Literary Master 1978

Overseas Chinese Apartment, Lin Chaoyang's home.

Because of his brilliant record of winning two awards once again, the atmosphere suddenly fell into an eerie calm.

Chen Jiangong was originally shouting happily because he won the award, but now Lin Chaoyang looked calm and calm as usual, which made him feel embarrassed to shout.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Lin Chaoyang went to open the door and saw that it was Zhang Dening.

"Chaoyang, you've won the prize! You've won the prize!" Zhang Dening said loudly before he even entered the door.

"Little Shoes" was published in "Yenjing Literature". As soon as the magazine got the news, Zhang Dening came to tell Lin Chaoyang the good news.

"'Little Shoes' won the award, right?"

Zhang Dening was stunned for a moment, "How did you know?"

Lin Chaoyang gestured into the room. Only then did Zhang Dening see Cui Daoyi in the room, and his mood suddenly dropped.

"Okay, come in first."

Originally, when "Garland Under the Mountain" was snatched away by "People's Literature", Zhang Dening was depressed. Now, even the other party has to be the first to announce the good news. It is really deceiving.

"Teacher Cui, I heard that your works in "People's Literature" won many awards this time around!"

There was a bit of yin and yang in her words, who couldn't understand it.

"People's Literature" is one of the organizations responsible for the selection of the National Outstanding Short Story Award. If the works published in their magazine win awards, it is inevitable that they are a little bit like others.

"There are several works that have won awards. They were all approved by the jury, and they were among the top works voted by readers. It can be said that they are well-known." Cui Daoyi replied with a smile.

His reply was watertight and there were needles hidden in the fabric. Zhang Dening wanted to reply, but was stopped by Lin Chaoyang and asked: "How many awards did your "Yenjing Literature" win this time?"

When this topic was brought up, Zhang Dening ignored Cui Daoyi and said, "We won two short stories. It just so happened that Jian Gong was also here. His "Danfengyan" won the award, and the other one was "The Foolish King Boss". It’s just you in the middle chapter.”

"This time around, People's Literature won twelve awards."

"What about Harvest?"

"Harvest got six."

"Hey, that's quite a lot. These two magazines have almost won all the awards." Liang Zuo exclaimed after listening to Zhang Dening's words.

"Not only "Harvest", "October" also won five awards this year. The three of them together are really a winner," Zhang Dening said.

Lin Chaoyang joked: "Okay. Don't be dissatisfied. Didn't your "Yanjing Literature and Art" also win three awards? That's quite a lot."

Compared with "People's Literature" and "Harvest", the foundation of "Yenjing Literature" is still much shallower. It is natural that its performance is not as good as these two top publications. The only surprise is "October".

"It's okay, let's keep up the good work next year. It just so happens that Jiangong is here, saving me a trip. There will be an award ceremony at the People's Hall in two days, don't forget it.

After the award ceremony, you have to attend a few days of symposiums, just like last year. " Zhang Dening explained.

Lin Chaoyang and Chen Jiangong responded.

At this time, Liang Zuo asked Cui Daoyi, "Editor Cui, did "Middle Age" win the award this time?"

""Middle Age", yes, it won the first prize."

Cui Daoyi answered Liang Zuo's question and looked at him again. Could it be that he is another author? No, the award-winning Chen Rong is a lesbian.

"He is Liang Zuo, the son of Chen Rong, the author of "Middle Age"."

Lin Chaoyang clarified Cui Daoyi's confusion, and Cui Daoyi said with a smile: "Congratulations!"

"Thank you on my mother's behalf."

There were six people in the room, five of whom were related to the award. Only Liu Zhida stood there like a henchman.

After chatting for a while, Zhang Dening secretly asked Lin Chaoyang, "He came here just to talk to you about the awards?"

When she asked this question, her eyes kept glancing at Cui Daoyi, and her little thoughts were barely visible on her face, for fear that Cui Daoyi coveted Lin Chaoyang's manuscript.

"Um."

