After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 330 Huaxia Science Fiction No.1

"Yin and Yang are divided into two paths. Humans and ghosts have different paths. People know that ghosts are scary, and ghosts know that people are poisonous. The day is on the left, and the dark night is on the right. Humans and ghosts are actually all in one thought.
"The bell rang at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and Liu Xiaodong woke up suddenly. This is not the first time he woke up at this time. Maybe it's because the old wall clock in the living room is too loud, or maybe it's because of the repeated nightmares in recent days. , since he moved into this house, he hasn't had a good night's sleep."

"At this moment, the room was pitch black, with no light to be found, and it was so silent that even the sound of breathing could be heard. Recalling the nightmare he had just had, Liu Xiaodong shook his head in horror, sweating profusely, that kind of fear , helplessness, and fear are unspoken and unspeakable."

"He began to frantically search for his mobile phone, and the mobile phone has become the only life-saving straw at present, but Ren Liu Xiaodong searched the whole bed, but still couldn't find it, just when he wanted to get out of bed and walk to the bedroom door to turn on the light , Suddenly a star of light appeared in the room, that light was very much like the backlight of a mobile phone screen."

"Liu Xiaodong stared intently in surprise, just one glance, and his pupils dilated instantly. Through the picture reflected in his eyes, we can know that the bright light was indeed emitted by his mobile phone, but what was surprising was that the mobile phone was floating in the air beside the bed. .
Looking carefully, I suddenly found that it was not a levitation. There was a pale hand holding the mobile phone. Because of the weak light, I couldn't see it clearly for a while. "

"At this moment, a strange sound came from under the bed. The sound penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and there was a hint of temptation. Liu Xiaodong actually wanted to stick his head to look under the bed."

"Then the question is, will you look under your bed at this moment?"

To be continued!

"I see you as a big-headed ghost, I read a few hundred words, and finally you give me this, bah! It's appetizing, rubbish book, rubbish author!"

Li Huafei took a deep breath, and decisively moved the book out of the shelf. Such an author must not be used to it.

And just when he was about to find a book that suits his appetite, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and before he turned his head, he saw a pale and bloodless hand stretched out in front of his face.
The bell rings at 12 o'clock
Even though Li Huafei often reads supernatural novels, his psychological quality is stronger than ordinary people, but his calves started to spin.

"My trick, it won't be so effective! Could it be that something written by an author came out from under the bed?"

Gritting his teeth, he turned his head sharply and saw the same pale and bloodless face, but Li Huafei was relieved to see this face, and said helplessly.

"Honey, don't you put on a facial mask in the middle of the night, okay? You also walk behind me silently, it will scare people to death."

"Tch, who made you always like to come to the living room to play with your mobile phone in the middle of the night, what's wrong, can't you lie down in the bedroom?"

"Hey, isn't the living room quiet, it's more atmospheric!"

"Then you mean you think I'm noisy?"

"Don't dare, dare not! Go, wife, let's go back to the house."

Li Huafei laughed, and half pushed and half hugged his wife back to the bedroom.

Just lying on the bed, his wife had already taken the tablet to watch a sweet soap opera, and forced Li Huafei to watch it with her.

Suppressing the discomfort and watching for ten minutes, Li Huafei was so sleepy that his eyelids began to fight.

"Hmph, sleep if you're sleepy, I'll rest after watching this episode."

Li Huafei was relieved, he really couldn't arouse any interest in this kind of TV series.

As for why he should not be a good man and accompany his wife to watch this episode, the reason is also very simple, what his wife said is not one episode, but N episodes. He really can't stay with him.

Li Huafei was just about to lie down to see Duke Zhou, when the phone next to the bed heard a pleasant "ding dong" sound, he hurriedly picked up the phone to check, it was indeed the news that the novel app bookshelf reminded him to update, and it was a book he was chasing recently The novel "I Have a Mysterious House".

This novel is detective reasoning, plus supernatural and mysterious analysis. Apart from the slow update, it is very appetizing to Li Huafei in other aspects.

As a result, after he opened the updated chapter of the novel full of hope, Li Huafei almost threw his phone away in anger. It turned out that the updated content had nothing to do with the novel itself. It was a chapter recommendation, commonly known as chapter push.

"Damn, black cat, you're going too far. If you don't update the novel well, what are you recommending! Hey, it's not a book, the TV series "Dragon Babu"? The one by Hongwen?"

Li Huafei first complained that the black cat in his mouth was not the author's pen name, but what his fans called him, because he often updates at night and has the physique of a night owl, so he is called black cat for short.

Regarding the content in the chapters, although Li Huawei is a seasoned detective and a fan of supernatural novels, he basically doesn't read other types of novels, but he still knows a little about Hongwen, there is no way, he is too famous.

