He scrutinized his wife. She wore a snow-white silk blouse and a dark green suit made of a blend of cashmere and silk. The flashes of the cameras shone on her suit, giving it a dull, muted glow, as did her face, the pigeon-egg-sized blue diamond on her chest, and the ring of tiny diamonds around it. They also shone on the large, dazzling diamond on her earlobe. Tonight, Mrs. Nie was the most beautiful and radiant guest.
Dressed in a diamond-encrusted gown, with smooth, fair skin, she wore only a light layer of makeup, yet she was dazzling.
Of course, the reporter was only willing to capture her exceptionally beautiful appearance tonight, but what Nie Zhao loved and relied on was always her soul. He was more willing to care about her physical health and protect it in a subtle and gentle way.
He reminded her at the right moment, "The carpet is wrinkled, be careful not to slip and fall."
So, their car was in front, and Mr. Er and Mr. Dong's car was behind, so they were the ones who passed through the red carpet area first.
Just after they left, there was a brief commotion behind them, and Nie Zhao instinctively stopped.
Born with a tendency to worry, he was concerned that the two old men hadn't taken good care of the child, whether A Yuan had pulled off his mask, or whether he himself couldn't walk properly and had caused the child to fall. But of course, he didn't tell Chen Rou any of this; he simply slowed down.
But when he turned around, he heard an even louder uproar, and the flashes of light seemed even more intense than before.
What happened? His son wasn't wearing sunglasses. Are his eyes okay? We shouldn't let the light hurt the child.
He regretted it a little, regretting that he had just agreed to let two old men, who couldn't even walk properly themselves, take his son.
Chen Rou was also very curious, so she stopped and turned around with the staff along the way to see what was going on.
On the way here, the first person to arrive was Master Dong, who should have been happy, but he seemed a little jealous.
He looked back at the background wall. Erye and Ayuan hadn't arrived yet, so what was going on?
Finally, first A Yuan, then Er Ye, walked hand in hand across the backdrop.
Upon seeing this, Nie Zhao first let out a breath, calming his nerves.
Chen Rou said that even if these two old men were to die, they would definitely fight one last time before they breathed their last.
Nie Zhao prepared a black face mask for A Yuan that matched the color of his suit.
But today, while Master Dong was showing off, Master Er hadn't uttered a sound. She thought he thought Master Dong was too childish and looked down on him, so he was too refined and wouldn't fight with Master Dong. But that wasn't the case at all. In fact, Master Er's move was a decisive one.
He probably bought it from mainland China; it was a small national flag sticker.
It was pasted onto one side of A Yuan's black mask, which covered most of his face; it was miniature yet distinctive.
He must have taken it out and put it on when he got off the bus, and with that one put-on, A Yuan stole the limelight from Master Dong.
That's why the reporters were making such a fuss, with their flashes even more intense than when she walked by.
A-Yuan himself was also very happy with it. He ran towards his mother, jumping up and down, pointing to his cheek: "Mom, look!"
When Grandpa Er came walking with faltering steps, she took his hand and said, "Grandpa Er, give it to me!"
Nie Zhao couldn't help but praise, "So beautiful."
He added, "A-Yuan, you should thank Grandpa Er."
As expected, he intercepted them halfway through the journey. Grandpa Er smiled slightly, took his beloved little grandson, and left.
Slammed onto the beach, powerless to retaliate, Master Dong could only groan, "You old scoundrel, so cunning, so incredibly cunning!"
He also said, "The journey is long and the days are far, but he'll be waiting for me."
Yes, though the journey is long and the mountains and rivers are far, the days ahead are still long.
At this moment, hand in hand, Nie Zhao and his wife entered the convention center to watch the ceremony.
At the same time, Huo Qi finally met the enemies he had imagined in his mind, his future colleagues and comrades-in-arms. However, he was calm because he knew that there was still a long time ahead and he had time to prove himself to them.
Chen Ke stood in front of the surveillance cameras in the police station, staring at all the screens and the crowd of people on them, silently taking notes. These notes were all experiences and outlines, because there was still a long way to go and a lot of work to do.
He maintains a calm mindset, but he doesn't slack off. He's a true workhorse, patiently and meticulously working day after day.
Yue Zhongqi stood in the dim light, waving to Nie Yao, who was riding in a truck as he passed by.
Today's task is just one of many things he needs to complete.
He stared at his subordinates, feeling both disgusted and amused by their youth and charm.
There's still a long way to go; he has time to tighten their screws, fix them, praise them, and scold them.
Nie Jiajun was at Chungking Mansions, a building housing countless people.
Most people were outside tonight, and he was fortunate enough to witness and understand why the people of Hong Kong call it a forest.
Chungking Mansions, a forest of people, his young girlfriend is on duty, waiting to change her police badge.
As a young man deeply in love, he felt that time was too short, so short that he had to go abroad to continue his studies after just winning over his girlfriend. Yet he also felt that time was too long, so long that he was afraid that when he came back, his girlfriend would be taken away by someone else. The more he thought about it, the more distressed he became.
Just as the moon waxes and wanes, so too do people experience joy and sorrow. Tonight, Nie Jiajun's heart is filled with both sweetness and bitterness.
Nie Jiayu, holding Nie Han's hand, was at the scene with a group of young college students, squeezed in the middle of the crowd.
Nie Jiayu is the kind of simpleton who's a bit of a goofball. He likes one of the girls, which is why he squeezed in with a group of students. Nie Han endured the high-decibel screams of these young people just to help him.
Otherwise, she should have stayed home tonight, enjoying the spicy late-night snack that Uncle Song had tried to make for her, comfortably lying on the sofa, watching TV and relaxing.
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