Chapter 59： (1/2)
In the awards session, the two programs of Grade One and Five, Jiang Mingqin's dance and the boys' sketches were not among the top three. After all, the senior sisters are not vegetarian, and all of them are versatile. A song to defend the Yellow River raised its arms and shouted, telling the story of the autumn wind of the iron horse and the soul-stirring, and the collective music and dance made people feel as if they were enjoying a visual feast of feathers and immortals.
In contrast, the high school freshmen's programs are not mature enough, and are more like playhouses. But Yin Minglu still won the award, the best popularity award.
When she came to the stage to receive the award, the hostess stared at them with interest, and when she handed the microphone to Yin Minglu, the eyes of the audience looked over. Several times, Yin Minglu was worried that no one would rush to hit him. , In the end, there really was a boy sitting in the front row. He jumped onto the stage in three steps and two steps. He looked fierce and came straight at him.
Before Yin Minglu had time to shout "Guardian", he was shocked by the bouquet of roses in front of him, and he took it stupidly, "That..."
Before he could say thank you, the boy ran away again. Whether it was Yin Minglu's counseling reaction or the rose flower that the boy threw on the stage, he succeeded in making the hall burst into laughter again.
Infected by the smile, Yin Minglu finally smiled, his mouth curled up, his eyes filled with smile.
He was a handsome boy. Everyone who walked on the street had to look at him a few more times. At this time, he laughed, and the whole person seemed to be shining. He compared all the neon lights on the stage for no reason. It seemed that he felt this. The scene was wonderful, and the spotlight in the venue kept flickering.
I couldn't help but a class teacher stood up and issued a roar from the depths of his soul: "Aren't your phones handed in?" What's the matter with the creaking of cameras in the room? These little rascals who are deceiving and deceiving! Not even mute off!
"Teacher, don't be like this~ the annual Mid-Autumn Festival!"
"Report to the teacher, we are photographing the principal! Make sure that the principal is beautifully photographed!"
"I believe in your evil! Hand over your phone quickly!"
There were far more pictures of students in the field. Yin Yunqiu also took a few pictures at the parents' seat. Assistant Xiao Chen admired: "The longer the young master, the better you look."
Yin Yunqiu pursed his thin lips and did not answer, but he believed in his heart. Some people are born with good looks, which are not envied by others. When people see him, they will feel happy from the bottom of their hearts. It's a pity that such a beautiful child who is destined to him is not his own. It is a pity.
But at least it's better to be raised by yourself, and of course it's better to be your own children.
Yin Yunqiu expertly opened the circle of friends and posted the photo. No one knew that the handsome man with cold face beside him was actually a dazzling madman, showing off his son from childhood to adulthood. The children have been dazzling until they wear high school uniforms, and there is no omission in the growth trajectory.
Seven or eight of the ten circle of friends are related to his son, such as his son’s transcript, his son won a prize in a competition, his son’s first new game came out, his son’s fifteenth birthday, what gift the son bought him, caused Everyone who has close contacts with the Yin family, and even the old employees of the Yin family company, knows Yin Minglu, even the other party loves to drink milk, has a mole on his shoulder, and went to the United States last summer to play such trivial things.
An Meijun habitually looks at the screen. She hasn't remarried these years, waiting for her daughter to return to Yin's house so that she can become a righteous Mrs. Yin. With this thought, she rejected the pursuit of all men around her. Days dragged on, as she got older, fine lines appeared on her face, and the quality of men who came to pursue her gradually declined. They were either middle-aged widows or wives and children. Of course, there are also some handsome young talents. But these men have no money or career, except for youth and love, they can't give her a superior life.
Naturally An Meijun wouldn't want it, even if An's father and An Mu were so angry that she would break her leg and scold her for 30 bean curd dregs, she refused, keeping her unique arrogance and loftyness. Who left Yin Yunqiu with no one around him for a long time, coupled with the fact that her daughters and daughters grew longer and more beautiful, naturally gave her unlimited thoughts.
She would let her daughter go back to the Yin's house and make up for the regrets of more than ten years.
She distressed to save the photo taken by Yin Yunqiu, because only she noticed that there was a beautiful girl in a black dress not far from the smiling teenager in the middle of the photo.
The other party smiled stiffly, holding a small trophy in his hand, but it seemed to be a foil on the stage, even the light hitting her was extremely dim.
An Meijun couldn’t help feeling distressed for her daughter, her eyes were sore, and two lines of tears came out. Fortunately, her daughter didn’t know that she was hugged by mistake, and naturally she wouldn’t know that she could only have it in the photos taken by her biological father. A small shadow, otherwise it will definitely be sad.
In the auditorium, there is also a figure that is very eye-catching. The man's thin lips are lightly pursed, his eyes are narrow and his eyebrows are deep, his face is buried in the dark, only the faint light casts a shadow through the eyelashes, and others can only see that. Nice chin and lip shape, so even if a man sits in the most remote corner, someone can't help but look over it.
The man took a photo of the teenager with a bouquet of flowers and smiled, and then saved it as a desktop background. Then he closed his phone with satisfaction and left with his assistant.