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Chapter 737 Thank you for meeting you in life (1)

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    "The winner of the [Best Binding Design] Award is"

    In the silence, the presenter opened the envelope, looked at it, then put his head in front of the microphone and announced:

    "Han Jue."

    The music suddenly started.

    This is the first award Han Jue won tonight and the second award awarded at tonight¡¯s ceremony.

    "Best Binding Design" has relatively little influence, and it is an award that even marketing accounts are too lazy to write about. However, because of the name of the winner, people in the audience reacted very promptly, and the commotion quickly spread.

    The opening performance lasted fifteen minutes, and the first award took four minutes. Now it has only been twenty minutes, and the warm-up has not even started. The first suspense is about to be revealed.

    Everyone looked towards the stage.  Everyone wants to know if Han Jue is here in person tonight.

    In the front row seat of [Best Male Singer], Han Jue's seat is vacant, but it is not certain that he is not here.  An album, from lyrics, music, arrangement, to packaging, to the music video short film, is all led by Han Jue, so the scope of nominations is very wide, from the first row to the last row, he has a seat, now look for  Without him, it's hard to say where he really sat, just to make everyone think he didn't come.  He was even the winner of the Best Song and Lyrics award last year, so he might have been waiting backstage to present the award.

    In the background music, a gentle man in formal attire and glasses walked out of his seat and walked from the aisle to the stage.

    Many people recognized him as Guan Yi, Han Jue¡¯s agent and the shareholder and manager of Han Jue Studio.

    In the audience behind the stage, a few girls screamed, making people feel that even Guan Yi has his own fans.

    Guan Yi took the trophy from the hands of the presenter and stood in front of the microphone. Facing the various looks from the audience, he had no extra words and just said:

    "I am Han Jue's agent. Tonight, all of Han Jue's acceptance speeches will be conveyed by me, narrated in the first person. I have them all in my mind, not written on paper, so if  If there¡¯s anything I said wrong, I must have remembered it wrong.¡±

    The audience in the audience burst into laughter.

    Guan Yi said: "He specifically told me not to thank my family, not to thank the judges, not to thank the company, not to thank everyone, because these people have not contributed at all to his achievements. Just thank two people - the agent  And God.¡±

    The people who came off the stage were laughing and wondering whether Guan Yi had made up this sentence himself. Guan Yi on the stage then added: "When modern science is helpless, these two are the only ones who can give me some comfort."  .¡±

    It is absolutely certain that this was written by Han Jue himself.

    After the laughter stopped, Guan Yi began to convey Han Jue¡¯s real acceptance speech for [Best Binding Design]:

    "For the [Best Binding Design] award, I have to thank Pei Qing. After I met her, she gave me many books on painting to cultivate my artistic literacy, but she never taught me how to paint in detail and always let me do it.  I grew up barbarically and could paint whatever I wanted. Then they would praise me for my talent and keep trying to drag me into the art field. I felt very uneasy and told her to forget it. She said come on. I said no. She said  Come on, painting is so fun and you can make a lot of money. I said I didn¡¯t believe it.

    After several years of trying, she finally gave up. I was a little disappointed, but one day I suddenly discovered that my nails were soaked in paint that couldn¡¯t be washed away. They reminded me all the time that my hands were not only playing instruments and writing scripts.  , can also be used to hold a paintbrush.  Her purpose succeeded.

    When I came back to my senses, my home was already filled with paintings that I had drawn by myself.  When I was preparing the album, my colleagues asked who would design the binding and cover. I shouted, ¡®I¡¯ll do it, I¡¯ll do it¡¯.  There is no going back, nothing can go back.

    I thought painting would distract me and make me impure, but in fact, painting makes me richer.  I can see the rhythm in a painting, and I can capture the colors in the melody.  Images are much like music in that their expressions can easily cross borders and go where words cannot.  So when I started designing the cover, I naturally regarded it as an extension of the song, hoping to identify listeners who could resonate with it before the music started playing.

    So I want to thank Pei Qing, thank you for teaching me how to draw.  "

    After Guan Yi finished speaking, he walked off the stage amidst applause and laughter.

    Tonight¡¯s ceremony was in full swing from the beginning.  When Guan Yi was reading his speech, his expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, which formed a strong contrast with what he said, making people listen attentively.

    Everyone has thought about it beforeNo matter what it is, your hard work has become a tool.

    Where is the art in this process?

    Rather than becoming the spiritual food of the public, inspiring more people to create, soothing people's pain in life, expressing their inexpressible emotions on their behalf, and encouraging people to live a better life, is it better to become a vassal of the rich and a minority?  Are your toys more worthy of pride?  "

    The students in the audience were speechless.

    Pei Qing took a sip of water, softened his tone, and said: "In this era, let alone being an artist, in fact, it is difficult enough to be a good person first.

    Han Jue actually doesn¡¯t care much about whether the things he makes are art or whether he is an artist.  I used to really want him to paint and would often encourage him.  It lasted for a total of two years, and finally gave up last year. That time he painted an excellent painting. I couldn't help but let his talent be buried, so I stimulated him, "What kind of artist do you want to be in the future?"  ¡¯, he answered me, ¡®Happy person.¡¯ I said he had made the wrong question, and he said that I had made the wrong mistake in life.  "(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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