After receiving Lin Chaoyang's reply, Zhang Dening felt a little relieved, but when she saw that Cui Daoyi had no intention of getting up and leaving, she didn't get up either.

She didn't leave until Cui Daoyi was ready to say goodbye.

Two days later, the People's Hall.

A gathering of elites from China's cultural circles, including members of the jury, award-winning writers who came to Beijing from all over the country, editors of many magazines, critics, scholars and cultural officials, there were 300 or 400 people in attendance, and the scene was awe-inspiring. Spectacular.

This year's award ceremony is slightly different from the previous two years. There is an additional award for outstanding novella, and naturally there are more award-winning writers.

There are a total of seventeen awards in the National Outstanding Novella Award, six of which are first prizes and eleven second prizes. However, there are only sixteen award-winning writers, and Lin Chaoyang won both awards.

He knows many of the award-winning writers, such as Chen Rong in "Middle Age", Wang Meng in "Butterfly", Jiang Zilong in "Pioneers", "Ah!" 》Feng Jicai.

There are some people he doesn't know, but they are inextricably linked to each other, such as Lu Yanzhou of "Legend of Tianyun Mountain", both of whose works were adapted by Xie Jin, and Deng Youmei of "Female Soldiers Chasing the Team". He has been friends with Wang Zengqi and Lin Jinlan for many years.

There were several other people who had nothing to do with Lin Chaoyang. One of them was a slightly fat middle-aged man who caught his attention because Tan Chaoyang had just introduced the other person's name when he introduced the two of them.

"Shaanxi-born writer Lu Yao!"

In this National Excellent Novella Award, Lu Yao won the second prize for "A Thrilling Scene". This was also his first time to win a national literary award, and he looked particularly excited.

When the award ceremony came, Lin Chaoyang was alone holding two certificates and souvenirs, and naturally attracted a lot of attention and heated discussions.

Two consecutive awards, two short story awards last year and two novella awards this year, created a record that has never been seen before and will never be seen again.

After the award ceremony, a symposium for the novella award winners, editors, and critics was held at the Jingxi Hotel in the afternoon.

Most of the writers in Yanjing are familiar with each other, and even if they don't know each other, they all have friends they know in common.

Compared with the familiarity between the writers in Yanjing, the writers from other provinces are much more reserved. Basically, no one knows each other, and they don't know what to talk about for a while.

"I've read your novel "The Death of Van Gogh" twice. It's really well written. Not only is the storytelling and literary quality well combined, but also the attitude.

The last time I went to your house for dinner, I thought it was very exciting when I listened to you talk about it. Now I find it's even more amazing when I read the novel!"

Feng Jicai sat on the right side of Lin Chaoyang and talked about Lin Chaoyang's new work "The Death of Van Gogh". They were chatting enthusiastically.

Lu Yao sat on the other side of Lin Chaoyang. He saw that Lu Yao had not spoken all the time and looked a little restrained. He was about to pass a topic to Lu Yao.

At this time, someone overturned the teacup, and it fell to the ground with a bang, making a harsh sound, and the venue immediately became quiet.

"What a thrilling scene!"

Lin Chaoyang suddenly said something, hesitated for two seconds, and there was a burst of good-natured laughter in the venue. Naturally, everyone also thought of Lu Yao and the name of his award-winning work.

The originally slightly tense atmosphere became relaxed under the adjustment of this little episode, and even Lu Yao, who was originally very restrained, relaxed.

By the end of the symposium, everyone's relationship was much more harmonious than at the beginning, and they started to chat.

"I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time, and I miss it." Feng Jicai said to Lin Chaoyang.

Deng Youmei, who was two seats away, heard his words and joined in the fun: "I heard from Zeng Qi and Jin Lan that Comrade Chaoyang's cooking skills are unique among our Yanjing writers. We have so many writers from other provinces, and it's not easy to come to Yanjing. We can't just invite Jicai!"

Listening to the two people's words, several writers from other provinces showed curiosity, and the Yanjing writers around them gave them a popular science about Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills.

