Hello, 1983

When Jade Bird held a press conference, Liu Qingshan was in his hometown, following the villagers picking mountains, climbing trees and picking yew fruit together.

This year's fruit is extraordinarily lush, and the gratifying little red beans are the best gift from nature.

"Be serious, this bean is worth several cents!" Zhang Ganzi shouted from the tree, his hands kept busy.

Every now and then, I throw one in my mouth.

"Uncle Pole, eat less, this is poisonous." Liu Qingshan on another branch reminded him.

The fruit of yew also has a small poison, so it has the effect of fighting poison with poison.

Zhang Dashuai on the other tree branch took over the words: "You are looking at the pole, looking at this little red bean, what is it that you think of as your daughter-in-law, you are always thinking about the fruit couple, right?"

Zhang Ganzi didn't include the lake: "I just found out today that there are wild ones too."

There was laughter from under the tree.

There were also many women working together, so they all started laughing and cursing.

Working in the countryside is like this. Talking about meat and jokes is commonplace. Everyone is happy and happy.

As a result, he laughed and laughed, and there was an accident. A young man from the village laughed so hard that he fell directly from the tree.

Fortunately, they were all strapped to safety ropes, dangling back and forth in mid-air.

"Goujizi, you unmarried little unmarried sons, you can't stand it without being teased, right?" Zhang Gan looked overjoyed.

Zhang Dashuai also doesn't look like a big man: "Goujizi, did you see your sister-in-law under the tree?"

The so-called unborn sons are those young men who are not married.

Liu Qingshan was taken aback. Fortunately, the safety measures were in place, so there was no accident. Otherwise, it would have to fall from such a high tree.

Pulling the leftover dog back to the tree, the boy was blushing, and kept complaining about those old and unruly people.

Zhang Dashuai laughed: "I'll call your aunt back and help you find a good person. Can a girl from the county town do?"

Speaking of finding objects,

It used to be a big problem in the past, but now Jiapigou is blowing the trumpet through the crack of the door, and has a good reputation, not to mention the girls in Qingshan Town, even the girls in the county would like to marry here.

But the leftover boy shook his head: "I want to learn from Brother Tiezi."

But Zhang Ganzi didn't think so: "Just like you, you still want to ride a big ocean horse, can you?"

Okay, there is ambition, but Liu Qingshan supports it: "The leftover dog, I will send you to Lilan when I turn around."

Ah, find a black one!

The dog left child was stimulated a little bit, and suddenly fell from the tree again.

Liu Qingshan enjoyed this feeling very much. He was carefree and at ease. He secretly made a decision in his heart: he would set aside a few months every year to return to his hometown to enjoy this peaceful time.

However, when it was almost noon, Liu Qingshan was called back to the village: the fourth and fifth were actually back.

At this time, there is no seven-day vacation, at most three days. How did these two girls come back?

Seeing the fellow writers Victor and Wang Er, Liu Qingshan was relieved.

"Liu, we meet again!" Victor is also an old acquaintance, and is no stranger to this small mountain village.

Liu Qingshan hugged him. A few days ago, Liu Qingshan called Victor about the publication of Shan Xing's books. Obviously, the other party came for this.

If you come to collect truffles, it is still early, and it will not mature until nearly November.

"Brother." The fourth little brother greeted Liu Qingshan with a smile, and then led the little six sons and the others to every house in the village.

Shan Xing stayed and sat quietly beside Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan poured tea for Victor and the others, and Gao Wenxue and Lu Writer accompanied him.

Accompanying Victor were two translators who had worked with writers Gao Wenxue and Lu.

Considering that Shan Xing couldn't stay abroad for a long time, Liu Qingshan simply invited the translation here. Anyway, the number of words in this book is not many.

Everyone worked together for two months, and now it has been completely completed. This time, I made a special trip back to announce the good news to Liu Qingshan.

"Liu, I'm a little jealous, this is really a very good work." Victor said with envy after drinking a sip of medicinal tea.

Who says his level is not the group of top writers, but at least he has some vision.

This book Who Moved My Cheese seems to be a fable, but in fact, it reflects a profound social reality.

The four characters in the book are extremely representative, and such a work is enough to occupy a place in the history of world literature.

