Chapter 133
“Mr. Hall, your trophy.”
In the backstage area of the Nokia Theatre, Renly received the trophy from the craftsman’s hands. After the awards ceremony, craftsmen engraved the winner’s name onto the standardized trophy base, emphasizing its uniqueness.
Looking at the engraved golden base, each stroke seemed to defy the passage of time, leaving an eternal mark on the trophy. The feeling was truly extraordinary. “Renly Hall,” the words felt both unfamiliar and familiar, like an imprint of his existence.
At that moment, Renly began to understand why great figures often sought to have monuments and statues made or their achievements recorded in black and white in history books. This evoked mixed emotions: excitement, awkwardness, guilt, exhilaration, and a hint of pride.
“Thank you.” Renly gripped the trophy, its weight settling deep in his heart. “Have a pleasant evening.”
“Thank you, and congratulations again on your award,” the craftsman replied with a smile.
At that moment, the backstage area bustled with people, filled with noise and activity. The awards ceremony had ended, but it was still not yet 10 p.m. in Los Angeles, meaning the celebration parties were just beginning. This night—brimming with joy and sorrow, excitement and melancholy—had only reached its prologue. The main event was yet to unfold.
“Hey, there you are.” Hugh Laurie approached warmly, patting Renly on the arm. “Congratulations. Looks like I’ll have to dig out ‘The Pacific’ and watch it now.” His teasing smile was devoid of pretension, carrying a natural friendliness.
That’s how it was with those from Britain’s academic circles, such as Eton College and Cambridge University—they easily became bridges connecting individuals, naturally grouping them as allies of the same faction.