Dad's Literary Life

"The winner of the 30th Best Screenplay Award is..." As the words fell, there was a burst of cheers in front of Zhang Tan. A middle-aged man with pigtails stood up excitedly, waved two fists in the air, and looked back at him provocatively. Zhang Tan moved his lips slightly and cursed "mmp" silently. His right hand subconsciously touched the pocket of his suit. There was a small piece of paper. It was the acceptance speech that he spent an hour preparing last night. He never expected that he would not be able to use it in the end. As the saying goes, everything comes in threes, but Zhang Tan, as the favorite to win the Golden Rooster Award, has been running for three consecutive years. He thought he would get what he wanted this time, but what he got was this result. There was a mixture of applause and surprise from all around, which showed that he was not the only one who was surprised. Zhang Tan did not attend the cocktail party in the evening. He drank heavily in the bar alone and collapsed on the roadside... When he woke up the next day, he felt like there were dozens of needles stuck in his head. The pain came in waves, and he couldn't help but knock it hard several times. He opened his eyes, hearing noises in his ears, and above his head was a blue ceiling fan, whirring. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.