The two translators also said that they are very honored to be able to translate this book, which will definitely become a bestseller.

Shan Xing was a little embarrassed by their praise, and her face was red.

Writer Wang Er also looked proud, even happier than he produced a shocking book by himself.

Then he talked about the publication. For Victor, they were all familiar with it, and he didn't have to worry about it at all.

"Let's have dinner!" Xiao Liuzi shouted.

There is a table of guests here, Liu Qingshan's family, all eat at Liu Shikui's house, and the food is the same anyway.

Most of the people present were literati, chatting with each other and chatting very happily.

Writer Wang Er drank two glasses of wine and was in high spirits. Last year, he won the Jiapigou Literature Award, which touched him very much. In addition to directing Shan Xing, he immersed himself in the book and finally completed the Bronze Age.

Today is probably destined to be a day for a literary gathering. While everyone was drinking happily, Lu Xiaolong walked in with a thin middle-aged man.

"Brother Chen!" Writer Lu quickly got up to greet him.

Writer Chen, that is the author of Bailuyuan, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be overjoyed: Is this finished?

Writer Chen looks very dark and thin, but his mental state is excellent, and Writer Lu introduces him one by one.

He was also a former winner of the Jiapigou Literature Award, but it was the first time he came to this small mountain village because he was writing books behind closed doors.

He took the train to Bishui County. After getting off the train, he asked someone to inquire about Qingshan Town. After arriving at Qingshan Town, he inquired about Jiapigou. As a result, he happened to find out that Lu Xiaolong was on the head, so he pulled him directly.

"Comrade Liu Qingshan, this time I came here to express my thanks." Writer Chen is very simple, I held Liu Qingshan's hand and shook it vigorously.

Although he also holds an important position in the Provincial Writers Association, the Writers Association is basically a Qingshui Yamen, so when creating Bailuyuan, eating steamed buns and eating pickles are also commonplace.

In this predicament, the 50,000 yuan prize of Jiapigou Literature Award gave him a great help.

So after the book was completed, he rushed over in a hurry.

He is a very traditional person, adhering to the concept of repaying gratitude.

Originally, he won the award without ever seeing each other, and received a huge bonus. Writer Chen was extremely grateful.

Liu Qingshan also shook hands with each other affectionately: "I'll call you Brother Chen too. When you arrive at my house, don't say anything in public, go to the table first, and chat while eating."

Writer Chen was also welcome. He crossed his legs proficiently on the kang, and then greeted Gao Wenxue and writer Wang Er, including Victor.

After all, Victor is now a world-renowned bestselling author.

Writer Chen couldn't help but be a little surprised to see Shan Xing, a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, also sitting at this table.

Writer Wang Er saw what he meant, and said with a smile: "Brother Chen, this is my apprentice. I just published my debut novel, please be honest."

After speaking, he handed over a Chinese version. Writer Chen saw the two little mice on the cover and thought it was a children's story, so he said:

"I'm not very good at children's literature."

Don't think that writers can speak well. In fact, most of the characters in this group are relatively independent.

Wang Er hehe smiled: "Brother Chen, take a look at it first."

Liu Qingshan interjected: "Eat first, and then watch after eating."

However, when Writer Chen saw that the album was not thick, he turned it over casually.

As a result, when he saw it, he completely forgot everything outside his body, let him eat food without saying a word, let him drink without paying attention, and probably didn't hear it at all.

Liu Qingshan didn't care either, and went back to the pan to reheat the dishes.

After an hour, Writer Chen finished the book. He gently closed the book and stroked the cover with his rough palm:

"I finished Bailuyuan, and I thought I was number one in the world. Now I'll ask a little girl to compare it."

This evaluation is too high, and there is no need to compare two different types of books together.

Liu Qingshan explained two sentences, but Writer Chen was very focused: "Shan Xing, I will give this book to me, and I will use it as the best encouragement. By the way, can you please sign it?"

Shan Xingda: "Uncle Chen, you are too polite,"

Writer Chen insisted again and again, it seems that he is really not doing those vain thoughts, but the most real thoughts in his heart.

Shan Xing had no choice but to take out a pen and write his name on the title page.

Writer Chen happily put the book into his canvas bag: "It's a worthwhile trip."

