Pick the stars with no hands.

White sleeves plain hands red cherries, three thousand green silk catkins oblique.

No matter how many stumbling blocks, at this moment, she finally shines and falls into the dust.

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After taking two deep breaths quietly, she struggled to suppress the throbbing she had just made.

A black suit, a Peugeot bow tie, a white shirt and fingers in a trouser pocket.

The smell of van incense roses when he walked by was in her mind, and she couldn't shake it off.

Fanxiang rose, the taste of enlightenment.

Her eyes followed him, but luckily the lights in the hallway were dimmed, otherwise she could see her eyes.

Meng Fanhua and his seat were far away, at least seven to eight rows apart.

Looking at her from here, his back is good-looking.

Next to Lin Yihua are Cui Jianhong and Luoxi, the two hottest boys this year are probably Cui Jianhong and Lin Yihua.

Cui Jianhong is a modern idol drama, and Lin Yihua is a Xianxia drama and an ancient drama.

In this kind of big award, Xianxia dramas and idol dramas have always been unfavored, but that ancient drama has always been called well-made, and the restoration of history is also relatively appropriate, and the props are also handled with great care, to put it bluntly, it is Yu Ji who spent a lot of money, even props and costumes.

The beauty piled up with money is a taste of elegance.

There can always be some awards, if fair.

Meng Fanhua comforted herself like this.

It finally began, and she ended her damn pleasantries.

In the end, only those people were left chattering, she had heard enough flattery and showing off, some people tried their best to greet Yu Ji's daughter in order to show that they knew Yu Ji's daughter, but Meng Fanhua didn't know who it was at all.

In the end, she actually began to discuss her lipstick number, and in this way, she also experienced the peak of pick-up.

The expensive stage, the richly dressed host, the rhinestone-studded microphone, everything is exactly like on TV.

She stayed up the most hateful night, watching this splendid fireworks.

"Best Director: Chen Yuan. ”

There is no suspense, this year's big productions are all in the hands of Chen Yuan, and Yu Ji is willing to spend money, the rigorous and delicate Chen Yuan and the romanticism like Khan are a perfect match.

Meng Fanhua couldn't help but clap her hands, Chen Yuan deserved it.

Next up is the Outstanding Author Award.

Not surprisingly, Meng Fanhua was captured on the big screen, Yu Ji's daughter!

There was a whisper from the audience.

The expression on Meng Fanhua's face is not rich, but it is just professionalism, giving a signature smile, and the smile is dignified.

At this moment, Meng Fanhua didn't feel anything by herself, because she felt that it was not hers.

But the hearts of many people in the audience are tugging.

What's more, Xu Liqiu kept biting the nails on his hands, and his heart was beating wildly.

Lin Ruhua looked like a water, but his fingers were cold.

How could the award tailored for Meng Fanhua change hands.

The guest of honor was Na Ruhan, whose smile was always weird.

"Flowers in my dreams. ”

In four words, the tense nerves were finally comforted.

After only a second of silent surprise, she got up with a smile and walked all the way from behind, without pretentiousness and with a dignified expression.

Passing by Lin Ruhua's side, it seemed that he had walked for thousands of years, and at that moment it seemed that only the heartbeat of the two of them could be heard.

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

The road walked by high heels was crystal clear and deep, and the sound was in the ears.

Every sound stepped on Lin Ruhua's heart.

When she came to the stage, the familiarity she came with at her fingertips seemed to be never strange, but also a kind of calmness.

Everyone's ladies are calm.

Smiled and took the trophy in Na Ruhan's hand, a few words of thanks, thanks to the readers, thanks to the audience, thanks to the actors, that's all, cliché.

At this point, Meng Fanhua is the winner with the fewest lines on the stage tonight.

"Well, flowers bloom in dreams. ”

Meng Fanhua was about to step down, but was suddenly persuaded by the host.

Without this line, no one told her, and there was her role next.

Yes, not really.

But someone was allowed to play on the spot.

It's still a big play.

"I heard that you are not only the author, but also participated in the filming of TV dramas, as we all know, the author has never been involved in this kind of occasion, so, is there anything special about it?"

"Do you want me to tell the truth?"

Meng Fanhua reversed the host.

"We like to hear the truth. Of course, if it's inconvenient, you can also tell a lie. ”

This host is not simple, and he still smiles at her choking, and he sees the tricks.

Who said the hostess is a vase?

Come out and get beaten!

"This, a special place? I want to think about it...... Oh, you're trying to tell me that I'm special, right?"

The audience burst into laughter, identity?

The first thing that everyone thought of was Yu Ji's daughter.

Laughing out loud is naturally the best response.

The lengthy foreshadowing should not be to ask these marginal questions.

Sure enough, it was followed by their big move:

"Our author is as gentle and dignified as the rumors. ”

Hehe, the irony is very good, Meng Fanhua wants to see what kind of moth she is going to make.

"In this way, Lin Yihua, Cui Jianhong, and Luoxi are all popular actors this year, who do you hope to win this award? This must be true!"

The hostess said it so gently, but every word pierced her heart, and it was the hostess who hid a knife in her smile.

She didn't expect that someone would be in public, and during the live broadcast, someone would ask her this question.

Although she must be Lin Bihua in her heart, she is no longer the rampaging little girl, speak, be responsible, she has this lesson, she knows everyone's expectations, and she also knows what the breaking point is, and she knows the bloody storm after this, and she has learned the harm caused by online language violence.

Na Ru Khan's face was confused, such a question, every step was leading her to dig her own grave.

At the same time, the director aimed the camera at Meng Fanhua, Lin Ruhua, Cui Jianhong, Luo Xi, and Sigongge in real time, which was just right.

No more, no less.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and what I was most afraid of was this sudden silence.

The camera captures every subtle expression, which is indeed worth playing at this time, what to say about the flowers in the dream, everyone is holding their breath.

Quiet for about 30 seconds, Meng Fanhua's reaction ability is first-class, when she is the author, she is good at digging pits, and she is also good at filling pits, and she is comfortable with the small skills of carving insects.

The corners of his mouth are raised, his eyebrows are smiling, and he is out of the water hibiscus.

"They are all excellent actors, and the male and female protagonists in my heart are, of course, Ling Xianchen and Chenyi. ”

It's still a dream of flowers, and it's considered to stay calm.

Na Ruhan was already covering his mouth next to him, and Meng Fanhua was still so unexpected and stable.

I don't know who took the lead, and the sound of applause came and went.

Yu Ji's face was full of honor to congratulate the eldest lady on winning the award, although it was pretended.

Lin Ruhua seemed to be discordant among the people who applauded, he just looked at the stage, and did not smile or applaud.

After tonight, this smile will be full of spring flowers.