Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 445 National Book Critics Circle Award Ceremony
Of course Emily is going.

Not as Fang Minghua's companion, but she herself also received an invitation from the National Book Critics Circle Award organizing committee.

"Minghua, do I look good in this outfit?"

In Fang Minghua's room, Emily looked in the mirror while wearing an evening dress and asked.

Now Emily is no longer dressed in a cool T-shirt and denim shorts yesterday, but in a purple dress, which outlines her graceful figure. Her golden hair is draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, and she looks very beautiful with exquisite makeup. Very charming.

"It's good-looking, very good-looking. A beautiful woman will definitely captivate a lot of men." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

After hearing this, Emily turned her head and looked at Fang Minghua.

Fang Minghua is also packing his clothes.

Wearing a black suit, a white shirt and a bow tie, and shiny leather shoes, at 1.78 meters he is not short even in the United States.

The more I look at it, the better it looks.

Of course it's not just for fun.

"What do you regret?"

After packing up, the two left the room and took the elevator to the lobby. Evans was already waiting in the lobby. The three of them got into the Lexus and went straight to Carnegie Hall.

"Haha, it's too late." Fang Minghua laughed.

One is a favorite to win the National Book Critics Circle Award this year, and the other is a best-selling female author who has been on the rise in the past two years.

Today is the National Book Critics Circle Awards Ceremony, and of course Li Li wants to watch it.

This is a wealthy area in San Francisco, overlooking the San Francisco Bay, close to parks and the Golden Gate Bridge, and the scenery is unparalleled.

Carnegie Hall is located on 57th Street, Seventh Avenue, Manhattan. It is said to have been funded and built in 1891 by the American steel magnate and philanthropist Andrew Carnegie.

It was designed in the Italian Renaissance style and built of bricks and brown sandstone. Fang Minghua and the other two people arrived, and people were already entering the steps of the concert hall one after another.

"When you visited the University of Iowa, you weren't married yet, were you? I should have tried my best to chase you, or as you Chinese would say, I would have stalked you!" Emily said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

The car stopped at the door and the two got out of the car.

The image of the two entering the concert hall arm in arm quickly spread to thousands of households.

Although this was not an Oscar ceremony where stars competed for beauty, the appearance of Fang Minghua and Emily quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding crowd and reporters.

Hillsborough District, San Francisco, USA.

"Hey, you are a typical representative of oriental men, elegant yet handsome!" Emily also looked at Fang Minghua's appearance and sighed. "Minghua, I regret it."

Li Li and Demi were classmates at Oxford University and had a good relationship. After graduation, Demi invited Li Li to visit her home in the United States, and Li Li happily went.

What's more important is that both of them are young, one is handsome and the other is beautiful. They look like a golden boy together.

In a room on the second floor of a villa, two girls were watching TV.

One has flaxen hair and is wearing hot pants. She is Demi, the daughter of the owner of the villa. The other is a quiet oriental girl with black hair and black eyes. She is wearing a white dress and is Li Li.

So many reporters' cameras and cameras were pointed at them, and the American Broadcasting and Television Corporation (ABC) was broadcasting live.

Emily naturally took Fang Minghua's arm and walked up the steps together.

The two girls were sitting on the sofa, hugging pillows, watching TV and talking.

"Oh, he is your brother-in-law Fang Minghua." A handsome oriental man appeared on the TV screen, and a reporter introduced him.

"Sure enough, he is so handsome." Demi exclaimed.

"Yeah," Li Li responded, but her eyes fell on the young beauty holding Fang Minghua's arm.

Seeing Li Li's gaze, Demi immediately introduced her.

"Her name is Emily. She is a best-selling author in our country. She has become very popular in the past two years." "I have heard of it, and I have also read the novel "Before Sunrise" written by her." Li Li replied .

"Yes, yes, that is her debut novel. Some people say it is her semi-autobiographical novel. It is about the love story between her and the writer Minghua. Now it seems that their relationship is indeed unusual. They are almost like a couple. ”

Suddenly, Demi shut up quickly. She felt that she had said too much.

Minghua is the cousin-in-law of my best friend in front of me.

If Fang Minghua really had an affair with Emily, it would not be a good thing for Li Li.

This gossip can no longer be spread.

But after hearing this, Li Li pursed her lips and smiled: "No, I believe my brother-in-law is not such a person."

"Why? Men all like beautiful women, let alone a beautiful and talented woman like Emily. Minghua is handsome and talented, and Emily will throw himself into his arms without him taking the initiative!" Demi The analysis is plausible.

"Whether Emily will throw herself into her arms, I don't know, but Minghua will not accept it. Because if they really have something, they will never be so high-profile. Demi, you don't understand Chinese men. Besides, I understand me Minghua, I knew Minghua earlier than my cousin.”

"Ah? Really? How do you know each other?" Demi suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a big melon inside.

"It was at a poetry recital when I was in college in China. He was not a writer at that time, just a doorman watching the door. Well, if you don't talk about this, I won't watch it. I have to prepare. I will go to Professor Anthony tomorrow to formally Meet." After speaking, Li Li stood up.

Anthony, director of the College of Liberal Arts at San Francisco State University.

"Lili, don't you want to see if your brother-in-law can win the prize?" Demi asked quickly.

"Don't look at it. I think he should be able to."

After speaking, Li Li walked out of the room.

Demi couldn't help but shook her head and agreed to watch it together.

Could it be that seeing Minghua and Emily's close appearance gave them a little stimulation?

Well, it's possible.

Also, Lili said she knew Minghua earlier than her cousin, so why are they not together?

Lili obviously likes Minghua very much?

Demi is getting more and more interesting.

Of course Fang Minghua didn't know what was happening on the west coast of the United States. After he and Emily entered the hall, they found a seat and sat down under the guidance of the staff.

The party ceremony is not like the later domestic film and television festivals where the seating arrangements are carefully arranged and everyone is very casual in terms of seniority.

Sitting on his seat, Fang Minghua admired this building with a long history.

Carnegie Hall is one of the few large masonry buildings in New York without a metal frame. The hall eschewed the baroque decorative style popular at the time. It adopts the work of the famous Florentine Renaissance architect and sculptor Filippo Brunelski and the noble style of the Pazzi Chapel:

The dome is composed of a harmonious color palette of white plaster and gray stone, with external buttresses of Collins-style columns supporting a continuous eaves above the eaves and below the dome. Facing it is a series of semicircular windows that contribute to the famous golden-white interior palette.

It looks pleasing to the eye.

It's also nice to enjoy a concert here.

I heard that the New York Philharmonic, the famous American symphony orchestra, often performs here.

"Minghua, we are still in a hurry this time. When you come to the United States next time, shall we enjoy the symphony performance here together?" Emily, who was sitting next to him, suddenly turned her head and whispered to him.

Oh my god.

How does this girl know what I'm thinking?
Seeing Fang Minghua's slightly surprised look, Emily smiled and said nothing.

At eight o'clock sharp, the ceremony officially began in the evening.

(End of this chapter)