At the end of the awards, take pictures; After the flower offering, take pictures; At the end of the speech, take a photo......

For a moment, Kyosuke Hojo realized why some people consider the true meaning of travel to take pictures, and I am afraid that it is also a sense of ritual.

Originally, in the speech session after the flowers, he should have picked up the trophy again. But now, the trophy has been transferred to the audience, Mikiko Hojo.

Someone had thought about waving the trophy at his family in the air, but he hadn't had time to do it, and now his mother did it for him.

The stupid beauty, who looked very slender, held Kaseko in one hand and held the Honya Grand Prix trophy high in the other, waving it at her son on the stage, with a smile of joy on her face, as if she were the one who won the prize.

"Next, I would like to invite the winner, Kyosuke-san Hojo, to give his acceptance speech." Amamiya shouted expectantly.

Hearing this, the staff, who were already at a loss because they couldn't find the trophy, panicked even more.

Haha, Shiyu, I really like to mess around.

Thinking so in his heart, Kyosuke Hojo smiled and shook his head at the staff, signaling that he didn't mind, and then bowed to the audience with flowers in his arms.

Sure enough, he still prefers flowers to trophies, so let's put this bouquet in a vase today.

The stealth man stepped forward again and helped Kyosuke Hojo raise the microphone, and he nodded in thanks.

"Gentlemen, good day, I'm Kyosuke Hojo, the author of "The Devotion of Suspect X."

Holding colorful flowers in his right hand and smiling as he said this to the audience, Kyosuke Hojo once again thanked the best-selling man for his efforts.

There was warm applause inside and outside the venue, and looking at the man on the stage who seemed to be dressed in golden glow, every girl's eyes seemed to be glowing.

Tetsuta Shisaki looked at the big brother on the stage, his expression was fanatical, as if he wanted to become a microphone. But from time to time, his eyes still drifted to Hidenori Ishida.

This man is the biggest heretic on the scene, and others will show a congratulatory expression even if they pretend, only he gritted his teeth, his eyes breathed fire, his mouth kept saying impossible and the like, and his hands clenched into fists.

Wait, maybe his acceptance speech is "impossible"?

Although he didn't think that this person would have the courage to act irrationally, Shimisaki still paid some attention to him, but soon he realized that his worries were unnecessary. I saw that the two men who were still around Ishida Hidenori and touted him brainlessly before, now they have restrained him left and right, not to mention making trouble, even if they want to shout, they are afraid that they will be covered for the first time.

Of course, if you want to leave early, you can't do it, so you can only sit here and watch Kyosuke Hojo pick up the trophy and give an acceptance speech.

As the saying goes, if you can't be decent, I'll help you be decent.

It seems that the sequence of that person will be adjusted up a little later, looking at this scene, Samisaki was secretly shocked by the means of that one, and thought of it at the same time in his heart.

I thought it was an insignificant one among the women around my eldest brother, but I didn't expect the means to be so cruel.

Reassuring, he continued to turn his head to look at the stage.

On the stage, Kyosuke Hojo held a bouquet of flowers, stood up straight, and looked straight ahead with clear eyes:

"Thank you very much for awarding me such an outstanding award.

The first round of evaluation by 567 clerks from 465 bookstores, the second round of voting by 405 bookstores and 431 clerks and writing a recommendation to select my work as the book they most want to sell and recommend to customers.

As someone who would be taken to a bookstore by my mother when I was still illiterate, and I could look at another world from the picture book stories recited by the clerk, I really felt that the meaning of the Honya Grand Award was too heavy.

As long as I think of my family and friends walking into the bookstore, I will see my work in the most prominent position by the clerk, and my heart will be full of enthusiasm as if it is about to burst with magma.

Thank you for your hard work and for creating such a good award! ”

Draught did not forget the people who dug wells, and even the best-selling Jun Hojo Kyosuke who was not in the world did not forget, so naturally he did not forget to thank the organizers.

Warm applause rang out, and this time it was especially warm, because it joined a new force that even Hideyoshi Onizuka couldn't match.

