"Jia Zhangke is such a weak boy. He dug a hole for the other party to jump into. I guess the other party hasn't reacted yet. They don't know much about our poetry reading club and they thought it was just a student organization."
In Yudong's dormitory, Liu Changmin danced and told him what had happened between the two schools in the past few days. It was obvious that Liu Changmin was very happy that the poetry reading party could reach the inside of Jinling University.
"Haha, this kid Jia Zhangke..."
Jingle Bell--
Yu Dong was about to say something when the phone on the table rang. He looked at Liu Changmin and said, "I'll answer the phone first."
"Hello?"
Su Tong's excited voice came from the other end of the phone, "I have good news for you. The results of the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award are out. Three of you won the prize in Shanghai, namely Wang Anyi, Wang Xiaoming, and you."
Yu Dong said unexpectedly: "I really won an award."
Su Tong smiled and said: "Isn't this strange? I have said before that the young writers during your time in Shanghai were not very competitive. I expected you to win the award."
"Where is this side of Su Province?" Yu Dong asked again.
"Ye Zhaoyan, I, Zhu Fujin. It's a pity that if the next two novels of Feiyu had been published earlier, he should have had a share. I might as well tell you all the sixteen award-winning writers in East China this time, Hu
Over there is Shu Ting..."
When finally talking about Zhejiang Province, Su Tong laughed: "There is also Yu Hua."
"I was just wondering if he was there."
"It's no surprise that he won the award. He became famous earlier than you. The awards will be held at Xiamen on December 13th. Do you have time to come with us?"
"Let me take a look." Yu Dong looked at the calendar on the table. "By coincidence, it's Sunday. I think I can find time."
"Okay, I'll ask someone to buy our tickets, and we'll go together then."
"Okay, it's up to you."
After Yu Dong hung up the phone, Liu Changmin asked with concern: "Did you win any award?"
Liu Changmin just heard a general idea. He only knew that Yu Dong had won some award, but he didn't hear the specific award clearly.
"Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award." Yu Dong replied with a smile.
He is also in a good mood. Although the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award is not very famous now, it is still an important award. This award is also the first award he has won in traditional literature, which is of unusual significance.
Liu Changmin frowned and thought for a while, "I've heard of this award. Last year Zhang Chi and Jia Pingwa seemed to have won this award. It seems to be a new award. Is this the second year?"
Yu Dong nodded, "That's right."
"What does it mean?" Liu Changmin looked confused: "Can it not be regarded as true?"
"To be precise, it should be the fifth one, but the first three are somewhat special and are not awarded to individuals."
"Oh, so that's it."
In fact, Yu Dong didn't make it clear enough. This award was also awarded to individuals in the first three times, but they were all individuals in a group. For example, the first award-winning writers were outstanding students of the Writers Class of Yenching University, and the second award-winning writers were Jinling
Outstanding students in the university writer class.
This kind of individual award is actually no different from the collective award. Rather than these writers winning the award, it is better to say that the Writers Class of Yenching University and the Writers Class of Jinling University won the award.
"I have to report this good thing to Lao Wu." Liu Changmin walked out as he spoke.
Yu Dong raised his hand and grasped the air, but in the end he still did not call out to Liu Changmin.
It would be better to let Lao Liu report to Lao Wu first, and it would be easier for Yu Dong to speak later when he goes to ask for leave.
But what he didn't expect was that the response from Principal Wu was unusually warm. After listening to Liu Changmin's report, Wu Changxin had someone write a notice and post it on the bulletin board at the door of the Government Affairs Building.
"Warm congratulations to our teacher Yu Dong for winning the 5th Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award!"
In one day, everyone in the school knew that Yu Dong had won the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award.
…
Next to the playground of Jinling University, Jia Zhangke and others set up a small table, with a banner hanging above their heads that read: Poetry Reading in the Cucumber Garden.
There is also a pair hung on both sides.
Invite fellow players from all over the world to join the club, and invite those who are dissatisfied from all over the world to come and play.
Li Lai squatted next to him and said to Jia Zhangke: "Look at how many people there are. They are obviously spies sent by the literary society. They have been squatting there watching us for a long time."
Jia Zhangke glanced at the "special agents" and said with a smile: "This proves that they still value us from the bottom of their hearts and are not as disdainful as they say."
"How about we go meet them?"
"What's going on? Could it be possible to go over and have a quarrel with them?"
"The main reason is that I feel uncomfortable being stared at all the time."
Jia Zhangke had an enigmatic look on his face: "You have to enjoy this kind of gaze. People must go through this on the way to victory and success. Only those who can enjoy this kind of gaze can finally reach the other side of victory."
Li Lai chuckled, "Otherwise, I'd call you Teacher Jia, and you'd say the same thing."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wang Hailin running towards this side with a ponytail, and he laughed again, "Wang Hailin's braids are a bit ugly too. I remember he didn't have braids when he first came here."
"It wasn't long enough at that time. Hey, what is he doing here at this time? Is there nothing wrong with their Science Fiction Association?"
When Jia Zhangke was confused, he heard Wang Hailin holding up a stack of paper in his hand and shouting: "Old Jia, am I here to support you?"
Before Jia Zhangke and the others could figure out what was going on, Wang Hailin had already rushed to them.
He slowly spread the paper in his hand on the table, "I'm here to deliver the good news. I just got the news that our teacher Yu won the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award?"
"What is the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award?" Li Lai asked doubtfully.
Jia Zhangke looked excited: "This is a great thing. What do you bring? Awards, academics, literature..."
"It's wrong, it's wrong, you read it wrong."
Wang Hailin fiddled with the paper on the table and read: "Warmly congratulate Yu Dong, a member of the Cucumber Garden Poetry Reading Club, for winning the Zhuang Chongwen Literary Award."
What he brought was a piece of paper with large characters written on it. When put together, it was like this sentence.
Then he took out two more thin strings and said, "Quick, help string these papers together in order, and hang them above our heads."
Li Lai rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you get a banner? This is so shabby."
"Time is urgent, there is no time to get banners. Besides, banners are free, so that's good. Stop talking nonsense and act quickly."
Then the three of them threaded the papers one by one with thread and laid them across their heads.
The "agents" of the literary society who were monitoring the situation in the distance were attracted by Wang Hailin's series of actions, and they fixed their eyes on the paper.
"to warmly celebrate……"
Chapter completed!