Jian Chenche shook the crystal trophy in his hand towards her, as if to say: You did it.
Jing Jiaren's heart became clear. This was probably the happiest thing for her in this period of time. Her efforts were not in vain, at least she was affirmed...
The host smiled and held the microphone and asked Jian Chenche's state of mind: "Excuse me, which piece of work are you most satisfied with?"
"Next thing."
"It is said that Mr. Jian is a perfectionist... but none of the highly praised works can catch your eye?"
"My most satisfying work is in the finals."
"Oh? What Mr. Jian means is that if we don't enter the finals, it seems we won't be able to see that amazing work..."
Amidst the wonderful piano music, Jian Chenche rarely had the patience to answer the reporters' questions one by one.
This time, in addition to Jian Chenche, two other teams also entered the semi-finals.
The semi-finals are the remaining 49 entries…
And the final was the bloody daisy.
In the backstage lounge, Jing Jiaren entered from the back, avoiding the large group of reporters who wanted to get information.
"Sister Bai, I just went to get the award, why don't you go?"
"Yeah, is your boyfriend jealous?"
"Have you noticed that Sister Bai has never taken off her mask since she came to England..."
Jing Jiaren wore a mask and sunglasses and smiled lightly: "I've had a cold recently and don't want to infect everyone."
"Come on, it's been almost 2 months. How can you keep a cold for so long?"
"I take it your jealous husband gave the order, right?"
Jing Jiaren felt uncomfortable when she mentioned Ximen Longting.
She made a few perfunctory words and squeezed in front of Jian Chenche: "How about it? The rematch is this afternoon, and the other two pairs are also pretty good."
Jian Chenche threw the trophy to her...
Jing Jiaren was almost caught: "Hey."
"Take this garbage back."
Rubbish?
Jing Jiaren burst into laughter: "The award that Mr. Jian worked so hard to get is regarded as rubbish?"
Jian Chenche stared at her coldly, "No one is recycling at the waste station. What is it if it's not garbage? You don't want me to find someone to deal with it."
"I want-" Jing Jiaren knew that he wanted to give the trophy to her.
Jing Jiaren stroked it back and forth. It was a diamond-shaped trophy with something like a crystal ball on top.
The base is actually gold.
Jing Jiaren said, "This is the first trophy I have won in my life. It is very memorable. If you really don't want it, then I won't be polite."
Jian Chenche curled up his lower lip: "country bumpkin."
"..." Jing Jiaren said, "I know you really want to give it to me, but you can't save face. I can understand that."
"When you are sick, you don't care about the country or time?"
The implication was that she was imagining it.
Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment and pinched her face, which hurt.
She herself couldn't tell whether it was her imagination or not - it was too easy to win this award.
Jian Chenche took a step closer: "Isn't it easy to distinguish reality from fantasy?"
"How to divide it?"
"He must be in your imagination, see if he is there."
Jing Jiaren suddenly understood - that's right, when had Ximen Longting not been included in her delusions?
I looked around, but there was none, not even at the competition just now.
While Jing Jiaren felt relieved, she couldn't stop feeling disappointed and sad. Ximen Longting, how could you be absent from the most important moments of my life time and time again?
Even if we can't be together, I still hope...that you will be here at this time, even if you are with me from a distance.