1980 My literary era

December 15, 1982, sunny.

Today is the day when the awarding ceremony of the first Yanbing Literature Award will be held. The specifications of this awarding ceremony are one level higher than the last National Awarding Conference for Outstanding Short and Novels. The venue is set to be the People's Hall.

The awards are also sponsored by the Cultural Association, but the difference is that this time Mr. Yan Bing’s name is on it.

Compared with the last award ceremony, this Yan Bing Literature Award ceremony lacked many familiar faces.

The last awards conference was more like a big gathering within the literary circle. In addition to the award-winning writers, the attendees were basically people from literary associations and publications from various places.

This time, not only are the standards higher, but the composition of the personnel attending the award ceremony is also more complex. The most obvious change is that it includes many people from the literary and art circles besides the literary world.

More than 600 people from the literary and art circles attended and participated in the first award ceremony of the Yanbing Literature Award.

Last time it was called "Conference", this time it's called "Ceremony", the title is much more formal.

Without so many acquaintances, there are naturally not many opportunities to say hello.

Lin Weimin came with Mr. Wan today, but Mr. Wan was an invited guest and was invited away as soon as he entered the door.

Among the others, the one he is most familiar with is Gu Hua, who also won this award for "Furong Town".

The two took the stage one after another at the award ceremony and secretly exchanged a few words.

After finally waiting until the award ceremony was over, Gu Hua found Lin Weimin.

"Gu Hua!"

"For the people!"

The two shook hands, with smiles on their faces as they reunited after a long absence.

"I originally planned to go find you, but something delayed me." Gu Hua said.

"It's okay. Call Xiaowei and let's get together tonight."

"No problem. By the way, I saw the director just now. Why don't you go over and say hello?"

The director Gu Hua mentioned was naturally Xu Gang, the director who was studying at the Institute of Literary Studies at the time. "Really? I didn't pay attention, so I'll go say hello to him and we'll talk later."

Lin Weimin said hello to Gu Hua and went to find Xu Gang. He found Xu Gang among the crowd.

"Hello, teacher! Hello, Mr. Ba! Hello, director!"

Balao laughed when he saw Lin Weimin, "Jia Bao's proud disciple is here!"

Mr. Wan was also here at this time. Hearing Balao's teasing, he had a somewhat proud smile on his face, "Don't be envious!"

Xu Gang stood next to Balao and Mr. Wan at this time, and he also laughed and said: "Speaking of which, Mr. Wan has to thank our Literary Research Institute for finding you a disciple like Wei Min."

Mr. Wan said: “Not only do I want to thank you at the Literary Research Institute, but I also want to thank the Literary and Art Association and Yao Tang!”

The Literary Research Institute is an organization under the Literary Association. There is nothing wrong with what Mr. Wan said. Ba Lao and Xu Gang couldn't help laughing.

Xu Gang said: "Speaking of which, the student classes of the Institute of Literature and Literature have been resumed for several years, but in terms of results, Weimin and his students are still the best."

Balao nodded and said, "I remember that Gu Hua from "Furong Town" was also a student in the fifth period."

Xu Gang said: "Not bad."

After speaking, he looked around and saw Gu Hua standing not far away. He quickly waved to him, "Gu Hua, come here."

Gu Hua heard the call and ran over quickly. When he ran up and saw Ba Lao and Mr. Wan, he immediately understood Xu Gang's intention and was grateful.

"Hello Mr. Ba! Hello Mr. Wan!"

The two old men smiled and nodded.

Ba Lao smiled and said: "Xiao Gu is good! The Literary Research Institute has two winners of the Yanbing Literature Award in the first phase. Xu Gang's work achievements are outstanding!"

"After hearing your words, Mr. Balo, the work of our Institute of Literature has not been in vain."

The flower-filled award ceremony ended in a lively atmosphere. When walking out of the auditorium, Lin Weimin told Xu Gang and Gu Hua about Guo Yudao's situation, and both of them looked surprised.

"Yudao is only in his forties, right?" Xu Gang asked.

"Forty-five years old!" Lin Weimin replied.

"Ah, so young." Xu Gang's tone was full of regret.

Gu Hua said regretfully: "If I had known this news earlier, I should have come to Yanjing earlier."

"At that time, I wanted to inform teachers and classmates in or near Yanjing, but Lao Guo was unwilling because he was afraid of disturbing everyone."

