Chapter 26 Award Ceremony (please read it!)
Fang Yan returned to the courtyard after get off work and saw Yang Xia pushing a brand new Phoenix bicycle parked in front of her home.
“Mom, this bike belongs to my sister, right?”
Fang Yan parked the bike aside and locked it.
“Bullshit.”
Yang Xia touched the car seat with a smile.
“It’s considered a purchase. I thought my sister would refuse.”
Fang Yan felt relieved.
"Your sister is unwilling, and you don't want to think about it. Your sister is so busy, how can she have time to buy a bicycle?"
"Please take a leave."
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"What kind of leave are you asking for!"
Yang Xia scolded: "You think your sister is like you and can get off work early? Your sister has made an exception by asking for leave twice for you. You know, except for illness, Never ask for leave, get up early and come home late every day, and work hard, otherwise you can be rated as a model worker and advanced, and get this only Phoenix bicycle ticket."
"Hehe"
<. br>Dialect said yes again and again, not daring to refute.
"Wash your hands and wait until your sister and Yanzi come back before serving dinner." Yang Xia walked towards the small kitchen.
Fang Yan walked back to his room, took out the script of "Wrangler" from the drawer, and began to think wildly in his mind.
Should we shoot for Shanghai Film Studio or Beijing Film Studio?
Slowly, I started thinking about the next novel from the script.
Sometimes it is not necessarily a good thing to have all the cards in your hand. You don’t know what will come out. For example, "Farewell My Concubine" involves sensitive homosexual topics. Publishing it at this time is tantamount to huge waves.
And this movie is adapted from Li Bihua's novel.
It would be embarrassing if the publication time were to coincide with each other.
These days, the most suitable subject is actually military resistance.
The first thing that came to mind was "Bright Sword".
Of course it is a TV series, not a novel. The original work is a typical scar literature, made up randomly and at a third-rate level.
If it weren’t for the superb performance of the screenwriters and actors, the TV series would not have been so successful. Even so, even now, it is a proper "anti-Japanese drama". If it is published, it will definitely be criticized.
After thinking about it, I took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and walked to the yard to get some air. I heard someone's voice in the corner.
Leaning against the wall, he quietly stuck his head out.
He saw Yang Xia and Fang Hong with their backs to him, whispering.
"Mom, didn't you tell me to think about it again."
"Don't think about it. You have been riding Yanzi's second-hand car for so long. It's time for you to put it down and take some time. Go to the police station and get the card. ”
"But..."
"There is no but. I know you have always wanted to make it up to Yanzi. Mom is the same, so that time Aunt Lu came to marry me, and I also have the bicycle ticket this time. Favor Yanzi."
Yang Xia sighed, "Don't blame mom for being biased. My heart, the palms and backs of my hands are full of flesh. Either you are wronged or he is wronged. I can’t help but think about the hardships your brother has endured. But he doesn’t want anything. The more sensible he is, the more I feel I owe him. "< br>
“Mom, me too.”
Fang Hong shook her head.
"Mom knows that you are actually suffering. At first you didn't want to take your father's class. You wanted to go to college."
Yang Xia said helplessly: "But at that time, your father was the only one earning a salary in the family. When he dies, someone must step up to support this family, and you are the only one The eldest sister is of the right age.”
“Mom, these are old calendars, so don’t read them. In that situation, even if I want to go to college, I can’t. Let Yanzi bear it all for me."
Fang Hong shook his head.
"Yanzi suffered, and you suffered a lot too."
Yang Xia said: "If you are asked to ride the Phoenix, just ride it. It is your duty to ride it. You got the ticket and you earned the money. Don't think so much. Just ride it to work in a down-to-earth manner from now on."
Indistinctly, there were bursts of sobbing.
Fang Yan held a cigarette in his mouth and left quietly.
A similar scene was only seen in my previous life when my sister got divorced and returned to her parents' home. Now seeing this scene, it feels like a lifetime ago.
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On March 16, the shortlist for the "1979 National Outstanding Short Story Award" was released, with a total of 25 short stories selected.
According to the votes recommended by the public and the opinions of the judges, "Wrangler" ranked second among the 25 articles, second only to Jiang Zilong's "The Taking of Factory Director Qiao". This ranking is reasonable.
After all, "The Wrangler" set off a wave of reflective literature, but "Director Qiao's Taking Up the Job" is also a representative work of reform literature.
Although it is a pity not to be at the top of the list, this is the first time that Yanjing Literature and Art has won an award since it resumed publication.
And the judges for this year’s awards include 24 national literary figures including Shen Yanbing, Li Yaotang, and Ding Ling.
This gold content is purer than 24k gold!
