"Zhen Zhen didn't participate in Golden Microphone, she went to Tang Shuang's side!"

Many fans who originally paid attention to the Golden Microphone Music Awards discovered that Tang Zhen did not appear at the award ceremony. After getting the news, they went to the literary ceremony and started talking about it.

"Don't you want the music award? She is a big favorite, will it be affected if she doesn't participate?"

"Now is not the past. The organizers don't dare to divide the cake anymore. This is a gift from Chen Shenfeng."

"It will be more or less affected."

"I really hope Tang Zhen can attend the awards ceremony. I really want to see her sweep the golden microphone."

"Yu Xiang didn't come either. As expected, he was advancing and retreating with Tang Zhen."

"I have already guessed that Yu Xiang will not come, so I have to keep it a secret. Besides, the golden microphone is not the Golden Melody Award after all. Maybe he will appear at the Golden Melody Award."

"Then I have to accept many awards today."

"Tang Zhen went to attend my brother's award ceremony. It was so loving."

"These siblings are really amazing. A literature award and a music award are both amazing."

"Brothers and sisters, go into battle."

"Tang Shuang is so young, sitting among a bunch of old men, so special."

…

Tang Shuang also found that she was a little special. Sitting among a group of middle-aged and elderly people, this specialness became even more prominent.

His clothes were prepared by Tang Zhen, a sandy blue singlet, youthful and fresh.

Tang Zhen made a mistake in choosing clothes.

She chose the clothes for Tang Shuang in accordance with the custom of music awards. They were bright and beautiful, but she didn't know that the main colors at the literature awards ceremony were black and gray, after all, everyone's age was there.

This makes Tang Shuang and Tang Zhen particularly different.

Fortunately, they are not unique. Like Yu Lei and Li Yang, the colors of their clothes are also brighter.

Tang Zhen whispered: "We are young people."

Tang Shuang thought about it, okay, that's all she can think of.

On the stage, the award ceremony has begun, starting with the Bronze Literature Award.

The hosts are a man and a woman who look very familiar. They are two well-known hosts from China Central Television.

First, the Bronze Literature Award for short stories was awarded, and the final winner was "2888", which is a suspense story in which the main characters are literary critics, writers, professors, publishers, etc...

Next came the novella, and the final winner was "The Mountains Echo", written by an old man named Candy.

"The novel nominees for the 2020 China Bronze Literature Award are——"

"The Last Night on Earth, by Luo Zhi."

Half of the giant screen showed the cover image of "The Last Night on Earth", and half showed Luo Zhi sitting at the scene. This was a man in his 30s, less than 40 years old. He stood up slightly in front of the camera and asked

Everyone nodded in thanks.

Warm applause erupted in the auditorium, and Tang Shuang also applauded.

After the applause subsided slightly, the host continued: "The Neighbor's Wife, written by Yin Bo."

A female nude body appeared on the big screen, swimming on her back in the pool, with no visible parts visible.

This time, the applause at the scene was also mixed with chattering whispers, and many people were talking privately.

Tang Shuang is familiar with this book, and its description of gender is very bold.

Yin Bo is a 28-year-old young man with long curly hair. He looks more like an artist than a writer.

Fang Zhikai, who was sitting next to Tang Shuang, whispered: "Among the authors nominated this time, you are the youngest, and Yin Bo is the second. Let's see which one of you can make history."

After hearing this, Tang Shuang looked at Yin Bo, who had a serious expression on the big screen again. The other person's lips were tightly pursed. Unlike Luo Zhi who nodded in thanks before, he was indifferent. He should usually be a rather arrogant person.

"Am I the youngest?" Tang Shuang asked.

Fang Zhikai: "Yes, you are the youngest among the nominees this year. If you win the award, you will be the youngest winner of the China Literature Award. History is waiting for you to create."

After saying that, he seemed to want to confirm and asked: "Are you 21 years old?"

Tang Shuang: "It's already full 22."

"I remember your birthday is in December."

Tang Shuang was a little surprised. It seemed that Fang Zhikai knew his age.

"Yes, birthday in December."

"The current youngest record is 28 years old, which is only three months older than Yin Bo."

"What a lucky guy."

Fang Zhikai smiled and said: "You are even luckier."

"Senior brother is still more powerful."

Fang Zhikai won the Zijin Literature Award at the age of 30.

Fang Zhikai is the youngest recipient of this crown in the literary world.

The host is still introducing: ""My Name is Hong", author Su Hong."

This time it was a female author, in her 40s, with a friendly smile on her face.

With warm applause ringing in his ears, Tang Shuang was thinking about Yin Bo just now. He had a hunch that if Yin Bo won the award, he would probably be out of luck. Although the two of them had a silver short story, and one was

Bronze novel, but because of age, the jury may only choose one to maintain balance.

…

The host announced a total of 5 nominees, 4 male authors and 1 female author.

"Now we invite Mr. Ding Feng to announce to us the final winner of the Bronze Literature Award for Novel! Please give me a round of applause."

Huh? It turned out to be Ding Feng!

Tang Shuang watched in surprise as Ding Feng walked onto the stage. He was here. He didn't know if his grandson Ding Ji was here.

Tang Shuang met Ding Feng and Ding Ji in Lu Mingyi's teahouse.

Ding Feng won the Novel Award in the 35th Silver Literature Award for "Dreams as Horses".

I saw him taking the envelope, opening it in front of everyone, looking at it, and speaking into the microphone word by word: "The winner of the Bronze Literature Award for Novel is - "My Name is Hong", Su Hong.

Congratulations!"

Wow——

Many people in the auditorium stood up and applauded this talented female author.

Su Hong stood up in surprise, turned around and faced everyone in the auditorium, and kept bowing to express her thanks.

At the same time, several lines of large characters appeared on the big screen, and the host read the award speech in a solemn voice.

"In "My Name is Red", everything is looking at the lost soul. Su Hong returns to the Toon Tree Street, which has become an important landscape in contemporary literature, and drives the heavy land and rivers with her light and flying posture. The implication is,

The coexistence of virtuality and reality makes fate and evil in the secular world shine with the light of supernatural destiny. The fate of three generations constitutes a profound spiritual mirror. In the difficult situation of crime and punishment, trauma and redemption

In the novel, under the changing times, the condition of human souls is revealed with compassion and regret. Su Hong's short stories have always been valued by the world, and her exploration of long-form art has reached maturity in "My Name is Red".

It is a novella poetics that is fully integrated into the experience of avant-garde art. It is realistic, metaphorical and symbolic, achieving inner precision, complexity and depth in a strictly restricted and highly self-disciplined structure."

"I'd like to invite Ms. Su Hong!"

Su Hong stepped on the steps covered with red carpet and slowly walked onto the podium...

Tang Shuang breathed a sigh of relief. If his judgment was correct, then his probability of winning the prize should be greatly increased.

Of course, this is only relative. Compared with Yin Bo's award-winning situation, it is also possible that the jury did not want to give him a chance to break the record.

It’s useless to think too much.

"The next thing we will award is the Silver Literature Award. The short story nominees for the 2020 China Silver Literature Award are——"
Chapter completed!