Chie Sakai's red Porsche 911 was slowly parked in the parking area of the main venue. It has become a gathering place for luxury cars. Mercedes, BMW, Land Rover, Porsche...... It's got it all. The time they arrived here was not the earliest, nor the latest, but just right.

When he opened the passenger door, he took the first step out of the sports car, and closed the door with his backhand. And in his left hand was Chie Sakai, who was holding two invitations and the car keys in his right hand, and he got out of the car and closed the door in the next step. She pressed the car key in her hand, and with a long sound of "drip", the front and rear lights flashed together, as if the electronic lock was on in the blink of an eye.

Sakai Chie, who seemed very calm and calm, took the initiative to go around the front of Takeshita Kussake, and personally tidied up his clothes again. Then, then, he moved his steps to his right, then turned his back and put the car keys into his coat pocket, and slowly took his right arm and walked forward together.

Although the awards dinner is not like a movie star walking all the way on the red carpet and signing on the wall panel, there are still many followers and fans who come here to see their idol writers on the left and right sides of the main entrance. Standing on both sides of the red line, some of them were holding cards, slogans, and small gifts made by themselves...... Of course, this is also the focus of the staff in charge of security and order, and the purpose is to worry that some of them will be too excited, and even do something excessive.

Their loud screams and shouts are no less powerful than those fanatical star-chasers. There are also many of them holding up a book by their favorite author with both hands, so that the other party can notice it when it passes, so that they can have the opportunity to get the other person to sign the book.

At the moment when Sakai Chie appeared holding Takeshita's right arm, the fans did not fall into madness, but ignited the greatest enthusiasm of a group of news media people. Before coming here to work, they naturally made some homework preparations, on the one hand, they had to clearly know that there would be some well-known domestic heavyweight first- and second-tier writers, famous critics, and gold medal screenwriters at the awards dinner tonight...... On the other hand, you have to figure out who the two biggest protagonists tonight, one Akutagawa Award winner is, and the other is the Naoki Award winner.

The "clicking" of various digital cameras is non-stop. The camera's lens is invariably focused on Takeshita Kusake, one of the two real protagonists tonight, and his female companion Chie Sakai. They all tacitly understand that the status of the Akutagawa Prize and the Naoki Award in the Japanese literary world is completely different.

Even if the bonuses are the same, it's not the same thing at all. The former represents a writer establishing himself in the domestic literary scene, while the latter just shows that he is a best-selling author. In short, it's like Yan Lianke and Guo Jingming represent completely different directions for the left and right respectively.

Takeshita Kusaoji, who once faced the public media at home, although he had a little experience, was still nervous in his heart, and it was even more serious than the first time, after all, there were many more large and small media present this time than the previous time. And the most terrible thing is that his ears are very sharp, and he hears a female host holding a microphone and saying, live broadcast or something.

Feeling that he was nervous, Chie Sakai, who couldn't help but make his body tremble, always maintained a charming smile on his face to face the crowd and all kinds of cameras, and did not forget to remind him with the voice of mosquitoes and flies: "Relax, don't be nervous." Don't forget what you said, just treat them like big pumpkins one by one. ”

Trying to maintain inner peace, so that the movements and expressions are very natural, Takeshita Grass Mustard, on the one hand, is thinking about whether Beichuan's mother and daughter will watch TV, and whether they will see themselves on TV, on the other hand, he also said to her next to her with the voice of mosquitoes and flies: "I really didn't expect that there will be too many pumpkins tonight." I said, aren't you cold when you wear so little? ”

"Take care of yourself first!" Secretly pinched Sakai on his arm, the original physique was very good, coupled with her regular fitness, so she didn't look at the temperature for the sake of demeanor.

The inside of her right arm was pinched by her, although she felt a little more pain, but it helped to relieve a certain amount of tension in her heart. Suddenly, I heard a small group of people in the crowd holding up a paper sign that read "Takeshita Grass Mustard Book Friends Support Group". They worked very hard in their direction and shouted loudly in unison, "Takeshita sensei".

I never dreamed that there would be such a Takeshita grass mustard, and my attention was immediately attracted to it. Although I saw that there were only five of them, I couldn't be moved in my heart. His memory is super strong, almost non-human, and the more he sees a woman led by them, the more familiar he becomes. I'm sure I've seen her somewhere.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who remembered it after a while, recognized this person, and she was the waitress who had served the three of them in the Kira Western Restaurant where she received the manuscript fee for the first time and took Kitagawa mother and daughter to extravagant consumption. He was so surprised that he didn't expect someone like her to be his loyal reader.

According to common sense, the works that you publish are often not liked by ordinary people, and the other party should like the novels written by popular writers like the Naoki Award winners. Perhaps, she is just working there part-time, not to make a living, and her main business may not be the person who does that kind of work.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who looked at her face carefully, estimated that she was about twenty years old, and it was possible that she was still in college, and she was working at a Western restaurant in Muliang just to earn tuition or pocket money. After all, one of the things that makes Japanese families different from Chinese families is that they often have more than one child.

Parents of ordinary Japanese working-class families will only give their children a certain amount of pocket money every week, or month, and the average is relatively small. After the child has spent it, or feels that it is not enough, they often will not give it again. At the same time, older Japanese children who already have the concept of self-reliance will take the initiative to go out to work part-time to make up for the lack of personal pocket money.