Zhou Xiang took the small gift box with both hands, "Thank you, Mr. Zhao!"
The fourth old man slowly walked over, and Zhou Xiang's smile faded a lot. "Welcome, Mr. Jiang, to my humble home."
Even though Jiang Xing'an heard these sarcastic and unwelcome words, his face was full of excitement. "Think about it."
"Please call me Zhou Xiang."
Jiang Xing'an changed his words without caring and handed over the small gift box in his hand, "Zhou Xiang, happy wedding!"
Zhou Xiang also took it with both hands to show respect, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang."
In fact, she really wanted to throw away the gift box, but the occasion and the camera recording her made her hold back.
After the five cars left the Zhou family's gate, the old leader stood in the middle of the cement road, with Professor Chu, Mr. Yue, Mr. Xiao, Mr. Zhao, and Jiang Xing'an standing on both sides of him.
Suddenly, the national anthem sounded and all the guests in the yard stood up immediately.
The old leader took a glittering golden medal from a box held by a security guard who approached him and said to the camera, "Recently, everyone has paid special attention to 'Four Thousand Years of the Huai River.' ... In recognition of Comrade Zhou Xiang's great contributions, I hereby award him the National Medal."
Ling Ran pulled his dazed wife and said, "Go quickly!"
Zhou wanted to come back to her senses from the old leader's long speech. This was the medal she had always dreamed of, but she didn't seem very happy. However, the old leader's long speech was definitely going to be edited into the news, and she couldn't bear to be scolded by the people of the whole country.
With an ecstatic smile, she walked up to the old leader and bowed her head slightly. The old leader put the medal around her neck.
At this moment, with the medal hanging around my neck, although I didn't feel as happy as I had imagined, I felt so sad that tears couldn't help but flow down my face.
The old leader sighed, patted her shoulder to comfort her, pulled her to his side, and asked Ling Ran to stand on his other side, facing the camera, leaving behind a precious photo with historical significance.
The photo shoot was over, the photographer got in the car and left, and the national anthem music that had suddenly sounded also stopped.
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