People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

As she spoke, Zhuang Chaoying took out a hundred yuan from her pocket and handed it to Huang Ling: "Here, I brought some money with me this time, that should be enough. Don't look so gloomy, you should have fun when you're out having fun."

Huang Ling took the money, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up: "Chao Ying, so much money, you must have saved it up by being frugal, right? I'll make it up to you when we get home."

Zhuang Chaoying lowered her head and breathed warm air into Huang Ling's ear. "Just cooperate with me as much as possible, I don't have any other requirements."

Huang Ling pushed Zhuang Chaoying aside and strode away.

After returning the clothes to their lodgings, the two of them, wearing brand-new down jackets, walked down the street again.

Huang Ling's steps became much lighter, especially for her. Wearing such expensive clothes, she felt like a completely different person. She walked with her arms outstretched and her head held high, and her excitement was so great that she seemed to be floating.

Zhuang Chaoying followed beside her, a happy smile on her face, though her face was a little cold.

A cold wind was blowing outside. He turned around, picked up the hood that came with the new clothes, put it on Huang Ling's head, and then carefully tied the rope tight.

After doing all this, he took Ah Ling's hand and put it in the pocket of his down jacket, holding it tightly.

Their intimate gestures were particularly striking in this relatively conservative era.

Many people around them secretly glanced at them, their eyes filled with surprise and a hint of envy.

In this day and age, people are generally very reserved when making friends. When walking on the street, they would rather keep a great distance from each other, often one on the left side of the road and the other on the right, pretending not to know each other.

Therefore, their public display of holding hands was indeed quite bold and outrageous.

Over the past two days, they have been traveling around Kyoto, visiting several famous tourist attractions.

At the Forbidden City, the magnificent palace complex made them feel the weight and solemnity of history. They wandered among the red walls and yellow tiles, and Zhuang Chaoying patiently explained the stories behind the ancient buildings to Huang Ling at each place. Huang Ling listened attentively.

Zhuang Chaoying also specially selected several angles and took many beautiful photos of Huang Ling with her camera.

Summer Palace, Temple of Heaven, Beihai Park.

Enjoy Kyoto's unique cuisine and buy some local specialties.

Candied fruits, preserved fruits, Beijing-style snacks, and pastries from Daoxiangcun filled a whole suitcase.

In addition, I bought some Liubiju pickles, thinking of taking them back for Song Ying and the others to try.

After buying the snacks, Huang Ling specifically instructed Zhuang Chaoying to bring a portion for the school principal as well.

After all, they've come all the way to Kyoto. If Chao Ying doesn't bring back any gifts, it won't look good, and it will seem like she doesn't understand social etiquette.

In the evening, we went to Quanjude and had roast duck.

Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste).

Donglaishun Copper Hot Pot.

Eat, eat!

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On the morning of the 15th, after breakfast, I returned to my room at the guesthouse.

Seven-thirty.

The two sat in the room watching TV, waiting for Chairman Wang to arrive.

"Boom boom boom!"

Wang Yougui's voice came from outside the door. "Xiao Zhuang, it's me, open the door!"

Zhuang Chaoying immediately stood up, straightened her clothes, and quickly walked to the door to open it. "President Wang, shall we go now?"

Wang Yougui nodded. "Put on your clothes, wear a Zhongshan suit underneath, and come with me."

Zhuang Chaoying went back inside, put on her coat, then her down jacket, and walked to Huang Ling's side: "Ling, wait for me here. Don't open the door for anyone you don't know, okay?"

Huang Ling nodded: "Chao Ying, don't be nervous, I'll wait for you to come back."

Zhuang Chaoying followed Wang Yougui out of the guesthouse and got into a jeep.

Along the way, Wang Yougui noticed Zhuang Chaoying's nervousness and comforted her, "Xiao Zhuang, don't be nervous. Just treat it like a normal meeting. When it's your turn, just go up."

Zhuang Chaoying took a deep breath and nodded: "President, I'm not nervous."

In reality, his palms were already slightly sweaty, and his heart was pounding rapidly in his chest.

As the car drove by, Zhuang Chaoying felt a little uneasy when she saw the wide square.

The car came to a smooth stop at the entrance of the Great Hall of the People. Zhuang Chaoying didn't think much of it when he got out of the car, but when he looked up and saw the magnificent Great Hall of the People building, his heart suddenly started to pound.

He had never seen such a grand scene before, and he felt his heart beating faster and faster, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

"Xiao Zhuang, follow me!"

Wang Yougui's voice rang in his ears, and Zhuang Chaoying snapped out of his daze and quickly followed behind Wang Yougui.

As Zhuang Chaoying entered the venue, she saw a tall and straight guard standing by her side.

There was also a row of reporters with cameras, ready to take pictures at any time.

Led by Wang Yougui, Zhuang Chaoying found her seat and sat down according to her name.

Sitting next to Chairman Wang, he glanced around.

The venue was quiet and solemn, with everyone waiting for that important moment to arrive.

At 10 o'clock, the awards ceremony officially began.

The host, dressed in a sharp suit, walked onto the stage, his voice carrying clearly and loudly through the microphone throughout the venue. He began his speech, explaining the significance of the award and its profound impact on the literary world.

Following that, one leader after another took the stage.

Zhuang Chaoying sat in the audience, and from the initial nervousness and anxiety, she gradually calmed down as time went by and the speech continued.

But this calmness was not a state of complete relaxation, but rather a kind of numb emptiness, with a blank stare at the platform and thoughts beginning to drift away.

He has a problem: whenever he listens to a lecture or attends a meeting, he can't help but feel sleepy, and his eyelids seem to have a mind of their own, constantly trying to close.

I shook my head vigorously and secretly pinched my thigh, trying to stay awake and forcefully keep my increasingly heavy eyelids from closing.

Just as he was about to be completely overcome by drowsiness, he suddenly heard the host's passionate voice shout: "Please come up and accept your award, authors of the winning works!"

The sound rang in his ears like a thunderclap, instantly waking him from sleep.

Chairman Wang sat next to him, his face flushed with excitement, clapping his hands incessantly.

Seeing that Zhuang Chaoying was still in a daze, he quickly reached out and patted her shoulder hard, saying anxiously, "Xiao Zhuang, hurry up and go on stage to receive your award! Take off your cotton-padded coat and look more energetic!"

Zhuang Chaoying was jolted back to her senses by the slap. She quickly stood up, took off her cotton-padded coat, straightened her Zhongshan suit, and then walked towards the podium.

As he stepped onto the podium and looked around, he realized that he was the youngest among the award winners.

"Congratulations to these individuals for winning the first Mao Dun Award. We hope you will write even more outstanding works."

With a kind smile, Mr. Ba Jin, the award presenter, handed the trophies and certificates to the winners one by one.

When Zhuang Chaoying stood in front of Mr. Ba Jin, he felt his heart race again. This was a literary master whom he had always admired!

He excitedly reached out and shook hands tightly with Mr. Ba Jin, feeling the power and responsibility of literary inheritance in that instant.

Zhuang Chaoying held up the bronze medal with both hands.

There was also a certificate of merit and a work notebook printed with the words "Mao Dun Award".

The most significant prize was the 5,000 yuan bonus.

At that moment, the flashbulbs from the audience kept flashing, freezing this glorious moment into eternity.

Wang Yougui also stood below the stage, pressing the shutter of his camera to record this moment that will go down in history.

This moment holds extraordinary significance for Zhuang Chaoying and the entire literary world.

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