So Li Huafei opened the mobile browser and searched for news about "Tian Long Ba Bu". The first link was a link to a promotional video. Click it to play, and the voice of Jin Ge and Iron Horse sounded.
Five or six minutes later, the promotional video ended. Before Li Huafei could say anything, his wife asked aloud, and at some point she watched it along with her.

"Hua Fei, this TV series looks good! We can watch it on October [-]st."

"Well, you can watch it, but Hongwen is just a writer, not a screenwriter. I hope the content of the feature film can be the same as the promotional film."

Li Huafei replied that after watching the promotional video, he was not in the mood to sleep anymore. He found the Qingcheng app on his mobile phone and entered the four characters "Tianlong Babu". The sense of time substitution will be deeper.

This kind of situation happened in many cases this night. Many readers who have not read "Dragon Babu" started to pay attention because they liked the author's chapters.

The night is deep, people are sleepless, many people are destined to be sleepless tonight
The orange light in the study room is warm and quiet. The teacup on the side is no longer steaming, but the fragrance of the tea is still overflowing. Sitting in front of the desk, Cao Xingde tapped the table anxiously. On the computer screen in front of him is a full English If you look carefully at the URL, it seems to be a voting interface.

The avatar of the TT number in the lower right corner of the desktop was beating, but Cao Xingde didn't bother to look at it, because the voting session was over, and there was no need to go to the group to read the news. The only thing he could do now was to wait for the final result.

"Jingle Bell"

The noisy cell phone ringing made Cao Xingkui even more irritable, but the people who could still call him at this late hour must be acquaintances, so he could only take out his cell phone, and the screen showed that the call was from Zou Yingde.

"Hey, Lao Cao, haven't you slept yet?"

"Hmph, I asked knowingly, but the result didn't come out, so I can sleep!"

"Hehe, don't be so anxious! I haven't slept yet, and I'm also waiting for news! Lao Cao, you should have voted, right?"

"Voted. All the registered members in China have voted. I personally watched it."

"That shouldn't be a problem"

"Old Zou, you don't know that the number of Kimpler Award members in our country is not high, and most of them are in their western countries. Even if we all vote for "Three-Body Problem", it will not play a decisive role."

Hearing this, Zou Yingde on the other side of the phone fell silent. He knew that what Cao Xingkui said was correct. In terms of understanding of the Kimpler Award, no one in China was more familiar with it than him.

The Kimppler Award is also known as the "World Science Fiction Achievement Award". The circle calls Kimppler to commemorate the "father of science fiction" Kimppler Scott.

This is the highest international award in the field of science fiction literature. The World Science Fiction Association is responsible for the overall evaluation and awarding. It has strong autonomy. Even cultural and educational organizations can only participate in it, without the final evaluation power.

And the headquarters of the Science Fiction Association is not in New York, USA, but in London, England, because Gimpler Scott's hometown is in London.

The Gimpler Awards are evaluated every two years. First, the selection items and selection methods are decided at the meeting at the headquarters of the Science Fiction Association, and then the members of the Association are notified to nominate high-quality works.

Most of the members in the association are well-known science fiction writers and readers who love science fiction in various countries. Of course, ordinary readers cannot become members. The science fiction association has its own membership review system, and they are basically elites.

Although there are many science fiction writers and elites in China, due to certain reasons, the number of people who can become members is slightly inferior to that of Western countries, not only in China, but also in most of the Eastern countries.

After members nominate works, they will be evaluated by the current organizing committee. They will screen out the candidate list according to different award categories. In principle, each award will have five works. After the confirmation, it will be publicized to the world. The time of publicity There are 1-2 months, if there is any objection during this period, you can submit your opinion to the organizing committee.

If there is no objection, then all the members of this conference will conduct the final vote. The voting method can be online or offline. The counting and publishing of votes will be done in a translucent manner. The final result will be based on the number of votes. This year's winners have been decided.

Obviously tonight is the time to announce the votes, that's why Cao Xingkui is so anxious. Not only him, but all the science fiction writers in China are waiting anxiously.

They are full of hope, but also uneasy. Their hope stems from their confidence in "The Three-Body Problem", while their uneasiness stems from their "lack of confidence", because only a few sci-fi writers from Eastern countries have won the Kimpler Award, and Huaxia There is no one in the country.

To put it bluntly, if even "The Three-Body Problem" cannot win an award, then there will be no hope for the next few years. For now, it will be very difficult for science fiction novels surpassing "The Three-Body Problem" to appear in China. , even Chen Tianhong himself may not be able to write it.

"Old Cao, don't worry, no matter how much Western countries target you, they must be careful. I don't believe they dare to risk the world's disgrace. Which science fiction novel in the past two years can compare with "Three-Body Problem" is your old Cao's. New book, ahem."

