It took Tao Yumo a total of four days to bring it back. Except for the tragic experience of diarrhea on the first day, the trip was still very successful.

It was evening when she returned to Langrun Lake Apartment. She was carrying ten pounds of crabs as if the general had won a big victory.

"Mom! There are extra dishes today!"

As soon as he entered the door, Tao Yumo carried the crabs into the kitchen and shouted, fearing that his family would not hear.

"Hey, I turned into a briquette!"

Tao Yucheng came out of the room when he heard the commotion. When he saw his sister, he screamed in surprise.

Upon hearing this, Tao Yumo's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"I've only been out for a few days, how come I'm so bad?" Tao Yucheng continued to say in a confused tone.

Tao Yumo glared at his brother fiercely and shouted into the kitchen: "Mom, my brother didn't take the crabs with him!"

After hearing her threat, Tao Yucheng surrendered and put on a smile, "Are you tired from playing outside these days? Look at your sunbathing!"

As he said that he was going to help Tao Yumo carry his luggage, Tao Yumo took his hand away disdainfully.

Nowadays, logistics is underdeveloped. In places such as Shaanxi and Shanxi, which are far inland, many people have never eaten seafood in their lives.

Yanjing is a little better. It is the capital after all, and it is relatively close to the Bohai Bay. But even so, you can't eat seafood more than once a year.

Tao Yumo brought back ten pounds of crabs, a total of thirteen crabs.

When Tao's mother steamed crabs, because the pot was not big enough, she could only steam four crabs at a time. After steaming two pots, Tao's father asked Tao Yumo to give the remaining five crabs to the neighbors upstairs and downstairs.

Crabs are cold in nature, so you can't eat them in large quantities, and you can't keep them, so it's just a good idea to give them away.

"I bought this with money. If you say you want to give it away, just give it away." Tao Yumo muttered.

Father Tao was too lazy to listen to her complaints and asked, "How much?"

"Six cents." Tao Yumo opened his mouth.

Father Tao took out two dollars from his pocket. At this time, Tao Yucheng reminded: "Dad, don't listen to this girl. The fishermen over in Beidaihe sell it at the seaside. It's so cheap, it doesn't even cost 30 cents."

Seeing that he was about to get the money, his eldest brother ran out to make trouble. Tao Yumo was furious and said, "You are talking nonsense. Why don't you spend 30 cents to buy one for me?"

"Then it's forty cents, no more."

Father Tao smiled and interrupted the quarrel between the brothers and sisters, "Okay. You have to carry it all the way back, don't you have to pay some errand fees?"

After saying that, he handed the two dollars to Tao Yumo, who happily accepted the money and delivered crabs from house to house. He received a lot of compliments from his neighbors and chatted a few more words.

When I got home, the food was already on the table.

While eating, Tao's mother stared at Tao Yumo's face, "You've been out playing for a few days, why are you so dark and thin?"

Her mother's words gave Tao Yumo a mixture of joy and sorrow. He was worried that he had lost weight, but he was happy that he had lost weight.

Tao Yucheng said: "Mom, if you look dark, you will look thinner. This is the same as when we use lighting in movies..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt someone stepped on his foot hard. Judging from the force, it was definitely not Zhao Li.

Tao Yucheng glanced at his sister, his eyes were fierce.

He twirled the crab legs in his hand and said, "They have indeed lost weight."

Tao Yumo nodded with satisfaction.

While chewing the crab, Tao Yumo suddenly thought of his sister and brother-in-law, "My sister, my brother-in-law, are they gone?"

"They left yesterday, and they both had no luck!"

Tao Yumo rolled his eyes at his brother again, "I'm going to Qingdao, how can I still have seafood?"

The "Yenjing Literature" pen conference was held in Huangdao District, Qingdao. The day before Tao Yumo came back, the two of them boarded the train to Qingdao.

For this PEN conference, "Yenjing Literature" invited many people, all of whom are well-known writers who have been active in the literary world in recent years.

On the train from Yanjing to Qingdao, in addition to the two editors Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening, several writers were also familiar, including Wang Zengqi, Li Tuo and Liu Jinyun.

Wang Zengqi and Li Tuo are acquaintances. Liu Jinyun won the National Outstanding Short Story Award this year for "The Foolish Boss King" and met Lin Chaoyang during the award ceremony. He did not attend the invitation due to work reasons.

Speaking of Lin Chaoyang's treat, Liu Jinyun couldn't help but look regretful.

There were more than twenty writers attending the dinner at the end of March. For literati, exaggeration is actually the basics, and the flowers are the pursuit. The atmosphere was good that day, which put a layer of filter on everyone. After these people went back, they put Lin Chaoyang

His craftsmanship is almost beyond praise.

This group of people come from all over the world. After these few months of spreading, at least half of the Chinese literary world, not to mention the whole of China, knows that Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills are superb and he is unparalleled in the circle of writers.

The train went all the way out of Hebei and into Shandong. Even sitting on a hard bed in the hot summer days was quite painful.

When they arrived in Qingdao, everyone first stayed in a guest house for one night, because the PEN Club invited not only writers from Yanjing, but also writers from other places, so they had to wait for writers from other places.

After waiting for a day, everyone finally arrived, including Cheng Zhongshi from Shaanxi, Kong Jiesheng from Guangdong and other five foreign writers.

