Son of the Bone

The old man's face took on a sullen, offended expression.

"Capital—capital!" He muttered something, refused to continue the debate with them, and angrily went to the person in charge, expressing that he would resolutely not give awards to these two actors.

Qi Lin was actually used to such occasions, and he didn't even think it was a big deal.

Since his debut, he has endured many attacks.

Can boys put on makeup, can boys dance waist-twisting dances, and be teased and ridiculed by all kinds of rough guys.

However, the term opera can be regarded as a Peking Opera performing artist even now.

Jiang Jue was obviously angry. He restrained his emotions and held the speech that was still being revised just now, and said in a low voice, "He shouldn't have treated you like this."

"The old man is more conservative," Qi Lin said gently, "It's nothing."

"No, it's because too many people are tolerant of this kind of thinking, so you will be attacked all the time—" Jiang Jue said angrily: "They think that singing and dancing are not labor, it seems that only moving bricks on the construction site is worthwhile Honored!"

Qi Lin felt that he was about to explode, so he helped to comfort him along his back: "Don't worry... calm down."

They didn't have much time to discuss this matter, because the previous host had already started reporting, and it was obvious that the awards ceremony was about to begin.

Thunderous applause came from the front desk, and the guests were introduced one by one.

The backstage staff began to confirm the order and duration of the speeches, and told them to look at the prompt board in front of them if they forgot the words.

Jiang Jue Pai's position was slightly forward, and Qi Lin was still a little worried about him.

"Do not be angry."

"Ah."

"Let us welcome now—the winner of the American Saturn Award for Best Youth Performance, Jiang Jue!"

Before the host finished speaking, many audience members burst into applause, obviously looking forward to it.

The old man who questioned just now turned black in the audience, obviously very disgusted.

There have been three speakers before.

The little scientist shared his process from participating in the competition to participating in scientific research, and how he assisted in overcoming numerical control problems.

The brave young man explained what happened that night and how he subdued the three gangsters.

There was also a three-good student from the city who was recommended. His speech was quite satisfactory, and he agreed with some beneficial things in exam-oriented education.

When Jiang Jue walked up, many people in the audience took out their mobile phones one after another and began to record and even broadcast live.

He walked to the podium and bowed deeply.

"Hi everyone, I'm Jiang Jue."

He didn't plan to memorize the manuscript he had written before.

"It is indeed a special status to come to this place today."

Jiang Jue paused, took a deep breath and said, "I'm an actor, and inevitably, a star."

"Before I begin my speech, I would like to repeat a statement made by the President of the United States, John Adams.

"Our generation rides on horseback to fight, so that our sons and daughters can slow down and engage in science and philosophy, so that our grandchildren can engage in music, dance, and art."Art is the joyful communication, the lovely enjoyment, the silence of dedication, the realm of prolonging life, and the medicine that makes the world peaceful. 』”

He repeated it unhurriedly, pronounced the words clearly and breathed steadily, and every sentence was resounding.

"Art is as important as science."

"Together they affect and change the world, history, and every soul."

Jiang Jue looked around, looking at every old or young face in the auditorium, and every word he said was calm and powerful, and it didn't seem like he thought of it on the spot.

"Many people think that pop culture is not an art, whether it's electronic music or hip-hop, it's just a frothy wave, meaningless."

His back was straight, his dark eyes were sharp and calm.

"wrong."

"Whether it's film and television dramas, music, or stage performances, there are natural markets for these things. If no one in China supports and develops them, foreign ones will invade and control the market, and everyone in the market."

He paused, and looked at the close-up clips of the top ten youths on the screen.

Qi Lin smiled vigorously, still the darling of that light.

"Yes, the current cultural environment is mixed. Cutouts, hype, lip-synching, or even knowing nothing, can be loved by people with just a face-after all, there will be bad phenomena in every industry."

"But some stars are destined not to last long, time and sentient beings will eliminate them."

Jiang Jue turned around, emphasized his tone, stared at the old man with a livid face in the audience, and said, "If it's just because of individual phenomena, denying the contribution of all artists to culture and art, the support of the market and the economy, is a detriment to the entire society. community of creators, and disrespect for art itself."

"The time of outstanding young people is not necessarily just spent in laboratories and work units."