Gu Hua shook his head and sighed, "This old Guo is always like this, always thinking about others."

He thought for a while and said, "When I return, I will go to Xining to see him."

"He'll be happy."

After coming out of the important place, Lin Weimin invited Xu Gang to go to the evening party with him.

Xu Gang had something else to do in the afternoon and said, "I won't participate in the gathering of you young people. You haven't seen each other for such a long time. Let's take this opportunity to get together."

Lin Weimin and Gu Hua went to Qu Xiaowei's work together to find him, but he left half a day early.

A few people found a restaurant and started drinking.

Gu Hua was drunk, "I still remember the summer before last when I went to "Contemporary" to revise the manuscript. At that time, I went to the editorial office when I had nothing to do. I was still wondering, what does this kid want to do? I won't know until I graduate soon. I bet he's just going to work."

Qu Xiaowei laughed and said: "Yes, there are so many people in our class, no one thought that Weimin would enter "Contemporary" quietly. In the past two years, not only has he been successful in writing, but he has also been an editor. Yes. "Life" written by Lu Yao was published under him, as well as "My Distant Qingping Bay" written by Shi Tiesheng."

Gu Hua raised his wine glass at this time, "Weimin is really born to eat words!"

"cheers!"

Several people took a sip of wine, and Qu Xiaowei sighed again: "It's a pity that you and Lao Guo were separated for a few days before he returned to Xining."

Gu Hua's face also became heavy, "It's okay, I'll take a detour to see him this time. I haven't seen him for a long time, I didn't expect..."

At this point, several people felt a little depressed, and in the end, all their words could only be turned into a sigh.

With the conclusion of the awarding ceremony of the first Yanbing Literature Award, news about the award also appeared in major newspapers across the country, and the names of several award-winning authors and their works once again resounded across the country.

In fact, the Yanbing Literature Award in the 1980s did not add much to the winners and works. It was more of an affirmation of the quality of the works and the status of the author.

The reason is also very simple. There were many literary lovers in China in the 1980s. Most of these award-winning works were published for four to five years, and some were only published for one or two years. They are no strangers to the majority of literary lovers, and to these authors. Not unfamiliar.

When everyone hears that these works have won awards, they are more likely to discuss whether the writers and works are worthy of their reputation, and whether there are any regrets.

On the contrary, in the late 1990s, pure literature gradually declined, and the Yanbing Literature Award’s bonus to writers and works increased a lot.

The reason is that the public is not as familiar with these names as before. Only with the recognition of public opinion and honors from the Yanbing Literature Award can we gain the attention of the public that is usually difficult to attract, thus creating the kind of "no one in the cold window for ten years" Ask, become famous all over the world in one fell swoop."

Lin Weimin declined all interview requests except for accepting collective interviews with two national newspapers organized by the Cultural Association before and after he won the award. This is his consistent style.

In the past two years, as he has made greater and greater achievements in creation, there have been more and more interview invitations, but he declined them all.

If he had just entered the Literary Research Institute, he would have jumped forward when he encountered this kind of interview, but for him now, this kind of interview is more like a burden.

Not only does it take up his time, but it may also affect his normal life.

Fortunately, information is not yet developed in this era. If his photos are widely known in the streets in the future, wouldn't it be a burden to go out in the future?

That afternoon, Qin Chaoyang found Lin Weimin and said he had a call from the office and said she was his cousin.

When he mentioned the word cousin, Comrade Lao Qin's eyes were a bit inquisitive. Lin Weimin had been coming to "Contemporary" for more than two years, but he had never heard of any cousin. Thinking back to the last time Lin Weimin called him to drive him away, Tan Chaoyang became even more suspicious about leaving the office.

"Hey, cousin!"

Lin Weimin answered the phone, but his eyes were on Tan Chaoyang who had followed him back.

After all, it's someone's office, so it's not like they have to be kicked out every time.

"For the people, our program has passed, I'm going to Yanjing!"

Tao Huimin's voice on the phone seemed to break through the barriers of space, shaking Lin Weimin's eardrums, allowing him to fully feel the joy in his little girlfriend's heart.

"That's great. Whenever you come to Yanjing, I will pick you up."

"We will leave for Yanjing the day after tomorrow. Don't come to pick me up. I'm going with the troupe. You can't pick me up even if you come. I'll call you when I get there."

