Chapter 122: Sometimes you don’t treat me as a human being (please vote for me)
On August 8, the shortlist for the “First National Outstanding Novella Award” was released, with a total of 16 short stories selected.
According to the votes recommended by the crowd and the opinions of the judges, "Dark War" ranked first among the 16 chapters. It echoes the popularity of "Latent" and adds to the popularity.
The attention of "Spy War" in literature has reached a new level.
Dialect, the "father of espionage", not only created the subject of "espionage", but also turned espionage literature from unpopular to popular, raising it to a level comparable to war literature.
It is like a new golden mountain in military literature!
As the pioneering work of spy novels, "Dark War" surpasses other old authors such as Wang Meng and Chen Rong, and there is no dispute in the literary world.
"Literary News", "Literary News", and the literary supplements of mainstream comprehensive newspapers, in the reports and introduction of these 16 award-winning works, focused on dialects and "Dark War".
The awards ceremony will be held at the end of the month.
Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua and others who also won awards came to Yanjing one after another and stayed in the designated guest house.
"Purple Dragon, Gu Hua!"
Fang Yan received the news and rode over immediately.
“Yanzi!”
Seeing him pushing open the door and entering, Jiang Zilong and Gu Hua were surprised and happy.
The three of them chatted and reminisced about old times, chatting with each other about their current situation. Their faces were all glowing, and they were obviously having a good life.
"If there is a National Outstanding Novel Award in the future, and I am the judge, I will definitely vote for "Latent"."
Gu Hua poured water on Fang Yan with a smile.
"I agree with this!"
Jiang Zilong said: "When I first watched "Latent", I was so obsessed that I couldn't move my eyes away at all, even if I poured a glass of water or got on a Toilet, I won’t be able to pick up the plot after I come back. ”
“This fully demonstrates how ingeniously Yanzi has set up the story structure of “Latent”, especially Yu Zecheng’s clever use of ‘office politics’ to complete one lurking mission after another. ”
Gu Hua said: "This kind of thinking is unprecedented!"
"Don't just blame me, you are not bad either."
Fang Yan said with a smile: "If I were a judge, Zilong's "Guo" "Symphony of Bowls and Pans", vote for the ancient "Woodhouse Covered with Ivy", vote for One vote, but this is the first place..."
The topic changed, "It has to be "The Fission of Qin"!"
Jiang Zilong joked: "Yanzi, you are quite greedy. We both get one prize, and you want to take two.”
"Hahaha!"
The three of them looked at me, and I looked at you, and laughed.
Then Fang Yan asked about this creative task.
Jiang Zilong planned to write about the mechanical field. Before becoming a professional writer, he became the deputy director of the workshop of Jinmen Heavy Machinery Factory.
We are familiar with machinery.
"I'm going to write in the direction of the forest area." Gu Hua said.
"Is it the same as your article "The Wooden House Covered with Ivy", also about forestry workers?"
Fang Yan asked him to write a manuscript, and this was the article he got.
Gu Hua nodded, "Yes, I have done an in-depth investigation in the Wuling Mountain Forest Area for a long time, and I plan to create a work for this group of lumberjacks in the deep mountains and old forests, so that more readers can pay attention to them."< br>
Jiang Zilong said: "After talking about ours, Yanzi, it's time to talk about yours. Which field do you plan to write about?"
Dialect replied: "I haven't thought about it yet. I might choose between the railway and the post and telecommunications." You can often write amazing works!"
Gu Hua cast an approving look.
Jiang Zilong said: "What Lao Gu said makes sense!"
"It's a shame that the deadline is still early, so we can think about it slowly."
Fang Yan took a sip of water.
“Good works are made by grinding.” Gu Hua said with relief.
Fang Yan said: "By the way, your novel is going to be published in..."
"Yanzi still can't forget his old profession and is thinking about writing the manuscript again, but this time, you But it’s too late, our manuscripts have already been targeted by the respective provincial writers’ associations and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.”
Jiang Zilong shook his head and laughed.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. It's not easy for us to get together once."
Gu Hua glanced at Jiang Zilong and then at Yanzi: "Yanzi, shouldn't you do your best to be a landlord?"
Dialect said: "When I came Then we decided, let’s buy good food and wine, and then go to Tiesheng’s house, how about?”
“Tiesheng’s house?”
Gu Hua and Jiang Zilong exchanged words. Take a look and say, "This is a great idea!"
………………
No. 26, Yonghegong Street.
The entrance of the large courtyard is surrounded by a small courtyard, which contains two small north rooms and a self-built small kitchen.
