Yanjing, No. 166 Chaonei Street.

There is a five-story building facing the street, and there is a four-story red brick building behind it. The nationally famous "Contemporary" editorial office is on the second floor of this building.

"I didn't win the award!" A regretful voice sounded in the editorial office.

"It's only normal that you didn't win the award. You don't even look at the styles of works that won the award." Zhu Changsheng complained.

Zhang Zhong'e raised his head and glanced at him, "The Death of Van Gogh didn't win the award. You are more upset than Lin Chaoyang."

Faced with the ridicule from his colleagues, Zhu Changsheng said calmly: "This is an honor. Who thinks there are too many honors?"

Yao Shuzhi joked: "Lao Zhu, it's not just the honor, right? There's also a bonus!"

"Those are the icing on the cake." Zhu Changsheng waved his hand and said innocently.

Several colleagues looked at his forced posture and couldn't help but gloated and laughed.

Colleagues were talking about the newly released list of winners of the Mao Dun Literary Award. The office was buzzing, and someone complained: "It's a shame that "The Death of Van Gogh" didn't win. I think there are a few films on this list that are of good quality."

It’s just average!”

"Every literary work attracts different eyes. There is no such thing as an award that is perfect. Besides, what Lao Zhu just said is right, this is not just about the dimension of the novel itself.

When "The Death of Van Gogh" was published, some people criticized it for promoting 'liberalization.' When evaluated by the Literary and Art Association, there is really little hope for such a work to win an award."

"Oh, what a pity."

"It's no pity!" As everyone was talking, a voice suddenly came from the door. Everyone turned around and saw Qin Chaoyang standing there.

He walked into the office and said: "What's such a pity? This year's awards were awarded to seven award-winning works, and our Humanities Society published four of them. What else is there to be dissatisfied about?"

He is the person in charge of "Contemporary" and one of the social leaders of the Humanities Society. He is in a different position than the editors under him, and naturally looks at the problem from a different perspective.

Seeing Tan Chaoyang walk in, Zhu Changsheng didn't complain anymore, but he thought of Zhang Dening, whom he always met when he went to Lin Chaoyang's house to compile manuscripts.

She should be very proud now, right?

"Hey! This is all the credit of the author Chaoyang and has nothing to do with me."

"Ahaha, why are you congratulating me? You should be congratulating Yushu."

In the Yanjing Cultural Bureau compound and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles Building, Zhang Dening has been dealing with colleagues who came to congratulate and chat since he went to work in the morning.

Just this morning, the Yanjing Literary and Art Association received a notice from the National Literary and Art Association on the results of the first Mao Dun Literary Award. People's Literature, which was released freshly this morning, also reported the list of winners.

A total of seven works won the first Mao Dun Literature Award, including the only work "Chess Master" submitted by "Yenjing Literature".

Unfortunately, due to the length of published works, novel awards such as the Mao Dun Literary Award have nothing to do with "Yenjing Literature".

"The Chess Master" is the only work published in Yanjing Literature in recent years with more than 100,000 words, and it was regarded as a unique work by the editorial department at the time.

I heard that there were more than 100 works submitted for this year's awards, and the editorial leaders did not dare to expect "Chess" to win the award.

But who would have thought that as soon as the award results were announced, "The Chess Master" would really stand out from hundreds of full-length works and become one of the seven award-winning works.

It goes without saying that Zhang Dening is happy and proud as the editor-in-chief of "Chess Master".

The editorial office is located in the courtyard of the Cultural Affairs Bureau. She was overwhelmed by the constant stream of colleagues who came to congratulate her after hearing the news early in the morning.

After finally dealing with several colleagues, she looked towards Tao Yushu.

Compared with the congratulations he received, there were only a lot more people around Tao Yushu. After all, he was only the editor of the award-winning work "The Master of Chess", while Tao Yushu was the lover of the award-winning author Lin Chaoyang.

After the gust of wind passed in the morning, Zhang Dening happily chatted with Tao Yushu for a few words. While the two were talking, Li Tuo suddenly ran into the office.

He shouted to Tao Yushu with excitement on his face: "Yushu, what class are you still in? Why don't you go home and share the joy of winning the award with Chaoyang?"

"It's working time now, I'm waiting to get off work." Tao Yushu was very happy in his heart, but he answered Li Tuo sternly.

Seeing this, he shook his head and said, "You are really calm. I won't tell you anymore. I'll go and say hello to Chaoyang."

Tao Yushu knew Li Tuo very well, and when he heard him say congratulations, he automatically replaced the sentence with "have a meal" in his mind. This time Chaoyang won the prize, he would inevitably use this excuse to treat Chaoyang.

Tao Yushu watched Li Tuofeng running out like a wind, and couldn't help but smile a little.

"Your family members haven't even come home yet, but he is so positive." Zhang Dening's words contained a hint of sarcasm.

"He has such a personality, and it's good to be a friend," Tao Yushu said.

After Li Tuo left, editor-in-chief Yang Mo, who rarely appeared in the editorial department, also came over. She came here specially after learning that "The Chess" had won the Mao Dun Literature Award this morning.

"The Chess Master" was first published in "Yenching Literature" and was also submitted for awards by "Yenching Literature". Now that it has successfully won the award, it is also a great honor for "Yenching Literature".

Throughout the day, most of the topics in the editorial department focused on the Mao Dun Literature Prize and the award-winning works and writers.