"Well!"

Lin Weimin hung up the phone with a relaxed smile and faced Comrade Lao Qin's face full of gossip.

"Weimin, are you dating a girlfriend?" Comrade Lao Qin asked with a smile on his face.

"Ah, yes."

Lin Weimin had never deliberately talked about being in love, and he didn't hide it. He called Lao Tan before to guard against it, just because he didn't want him to hear the privacy.

"Not bad!"

The expression on Qin Chaoyang's face was a bit like a pig farmer who discovered that his pigs could finally grow cabbage.

Not long after, Liu Yin approached Lin Weimin with a gossipy face.

"Weimin, I heard that you are in love?"

Lin Weimin:?

You old man, I always thought you had thick eyebrows and big eyes. How dare all the bad things in the love society spread from you?

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Yao Shuzhi also came over, "Really or not? Can you still fall in love?"

I***

Yao Shuzhi felt the strong murderous intent in Lin Weimin's eyes and changed her words: "Then my sister's classmates are going to cry to death. Those little girls all regard you as their literary idol."

"No, I'm just a writer of novels." Lin Weimin had a clear idea and said modestly.

"What, what? Are you in love for the people?"

After receiving the confirmed news, all the comrades in the editorial department gathered around him as if they were watching something strange.

What do you mean?

Everyone surrounded Lin Weimin for a long time before they took out a few truths from his mouth.

When they heard that Lin Weimin had actually formed a relationship when he was helping Renyi go to Zhijiang on a business trip, they all ridiculed him for being self-serving.

Lin Weimin sneered in his heart: You haven't seen the real fake public welfare yet!

In this way, the news that Lin Weimin was in love quickly spread throughout the Chinese Literature Society, making countless unmarried and unloved young women of the right age in the Chinese Literature Society sigh with regret.

The biggest benefit of this news to Lin Weimin is that it makes the topic about his orientation that has been circulating on a small scale in the community disappear.

Lin Weimin is already in a relationship, so rumors like this are a bit too much.

A few days later, Lin Weimin was at work, and Qin Chaoyang said he had a call.

On the way to his office, the old comrade complained: "My phone number is now assigned to you."

Lin Weimin accompanied him with a smile, and stuffed a box of cigarettes that could only be bought at the Friendship Store into the pocket of the old comrade.

Comrade Lao Qin feels comfortable. It doesn't matter whether he smokes or not, all he wants is respect.

When I called back, it turned out to be Tao Huimin.

Their troupe just arrived in Yanjing last night and was arranged by CCTV to enter the Temple of Heaven Hotel.

Tao Huimin ran out during lunch. She didn't even eat lunch. She found a public phone on the street and called Lin Weimin.

"You go back for lunch first. After I get off work in the evening, I will go to the Temple of Heaven Hotel to find you."

After finishing the phone call, when he was about to get off work in the afternoon, Lin Weimin kept looking at his watch.

Yao Shuzhi noticed his abnormality carefully, "Do you have an appointment for the people?"

"Um."

"Look at your state, girlfriend?"

Lin Weimin glanced at her unexpectedly, are all women so attentive?

Yao Shuzhi knew she had guessed right when she looked at Lin Weimin's expression. She couldn't help but wonder, "Isn't your girlfriend in Zhijiang?"

Everyone had a brief understanding of Lin Weimin's relationship before, and everyone knew that his girlfriend was a Yue Opera actor in Zhijiang.

"Can't people from Zhijiang come to Yanjing?"

"Hey, are you coming to Yanjing? You're so charming!"

"Qu Xiaowei can lure Liu Haiyan to Yanjing, how can I be worse than him?"

Yao Shuzhi thought to herself: Qu Xiaowei can't match you in other places, but when it comes to falling in love...

Yao Shuzhi's eyes couldn't help but contain a bit of contempt, but she immediately thought that she was in love for the people after all, so she couldn't look at people in the same light.

Lin Weimin was keenly aware of the meaning in Yao Shuzhi's eyes. He really wanted to yell at her on the spot: Dog eyes look down on others!

He glanced at his watch. He wasn't looking at his watch just now to wait for get off work, but to calculate the time at Tao Huimin's side. It felt like it was almost time.

He stood up and said, "Sister Yao, please stop talking. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

When Lin Weimin said this, his posture was upright and he looked proud and proud.

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