Literary Master 1978

In this era, there were not as many fancy ceremonies as in later generations. Lin Chaoyang roughly calculated that it would cost at most 2,000 yuan.

For ordinary people, this might be enough to work for three or four years without eating or drinking, but for Lin Chaoyang, it was nothing.

They paid for it themselves, and Li Tuo and the Cultural Association did the work. They should be clear from the beginning to avoid disputes in the future.

Seeing that Lin Chaoyang was firm and did not seem to be pretending, Li Tuo said, "That's good. Let's get the budget together in the next two days. Seeing that the award ceremony is less than half a month away, we have to hurry up."

After he left, Lin Chaoyang told Tao Yushu about the upgrade of the salon specifications.

"Do we need to pay for it ourselves?"

"It's not much. First, it avoids possible conflicts in the future. Second, the scale is expanded and some connections are accumulated, which may come in handy in the future."

Tao Yushu understood that Lin Chaoyang must be thinking for her again. She couldn't help but feel a sense of steadiness and relief in her heart. It's really good to have someone to rely on.

A few days later, Li Tuo would bring people to Lin Chaoyang's house from time to time to talk to him about the preparations for the salon.

The main participants were very excited. They would come up with some ideas from time to time, and then they were rejected by Lin Chaoyang one by one.

When these people get excited, they are imaginative. The ideas are usually beautiful, but they have no possibility of implementation. In the end, several people were dissatisfied and complained about being hit by Lin Chaoyang.

But the salon has to go on. Who makes Lin Chaoyang the sponsor now?

Today is the day of the National Excellent Short and Medium Novel Award Ceremony, and Lin Chaoyang was invited to attend.

After these years of development, the influence of the National Excellent Short and Medium Stories has reached a very high level in China, and it can almost be called the first award in the literary world.

As for the Mao Dun Literature Award, after all, it has only been held once. It has a great influence, but in the minds of writers, editors, publishers and readers, its foundation is still a little lacking.

The conference was as grand as ever, with hundreds of literary heavyweights from all over the country attending the event.

As soon as Lin Chaoyang entered the venue, he was spotted by Zhang Guangnian, who dragged Lin Chaoyang aside and showed a posture of questioning him.

"What do you mean, kid?"

Lin Chaoyang looked confused, "What do you mean?"

"You are still playing dumb with me!" Zhang Guangnian looked at his expression and was furious, "Your salon has been making a lot of noise in Yanjing City recently, do you think I don't know?"

"What's wrong with the salon? Is it bothering you again?"

Zhang Guangnian looked at his pretending to be dumb and was so angry that his teeth itched, "Pretend, just keep pretending! We worked hard to organize an award, but in the end, the limelight was all taken away by you kid."

Lin Chaoyang saw that he was not letting go, so he had to say, "You are wrong. I just want to treat everyone to a meal, and you can treat us if you want to!"

Of course, the Literary Association also invited writers to dinner, and both the specifications and standards were higher than Lin Chaoyang's, but the influence was not as great as his.

The reason is actually very simple. Writers come to participate in the award ceremony, whether it is the award ceremony, symposium, or dinner, it is considered an official procedure.

Although winning an award is a happy thing, the atmosphere of participating in these activities is too formal, and sometimes there are even some political elements that make people feel depressed.

On the other hand, at the gathering at Lin Chaoyang's house, everyone is a creator, gathering together with like-minded people, talking about everything without scruples, and the atmosphere is relaxed and happy.

In addition, having just won the award, he was very proud and excited, which added a bit of pleasure.

Comparing the two, the difference is obvious.

Zhang Guangnian felt depressed when listening to Lin Chaoyang's words. He understood the reason, but he was still angry.

"Look at you, such a big leader, how can your mind be as small as a needle nose?"

Lin Chaoyang's ridicule attracted Zhang Guangnian's angry glare, and the old comrade suddenly asked again: "Your cultural salon is getting bigger and bigger, why is there still the matter of the Yanjing Literary Association?"