Until getting off work in the evening, Tao Yushu came out of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles building with a big belly, surrounded by warm greetings, more enthusiastic than any day before.

She walked to the door of the compound happily, and did not see Lin Chaoyang, but she saw Zhang Guiqin.

"Mom, why are you here?" Tao Yushu stepped forward and hugged Zhang Guiqin's arm.

"Chaoyang is entertaining friends. Let me come and pick you up."

Zhang Guiqin said something and walked home with Tao Yushu on her arm.

On the way, she asked Tao Yushu, "Yushu, I heard from Li Tuo that Chaoyang won the Mao Dun Award, what kind of award is that?"

Tao Yushu thought for a while and replied: "Didn't Chaoyang win the National Outstanding Short and Novella Award two years ago? It's similar to that one. This one is for a novel. It was established according to Mr. Mao Dun's last wish. Mao Dun, do you know?"

"How can you not know that, you are a great writer!"

Zhang Guiqin couldn't help but burst into a bright smile, "It's really good. I have won numerous awards in the past few years, and I can become a great writer like Mao Dun in the future!"

Tao Yushu said with a smile: "He is still far from the achievements of Mr. Mao Dun."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law returned to Xiaoliubukou Alley talking and laughing. As soon as they entered the courtyard, they could hear the laughter coming from the main house dozens of meters away.

After entering the house, Tao Yushu saw Li Tuo, Chen Jiangong, Zhang Chengzhi and others sitting on the sofa, talking and laughing, but Lin Chaoyang was not there.

Every time the family entertains guests, Lin Chaoyang is basically the one doing the hardest work, and he must be in the kitchen at this time.

Recently, Tao Yushu's belly has been getting bigger and bigger, and he rarely goes to the kitchen. When Zhang Guiqin got home, she went into the kitchen to help Lin Chaoyang.

But she saw Lin Erchun washing vegetables, and she was immediately surprised by the scene.

Comrade Erchun had deep-rooted male chauvinism in him. Before he married Tao Yushu, he scolded Lin Chaoyang for not knowing how to help the soy sauce bottle at home when it fell.

I am a hero and my son is a good man. Lin Chaoyang naturally learned this habit from his father.

Lin Erchun never helped with housework at home, so Zhang Guiqin was inevitably surprised to see him washing vegetables.

"Really, why did you come back!"

When Lin Erchun saw Zhang Guiqin coming back, he complained and handed the food in his hand to her.

"I don't know how to leave after washing." Zhang Guiqin muttered.

As soon as Lin Erchun came out of the kitchen, he saw several people coming in from the courtyard door.

Tao Yucheng, who was in the lead, waved to him enthusiastically, "Uncle Lin!"

"Yucheng!" Lin Erchun greeted him first, and then greeted him enthusiastically, "Oh, my in-laws, why are you all here?"

The seven members of the Tao family entered the hospital. The whole family came. Tao Yucheng and Zhao Li were still carrying gifts that they had bought temporarily.

Before Tao's father could say anything, Tao Yucheng rushed to say: "Uncle Lin, didn't it say in the newspaper today that Chaoyang won the award? I'll invite our whole family to come over and say hello to him."

Listening to his son's words, Tao's father smiled and nodded in approval.

Lin Erchun's face was flushed, and he laughed heartily, but he said: "No need, no need, it's not like I haven't had it before, look at you guys who are so far away. Come on, come in, come in and warm yourself up."

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He pulled Tao's father and the others into the house, but Tao Yucheng was looking for Lin Chaoyang, "Where is Chaoyang?"

"Where's the kitchen?"

Lin Erchun replied to him and led the Tao family into the house.

Li Tuo and others did not expect that Lin Chaoyang's father-in-law and his family would suddenly arrive. The family wanted to celebrate, so naturally they couldn't get in the way, so they got up and left when they saw this.

Tao Yushu immediately stopped them and said with a smile: "We are not outsiders. It happens to be crowded and lively."

Father Tao also said: "Yes, you are all good friends of Chaoyang and Yushu. It is rare to have a good day like today. It is a beautiful thing to get together."

After listening to the words of their father and daughter, the burden in Li Tuo's and others' hearts was relieved, and they sat down with peace of mind. However, the atmosphere was not as lively as before. After all, there were elders here, so they were a little more reserved.

Upon seeing this, Tao's mother pulled Zhao Li and said, "Let's go to the kitchen to help."

Father Tao kindly raised the topic to Li Tuo and others, and the atmosphere became relaxed again.

The chat in the main room was lively, and Tao Yucheng was also sighing at Lin Chaoyang in the kitchen.

"I think the Mao Dun Literature Award is very influential. Although it is the first time it is held, there are too many people discussing it, and everyone is paying special attention to it."

Lin Chaoyang replied while cutting vegetables: "The main reason is Mr. Mao Dun's influence. The award established according to the old man's last wish, whether it is the government, the literary association, or ordinary readers, all have expectations for the award. And this

The award has really filled the gap in novel awards in the literary world.”

Tao Yucheng looked at Lin Chaoyang's calm and calm expression, and admired his brother-in-law's determination.

If this was Lin Chaoyang's first time winning an award and he showed his current state, Tao Yucheng might think that he was pretending to be indifferent.

But as a relative, Tao Yucheng has witnessed Lin Chaoyang win national literary awards several times, and his reaction has always been so indifferent.
To be continued...