More importantly, Zhang Jie was also promoted by the Yanjing Literature and Art Editorial Department because the love theme depicted in "Love Cannot Forget" is still "explicit" by the standards of this era. Unfortunately, it was not selected, so "Wrangler" became the only one.
Only seedlings naturally have preferential treatment.
On the day of the awards ceremony on March 26, Wang Meng personally accompanied Fang Yan to the scene to show off his "baby"!
The yard is full of bicycles, people are coming and going, signs are hung on their chests, and there are many reporters with cameras, walking into the gate.
As soon as we entered the venue, there was a stage right in front, and a banner was hung on the wall behind the seats of the leaders and guests, which read: "National Outstanding Short Story Award Conference."
Below are rows of tables and chairs, each with a name tag.
Wang Meng was not in a hurry to take his seat and wandered around in dialect.
"Yanzi, come on, let me introduce you. These are Jiang Zilong and Feng Jicai from Jinmen."
"Hello, hello, my name is Fang Yan."
Fang Yan shook hands with everyone one by one. His palms were broad and rough, especially Jiang Zilong's. When he signed up, he shook hands instantly.
"Uh..."
"Just call me Yanzi."
"I have admired you for a long time! I read your "Wrangler" at the Literary Society, I have always hoped to meet you one day, and today I finally did. I didn’t expect you to be so young.”
Jiang Zilong and Feng Jicai are both happy and sad.
I am happy to see the sudden rise of dialects last year. What is sad is my age. One is 38 years old and the other is 37 years old. It is reasonable to say that they are the leaders of the new generation in the literary world, but they are so young!
Where can I go to argue with you!
Before the conference, the scene was naturally filled with social interactions.
Wang Meng wanted to promote it, and he went to visit people everywhere in dialect, wandering all the way from Yanjing, carrying a lot of labels on his body:
"Wrangler", "Loess Plateau", the first person in reflective literature, assistant editor of "Yanjing Literature and Art", handsome...
After a round, I won countless exclamations.
When we transferred to northern Shaanxi, there was no acquaintance from the previous delegation. Suddenly a man with thick black eyebrows came over:
“Hello, my name is Chen Zhongshi, Mr. Hu, Lu Yao and Pingwa kept mentioning you to me when they came back from the Literary Congress. "
Chen Zhongshi? "White Deer Plain"!
Fang Yan shook hands with him and exchanged greetings.
Chen Zhongshi said: "When I came here, Lu Yao and other editors of "Yanhe" asked me to meet you."
"It's about "Thrilling Scene" "Really?"
Fang Yan understood.
"Well, not only Lu Yao, but also the entire "Yanhe" editorial department attaches great importance to it. I want to know if the novel can be published?"
Chen Zhongshi cast an inquiring look.
Fang Yan shook his head and said: "Although it cannot be published in "Yanjing Literature and Art", our editor-in-chief has found a way for "Thrilling Scene" and recommended it to Editor-in-Chief Qin of "Contemporary".
"Is it the editor-in-chief Qin Zhaoyang?!"
Chen Zhongshi was surprised.
“Yes, that’s him.”
Fang Yan said: "Please tell Lu Yao for me..."
"No need to say sorry, if Lu Yao knew that his novel could be recommended by you to Editor Qin, he would definitely thank you."< br>
Chen Zhongshi was immediately in awe.
At this moment, the venue became noisy.
“Mr. Zhou is here!”
"Bagong is here!"
"Mr. Ding Ling is here!"
"..."
Amidst the discussion, the guests and leaders walked onto the stage.
For a moment, everyone returned to their places and the scene was quiet.
The camera was set up, snapping photos, and there was a sense of pressure. At 14 o'clock, the conference began.
Before awarding the award, Li Yaotang spread out the manuscript and said:
“Comrades:
On behalf of this selection committee, I would like to express my warm congratulations to this meeting. I wish the conference a complete success..."
"This is the 2nd National Outstanding Short Story Award Conference, and I have never forgotten the grand occasion of the first one last year."
"Many talented, knowledgeable, and energetic young people came to the venue with ideals and hopes. Over the past year, there have been more such young people, and the team of young writers has grown larger."
"I believe that only a small part of them attended the awards ceremony this time, but some people may be confused as to why so many young people are interested in literary creation?"
Some people think that this may be just a temporary thing. The excitement is just a flash in the pan, and I am worried that there will be no successors. I think this worry is unnecessary. I always believe in the old saying: life cultivates writers! ”
“…………”
Except for the sound of speeches, the whole place was quiet.
Dialect swept across the rostrum. In addition to Li Yaotang, Zhou Yang, Ding Ling, and Feng Mu, others are also big figures in today's literary world.
Even Wang Meng is only worthy of sitting on the edge of the rostrum.
Both chapters are posted together.
(End of this chapter)