Amamiya Miki, the emcee was so excited that she even forgot to turn off the microphone and began to applaud, but all the staff forgave her gaffe.

Thank you to the organizers for this kind of thing that every winner is doing, but like Kyosuke Hojo, he remembered all the bookstores, the number of clerks, and even said how he and the bookstore came together.

Amamiya Miki was even more excited with tears.

Some people think that courier is a profession that brings happiness to people, because every recipient, every day, is at home waiting for the delivery of the courier, and at the moment of signing, the voice of gratitude is full of happiness and sincerity.

Some people think that cooking is a career that brings happiness to people, because every diner, whether he comes hungry to fill his stomach or just wants to sit down and rest his tired body, must look forward to what the food will be served from the moment he sits down.

As Kyosuke Hojo said, the reason why neon has such a high reading rate among the people. It's not about the quality of people, it's about making people pick up books and turn the pages in all aspects.

Not to mention the coverage rate of the library, even if it is a bookstore that is only ten square meters in size, it will carefully sort out the list of clerk recommendations. Larger bookstores will have a special children's corner with clerks telling stories and picture books to children.

Amamiya Miki, a woman who is so good even as a host, that her colleagues think that she will succeed no matter what industry she is in. Why did she end her studies after graduating from high school and chose to enter a bookstore, because this is the "fate" between her and the bookstore.

She will never forget the first time her mother took her to the bookstore, when she stood helplessly in front of the huge bookshelf without knowing how to read, and the white glow on her face led her to the sofa full of children.

opened the "huge" picture book and showed the magnificent and magical ocean world in front of her. Beautiful Miss Mermaid, Carriage Pulled by Sharks, Bed Made of Shells, Prince in White Dress......

The little girl's eyes were big, round, shiny, and she looked at the clerk and the picture book without blinking......

One fantasy world after another, completely different from the present world, beautiful, cruel, and fantastical, was displayed in front of her through the clerk and through books.

At that moment, she decided that she wanted to be like that.

Not everyone can create that kind of world, and that requires unique talents. But she can enter it, she can tell others about the beautiful scenery, and she can let "children" like her see a different world.

Amamiya Miki, who had turned off the microphone, was already clapping vigorously, and the big eyes that looked at Kyosuke Hojo were like looking at the omnipotent clerk sister when he was a child, sparkling.

Everyone was moved by Kyosuke Hojo's speech, and only the Hojo couple and Sakura Yamauchi had a strange expression on their faces.

"I remember, Kyosuke doesn't seem to read children's books when he first goes to the bookstore, right?" Hojo Ichiro asked with some uncertainty.

"You're mistaken, Kyosuke is so cute, of course he keeps begging me to read him fairy tales!" Mikiko Hojo categorically denied it.

"Huh?"

Ichiro Hojo scratched his head, he was very confident in his memory.

His son took him to the bookstore with his wife at the time, and the clerk also pointed out the children's book section, but Kyosuke Hojo didn't appreciate it at all, and walked directly to the social science area, holding the encyclopedia and reading it.

It was an adult book full of kanji, and it was completely different from picture books that were basically written in kana, not to mention Kyosuke Hojo, who was only five years old at the time, and even children in the fourth and fifth grades had a hard time reading fluently. But his own son knows every Chinese character.

Well, a very struggling child, it's Sakura Yamauchi.

"Sakura, did Kyosuke-kun like storybooks when he was a kid?" Glass asked in a whisper, in my memory, it seems that I haven't seen it at Kyosuke-kun's house.

"Yes, he likes it so much, every time he goes to the bookstore, he pulls me to read me stories non-stop." Yamauchi Sakura smiled and said confidently.

As soon as I heard this, not to mention the straight flower who was already rolling her eyes, both the glass and the three leaves guessed the truth for the first time.

Yes, the person who really looks at another world through the sound of a trickle of chanting from a picture book is Sakura Yamauchi.

Hiragana and katakana have been mastered by every third-grade child, but there are too many kanji to be mastered. Little Sakura naturally won't, just as she didn't like to read when she grew up, she didn't like to read when she was a child, she was such a consistent person.