"They influence the trend of domestic music, affect people's perception of fashion and beauty, and are leading the new art. All these are invisible wars, but the sweat they have paid in the recording studio and karaoke room, and the scars they have harvested , no less than anyone."

He stared into the old man's eyes, and his last words spoke loudly.

"We deserve mutual respect."

Qi Lin listened to all his speeches in a daze in the background, almost speechless.

He adjusted his breathing, watched Jiang Jue bow and step off the stage amid applause, held back the tears that were about to come out of his eyes, and prepared to go on stage.

The feeling of being understood and protected makes people want to hug him for a long time and say thank you again.

He heard the host call out his name, took a deep breath for the last time, walked onto the stage with a smile on his face.

People clearly knew who he was, and some girls even started screaming.

Qi Lin walked to the middle of the stage with a smile on his face, bowed deeply to everyone, straightened up again, and bowed again in the direction Jiang Jue was going away.

Jiang Jue turned around, saw him under the light in the dark, and saluted him from afar.

All thanks and understanding are here.

The applause became more enthusiastic, and the flashing lights below continued to flash.

"I'm Qi Lin." He laughed: "I'm also an idol Qi Lin, a star Qi Lin, and an actor Qi Lin."

His voice still carried some of the bitterness just now, but he was still trying to adjust his emotions.

"I saw a question and answer on Zhihu before. The question asked was-why is it that the level of technology has improved, but people's lives are not easy?"

Qi Lin stood there and paused for a long time, leaving time for others to think.

"A respondent named Jennyfool replied—"

"Because technology only cares about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and does not care about greed, hatred and ignorance."

When he said these words, the expressions of the old people in the audience gradually changed, even a little unbelievable.

These two young people are obviously those little stars who are flirtatious, but what they say is educated and knowledgeable.

I... did I really make a mistake?

Prejudice, is it yourself?

"Then the question is, what can young people do in this age of stress, debate and emotional outbursts?"

Qi Lin turned to look at the top ten characters on the screen, Jiang Jue still looked indifferent, pure as if he was seeing him for the first time.

He is also as beautiful as a unicorn, constantly giving himself love and warmth.

"Scientific research, art, labor, to dedicate and create."

He paused for a moment, completely forgetting the manuscript in his mind.

There are many words that have been accumulated in my heart for a long time, and every word comes from the heart.

"In the era when mobile phones and computers are becoming more and more popular, everyone has the right to speak and everyone has the right to create."

"The birth of idols, as well as various high-influential public figures, are actually accompanying and guiding those who are trapped in greed, anger, and ignorance."

Whether it's singing and dancing to show your charm, creating and writing songs, or just opening a Weibo to express your views and opinions, you are actually constantly spotlighting.

This world is like a dark forest full of fireflies, but if one firefly emits a completely different and strange light, it will attract more and more of the same kind to gather together, and the forest will be lit up with countless colors of flickering light.

"I am very fortunate that what youth idols give to the public is not only the pursuit of appearance and the desire for body."

"Their persistence in their careers and the construction of art are also affecting the development of the new generation."

Qi Lin turned his head and saw Jiang Jue standing in the side curtain.

He is thin and tall, like a jade bamboo.

"Indeed, as Jiang Jue said, there will always be dirty and despicable people in every industry."

"But time and sentient beings will eventually eliminate them."

During the long pause, he turned his head and said with a gentle smile: "It is not only the idols who can give positive guidance that deserve encouragement, but also every self-media, director, creator, etc. The fireflies emitting warm light in the forest are all worthy of recognition."

"We will eventually condense into one light."

The applause from the audience lasted for a long time, and someone immediately posted these words on the Internet.

After all the ten young people had finished their speeches, they lined up in a row and began to receive awards.

The old man stood next to the person in charge with a complicated expression, and still took the trophy.

When the guests walked by, he stood in front of Qi Lin.

"Sorry." The old man bowed slightly, obviously touched by the words of the two of them.

If it's just an outrageous dispute, maybe he won't listen to anything.

But these young people are citing classics and discussing social reality.

They admit the ugliness, but they are also discussing how to arouse more goodness and light.

They are worthy of respect.

Qi Lin hurriedly returned the salute, and Jiang Jue's tense face finally eased a little.

I barely forgive you, grandpa.

Stay healthy.