"You are also picking on this!"

Zhang Guangnian snorted coldly, and the meaning in his eyes probably meant: I picked it!

"Li Tuo contacted me about this matter, I'm just a cook."

Lin Chaoyang sold Li Tuo out without any loyalty, but Zhang Guangnian didn't buy his trick at all.

"Come on. Li Tuo is still at your beck and call. Are you treating me like a three-year-old kid?"

Lin Chaoyang cried out in injustice, "This matter was really arranged by him."

"Then I ask you, where was the salon held?"

"My home."

"Who paid for it?"

"I paid for it."

Zhang Guangnian pointed at Lin Chaoyang's nose and said angrily, "You dare to say that he was the one who decided this matter?"

Lin Chaoyang was speechless. There was nothing wrong with Lao Zhang's logic, but he really felt wronged. Everything was arranged by Li Tuo and his friends, and he spent money but still got scolded.

"What do you mean?" Lin Chaoyang asked at last.

Zhang Guangnian saw that he compromised, and immediately said, "Our Literary Association will be responsible for holding the salon next year."

The "our Literary Association" in Zhang Guangnian's mouth was of course the National Literary Association.

Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but look at him with disdain when he heard this. "You are the leader of the Literary Association after all. Can you play a good role? If you try to steal the credit from your subordinates, people will laugh at you!"

Zhang Guangnian was immediately furious, "Bullshit! Didn't we organize the award? Did you host the salon because of us? Our Cultural Association organized the salon for you, paying for it and working hard. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Lin Chaoyang argued, "You can't say that. We hold cultural salons, which are purely personal activities."

"You let the Yanjing Cultural Association participate in personal activities?"

Lin Chaoyang was silent after hearing this. The old comrade was really good at finding faults.

"If the Yanjing Cultural Association can participate, we can participate, otherwise no one should participate."

Zhang Guangnian boasted that he had caught Lin Chaoyang's weakness. After saying this, his face was smug, and he was sure that Lin Chaoyang would definitely not leave the Yanjing Cultural Association.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chaoyang nodded happily, "Okay, then the Yanjing Cultural Association will not participate next year, and you should not participate either."

"Huh?"

Zhang Guangnian was surprised and stood there for a few seconds. His mind was not able to turn around for a while.

Looking at his expression, Lin Chaoyang felt relieved.

He was about to find a seat to sit down, but Zhang Guangnian stopped him again.

"What?"

"Not... you... I..."

The smug smile shifted from Zhang Guangnian's face to Lin Chaoyang, and he asked briskly: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Zhang Guangnian stared at Lin Chaoyang unwillingly, wanting to argue a few words, but couldn't think of any reasonable words for a while, so he could only watch Lin Chaoyang calmly find a place to sit down.

Seeing that the award ceremony was about to begin, he could only let it go.

It was another award ceremony, and the organizers were still the Wenxie and People's Literature. The members of the jury were basically old people, and only a few people changed, but the winning writers were changed.

This year's National Excellent Short Story Award selected a total of 18 works, 7 of which were from People's Literature, and there were many famous writers in later generations among the winning writers.

For example, Li Guowen, Shi Tiesheng, Liang Xiaosheng, Jin Ying, Zhang Wei, etc.

Among them, Zhang Wei's "A Pool of Clear Water" and Li Guowen's "Notes on the Dangerous Building" were edited by Tao Yushu.

In addition, 20 outstanding works were selected for the National Excellent Novella Award. It is worth mentioning that in this year's award, one person won two awards.

But it is different from Lin Chaoyang's year. This time, this person won two awards, one short and one medium.

Liang Xiaosheng won the National Excellent Short Story Award with his short story "Father" and the National Excellent Novella Award with his novella "There is a Blizzard Tonight". He can be called the biggest winner of this award ceremony.

After the award ceremony, there was a symposium held by the Literary Association in the afternoon. Lin Chaoyang did not plan to attend and was ready to leave. He did not want to be pestered by Zhang Guangnian again.