Zou Yingde was silent for a while, and then comforted his old friend again, but he said it smoothly and coughed twice to cover it up.

"Hehe, you're right. My new work is not as good as "Three-Body Problem"! It's nothing. Ice is born in water and is colder than water. It is worse than a student, and blue is better than a blue. It is said that a disciple is better than a master. Heaven Hiroshi’s talent is better than mine, and it’s only a matter of time before his writing surpasses mine.”

Cao Xingkui said in an extremely sad tone.

"Okay, old Cao, don't babble, my teeth are going to be sore. If I have a student like Tianhong, I can wake up with a smile in my dreams, but you are not a real apprentice!"

"We stayed up here all night waiting for the news, worrying about him. Not only did this kid not care at all, but he went to promote some TV series. Just now I saw him posting messages on social platforms."

"Old Cao, you have to talk about him when you have time, and you still have to calm down and write, what kind of script should you write properly!"

"The apprentice is too old to be left to the master! Old Zou, let him decide on Tianhong's affairs."

Instead, Cao Xingkui persuaded Zou Yingde, he had helped Chen Tianhong pave the way for future literature, but this one did not take the usual path, and every path he took surpassed his predecessors, even the older generation was ashamed .

While they were chatting, the far side of the Atlantic was gradually turning white, the sun was rising, and the sun began to cover the land.

Mr. Yan Shanqing, the representative of Huaxia Kingdom in the cultural and educational organization, sat in the dining room and ate breakfast elegantly, like an oriental version of an old gentleman, and only the secretary sitting next to him knew that he was actually not as calm as he looked.

"Old Yan, there shouldn't be any problems, Mr. Gangback is not talking and laughing with you."

The secretary asked cautiously and tentatively. To be honest, he was also very worried. Whether "Three-Body Problem" won the award is no longer a matter of Chen Tianhong alone.

"That old guy Buck always smiles at people. He has no prejudice against "The Three-Body Problem", but this is not in New York, but in London. The real decision-making power depends on the Science Fiction Association. Buck's influence on them Yes, but not too much, and I"

While talking, Yan Shanqing was not in the mood to eat breakfast.

He was invited by the Science Fiction Association as a special guest to be a witness, and so was Buck, but the witnesses were just witnesses, and they knew the news earlier than Cao Xingkui and Zou Yingde in China.

"Let's go, let's go! Go to the synagogue. If the Westerners really dare to play tricks, I will try to reason with them."

Yan Shanqing pushed the dinner plate violently, got up and waved his sleeves, and strode towards the auditorium of the Science Fiction Association with strides, his steps were like "the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!" momentum.

After they came to the auditorium and found a place to sit down, the evaluation ceremony was about to begin. England is a country that still has a good sense of time. The so-called evaluation ceremony is very simple, and even the process of introducing the leading guests was omitted.

That is to say, the person in charge of the organizing committee went up and said briefly, and then officially announced the winners of each award. As for the number of votes for each candidate work, it will not be announced at the evaluation ceremony, but will be announced after the results come out. .

"Ladies and gentlemen (ladies and gentlemen), I would like to announce that the work that won the 98th Gimpler Award for Best Science Fiction Short Story is "Star" by the English writer Clarke."

There was applause at the venue, and Yan Shanqing also clapped his hands to send polite blessings.

Gimpler's awards are divided into three types, one is personal works (awards are awarded to works), the other is characters (awards are awarded to individuals), and the third is serial publications (awards are for the publication of published works around the world)

The last two basically have nothing to do with Chen Tianhong, because he is still too young for the World Science Fiction Association, and the Character Honor Award will not be given to him this year. The third publication, even though the sales of "Three-Body" Not bad, but the time is too short after all, the total sales cannot compare with the old works.

Of course, the ones with the highest gold content are [-] and [-], and [-] is just an extra.

"The work that won the best science fiction short novella is "The Emperor of Mars" by American writer Steele."

The applause continued, but Yan Shanqing didn't applaud this time, not because he had any opinion on the writer, but because it was the turn of the best novel, which was the moment to decide the fate of "The Three-Body Problem".

"The work that won the Best Science Fiction Novel Award is "The Three-Body Problem" by Chinese writer Hongwen!"

The audience applauded thunderously. In fact, when Yan Shanqing heard the word Huaxia, he was already trembling with excitement. Everything was finally settled. Today is definitely a day that can be recorded in the annals of history, and it will make countless science fiction fans days of tears.

When the English words of Hongwen and "Three-Body Problem" resounded in the venue, Yan Shanqing seemed to see again the high-spirited boy who made his debut on the world stage a few months ago, and now...
"He has truly become the No.1 of Chinese science fiction! He is only 21 years old!"

Yan Shanqing murmured in a low voice.

ps: The beginning of this chapter took a lot of pen and ink, a little foreshadowing!
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