"Hold it, it's hot."

Jing Zeheng's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally warm.

Shen Fanyin took the milk tea cup in a daze, looked at him suspiciously with bright eyes, and asked sincerely: "Cousin, which male Dage class graduated from?" ”

She wanted to write three letters of recommendation to the Civil Affairs Bureau a day, sincerely suggesting that all marriageable men should be sent to the training.

The corners of Jing Zeheng's mouth lifted lightly and replied, "Ancestral." ”

Shen Fanyin smacked his tongue, "Okay." ”

She finally knew the reason why Ms. Shen came out of the shadows and married Uncle Jing.

The cold fingertips were warmed by the milk tea, and the warmth gradually spread, driving away the cold.

Shen Fanyin lowered his eyes and took a sip of milk tea, the tea flavor was very strong, and the sweetness of a small amount was just right, which was very palatable.

She took a few more sips.

Jing Zeheng sat upright, but his attention was always on her.

Seeing that she continued to drink after taking a sip, he was relieved.

After eating at home these days, he noticed that she was not too interested in sweets, and hated cilantro.

So after the first dinner, there was no coriander on the table, and the snacks at home were reduced to the sugar ratio as appropriate.

There are some details that really don't need to be explained.

The award ceremony was very boring, Shen Fanyin sipped milk tea, applauded with applause, watched the winners cry with joy, the losers pretended to be generous, and had to show a decent smile when the camera came.

She just wanted to know when it was all going to end.

Finally, when she drank half of the milk tea, she heard the host say:

“…… The following is the most watched award of this year's Golden Weaving Awards, the best designer! The designers nominated this time are-"

"A well-known master in the industry and a senior who has won the Golden Weaving Award three times, Zheng Xiuli!"

"An outstanding young designer who has won various awards at home and abroad, Luo Ning!"

“……”

Every time the host mentions one more nominee, a person's shot will be cut on the big screen.

Listening to the names of the others, Shen Fanyin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There are so many big names, and the award is her only god.

She held the milk tea cup, and the smile on her lips was much more sincere when she thought that she would be able to go home after the award was over.

As long as she is not allowed to go on stage, it will be fine.

"And the fledgling cutting-edge designer who has entered the public eye for the first time, Shen Fanyin!"

In the next second, Shen Fanyin saw that his smiling face also appeared on the big screen.

Because it was a close-up, the milk tea cup in her hand was not photographed, and the jacket on her leg was even less likely to enter the camera.

She simply sat upright and smiled, without the slightest consciousness of tidying up her appearance.

"I would like to invite our award presenter, Mr. Zeng Yao to read out the results!"

Amid the applause, Zeng Lao stood up from his central seat, waved to the audience, and then walked to the stage with a smile.

The stage staircase was on the side, and Zeng Lao happened to pass by Shen Fanyin when he passed.

Catching a glimpse of the milk tea in her hand, the corners of the old man's mouth couldn't help twitching twice.

He just saw Shen Fanyin smiling well-behaved, but he didn't expect that she would hold a cup of half-drunk milk tea outside the camera?

Zeng Lao frowned and gave her a look.

It's just that this look is too complicated, Shen Fanyin didn't understand it, and still smiled like a flower, just waiting to get home from work.

Zeng Lao came to the stage, greeted him with a smile and said a few words, and then took the envelope in the host's hand.

When he opened the envelope, he couldn't help but glance in Shen Fanyin's direction again.

And then he despaired.

His good apprentice was looking at the side door at this moment, probably wanting to wait for the host to say that she would rush out as soon as she was over.

Zeng Lao took a deep breath and stopped looking at her.

So be it!

He unfolded the envelope and said word for word:

"The winner of the Best Designer Award at the 43rd Golden Weaving Award is—"

"Shen Fanyin."

Shen Fanyin turned his head abruptly and looked at Zeng Lao on the stage in astonishment.

The smile on her face froze, and the hand holding the milk tea cup began to tighten, and the soft plastic cup was deformed by her pinching.

There was thunderous applause behind her, and all kinds of congratulations rushed into her ears.

But at the moment, she couldn't hear anything, just looked at the brightly lit stage, as if it was the execution ground.

With her hands empty, she subconsciously lowered her head and found that the milk tea was gone.

Jing Zeheng snatched the cup out of her hand before the milk tea overflowed.

He looked at her worriedly and asked, "Sanskrit, what's wrong?" ”

His voice recalled Shen Fanyin's distant thoughts.

She reluctantly pulled the corners of her lips and showed a smile that was not good-looking: "No, it's okay, I didn't expect it......"

Her appearance was in line with the nervousness and joy of the newcomer when he won the award, and others didn't think much about it, but Jing Zeheng frowned.

The tension and horror in her eyes were similar to last night's.

He was not in the mood to congratulate her, shook her hand vigorously and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

It was a familiar one, and he had told her it last night.

Looking at his deep eyes, Shen Fanyin felt at ease for no reason, and the uneasy emotion was suppressed a little.

She froze and stood up amid the congratulations of others.

Handing the blazer to Jing Zeheng, she walked slowly to the stage stairs.

The distance was not far, and Shen Fanyin had to step on the steps after walking ten steps.

Four steps, and then she stood on the stage.

The spotlight locked on her, and at this moment, she was the focus of the audience.

In the center of the stage, Zeng Lao was waving at her: "Girl, what do you want?" ”

The host smiled and played a round game: "Sanskrit is a little nervous, don't rush, take your time." ”

Shen Fanyin stood on the edge of the stage, took a deep breath and walked over.

It was so quiet that she could even hear her own footsteps.

Not as messy as that time, this time, there was only the sound of her own footsteps on the entire stage.

She secretly took a deep breath and comforted herself silently in her heart.

It's okay, really, it's all in the past, and that won't happen again...... She changed her surname, and after so many years, no one will remember it......

There were only these few words in her mind, and she muttered them over and over again, and she didn't even hear what the master said to her.

Zeng Lao looked at Shen Fanyin, who was so nervous that his hands were trembling slightly, and he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

This girl has always been not afraid of heaven and earth, what's wrong today?

It's just to come to the stage to receive an award, and she is not the person who is afraid of society!

When Zeng Lao handed the trophy to Shen Fanyin, he suddenly realized in hindsight-

In the four years of college, Shen Fanyin has never been on stage.

Shen Fanyin has excellent grades and is also beautiful. But whether it is the art festival or the outstanding student commendation meeting, whether the teacher personally invites her to perform on stage or she has a basket of awards to win, she has never been on stage.

Either she refuses to be sick, or she simply loses contact, and no one wants her to be on stage.

Only this time, she thought that she would never win the award, so she didn't hide from it.

There was a touch of worry in Zeng Lao's eyes.

He handed the trophy into Shen Fanyin's hand and whispered, "Girl, don't be nervous, Master is here." ”

Shen Fanyin bit the tip of her tongue, and the pain calmed her down a little.

She reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth and walked to the microphone at the host's motion.

She opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak.

In front of me, there is a black oppressive auditorium.

They applauded, not knowing whether it was true or false.

That...... That's also true.

She enjoyed everyone's applause and envy and was the center of the stage.

However, in the next second, she was dragged away by several men who rushed to the stage.

The cheers fell silent, the trophies shattered, and the envious eyes turned into horror and sympathy.