Chapter 311
Early morning, October Literature and Art Publishing House.
The script of "A Day in the Life of a Heroic Mother" was written in dialect, so much so that even the revision of "Malevolence" was temporarily put aside.
It was quiet here, but Tian Zengxiang’s seat was full of people, everyone looking at the newspaper and screaming in surprise.
“Apprentice, what are they looking at? It’s so lively?”
"Master, the results of this year's Golden Rooster Awards have been announced."
Sui Lijun Daoxi said: "Your "The Mountain, That Man, That Dog" and "A Bite of China" have won many awards!"
"That's right!"< br>
Tian Zengxiang said excitedly, "Yanzi, you are so good at hiding things, you don't want to share such good news with us!"
"I don't have time to go to this Golden Rooster Award. .”
Fang Yan rolled his eyes.
“Didn’t go?”
Zhang Shouren was stunned. After Sui Lijun reminded him, he remembered that he was either busy writing novels or making suggestions for the Spring Festival Gala.
Although Gong Jie had already told him the results of the awards, Fang Yan still took the newspaper and took a closer look.
"A Bite of China" is undoubtedly the "Best Documentary", and "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" even won the best feature film, best actor, best supporting actor, and best supporting actor. He won many awards including Best Art, Best Editing, Best Cinematography, and of course Best Screenplay. He also won two Golden Rooster Awards.
But these are not as good as the good news that "Gong Jie was awarded the Golden Rooster Award for Best Actress"!
"Hey, Yanzi, should you express your gratitude?"
Tian Zengxiang winked and said, "Let's find a restaurant someday and have a good meal."
Fang Yan said, "That's no problem. How about setting it at the end of the month?"
"I think it will be on the 31st." Zhang Shouren said, "It can be a celebration of New Year's Day or a farewell party."
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"Farewell party? Who are you sending off to?"
Tian Zengxiang, Sui Lijun and others looked at each other.
I saw Zhang Shouren officially announcing in front of everyone that Dialect was about to be seconded. Starting from the end of the year, he would be transferred to the Humanities Society as the director and deputy editor of the Contemporary Literature Editorial Department to assist Wang Meng. Carry out reforms in the editorial department of "People's Literature".
"Does that mean Master will never come back?"
Sui Lijun's tone was full of reluctance.
Fang Yan smiled. Although the mentoring only lasted for about a year, it still brought out feelings. He patted her on the shoulder:
"With your current professional level, you have already graduated!"< br>
“Master.”
Sui Lijun said with sadness.
At this moment, everything is quiet.
In the editorial office, the sentimental atmosphere became increasingly intense.
“Hey, it’s not like Yanzi won’t come back.”
Tian Zengxiang clapped his hands, “Besides, going to the Humanities Club is also a good thing. We can make appointments for his manuscripts in the future.”
Fang Yan took out the manuscript paper from the drawer, "I have prepared the manuscript for the first issue of next year for our "October"."
"Let's take a look!"
As soon as Zhang Shouren got it, everyone rushed forward and circulated it.
Tian Zengxiang was surprised, "Iwako, don't you have a novel that will be published in Japan soon?"
"That novel is not suitable for publication in "October"."
Dialect plans to send "Midnight Ring" to the only surviving science fiction literary journal, "Science Fiction Literature and Art".
“This is a mystery novel.”
Everyone just watched the beginning and were amazed.
Fang Yan said: "This is called socialist reasoning, which focuses on realism and social contradictions. It can be regarded as serious literature among popular literature."
Zhang Shouren couldn't help but sigh: "Isn't that the same as "" "The Great Master Huang Feihong" has different approaches but similar effects."
Everyone present had a smile on their face and said good things, but in the end they didn't hold back.
Sui Lijun's eyes were reddish and her nose was sore, "Master."
Fang Yan's tone was firm, "Don't cry, take good care of our "October" for me from now on."
"Don't worry, we won't let the great situation we have worked so hard to build just go away. Ruined."
After Tian Zengxiang finished speaking, it was Zhang Shouren's and Yan Ming's turn to send blessings one by one and said similar words in unison.
The editorial department of "October" is Fang Yan's natal family.
These people are all dialect’s natal family.
Finally, there was Lu Yuanchi. When he came, he was holding a box in his hand, which contained a brand new Shanghai brand watch:
“This is a little bit of everyone’s thoughts.”
