Back to 80: My Literary Life

According to the rules of this year's awards, the 22 novels participating in the final review will be selected by 23 committee members through secret ballot to select the final winning works, and each person can vote for up to five books.

According to the number of votes in favor, up to five books will be awarded, and the number of votes in favor of the works must exceed half.

Fang Minghua quickly filled out the ballot form as required, put it in the ballot box, and then left the meeting room. Everyone walked outside the hotel, waiting for the final vote count.

It was very cold today, and there was a little snow on the West Lake unexpectedly, and the sky and the earth were a little bleak.

"Minghua, do you think "To Live" can win the award?" Lei Da asked, standing next to Fang Minghua.

"It's really hard to say." Fang Minghua shook his head: "Just do your best and leave it to fate."

"I think there is a great possibility of winning. Your words yesterday still touched the judges."

Radar lit a cigarette and looked at the withered lotus on the lake:

"Ten, twenty or even thirty years later, how will people view the works selected by us? Hey, Minghua, I will definitely meet Marx in 30 years. You can tell me at my grave then. Forget it, don't tell me. It's best not to know, haha."

Radar finally made a joke.

Ten minutes later, the committee members were invited into the meeting room again. As the deputy director of the jury, he presided over the vote counting, selected the vote counters and vote monitors, and invited the staff of the local two committees' notary office to supervise on the spot.

Soon, the number of votes for "White Deer Plain" topped the list.

This result was not unexpected.

The literary value and social value of this work are obvious to all. Some factors outside the work have been properly resolved, and those judges who were originally hesitant also voted in favor.

"To Live" actually ranked second!

This surprised Fang Minghua.

Was it true that, as Lei Da said just now, his words touched the judges present?

Soon, the counting of votes was over, and Chen Benchang announced the results.

"White Deer Plain" topped the list with 22 votes in favor and 1 vote against!

"To Live" ranked second with 18 votes in favor and 5 votes against.

Ranked fifth was "The Turmoil of Autumn" with 12 votes in favor and 11 votes against, more than half of the votes in favor!

After the voting was over, warm applause broke out in the conference room.

Although the list of winners of this year was not announced on the spot, it still needed to be reported to the relevant leaders of the Writers Association for review. According to the award rules, the number of winning works is four to five.

But whether it is four or five, it will ultimately require a comprehensive assessment by the relevant leaders of the Writers Association and the Office of the Jury.

But when Fang Minghua saw that "The Turmoil of Autumn" was ranked fifth, he knew that there would be five works winning the Mao Award this time.

Political correctness.

After the meeting, the Zhejiang Federation of Literary and Art Circles also invited the judges to visit the West Lake, Songcheng, Lingyin Temple, the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal and other scenic spots. After two days of fun, they returned to their units.

Fang Minghua took a soft sleeper train from Hangzhou to Xijing. Before arriving in Xijing, he received a call from Yu Hua from Yanjing, and his voice was a little excited.

"Minghua, the Mao Dun Prize has been announced, and my "To Live" won the prize!"

"Congratulations, congratulations." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Minghua, thank you."

"Thank me for what? You deserve it, just wait for the treat."

"When will you come to Yanjing? I will treat you well!"

"Okay, I will call you when I come to Yanjing. I don't drink Erguotou, I want Maotai." Fang Minghua joked.

"No problem, just Maotai! Full!"

The two joked for a while before hanging up the phone.

Looking at the vast fields outside, Fang Minghua smiled.

The Mao Dun Literature Prize has been announced, and at least two books have deserved the award this year.

Also, Chen Zhongshi is relieved, right?

Sure enough, Fang Minghua had just returned to Xijing, and he received a call from Chen Zhongshi right after he entered the house.

"Minghua, are you back?"

"Just got home, Teacher Chen."

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's get together at Xijing Restaurant tonight."    "Why? Celebrate?"

"Haha, I guess so. You must come."

"Don't worry, of course I will attend such a happy event. I will pour you two more glasses to congratulate you!"

In the evening, in a private room on the second floor of Xijing Restaurant, Chen Zhongshi hosted a table of people.

Mainly the leaders of the Writers Association, Fang Minghua and several other vice chairmen, and several directors, everyone naturally congratulated Chen Zhongshi one by one.

At this time, Chen Zhongshi was also in high spirits, and his originally wrinkled face was much more relaxed.

At this time, Fang Minghua's mobile phone on his waist vibrated, he took it out and took a look, it turned out to be a text message.

He glanced at it and smiled slightly, but he didn't say anything and put his phone back into the phone case on his waist.

"What's wrong? Is there something good?" Jia Pingwa, who was sitting next to Fang Minghua, asked casually when he saw Fang Minghua like this.

"No, nothing."

Fang Minghua picked up the chopsticks and put a bite of food in his bowl and said.

"Have you finished toasting?"

"Haha, I just poured but didn't drink, it was very fast." Jia Pingwa laughed.

Everyone knew that Jia Pingwa had liver problems, so he didn't drink a drop of alcohol now. When encountering such occasions, he would symbolically walk around with the wine pot. Everyone was free to drink as much as they could, so they walked around very quickly.

Now it was Bai Miao's turn to toast, and the speed was much slower, especially when it came to Chen Zhongshi. How could you not drink three more cups?

The two were making a fuss about drinking.

"Zhongshi, you need to drink more."

"One cup is OK?"

"No, at least three cups!

"Then you have to drink with me."

"You drink three cups first, and then I will drink as many cups as you say!"

"Bai Miao, you are going to get me drunk."

"If I can win the Mao Dun Prize, I would like to be drunk!"

As a last resort, Chen Zhongshi just put the wine glass on the table and prepared to drink, and the pager on his waist suddenly vibrated. He took the opportunity to put the wine glass on the table and check the pager. Drinking can be delayed as long as possible.

"Zhongshi, don't cheat, we are all watching." Jia Pingwa immediately played the role of supervision.

"Who said I cheated? I just checked the pager." Chen Zhongshi said, picked up the pager and took a closer look, with a smile on his face.

"Hehe. Happy event, big happy event." Chen Zhongshi smiled and looked at Fang Minghua: "Minghua, should I say it or you?"

"What happy event? ! Teacher Chen, drink! Don't divert your attention!" Fang Minghua said hurriedly.

"Yes, drink, drink," Bai Miao also urged.

"I will definitely drink this wine," Chen Zhongshi said slowly, "But, Minghua, do you want to drink a few more glasses today?"

"Teacher Chen, today is your treat, I can't take over your home court, I'll drink next time, okay?" Fang Minghua's tone was pleading.

"Hey, that's not right, what are you doing?" Jia Pingwa seemed to have discovered something fishy between the two.

"Zhongshi, let me see what the pager says? Is it convenient?" Jia Pingwa said.

"Convenient, convenient, what's inconvenient?" Chen Zhongshi smiled and took the pager from his waist and handed it to Jia Pingwa, and said to Fang Minghua: "It's not my fault, it's Pingwa who wants to see it. "

Jia Pingwa took the pager, looked at it carefully, and immediately turned to look at Fang Minghua.

"Minghua, you won the Lu Xun Literature Award!"