Chapter 117 116 First Meeting with Shi Tiesheng
At three o'clock sharp, the award ceremony officially began.
Although it is a famous literary awards ceremony and is held in a high-profile place like the Great Hall of the People, the ceremony decoration seems a bit shabby.
There is a row of seats on the rostrum, and a banner is hung on it, which reads: "The Third Excellent Novella and 82 Annual Excellent Short Story Award Ceremony of the Chinese Writers Association" in large characters.
Amidst warm applause, the award ceremony officially began. Mr. Palladium delivered a passionate speech on behalf of the Writers Association, congratulating the authors who won the literary award and encouraging them to write better works. Works that the people love to hear and see.
After awarding certificates of honor to each author, Lu Yao delivered an acceptance speech on behalf of all award-winning writers.
His "Life" is really famous.
Today, Lu Yao changed into a clean gray tunic suit, even his leather shoes were cleaned. Standing on the podium, he held the manuscript and read in Mandarin with a Qinbei accent.
“When I receive a social honor, I always feel very ashamed. At such times, what emerges in front of my eyes are the simple mountains and rivers of the Loess Plateau in the western part of the motherland, the cultivated and uncultivated areas. The land, the bent fathers and brothers on the land... It is the barren but nutritious land and the honest and wise people who have raised me. Without them, there would be no me, let alone my works."
There was a warm round of applause from both the stage and the audience.
I have to say that Lu Yao's speech is very well written. Just like his novels, the words are full of hot emotions.
After the award ceremony, a group photo was taken, and then reporters from major newspapers and magazines lurking in the audience swarmed in, looking for the people they wanted to interview.
Usually these writers are located in the southeast, northwest and northwest of the country, but now they appear together in the Great Hall of the People. It is really rare to see them.
Writers like Wang Meng, Lu Yao, and Jiang Zilong who became famous earlier or whose award-winning works are popular are naturally the targets of reporters.
Fang Minghua is considered young among all the award-winning authors, and has won awards for both short and medium stories, and has become the target of reporters' pursuit.
"Hello, Comrade Fang Minghua, I am a reporter from "Guangming Daily". Your short stories and short stories have all won awards. What do you think about this?"
"I feel very excited and scared. Thank you very much. Readers’ support, because I am young, so I still have to learn from my predecessors.”
“After your award-winning novella “The Sun Also Rises” was published, there was a lot of controversy. What do you do about it? Comment?”
“Isn’t this a reflection of the party’s idea of “letting a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend”? Fang Minghua said with a smile.
This young man reacted quite quickly.
The reporter praised in his heart and asked a concluding question: "Then what else do you want to say to the readers?"
"I will use your encouragement as motivation and strive to write better At the same time, I also hope that all literature lovers, whether you are professional or amateur, will pick up your pen, write boldly, and submit articles boldly. Welcome to submit to "Yanhe" magazine "Inclusive and oriented!" "Popular" is the purpose of our magazine!"
Oh my god
This advertisement actually reached the Great Hall of the People!
The reporter was stunned.
In the evening, the Writers Association held a banquet at the famous Qianmen Jianguo Hotel near Tiananmen Square to entertain these authors from all over the country.
Although the wine was ordinary Erguotou, everyone drank it happily.
This time, Fang Minghua took the initiative and had drinks with the writers frequently. Those he knew and those he didn’t knew. After a glass of wine, everyone became friends.
The purpose is just one: to submit articles to "Yanhe" magazine.
According to the regulations of the Writers Association, the winning author can stay in Yanjing for two more days, visit relatives and friends, and play around. The accommodation and food for these two days will still be paid for by the Writers Association. Of course, you have to pay for the tickets yourself. .
Lu Yao said he was going to his father-in-law's house, and Linda brought some things to her parents. Li Cunbao went to find his comrades in Yanjing. Both Yu Shan and Wang Anyi came to Yanjing for the first time. Fang Minghua volunteered to take them to visit the Forbidden City, the Summer Palace, Beihai Park, etc. Of course, they could not forget to row.
Sing the popular song "Let's Swing the Oars".
I had a lot of fun, but Fang Minghua still had something on his mind. He wanted to visit someone.
When he returned to the guest house in the evening, Lu Yao also came back, and he asked tentatively: "Brother Lu, do you know a writer named Shi Tiiesheng in Yanjing who worked in Qinbei?" No. Thinking of it, Lu Yao smiled and said: "We know each other, why don't we know each other? I was in Yanchuan at the time, and he was there to jump in. Once I went to the county for a meeting, and we met once. Later, I heard that I had a leg disease and returned to Yanjing. Unexpectedly, In the end, he was paralyzed. I came to Yanjing last year to find him, but I was in a hurry and didn’t know where he lived. He is a young man who likes sports and loves to talk and laugh. "
At the end, Lu Yao sighed.
“I want to visit him tomorrow, shall we?” Fang Minghua said.
“Okay, but I don’t know where he lives? Do you know?”
“I don’t know either, but I can find out.”
“Who to ask? ?”
"Chairman Wang Mengwang, he is the vice chairman of the Yanjing Writers' Association. Shi Tiesheng heard that he has just joined the Yanjing Writers' Association, so he should know where he lives."
"Okay, we will go tomorrow!"
The next morning, Fang Minghua and Lu Yao first visited Wang Meng and asked about Shi Tiiesheng.
"You said Tiesheng, you should go and visit. But I'm probably not at home at this time, in Ditan Park." Wang Meng said.
Yanjing, Ditan Park.
Spring has arrived, the trees are showing new buds, and not far away are the sounds of children playing. Shi Tiiesheng is sitting alone in a wheelchair, watching everything blankly.
I have been sitting in a wheelchair for ten years, and I no longer have the pain, despair, and even anger I felt at the beginning. I gradually calmed down, began to calm down and savor the world, and then turned it into words on paper.
Feeling, thinking.
The world is still beautiful.
Just like the garden in front of me, it accompanies me like an old friend.
It's spring now.
If the scenery in the garden corresponds to the four seasons, spring is a path that is sometimes pale and sometimes black, and the sky is sometimes bright and sometimes gloomy with strings of poplar flowers swaying;
Summer is a path. A dazzling and scorching stone bench, or a cool and moss-covered stone step, with a peel under the step and half a wrinkled newspaper on the step;
Autumn is a big bronze bell, A large bronze bell was once abandoned in the northwest corner of the garden. The bronze bell is as old as the garden, covered with green rust, and the characters are no longer legible;
In winter, it is a few feathers in the clearing in the forest. Fluffy old sparrow.
How about using your mood to correspond to the four seasons? Spring is the season of illness, otherwise it would be difficult for people to discover the cruelty and longing of spring?
Shi Tiesheng was thinking quietly as before.
At this moment, he saw two men coming over and smiling at him.
He saw clearly and smiled back.
He knows the older one.
I don't know the younger one, but I feel familiar.
It's like friends who have never met before, but feel like they know each other and reminisce about old times.
"Hello, Tie Sheng, long time no see."
"Hello, Lu Yao, this should be Fang Minghua, right?"
"Hello, I am Fang Minghua.”
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