Huangdao and Qingdao are across the sea, and you have to take a ship to get there.

Most of the people who came to participate in the PEN conference this time were from the north. Several older comrades were dizzy as soon as they got on the boat. Lin Chaoyang and his wife were the youngest couple on this trip. They didn't have anything to do, but they were leisurely.

Admiring the sea scenery makes people feel envious.

"The life you two have is really free and easy. The husband sings and the wife follows."

On the ship, Li Tuo sat behind the couple. Seeing the couple enjoying themselves, he couldn't help but make fun of them.

Zhang Dening said with a smile: "It's not the husband who sings and the wife follows, but the woman who sings that the husband follows."

"What's the meaning?"

"Without Yu Shu, we couldn't invite Comrade Lin Chaoyang. Before departure, People's Literature specially invited him to attend the PEN Conference, but he didn't agree."

Wang Zengqi said: ""People's Literature"? Are you going to Chengde?"

"Lao Wang also received the invitation?" Zhang Dening asked.

"Yes. It's a good time to go to Chengde at this time to escape the heat."

"Isn't it a good place? If you don't go there in the morning sun, it's like a woman singing and following her husband."

Zhang Dening's joke made everyone smile knowingly, and even Tao Yushu had a sweet smile on his face.

"People's Literature" found their home two days before their departure. It was Cui Daoyi who came. He specifically explained that this PEN conference would invite "key writers", and the standards were much higher than those of ordinary PEN conferences. In terms of time,

It just so happened that it coincided with the Qingdao PEN Conference of "Yenjing Literature".

It was originally a very good thing, but Lin Chaoyang refused without hesitation.

These days, both the commuting conditions and the accommodation conditions are far inferior to those of later generations. Because they invited Tao Yushu to the "Yenjing Literature" PEN Club, they really couldn't refuse.

Therefore, he made up his mind not to participate in the Chengde PEN Conference of "People's Literature".

In this way, Tao Yushu felt her husband's inner importance to her. How could she not be happy and sweet?

Listening to the conversation of several people, the faces of Cheng Zhongshi, Liu Jinyun, Liu Guochun and others flashed with envy.

I refused the PEN Club invitation from "People's Literature" if I said no. Lin Chaoyang was probably the only one present who had such confidence.

There were 13 people in the PEN group this time. "Yanjing Literature" had two editors, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening, and the Shandong Literary and Art Association sent deputy leader Jiang Shumao to receive them. He is famous for his writings about life on fishing islands.

The other ten people are all writers invited by "Yenjing Literature". The oldest is Wang Zengqi, who is in his sixties, the youngest is Li Tuo, who is in his thirties, and Lin Chaoyang and his wife, who are in their twenties, are among this group of people.

, extremely eye-catching.

But despite Lin Chaoyang's young age, his creative achievements are very dazzling. At least he is outstanding among this group of writers invited to participate in the PEN Conference.

Most of these writers have won the National Outstanding Short Story Award. Lin Chaoyang not only won the award, but also won two awards. This was not only the case last year, but also this year. The only difference was that last year he won the short story award, and this year he won the novella award.

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In addition to awards, the influence of his works cannot be underestimated. Not to mention anything else, "Wreaths Under the Mountains" alone has sold more than four million copies.

A careful calculation shows that among the military-themed works produced after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the last one that caused such a big sensation was Qu Bo's "Lin Hai Xue Yuan".

His debut novel "The Wrangler" led the upsurge of scar literature and reflective literature, not to mention creating the concept of Chinese-style stream-of-consciousness literature. Nowadays, many people in the literary world are vying to imitate it, including many famous writers.

For example, Wang Meng once mentioned in public many times the influence of "Lai Zi's Summer" on his stream-of-consciousness literary creation.

In the past two years, Wang Meng has been studying stream-of-consciousness literature, and has successively published many works with obvious stream-of-consciousness literature, such as "The Gift", "Butterfly", and "The Sound of Spring".

It can be said that Lin Chaoyang is an all-rounder who has no shortage of literary awards, reader reputation, and influence of his works. At any time, status and fame are determined by strength.

Especially when one thinks that Lin Chaoyang is only in his early twenties and has a lovely wife and beautiful family by his side, how can one not be envious?

While everyone was chatting, the ship docked at the shore.

Huangdao is not large in area. It was only transferred from Jiaodong County to Qingdao's jurisdiction two years ago. A sports hotel has just been built in the center of the island, and Lin Chaoyang and others stayed here during their trip.

In the evening, Jiang Shumao, on behalf of Shandong Literary and Art Association, held a banquet. The main food of the banquet was fish, shrimp and crab, which were caught by fishermen from the island and delivered directly to the hotel. They couldn't be fresher.

Drinking is indispensable at the reception banquet. Qingdao has had a brewery built by the Germans since 1903, and the people are accustomed to drinking beer. At the reception banquet, a large glass of draft beer was placed in front of one person. Lin Chaoyang thanked him and watched everyone take a sip of seafood and a sip of beer.

Terrified.

The "Gout Set Meal" was so famous that he thought he would be better off just eating seafood.

Everyone was eating, drinking, chatting, and having a great time.

Tao Yushu sat next to Lin Chaoyang, but his painting style was different.
To be continued...