A glimpse of beauty in childhood made Wen Xi embark on the path of painting without hesitation.
Amidst the warm applause from the crowd, Tang Wen walked up to the podium with tears in her eyes.
The years, as sharp as a knife, have carved indelible marks on the face that was once young...but the light in her eyes is still dazzling.
Dreams never grow old.
Love will never be defeated.
If something can be defeated, then there is no question of loving it.
"grateful."
Tang Wen thanked many people and many things with a trembling voice, and choked up at one point.
At the end of my speech, I finally managed to control my emotions.
"Everyone is really strong!" She read out the names of Wen Xi and the others who were nominated one by one, and said with a faint smile, "I don't think winning this award today can be attributed to luck. Maybe the judges took pity on me. After all, the younger generation pushes the older generation out. I'm afraid I won't have this opportunity next time."
Tang Wen made a playful joke.
Everyone knew about her experience of running as a runner-up several times, and the people below all smiled kindly, and became more fond of this humble woman.
Since its establishment, the Golden Dragon Award has been the most prestigious award in China, with very little water in it, otherwise it would also be famous internationally.
Her work this time is indeed the most brilliant presentation in her painting career, and no one can disagree with it. However, she is not complacent at all, but instead does not forget to comfort and encourage the younger generations.
This kind of courage alone is rare.
After she stepped down from the podium, several nominated juniors walked over one by one and saluted and congratulated her.
When she saw Wen Xi, Tang Wen's eyes lit up: "I'm your fan."
Wen Xi was stunned, and an indescribable joy suddenly rose in his heart.
Being recognized by the idol you have been a fan of since childhood is such an amazing feeling, it really makes you feel extremely happy.
"What a coincidence, Uncle Tang, I'm also your fan."
Wen Xi replied with a sweet smile.
Uncle Tang is the nickname given to Tang Wen by her fans.
"Really?" Tang Wen was surprised and delighted. She held the winning work in her hand in front of Wen Xi and said, "This is for you!"
"Isn't this too expensive?"
Tang Wen shook her head and happily pulled him to a seat. She pulled out a copy of "Mountains and Seas" from her bag, held it up in front of Wen Xi and said, "Sign it for me, and we'll be even!"
Tang Wen had a smile on her face, not realizing at all how much of a loss it was to exchange the original manuscript for just a signature.
Wen Xi touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed.
When Uncle Tang said he was her fan just now, I thought he was just being polite, but I didn't expect him to carry her book with him.
She signed her name carefully and even drew an impromptu sketch.
"Uncle Tang, which little mythical beast do you like best? I'll give you the original manuscript next time we meet."
Tang Wen was not polite: "Ah, really? But I like so many of them, what should I do? You have to let me think about it carefully before making a decision!"
"Okay, tell me whenever you think of it."
"Okay, okay. Thank you in advance, Xiao Liubai!"
Tang Wen's eyes were shining, and her mouth was almost stretched to her ears with joy. She didn't look like someone who was almost forty at all.
Wen Xi couldn't help but think of a sentence she had seen while browsing Weibo.
Some people die at thirty, but aren't buried until they are seventy.
Tang Wen, however, has always been alive, always living at the age of eighteen, no matter what she has experienced.
A young girl from a remote mountain village dropped out of junior high school due to poverty. She came to the city to work and learn painting. Despite being exploited, she had to live frugally, sending her meager salary to the elderly man who raised her.
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