Shi Tiesheng lived in a small bungalow on the left. At this time, Deng Lijun's singing voice came from the house, melodious and melodious.
“I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to sing.”
"There is no beautiful melody or beating notes, but there is mother's love and care."
"I will hide it in my heart forever and ever."
"Until I am old When it's time..."
"Tiesheng! Tiesheng!" Fang Yan and the other two people shouted as they walked.
The music stopped suddenly, and Shi Tiesheng stuck his head out of the window.
"Yanzi!"
"Zilong! Gu Hua!"
I greeted Jiang Zilong and Gu Hua with a mixture of surprises.
Jiang Zilong asked curiously: "Tiesheng, what song was it just now? Why have you never heard it before?"
"This song is called "Mother's Song."" Shi Tiesheng tidied up the things on the table, "The tape that Yanzi lent me."
Everyone put their lunch boxes and rice jars on top, and the food in them was The dishes are all packed from Yuebin Restaurant and are still steaming hot.
Fang Yan asked Shi Lan for bowls and chopsticks, and loaded them with fried peanuts, pickles, radish, cucumbers, and peas.
"Your favorite pea yellow, I brought it to you."
"Thank you, I just want a bite of this."
Shi Tiesheng reached for the wine bottle and was glared at by Shi Lan.
Jiang Zilong advised: "Tiesheng, don't drink."
"You have come all the way to see me, you still need a drink."
Shi Tiesheng waved his hand.
Seeing Shi Lan's worried look, Fang Yan smiled and poured some cold water into his cup, "Xiao Lan, I'd like to trouble you to pour wine for our brothers. As for how much your brother wants to pour, it's all up to you. .”
"Okay, let's have a glass!"
Shi Lan's eyebrows widened when he saw that it was white wine mixed with water.
"Yanzi, you...this..."
Shi Tiesheng couldn't laugh or cry.
"Don't do this, then, if you don't want to drink, I won't even give you a drop of wine, so you can watch us drink."
Fang Yan smiled and said: "I'm so greedy for you."
Shi Tiesheng felt that the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious, so he gave him a grateful look, raised his cup, and couldn't help but said excitedly:
" Cheers!”
“Cheers!”
There was a clang and everyone clinked their glasses.
Shi Tiesheng tasted the wine for the first time in a long time. Although it was as light as water and only a few drops were dropped, his shoulders trembled slightly.
Fang Yan did not regard himself as a disabled person, nor as a patient.
Even when he was playing football, he didn't treat him as a human being.
At this moment, a bright smile appeared on his mouth.
While eating and chatting, Jiang Zilong and others heard that Shi Tiesheng quit his temporary job due to limited energy and devoted his time to literature:
"So, Tiesheng plans to devote himself to writing?"
"Yes, I am writing an essay recently, titled "Autumn Missing", and I plan to finish it in the autumn."
There was a hint of nostalgia in Shi Tiesheng's tone.
"Then publish it in the autumn, what do you think?"
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows.
"Tiesheng, Yanzi is interested in your manuscript."
Gu Hua stabbed Shi Tiesheng with his arm.
"If Yanzi likes it, just take it!"
Shi Tiesheng drank a few drops of wine and became more relaxed.
"Hey, don't worry, I'm not polite."
Fang Yan raised his cup and motioned to touch one with him.
After chatting for a while, they talked about the National Outstanding Novella Award. When Shi Tiesheng heard "Lu Yao", his eyes suddenly lit up:
"The place where I jumped in line was in Yanchuan .”
“Yes, what a coincidence.”
Fang Yan and others were surprised.
"I went to the countryside and he returned to his hometown. We are both educated youths."
Shi Tiesheng was quite regretful.
At that time, he was feeding cattle in the village and had little chance to move around. However, some of his classmates met Lu Yao and said that his poems and novels were good, and that he was young, thoughtful and ambitious. The future is limitless, but it is a pity that we have never been able to see it.
"It just so happens that this time he is coming to Yanjing to receive the award."
Fang Yan asked if he would take this opportunity to get to know each other.
"If possible, that would be great!"
Shi Tiesheng was very excited.
Fang Yan said: "I will bring my camera with me when the time comes. It is such a rare opportunity for us to take a photo as a souvenir."
As soon as this was said, everyone agreed.
Watching his friends changing glasses, Shi Tiesheng felt warm in his heart in the joyous atmosphere. Even the word "death" could be forgotten in the face of friendship and happiness.
(End of this chapter)