In the past year, with the vigorous promotion of Li Tuo, the socialite of the literary world, Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills have long been famous in the Yanjing literary world, and even his name "Xunweizhai" has become widely known.

Listening to everyone's popular science, a group of writers from other provinces also had expectations for Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills. The crowd's booing made Lin Chaoyang smile bitterly.

"Hey, everyone, listen to me!" Deng Youmei stopped everyone's discussion loudly, and then said: "Since everyone is in Yanjing these few days, let's find an opportunity to taste Chaoyang's cooking. Let's make it clear first, we don't eat for free, we will provide our own rice, flour, grain, oil, fruits and vegetables. I will take the lead and give out five catties of national food coupons."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately aroused a response.

"This is a good proposal! I will also give out five catties."

"I will give out two catties of meat coupons!"

Everyone talked at once, regardless of Lin Chaoyang's reaction. In a short while, the dinner was confirmed, and a total of 40 catties of national food coupons, 6 catties of meat coupons and 50 yuan were collected.

The meat coupons and most of the food coupons were paid by Yanjing writers. Writers from other provinces did not bring many national food coupons to Yanjing, and they had to solve their own meals, basically paying money.

"Come on, hand over the money and tickets!"

Deng Youmei had a strong executive ability. He began to collect money and tickets in front of many people, fearing that Lin Chaoyang would run away.

He stuffed the money and tickets into Lin Chaoyang's hands, and said seriously, "Chaoyang, this meal is up to you. You must show the style and level of our Yanjing writers, and don't let your colleagues from other provinces laugh at you."

Lin Chaoyang: Listen to me, thank you.

Lin Chaoyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry after taking such a big job without knowing why, but since things had come to this point, he could only accept it. He made an appointment with everyone to invite everyone to his home for dinner after the symposium in two days.

Another day, the People's Daily was published as scheduled, and the list of winners of this year's National Excellent Medium and Short Story Awards was announced in the newspaper. Lin Chaoyang's double awards once again attracted the attention of the literary world.

Everyone couldn't help but ask, including last year's short story award, this is the second time, right? Why does it feel like this award is almost opened by him, Lin Chaoyang?

The influence of Lin Chaoyang's double awards has just begun to ferment. What spreads faster than this news is the news published in the People's Daily a few days ago.

As the influence of the newspaper continues to spread, the slogan "Unite and Revitalize China" quickly spread across the land of China in the early days of reform and opening up within a few days, becoming a bright red banner that inspired countless people to fight with passion.

Among them, the major universities in Yanjing reacted particularly strongly. The students were excited by this slogan, and many people dug up the deeds of Lin Chaoyang some time ago and regarded him as a pure patriot.

Of course, where there is praise, there is slander.

Reform and opening up have given many people the opportunity to see the world, and have also caused some subtle psychological changes in some of them.

In the eyes of these people, both Europe and America and Japan and South Korea are far ahead of China. Lin Chaoyang's behavior of not reflecting on the reasons for his own backwardness and guiding the Chinese people to be hostile to advanced and developed countries is undoubtedly an extremely wrong idea.

The students' quarrels and debates did not affect Lin Chaoyang for the time being. A few days ago, he took on the task of inviting award-winning writers to dinner, and he has been preparing for this matter for the past two days. Since he agreed, he must entertain them well.

This morning, Lin Chaoyang started to be busy from the morning. Because there were too many people to invite, he also borrowed some tables, chairs, benches and bowls and chopsticks from his neighbors.

Early in the morning, Li Tuo came first before others.

"Chaoyang, I heard that you are inviting guests today!"

"You have a dog nose, you can smell the smell from such a distance?" Lin Chaoyang teased.

"In the land of Yanjing Literary Circle, how can I not know if there is something going on?" Li Tuo was complacent.

The two were chatting, and the security guard at the door called the internal line again, saying that there were guests coming to visit.

Lin Chaoyang thought it was those award-winning writers, but it turned out to be Du Rong, a colleague from the library.