Gululu, there was a sound from his stomach. He had been in the car for several days on the way, and he didn't have a good meal.

Writer Chen patted his belly: "I'm going to revolt."

Everyone laughed, and then continued to eat.

Liu Qingshan also took advantage of the situation to help: "Brother Chen, when your book is published, you will also be called Mr. Victor. Help translate and publish it abroad."

After Writer Chen understood the situation, he also clapped his hands: "Okay, if I can really get the manuscript fee, I will donate the manuscript fee like Brother Wang Gao."

He padded the bottom of his belly, and took out a stack of manuscript papers from his schoolbag: "This is a manuscript, please correct me."

"Eat first, spiritual food is important, but you have to fill your stomach first." Liu Qingshan quickly advised.

After all, after dinner, Writer Lu and the others took the manuscript and gathered together.

Including Shan Xing, several heads were tied into a pile. This scene was quite interesting. Liu Qingshan took out the camera from the cabinet and took a few pictures.

This photo, later famous, was called the Huaxia Writers Summit.

"It's a really good book!" Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hands, with a look of admiration on his face.

Shan Xing nodded vigorously, the little girl's eyes flashed with crystal tears, obviously moved by the characters in the book.

Writer Lu also wiped the corners of his eyes lightly: "Brother Chen, even if you enter the coffin, you can use this book as a pillow."

This is not a curse, but the highest praise.

Writer Wang Er, who has learned both Chinese and Western, also expressed his conviction that it is a masterpiece among modern traditional writers.

Writer Chen is also high-spirited. This book is his painstaking work, and he is quite satisfied with it.

Only Liu Qingshan frowned slightly, as if there was something unsatisfactory.

In the end, everyone's eyes converged on his face, and Writer Chen also said bluntly:

"Brother Qingshan, if you have any ideas, just say it. Let's study it together. If what you said makes sense, I will revise it."

Liu Qingshan raised his hand and waved: "Brother Chen, I'm just worried that there may be some trouble with the publication of this book."

"How?" Writer Chen also looked puzzled.

In fact, in the first edition of Bailuyuan's book, because the description of human nature was too ugly, Writer Chen was asked to delete it.

Writer Chen struggled to no avail, and in the end he could only reluctantly make revisions, which also became his heart disease.

Fortunately, with the development of the times, decades later, the full version of Bailuyuan finally saw the light of day. Unfortunately, at that time, Writer Chen could no longer see it. I have to say that it is a great regret.

Liu Qingshan expressed his views euphemistically, and Writer Lu and others also nodded.

Writer Chen's mood dropped, frowning, his head drooping, and he remained silent.

A book is like the author's child. Now that the child is going to be amputated, who would be willing?

Liu Qingshan looked at Victor and had an idea:

"Brother Chen, maybe, if we can publish the English version first and create a sensation abroad, then publishing it in China should be no problem."

"Of course I have no problem here." Victor agreed.

Not to mention the issue of plot, the works of the great French writers in the past also contained detailed descriptions of that aspect, and they were not published in the same way.

As for Huaxia's famous works after translation, of course, some descriptions have been deleted.

Just like the Alexandre Dumas, when you hear the name, it makes people think.

In fact, this one is even more romantic in real life.

Writer Chen still didn't give up: "I'll give it to the publisher I contacted to try first. If it doesn't work, I'll do as Brother Qingshan said."

Since there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart, Liu Qingshan will no longer attack him. Let's talk about facts.

So I led everyone to the river outside the village for a circle, sobering my mind.

As soon as he went out and walked to the back of the team headquarters, he met a half-eldest boy sent by the old party secretary, who asked Liu Qingshan to answer the phone.

Everyone went to the team headquarters together, and Liu Qingshan went into the house to answer the phone.

The call was from Lin Zizhou: "Qingshan, what a happy event!"

"Uncle Lin, what's the happy event?" Liu Qingshan also asked cheerfully.

"Let you guess first?" Lin Zizhou seemed to be in a really good mood, and even deliberately teased Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan's heart moved: "Wouldn't it be that someone else won the grand prize?"

"Haha, I can't hide it from you. We just got the news that this year's Nobel Prize Committee will award the Physiology and Medicine Prizes to Mr. Sun and his medical team!"