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, who had won two awards, looked as usual, calm and calm, 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 do you know?"
Lin Chaoyang gestured towards 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 came up, Zhang Dening ignored Cui Daoyi and said, "We won two short stories. It just so happened that Jian Gong was also here, his "Dan Fengyan" won the award, and the other one was "The Fool King Boss",
You are the only one 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 combined 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 Jian Gong is here, so I don't have to make a trip. There will be an award ceremony at the People's Hall in two days. Don't forget it.
After the award ceremony, I 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 answered Cui Daoyi's confusion, and Cui Daoyi said with a smile: "Congratulations!"
"I thank you on behalf of my mother."
There were six people in the room, five of whom were related to the award, but Liu Zhida was the only one standing 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 from 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", and Feng Jicai in "Ah!".
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 Qin Chaoyang had just introduced the other person's name when he introduced the two of them.
"Shaanxi-born writer Lu Yao!"
In this National Outstanding Novella Award, Lu Yao won the second prize for "A Thrilling Scene". This was also the first time he won a national literary award, and he seemed particularly excited.
When it came time to award the award, Lin Chaoyang held two certificates and souvenirs alone, which naturally attracted a lot of attention and heated discussion.
The two awards in a row, two short story awards last year and two novella awards this year, have created a record that has never been done before and will never be followed again.
After the awards were awarded, a Novella Award symposium for the winners, editors, and critics was held at the Jingxi Hotel in the afternoon.
Most of the writers in Yanjing are familiar to each other. Even if they are not known to each other, they all have common friends.
Compared with the familiarity among writers in Yanjing, writers from other provinces were much more reserved. Basically no one knew anyone, and they didn’t know what to talk about at the moment.
"I have read your "The Death of Van Gogh" twice. It is so well written, not only in the combination of storytelling and literature, but also in attitude.
The last time I went to your house for dinner, I already thought it was wonderful when I listened to your story. Now that I read the novel, I found it even more amazing!"
Feng Jicai sat on Lin Chaoyang's right hand side and talked about Lin Chaoyang's new work "The Death of Van Gogh", and the conversation was lively.
Lu Yao was sitting on the other side of Lin Chaoyang. He saw that Lu Yao had not spoken and looked a little reserved. He was about to give Lu Yao a topic.
At this time, someone didn't know who knocked over the tea cup, and it hit the ground with a loud bang, making a harsh sound, and the venue immediately fell silent.
"What a thrilling scene!"
Lin Chaoyang suddenly said something. After hesitating for two seconds, a burst of good-natured laughter erupted in the venue. Naturally, everyone thought of Lu Yao and the name of his award-winning work.
The originally tense atmosphere became more relaxed due to this episode, and even Lu Yao, who was originally very reserved, relaxed.
By the time the symposium came to an end, everyone's relationship was much more harmonious than at the beginning, and they started chatting.
"It's been a long time since I've eaten the food you cooked. It's weird." Feng Jicai said to Lin Chaoyang.
Deng Youmei, who was two seats away, heard what he said and joined in the fun: "I heard from Zeng Qi and Jin Lan that Comrade Chaoyang's cooking skills are outstanding among our Yanjing writers. We have so many foreign writers, it's hard to come here
Yanjing cannot just hire talented people!"
Listening to their words, several writers from other provinces looked curious, and the Yanjing writers around them started to popularize Lin Chaoyang's craftsmanship with them.
Over the past year, thanks to the vigorous promotion of Li Tuo, a socialite in the literary world, Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills have long been famous in Yanjing's literary circles, and even the name of his family's "Xunweizhai" has become widely known.
Listening to everyone's science popularization, a group of writers from other provinces also had expectations for Lin Chaoyang's craftsmanship. The crowd made noisy noises, which 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 days, let's find an opportunity to try Chaoyang's craftsmanship. Let's talk first,
We don’t eat for free. We will prepare our own rice, flour, grains, oils, fruits and vegetables. I will take the lead and pay five kilograms of national food stamps.”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an immediate response.
"That's a good suggestion! I'll also pay five kilograms."
"I'll give you two pounds of meat!"
Everyone was chattering, talking to each other, regardless of Lin Chaoyang's reaction. After a while, the dinner party was already done, and a total of 40 kilograms of national food stamps, 6 kilograms of meat stamps and 50 yuan were collected.
Meat stamps and most of the food stamps were issued by Yanjing writers. Writers from other provinces came to Yanjing to bring not many national food stamps, and they had to provide their own food, so they basically paid for it.
"Come on, come on, pay the money, pay the ticket!"
Deng Youmei had a strong execution ability and began to collect money and tickets in front of many people, fearing that Lin Chaoyang would run away.
He stuffed the money and receipts into Lin Chaoyang's hand, with a serious face, "Chaoyang, I'll leave this meal to you. But we must make it in the style and level of our Yanjing writers, and we can't let our colleagues from other provinces see it."
It’s a joke.”
Lin Chaoyang: Listen to me and thank you.
Lin Chaoyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he accepted a big job in a daze, but now that it was over, he could only accept it and made an appointment with everyone to wait for the end of the symposium in two days and invite everyone to his home for dinner.
On another day, "People's Daily" published as scheduled, and the list of winners of this year's National Outstanding Medium and Short Story Awards was announced in the newspaper. Lin Chaoyang's double award once again attracted the attention of the literary world.
Everyone couldn't help but wonder. Counting last year's short story award, this was already the second time, right? Why did it feel like this award was almost won by him, Lin Chaoyang?
The impact of Lin Chaoyang's double award has just begun to ferment. What spreads faster than this news is the newsletter published in the "People's Daily" a few days ago.
As the newspaper's influence continued to spread, the slogan "Unite and revitalize China" spread rapidly across the land of China in the early days of reform and opening up in just a few days, becoming a bright red banner that inspired countless people to fight with passion.
Among them, the reaction was particularly strong in the major universities in Yanjing. The students were excited by this slogan, and many people also found out the deeds about Lin Chaoyang some time ago and regarded him as a pure patriot.
ists.
Of course, wherever there is praise, there is also slander.
Reform and opening up gave many people the opportunity to see the world, and it also caused some subtle psychological changes in some of them.
In the eyes of these people, both Europe, the United States, Japan and South Korea are far ahead of China. Lin Chaoyang's behavior of not reflecting on the reasons for his own backwardness, but instead guiding the Chinese people to be hostile to advanced developed countries, is undoubtedly an extremely wrong idea.
The quarrels and debates among the students did not affect Lin Chaoyang for the time being. A few days ago, he took over the task of inviting award-winning writers to dinner and has been preparing for it for the past two days. Since he agreed, he must entertain them thoughtfully.
This morning, Lin Chaoyang had been busy since the morning. Because there were so many people entertaining guests, he also borrowed some tables, chairs, benches, bowls and chopsticks from his neighbors.
Early in the morning, Li Tuo came first when no one else came.
"Chaoyang, I heard you're treating me to a treat today!"
"You have such a bad nose, can you smell it from such a distance?" Lin Chaoyang joked.
"How can I not know about anything in the Yanjing literary world?" Li Tuo said proudly.
While the two were chatting, the security guard at the door made another internal call, saying that a guest was coming to visit.
Lin Chaoyang thought it was the award-winning writers, but it turned out to be Du Rong, a colleague from the library.
Chapter completed!