This time, Comrade Zhang's attitude softened a lot. His original intention was to let the National Literary Association participate in the cultural salon, rather than lose both sides with the Yanjing Literary Association, which would not benefit anyone.

But Lin Chaoyang's attitude was unexpectedly firm, and he did not intend to let the Cultural Association participate in the cultural salon.

Zhang Guangnian thought that it was his attitude just now that made Lin Chaoyang dissatisfied, but Lin Chaoyang said:

"It has nothing to do with attitude. Old Zhang, the salon was originally an activity organized by us spontaneously, and it has nothing to do with the Cultural Association.

This year, it was bigger, and Li Tuo pulled the Yanjing Cultural Association in because of a lack of manpower.

Your words today reminded me that the cultural salon is a spontaneous activity, and it is indeed easy to change the taste if you officially participate.

So, let's do our own thing in the future, and don't argue with each other."

After saying this, Lin Chaoyang left the venue without waiting for Zhang Guangnian's reaction.

Zhang Guangnian looked at his back, feeling depressed.

If I had known this earlier, I might as well not provoke this kid.

This incident!

Two days later, Xiaoliubukou Hutong had more unfamiliar faces coming and going since early in the morning.

The neighbors who live nearby all know that at this time of year, the great writer Lin will have dinner at his home, and it is no longer surprising.

There are some young people who are very curious standing on the roadside to see the writers.

There are more than 30 award-winning writers this year, and almost all of them have arrived at Lin Chaoyang's house today. Lin Chaoyang's house has been full of guests since morning. He has to greet everyone while preparing meals, and he is very busy.

After the writers arrived, they gathered in groups of three or five. Some stayed in the house, some wandered in the yard, and some ran to the kitchen to help Lin Chaoyang.

Everyone talked and laughed, and the whole yard was filled with a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

Because Tao Yushu was pregnant, Lin Chaoyang didn't let her work, so she chatted with a few guests.

When it was time to eat, Lin Chaoyang was already sweating profusely, and everyone stood up and toasted him as the host.

Lin Chaoyang drank the wine and said with a smile: "Everyone sit down, eat and drink as you like, don't be polite."

"I won't be polite, I'm just afraid that you don't prepare enough wine and food." Lu Wenfu teased, and everyone laughed.

This year, he won the National Excellent Novella Award for "Gourmet".

Although the winners of the National Excellent Novella Award are different every year, Lin Chaoyang invited many guests, and he could name a lot of acquaintances among the guests, so the atmosphere of the salon was naturally not bad.

Of course, in addition to acquaintances who have participated in the salon more than once, there are more guests who came for the first time today.

In the past five or six years, this gathering at Lin Chaoyang's house has gradually become the focus of attention in the literary world at this time of year.

Among the writers who came today, especially the young writers who had never been here, many came with the mood of pilgrimage.

They really wanted to see what this cultural salon famous in the literary world looked like? Is Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills as superb as the rumors say?

When they came today, they were extremely excited. When they arrived at Lin Chaoyang's house, they found that except for the bigger yard and the better house, there seemed to be nothing special.

Until more and more writers gathered in the yard, everyone greeted each other with a smile, talked about topics of common concern, and talked about their own creations. They gradually immersed themselves in such a relaxed and beautiful moment and forgot everything.

As for Lin Chaoyang's craftsmanship, it is indeed good, especially in such a pleasant atmosphere, it adds a bit of beauty.

With beautiful scenery, good wine and delicious food, everyone was intoxicated unconsciously.

Until the end of the banquet, Li Tuo took a group photo in the courtyard, and everyone stood up with a sense of satisfaction.

Everyone stood under two French plane trees, some were slightly drunk, some were sober and smiling, and their faces were full of joy.

In mid-spring, the buds of the French plane trees in the courtyard were growing into green leaves. The spring breeze stretched across the sky above the courtyard, and the branches and leaves swayed, showing the spring atmosphere.