Just as she likes to watch movies when she grows up, she also likes to listen to stories when she is a child, as a person who looks at the cement wall and looks forward to whether a cavalry team will break out of the hole in the corroded wall, storybooks or something, the most interesting!

So, whenever she went to the bookstore, she would find a large stack of story books and put them aside, constantly begging Kyosuke to read the story for her. Aunt Mijiko? Like any other child, she would sit quietly on the side, waiting for Kyosuke to sigh and start reading the story.

Even at night when there is no bedtime story, Kyosuke's warm and clear voice like a stream will flow in the girl's ears, accompany her to sleep, and nourish her soul after a tiring day.

No matter how enthusiastic the applause is, there will be a moment, and the scene will become quiet again, and the eyes of the whole world will be focused on the man on the stage, looking forward to his words.

"Just yesterday, the last petal of the cherry blossom tree in my house also withered. When the pink, fish-like petals landed in my palm, a question appeared in my head.

When we are moved by the vitality of the cherry blossoms at the moment of blooming, shocked by the wabi-sabi at the moment when the cherry blossoms wither, cheered for the cherry blossoms year after year, and named her with many names, what kind of mood will the cherry blossoms have? Will she be happy? Will she be embarrassed? Will she be upset? ”

Kyosuke Hojo's voice was as clear and clear as the cold wind on the ice field, and at the moment everything was silent, only his voice echoed in the huge venue, and every word came into people's ears clearly, and everyone couldn't help but concentrate, listening to his words, thinking along with him, and looking forward to his answers to their questions.

"Can Sakura think?"

Kyosuke Hojo raised his left hand and lowered his head slightly. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at his hand, as if there was really a last cherry blossom in the palm of that broad palm.

"A gust of wind blew off the petals in my hand and brought me the answer."

His fingers spread slightly, then clenched again.

Of course, Sakura doesn't think, and she doesn't know that people's heartstrings can flutter as she blooms and withers. Just like the spring breeze, he didn't know that he would bring warmth to the cherry blossoms and vitality to all things.

I was ashamed to receive this award, but when the spring breeze blew, the cherry blossoms bloomed and the story appeared in my head. I told the story of Ishigami to everyone, and with the book "The Dedication of Suspect X", I tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

Like all of you, my heart was struck by Ishigami's love. Because of everyone's love, this honor that does not belong to me has been brought to me. ”

Bang Bang -

Hojo Kyosuke paused slightly, applause rang out again, and everyone heard too many modest words, just traditional arts. But it's really rare to see someone on stage who said it so fresh and sincere.

It's not just the reporters, Hideyoshi Onizuka has even started screaming.

That's it, that's the man I like.

In the darkness, Kasumigaoka Shiha's burgundy eyes shimmered with a glowing glow.

No matter when, Kyosuke is so humble and polite.

At that time, he, who saved his life, was also so humble. There was not the slightest arrogance, not even the salvation that was seen as a favor to oneself. He even sent Hideyoshi Onizuka to explain to him, so that he could accept this help with peace of mind.

Kyosuke, Kyosuke......

The girl's throat let out a subtle moan, and a pair of water-cut eyes seemed to contain endless affection.

Now, it's my turn to protect you.

Kyosuke Hojo nodded in thanks to everyone's applause, and then continued:

"I had the idea to write this book in April last year, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. At that time, the seniors who took care of me in the club left the school and started a new chapter in their lives. I thought, when should I start a new chapter?

As I said before, the spring breeze brought cherry blossoms, and I was standing under the trees to write this book.

As some seniors said when "The Devotion of Suspect X" was released, I, a person who draws comics, suddenly broke into the field of reasoning, am I too ignorant of the sky, am I taking literature too lightly, and I am not looking down on them. ”

Thanks to the two 10,000 rewards of the "Brother Hui" boss, Jia can only be owed temporarily, and will work hard to write the story well

There are still six thousand left, and I will finish writing it before four o'clock

(End of chapter)