Back to 80: My Literary Life

Emily was going to go, of course.

Not as Fang Minghua's companion, but because she herself had 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 asked while looking in the mirror in her evening dress.

Emily was no longer dressed in a cool T-shirt and denim shorts as she was yesterday, but in a purple long dress that outlined her graceful figure, with her golden hair draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, and she looked very charming with her exquisite makeup.

"She looks good, very good-looking, a great beauty, she will definitely charm a lot of men." Fang Minghua smiled.

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

Fang Minghua was also packing her clothes.

She was wearing a black suit, a white shirt with a bow tie, and shiny leather shoes. She was 1.78 meters tall, which was not considered short in the United States.

The more she looked at her, the better she looked.

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

"What do you regret?"

"When you visited the University of Iowa, you were not married yet, right? I should have tried my best to pursue you, or as you Chinese say, I should have pestered you!" Emily said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

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

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

Carnegie Hall is located on 57th Street at Seventh Avenue in Manhattan. It is said that it was funded by Andrew Carnegie, the American steel tycoon and philanthropist, in 1891.

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

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

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

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

One is the favorite candidate for this year's National Book Critics Circle Award, and the other is a best-selling female author who has been in the limelight in the past two years.

More importantly, both of them are young, one is handsome and the other is beautiful, and the two of them walking together are simply a perfect match.

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

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

Hillsboro District, San Francisco, USA.

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

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

One had flaxen hair and wore hot pants. She was the daughter of the owner of this villa-Demi, and the other was a quiet oriental girl with black hair and black eyes, wearing a white dress. It was Li Li.

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

Of course, it was not just to play.

Today is the National Book Critics Circle Awards Ceremony, and Li Li must watch it.

The two girls sat 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.

"He is really handsome." Demi exclaimed.

"Yeah," Li Li replied, 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, a best-selling author in our country, and she has been very popular in the past two years."

"I have heard of her, and I have also read her novel "Before Sunrise." "Li Li replied. "Yes, yes, that's her debut work. Some people say it's her semi-autobiographical novel, which tells the love story between her and the writer Minghua. Now it seems that their relationship is indeed unusual, just like a couple."

Suddenly, Demi shut up quickly, she felt that she seemed to have said too much.

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

If Fang Minghua really has any scandal with Emily, it will not be a good thing for Li Li.

This gossip can't be said anymore.

But Li Li smiled after hearing it: "No, I believe my brother-in-law is not such a person."

"Why? Men like beautiful women, let alone a beautiful and talented woman like Emily. Minghua is handsome and talented. Emily will throw herself into his arms without him taking the initiative!" Demi analyzed convincingly.

"I don't know whether Emily will throw herself at him, but Minghua won't accept it. Because if they really have something, they won't be so high-profile. Demi, you don't understand Chinese men. Besides, I know Minghua. I've known Minghua longer than my cousin."

"Ah? Really? How did you know each other?" Demi suddenly realized that there seemed to be a big melon here.

"It was at a poetry reading when I was in college in China. He was not a writer at that time, but a gatekeeper. Well, let's not talk about this anymore. I have to prepare. I have to go to Professor Anthony to meet formally tomorrow." After saying that, 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 shake 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 seats are carefully arranged and everyone is ranked casually based on 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 the facade is a series of semi-circular 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.