Shi Tiesheng didn't want to go at first, but after seeing Yu Dong and the others, he had second thoughts.
He is physically ill and usually doesn't like to be disturbed by others, but he is very happy when a good friend comes to visit.
Especially Yu Dong, he not only likes Yu Dong's works, but also feels more grateful to Dong in his heart.
Shi Tiesheng is somewhat famous, and although the Writers Association usually provides him with some help, it can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.
If he is a professional writer, the state will be responsible for his life, old age, illness and death. Even if he is later diagnosed with uremia, there is no need to worry about huge medical expenses falling entirely on the individual.
It's a pity that he is not a professional writer and cannot enjoy all this.
Fortunately, through Yu Dong's help, Shi Tiesheng signed a contract with the Deep Space Company.
Deep Space Company not only helped to promote his works, allowing him to earn more money from his writing, but also provided a lot of benefits to help take care of his life.
Because of this, he felt more grateful to Dong.
Although it was winter, the sunshine was pretty good after ten o'clock in the morning. Everyone was sitting next to the big tree in the earth altar, chatting casually.
Yu Hua sat on the steps, half leaning back, squinting at the sky.
"It's a rare good weather, but it's a pity that I didn't bring pokers, otherwise we could just have a table together."
Han Shaogong shook the ashes from his cigarette and said disdainfully: "Since it is a rare good weather, you are always thinking about playing cards. Why don't you chat with Tiesheng?"
Shi Tiesheng smiled and said: "Actually, I really want to watch you guys play cards."
Han Shaogong pursed his lips and said, "How about I buy two decks of poker?"
Su Tong suggested: "Why don't you play cards now? Let's wait until we get back to the hotel. Tiesheng, don't hesitate. We will go to the hotel together later and have dinner there at noon. This will save your Chen Ximi a lot of work."
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Shi Tiesheng had already thought about it, but when he heard what Su Tong said, he nodded and said: "Okay, I just went to see which friends are here."
"Okay, there are many people here, such as Tielin..." Speaking of Tielin, Han Shaogong patted his forehead: "Oh no, I only thought about coming to see Tie Sheng and forgot what Tielin told me in the morning.
I'm going to find you. We're all out now, doesn't she have to make a fuss?"
"The chairman of the Writers' Association of this province is busier than anyone else, so he has no time to go to us. I must be just talking to you in a polite way, so you take it seriously." Yu Hua said.
Han Shaogong blinked his small eyes, and two thick bags under his eyes trembled, "I am also the chairman of the Writers' Association of a province..."
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Tie Lin rested in her room for a while and then went to find Han Shaogong.
There was no one in Han Shaogong's room. Tie Lin thought that Han Shaogong might still be with Yu Hua and others, so she rushed to Yu Hua and others' room again.
Before she reached the door, she saw several people standing at the door of Yu Hua's room from a distance. She recognized the woman among them as Wang Anyi at a glance.
"Teacher Wang Anyi." Tie Lin walked over with a smile.
Wang Anyi and Zhao Lihong knocked on the doors of Yu Dong and others' rooms one after another, but there was no response. When they were distressed, they heard Tie Lin's voice.
"Oh, Teacher Tielin, your Beihe delegation also lives on this floor?"
Tie Lin smiled and shook her head, "We live together on the upper floor. I came down here to find Yu Hua and the others."
"We are also looking for them. We have been knocking on the door for a long time, but no one answered."
"No one answered?" Tie Lin looked at the door strangely, then raised her hand and knocked, but there was no response at all: "Did you go to have breakfast?"
"Breakfast is over now. They arrived late last night and there is no reason to leave so early."
Tie Lin nodded, "They did arrive late last night. I met them in the lobby. By the way, what do you want to see them for?"
Next to him, Zhao Lihong said, "Actually, there is nothing wrong. Although Yu Dong came alone, he is still nominally with us in Shanghai. We want to meet him before the official start of the representative meeting tomorrow."
"It's not urgent, he will definitely come back today. I guess they may have gone out. Well, I haven't found them anyway, why don't I go there and sit there?"
Wang Anyi looked at the people around him and said with a smile: "It's not convenient to go to your room. Let's go to the restaurant and find a place to chat. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I heard that you are going to be transferred to Yanjing this time.
Congratulations in advance."
"Not sure yet."
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After Yu Dong and others went to the restaurant, they saw Wang Anyi and the others at first sight. When they were about to pass, someone called Shi Tiesheng on the other side.
"Tiesheng, you are here!"
Yu Dong and the others turned to look at the man who spoke. He was a man in his early sixties with thick eyebrows and big eyes. This man was not tall, a little thin, with red and black skin. He looked more like a farmer who worked in the fields all year round.
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Shi Tiesheng was very happy to see him and responded with a smile, "Teacher Liang, you have returned to Yanjing."
Knowing that Shi Tiesheng had difficulty moving, the man got up and walked this way, and the other two people around him also followed.
When they arrived, the man smiled and said, "I came back at the end of last month."
It was only when he arrived that he recognized the people standing behind Shi Tiesheng, and said with some surprise, "Mo Yan, Yu Hua, Han Shaogong...how did you get together? And this guy...looks familiar...
…I can’t remember it at the moment.”
A fat middle-aged man next to him said: "Teacher Liang, you don't usually watch TV. This is Yu Dong, the author of "Xiangxi"."
"Oh, hello, hello, I'm Liang Haoran."
Yu Dong was also a little surprised when he heard that it was Liang Haoran in person.
Liang Haoran is an old man. When Yu Dong was a child, he went to Xinhua Bookstore. It was difficult to see other books, but his set of "Sunny Day" could always be seen.
It is not too much to say that Yu Dong grew up reading Liang Haoran's books, just like Yu Dong grew up reading Wang Meng's novels.
In that special era, there were not many novels available to the public, and "Sunny Day" was one of them.
Then Liang Haoran introduced the two people around him to Yu Dong and others: "These two are comrades of the Yanjing Writers Association. The one on the left is Yuan Shen, and the one on the right is Fang Yanwu."
Upon hearing the words "Fang Yanwu", several people on Yu Dong's side showed strange expressions.
Fang Yanwu and Yu Dong yelled a lot from a distance. Except for Han Shaogong and Shi Tiesheng, every one of Yu Dong and the others were criticized by Fang Yanwu.
This was the first time that Yu Dong met Fang Yanwu, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance. He wore a pair of thick-rimmed glasses with very thick lenses, and his eyes were not focused. His appearance gave the impression of an honest and educated man.
Yu Hua smiled and said, "I've admired you for a long time, I've admired you for a long time."
Mo Yan followed behind and said, "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
Chapter completed!