Chapter 272 Two award ceremonies held at the same time
Fang Minghua took the train to Yanjing at noon. He originally said that he could take the bus to the station, but Song Tangtang insisted on using the company's Lada. , take him to the train station.
"Minghua, don't you want to buy a courtyard house in Yanjing? My grandpa said not long ago that he heard that someone was selling it, near Houhai. You can take a look when you go to Yanjing this time." Song Tangtang said.
"Okay, I'll go take a look and buy if it suits you."
"Also, don't drink with grandpa when you come to Yanjing this time! He is getting older, and you, too Drink less!”
"Okay, okay, I know." Fang Minghua agreed. "Go back quickly."
Fang Minghua said goodbye to Song Tangtang and entered the waiting hall with his luggage bag. Just as he was about to go up to the second floor and go east to the waiting hall, he was suddenly stopped by a young man.
"Hello, are you the writer Minghua?"
Fang Minghua turned around and looked at the strange young man. He was carrying an old travel bag and seemed to be preparing to catch the train.
Probably a fan.
These days, Fang Minghua is often recognized by fans outside, but fortunately, chasing stars is not as fanatical as in later generations. At most, he can just sign a small book or something.
"Hello, I am Fang Minghua." Fang Minghua answered with a smile.
"Are you going to Rongcheng to attend the Galaxy Awards ceremony? Great! I am also going to attend the Galaxy Awards ceremony."
The young man excitedly told Fang Minghua that his name was Sun Jianguo , works in a factory in Xijing and is a science fiction enthusiast. Hearing that Science and Literature magazine was going to hold the first Galaxy Award, he asked for leave from his boss and took three days off to rush to Chengdu to meet some like-minded friends.
After hearing what the young man said, Fang Minghua said: "I'm sorry, I'm not going to Rongcheng, but to Yanjing to attend the Mao Dun Literature Award Ceremony."
"Oh." The young man had a look of disappointment on his face.
That’s when I remembered that I heard that she won this year’s Mao Dun Literature Award.
The Mao Dun Award is of course more important than the Galaxy Award.
Fang Minghua waved goodbye to the young man, and soon he lined up to enter the station and got on the train, which was naturally a sleeper berth.
Sitting on the lower bunk, looking at the village flying past outside the window, Fang Minghua couldn't help but think of the disappointed expression of the young man he met at the station just now, and Fang Minghua sighed slightly.
The train arrived at Yanjing Station the next morning, and Fang Minghua moved directly into the home of Song Tangtang's grandfather and grandmother in the General Political Courtyard.
The prospective grandson-in-law won the Mao Dun Literature Prize. Grandma had already prepared lunch and took out the copper hot pot to have a meal of mutton-boiled meat at home.
Originally, my grandpa wanted to take out two glasses of Moutai, but Fang Minghua declined: "Grandpa, I am going to the Great Hall of the People to attend the award ceremony in the afternoon. It is not good to smell like alcohol. Wait until I come back in the evening to accompany you. You have two drinks!”
“Okay, I’ll wait for you tonight.”
The two of them had long forgotten Song Tangtang’s advice.
On December 9, 1985, the second "Mao Dun Literature Award" was held in the Great Hall of the People in the capital. Leaders of relevant departments in the capital and hundreds of people from the literary circle gathered together to celebrate this grand event in the literary world.
Zhang Jie, the author of "Heavy Wings", Li Xuan, the author of "The Bell and Drum Tower", the author of "The Yellow River Flows East", and Fang Minghua, the author of "Crossing Guandong", stood on the podium one after another, receiving awards from the Ministry of Culture Leaders, leaders of the Literary and Art Circles, leaders of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, leaders of the Writers' Association and other leaders of the literary and art circles received the bright red certificates with gilded letters in their hands, and lined them up. The flashlights flashed non-stop, and thunderous applause erupted from the audience. .
At the same time, thousands of miles away in Chengdu, a literary awards ceremony was also taking place, but it was much shabbier.
In the simple conference room of "Science and Literature" magazine, dozens of science fiction authors and science fiction enthusiasts from all over the country were sitting, and a small podium was temporarily set up. There was a banner hanging: "The First China Science Fiction Galaxy Awards Ceremony" There were no flowers, no concierge, and award-giving guests were seated behind a row of tables temporarily placed on the stage.
In addition to Yang Xiao, the president of "Science Literature and Art" magazine, there were two older men, Zhou Mengpu, then chairman of the Sichuan Science Popularization Creation Association, and Tong Enzheng, vice chairman, who were the only official representatives attending the ceremony.
Another thin, middle-aged man with glasses, if Fang Minghua comes here, he will know him - Osamu Iwakami, president of the Japanese Chinese Science Fiction Research Association.
Iwagami Osamu came here on his own initiative when he heard in Japan that China was going to host the first Galaxy Awards, and Yang Xiao also warmly welcomed it.
As the award presenters called out the names of the award-winning authors, amidst warm applause, the authors looked excited.
The first person to take the stage was a man wearing black glasses who looked a little shy and looked like a college student.
"Comrade Liu Cixin, the author of "The Wandering Earth" who won first prize in the Galaxy Cup!"
He is the author of "The Wandering Earth"!
The audience was shocked.
This science fiction novel came out of nowhere and directly ignited the entire science fiction world. It is so creative and majestic that it is hard to imagine that it was written by a college student who had just graduated.
Liu Cixin stood on the podium with an excited expression: "Here I would like to thank the editors of Science Literature and Art magazine. They gave me patient guidance and repeated communication. At the same time, I also want to Thank you to Fang Minghua, editor-in-chief of Yanhe magazine. His science fiction novels opened up my thinking and horizons, and also ignited the fire of science fiction in my heart."
At this time, Fang Minghua had already received the certificate and was being interviewed by a female reporter from Guangming Daily.
"Comrade Fang Minghua, how do you feel when you win the Mao Dun Award?"
"I am very excited. Here I would like to thank my leaders, colleagues, friends and family who encourage and support me. I We must turn their encouragement and support into motivation to write better works in the future.”
Fang Minghua talked to reporters.
"I heard that the article "Country Teacher" written by you won the American Science Fiction Nebula Award? This is also bringing glory to the country." The female reporter changed the topic and asked again.
"Yes. At the same time, I feel honored to be awarded the first prize in the first domestic science fiction Galaxy Award."
"Is there a domestic science fiction award for works? Why haven't I heard of it?" The female reporter was surprised.
"It was organized by the "Science and Literature" magazine in Chengdu. It is a pity that the award ceremony will be held in Chengdu today. Due to time conflicts, I cannot attend." Fang Minghua explained.
"Of course, how can the Galaxy Award be compared with the Mao Dun Award?" the female reporter finally said.
The corners of Fang Minghua's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything.
After accepting the reporter's interview, Fang Minghua returned to the General Political Courtyard, sat on the bus, looked at the busy traffic outside, and thought about his own business.
The award ceremony is over, there are still some things to do in Yanjing.
Visiting Wang Meng, Shi Tiiesheng, and Zhu Lin, friends from the literary and art circles also have a dinner date.
We must take the time to check out the courtyard house for sale in Houhai that Tangtang asked.
However, Fang Minghua was thinking about what the reporter just said and the disappointed expression of the young man named Sun Jianguo at Xijing Station yesterday.
He suddenly decided to go to Rongcheng, right away.
(End of this chapter)