Yang Weiwei finally won the most important Best Singer award tonight.

The weight of this award is also the heaviest in the whole party.

However, as the first day, it can be said that she deserves to win the award.

Xia Xing has no opinion on this.

After all, Yang Weiwei won this award with a woman who is easily injured, and in her previous life, this song allowed Faye Wong to establish the status of a diva.

But from the series of hatred values gained from Xia Xing, Xia Xing can think that Zhao Xiaoying has a lot of opinions about this.

In fact, it is not the song itself that has opinions, but the camera, Xia Xing and Yang Weiwei are sitting so close.

Don't think about it, after you go back, you will definitely be tortured and interrogated by Zhao Xiaoying.

Yang Weiwei walked to the stage, received the trophy from the award presenter, and began to give an acceptance speech.

"I want to thank my friend Mr. Xia Xing for winning the award this time, the song he wrote is amazing, and Mr. Xia can have half of the credit for winning the award this time. ”

Hearing Yang Weiwei's acceptance speech, Xia Xing was a little uneasy.

Because he received a barrage of 999 hatred points.

The camera swept to Xia Xing again, although Xia Xing kept smiling, the expression on his face was stiff.

Yang Weiwei was about to step down, but He Jun stopped her at this time.

"Vivi wait a minute, I've got such a heavy reward, I need to interview you. ”

This interview is all arranged, and of course, the content of the interview is also random.

Yang Weiwei stood next to He Jun, very tall, and with her beautiful appearance, she looked even more beautiful.

"Vivi, you've won this award many times, can you talk about your thoughts now?"

Yang Weiwei smiled: "Of course I'm excited now. ”

"This year, your song Hurt Woman is a big hit, and we feel a different feeling. ”

Yang Weiwei nodded: "Yes, I did encounter some bottlenecks in songwriting this year, but fortunately I met Mr. Xia Xing." ”

"Weiwei, I heard that Mr. Xia Xing is not easy to write songs for people, just now I saw the second half of this awards party, you also sat together, are you very good friends. ”

"Of course, both at work and in life, Xingxing and I are very, very good friends. ”

"Wow, wow, I just heard you call her a star, it seems that your relationship is not ordinary. ”

Yang Weiwei smiled: "Of course, we have a very, very good relationship in private." ”

"Does this Xiaoying know?" He Jun joked.

"Of course she knows, and we're good friends too. ”

The more Yang Weiwei candidly talks about her relationship with Xia Xing, the more it shows that the two of them are fine.

If it is vague, it makes people suspicious.

Listening to the interview on the stage, feeling the hatred of Zhao Xiaoying constantly pouring in, Xia Xing's whole person was not good.

"Weiwei, this guy, is trying to kill my rhythm!"

"But now Xia Xing is Xiaoying's husband, as a competitor, will Xia Xing still write songs for you?" He Jun suddenly asked a very sensitive question.

Yang Weiwei smiled, and looked at Xia Xing with beautiful eyes: "This question is going to be asked to Mr. Xia, Xingxing, will you still write songs for me?"

In an instant, the camera focused on Xia Xing again.

Xia Xing was very sad, but facing the camera, he had to laugh dryly and nodded.

After all, so many viewers are paying attention to Xia Xing now, and he can't let Yang Weiwei not get off the stage.

Xia Xing knew that he would be completely dead when he went back this time.

After Yang Weiwei stepped down, she sat next to Xia Xing again.

"Sister Weiwei, you're trying to trap me. ”

"Yes, I don't think Xiaoying will be so stingy. ”

"Won't you be so stingy?"

After such a while, Zhao Xiaoying has already contributed hundreds of thousands of hatred points, of course she is so stingy.

Women are such animals that love to be jealous.

With the most important awards announced, the whole party also came to an end.

Finally, the venue sounded the sound of the guqin, He Jun walked on the stage and read a small poem to the audience, and then said: "Everyone, everyone knows that in addition to awarding awards tonight, we have also prepared an activity for everyone, that is, the peak duel between Xia Shen and Professor Wu Zhou's poetry, Xia Xing once presided over the Chinese Poetry Conference swept China and also set off a national upsurge in learning poetry, and Professor Wu Zhou also broke the world Dinis record with poetry, and the collision between the two of them today must be very exciting." ”

"Okay, having said that, let's invite Xia Xing to take the stage again, and at the same time invite Professor Wu Zhou to take the stage. ”

At this time, a Chinese painting suddenly appeared on the giant screen on the stage, and with the circulation of the Chinese painting, suddenly the picture seemed to be alive, and a young man wearing ancient clothes walked out of the painting.

This way of taking the stage immediately aroused a round of applause from the audience.

In fact, Xia Xing saw that this was a magic trick, and it must have come from Luo Qian's hand.

No wonder Luo Qian came back today, it seems that in order to trample himself under his feet, Wu Zhou really tried his best.

At this time, the spotlight also shone on Xia Xing's body.

On stage, Wu Zhou had a smug smile on his face.

The reason why he went through all the trouble and appeared in such a cool way was to transfer the attention that originally belonged to Xia Xing to himself.

So far, he's succeeded.

However, Xia Xing smiled faintly, took out a fan from his arms, and then opened the folding fan and threw it out suddenly.

To everyone's surprise, the folding fan danced like a butterfly, first to the stage, and then to the edge of the stage, flying around the audience.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned, and their eyes were full of shock.

This is amazing, isn't it, does this fan have magical powers, how can it fly for so long?

In fact, this fan did not fly, but Xia Xing held the fan with a transparent shadow clone, creating the illusion that it was flying.

At the moment, no one was paying attention to the stage, all eyes were on the fan.

Wu Zhou's face on the stage was pale.

Originally, he wanted to steal Xia Xing's limelight, but he didn't expect that the dazzling aura was successfully snatched away by Xia Xing.

Although his appearance is amazing, it is just ordinary magic after all, but Xia Xing's flying fan is simply amazing.

All the audience stood up, their eyes wide, and their eyes were fixed on Xia Xing.

The fan danced in the ring as if it were alive.

At this time, Xia Xing also stepped into the ring, and almost at the same time, the fan went around and returned to Xia Xing's hand.

Xia Xing caught the fan and slapped it a few times, although Xia Xing was wearing a suit, his elegant demeanor was not lost to Wu Zhou in ancient costume.

Even Wu Zhou feels a bit like a clown jumping off the beam.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and then there was warm applause and cheers. 11