“ Thank you for taking care of me all these years!" Fang Yan looked around and choked up, "With you. Working side by side together to make "October" bigger and stronger and create every brilliance is my most unforgettable time and my greatest honor."
In "Huahua". Amid the applause of the crowd, everyone gathered together and made an appointment to have a heavy drink on the day before New Year's Day until they were drunk.
So, sure enough, on December 31st, night fell and everything became hazy.
Gong Tie stood at the door of the courtyard, staring blankly at the dim alley, where a street lamp gave off a faint yellow light.
Fang Hong walked out, "Xiaojie, let's go into the house first."
Gongjie worriedly asked: "Will something happen to Yanzi?"
"No, no, I didn't say anything on the phone just now. Yanzi was just drunk." Fang Hong comforted: "Yuemin has already gone to pick him up. Don't worry, nothing will happen."
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Gong Zhen secretly blamed himself: "If I had known earlier, I should have followed along."
"Don't say that." Fang Hong looked at her standing in the cold wind, feeling distressed and relieved at the same time. .
At this moment, two figures turned in from the entrance of the alley, walking slowly in the cold weather.
Gong Qie and Fang Hong ran out of the yard immediately and saw Fang Yan swaying, so drunk that he could hardly walk.
“Why did you drink so much wine?”
Gong Zhen hurriedly stepped forward to give him a hand.
Fang Hong said: "Quick, carry Yanzi into the house."
"Which house is it?" Han Yuemin carried Fang Yan on his shoulders and walked slowly into the yard.
“This room!”
Gong Qie led them directly to his room.
It was freezing cold outside, but it was warm inside. The day-like light illuminated the entire bedroom, and even illuminated the red quilt on the bed.
Fang Yan was already drunk and unconscious. As soon as he lay on the bed, he spread his arms and made a big "wood" character.
"Ouch, why are you so much heavier than before?"
There was a hint of disdain for being a sister in Fang Hong's tone.
Gong Xiang smiled sweetly and thanked him immediately, "Sister, it's getting late and it's quite cold. You two should go back and rest quickly. Leave Yanzi to me and I will take good care of him. .”
"That's fine."
Fang Hong and Han Yuemin looked at each other and smiled, "I'll leave it to you, Yanzi." Then he patted the back of her hand and repeatedly told her to remember to go to Nanluogu Lane on New Year's Day tomorrow. 's house.
Gong Cong agreed wholeheartedly and sent them out. When he came back, he was holding a basin filled with ice water.
"Hulu, snore, snore."
Fang Yan tilted his head and snored softly.
Gong Zhen took the thermos bottle, poured hot water into the cold water, wrung out the towel, and then gently wiped it on his face.
Fang Yan raised his arms in a daze and hugged her waist.
“Mischief again!”
“You are not honest even when you are drunk!”
Seeing his stupidity after drinking, Gong Nie couldn’t help but poke his cheek or put his finger on his cheek. His nose was pressed upward to resemble a pig's snout.
"Hmph, hum."
Fang Yan felt his nose itchy and started to hum.
"Pfft."
Hearing a sound like a pig's squealing, Gong Zhen laughed out loud, "If you do something weird again, I'll just draw a pig's head on your face." After "playing with" him, he took good care of him carefully.
Fang Yan was stripped down to only his autumn clothes and long trousers, and his whole body was covered with a thick quilt, and he seemed to be able to smell a faint fragrance in his nose.
"Huh."
After Gong Qie finished everything, he let out a breath, rubbed his hands that were red from the cold, and turned on the recorder.
Just listen to Teresa Teng's "Walking on the Road of Life" slowly playing inside: "While by your side, the road is far from tired."
"Walking with you section after section,< br>
After crossing the peak, I saw another peak...
I wish to cover up the painful side with laughter,
Sad or happy,
Find new discoveries every day,
Let the strong wind blow,
Feel free to give us both a test.
Small raindrops, feel free to sprinkle them, I have already made up my mind to move forward. ”
The melodious and soft singing also reached Fang Yan’s ears, and his eyelids moved involuntarily.
At the same time, the fragrance in his nose became stronger and stronger. I feel as if I am in a brocade Among the flowers.
Gong Chou and he were squeezed into the same bed, staring at him with burning eyes,
and they kissed like this. Kiss to 1984
(End of this chapter)