documents. It can be said that any book is a treasure. However, it is an exhibition and cannot be taken out for viewing. Most of it is symbolic. .

At this time, delegations from many countries had already arrived in the great hall, and Chen Tianhong's entrance also attracted the attention of many people.

Because the number of their group is a bit large, there are 15 people in total, and the delegations of normal countries only look like four or five people. With their size, they are all big countries.

The representatives all knew Yan Shanqing and knew that Huaxia Kingdom was coming, and then their eyes fell on Chen Tianhong. From this extremely young face, they already knew Chen Tianhong's identity.

The youngest participating writer in the International Youth Literature Competition in history, helped China return to the top of the list with an oriental sci-fi masterpiece "Three-Body Problem" and won No.1 in this competition, and the president of the United States personally urged to update the follow-up plot.
This series of auras and deeds made the representatives of various countries have a strong curiosity about this young man from the East. The pseudonym Hongwen also began to attract their attention. This circle is the world.
Being stared at by so many people at once, although Chen Tianhong couldn't understand their language, he knew they were talking about himself, which made Chen Tianhong a little nervous, after all, it was his first time on the international stage!

Zou Yingde saw Chen Tianhong's nervousness, he patted Chen Tianhong's back and said softly.

"Don't be nervous, just think it's still in the country, or in our Writers Association."

Chen Tianhong exhaled, followed Yan Shanqing to the seats in the front row, and gradually got used to the atmosphere of the great hall.

It's just that when they walked to their seats, before they sat down to rest, they saw a group of foreigners coming to them. The leader was an old man with white hair and a fluffy white beard. Barker, the chief executive.

"Mr. Yan, you are here!"

Buck greeted Yan Shanqing first.

Then he looked at Chen Tianhong, looked him up and down a few times, and asked kindly.

"This is Hongwen, the author of "Three-Body Problem", Chen...Tianhong, right?"

He said this sentence in Chinese, not very fluent, and he got stuck when saying his name.

"Hi, I'm Chen Tianhong."

Chen Tianhong replied in fluent English, indicating that he can communicate in English, instead of listening to bad Chinese, you might as well speak English directly.

"Hehe, Tianhong, let me introduce you, this is Mr. Barker"

Yan Shanqing gave a brief introduction.

"I didn't expect you to speak English very well, um, your writing is also good, and your clothes are even better!"

Buck used three good in a row, and anyone could tell that this guy really liked Chen Tianhong.

"Thank you!"

Chen Tianhong was not knocked out by Good, he still replied politely.

Before he came here, he had heard from Cao Xingkui that Barker and other writers from Western countries deliberately aimed at some things in China, so even if Buck was very enthusiastic, Chen Tianhong would not be so enthusiastic.

He even planned to make some insinuations in his speech later in order to diss them.

"Hi Chen Tianhong, I'm Brooke, the vice president of the Writers' Association of England. I've heard President Dryden talk about you. I didn't expect you to be younger than I thought!"

Brooke also greeted Chen Tianhong with a warm old face, and kindly stretched out his hands to pinch the clothes Chen Tianhong was wearing, especially slipping on the embroidery position, as if he liked it very much.

"Hello, my name is Aldrich, and I like your book "The Three-Body Problem" very much."

"Hi, I'm Arnold."

The Western writers who came over were also chatting intimately, and Chen Tianhong was a little suspicious of their courteous attitude. Are they really xenophobic?
Why is my attitude towards myself different from what the teacher described?

Or are they flattering themselves?Is it hypocritical?

But it doesn't look like it!
Just like that, Chen Tianhong dealt with it politely while muttering in his heart.

It wasn't until some delegations from countries close to China came to say hello that Chen Tianhong's smile became more cordial, but soon he fell into melancholy again.

The people who came were enthusiastic, but there were too many problems, which made him a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, Yan Shanqing, Zou Yingde and the others also helped to say a few words, otherwise Chen Tianhong would have been exhausted and paralyzed before he took the stage.

Chen Tianhong was not the only one who was melancholy, Hou Bangxiu who came with him was even more melancholy than Chen Tianhong.

It's just that the melancholy of the two is different, one is made by enthusiasm, the other is suffered from cold reception.

Because none of the people who came to greet him asked him. Among the huge crowd, Hou Bangxiu was like a transparent person, he couldn't even be a green leaf.

At this moment, Hou Bangxiu just wanted to start the awards ceremony as soon as possible, and he would return to China as soon as it was over. New York was a sad place for him, and he didn't want to stay any longer.

It can only be said that the joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked!

When Chen Tianhong was caught in the vortex of entertainment, the night had already enveloped Jinling City. The bright night scene and the ten-mile Qinhuai River made one dream back to the previous dynasty!
Liu Yifei helped her mother clean up the dishes, and after washing, she went back to the living room to turn on the TV, but found that her father, Liu Chuanbin, was already sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV screen intently.

This made Liu Yifei a little puzzled, Dad never liked watching TV!Usually at this time, I have already gone to the study to study economics.

She didn't understand until she saw CCTV 4 on the TV screen, which was rebroadcasting the program of New York TV station.

Dad, this is the award ceremony of the International Youth Literature Competition!

Then should I sit there, or go back to the room and use the computer to watch!

Liu Yifei was a little confused.

"Feifei, what are you doing standing at the kitchen door? Let's go! Watch TV, isn't Tianhong accepting the award today!"

Mother Ding Qinglan also came out of the kitchen after tidying up, and she took her daughter to the living room.

As he walked, he yelled at his husband.

"Old Liu, is our son-in-law on stage yet? Has the awards ceremony started yet?"

"Not yet, the camera is still showing the night scene of New York, the cultural capital, I don't think it's as beautiful as our Jinling, alas, it's almost nine o'clock, and the broadcast hasn't started yet, I don't know that our son-in-law is going to the cultural and educational organization building Is it gone?"

Whether it's Ding Qinglan or Liu Chuanbin, the sound of our son-in-law is very intimate and skillful, without any sense of disobedience.

Liu Yifei blushed when she heard that, even in front of her parents, she was still very shy when Chen Tianhong was mentioned.

In the end, Ding Qinglan pulled her to sit on the sofa.

"Feifei, do you want to call Tianhong? Ask where he is?"

Liu Chuanbin waited a little anxiously.

Before Liu Yifei took out her mobile phone, the picture on the TV screen changed, showing the scene inside the great hall.

Coincidentally, the camera just happened to be aimed at Chen Tianhong's direction.

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