1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 169 People's Literature

National Cultural Association, ministerial unit.

The selection of national excellent short stories is sponsored by such a ministry-level unit, and the standard is naturally not low, and even the awards ceremony is held in important places of state affairs.

In recent years, it may be to make up for the unfair treatment received by cultural people in the past few years. The courtesy received by domestic literati is unprecedented.

Waking up early in the morning, Lin Weimin was fully dressed, first went to the Guowen Club to pick up Lu Yao, and then went to the place where the award ceremony was held.

On weekdays, his small motorcycle shuttled through the streets and alleys of Yanjing City, running amok, but today he could only park far away outside the gate of the awards hall.

The security measures are very strict, and the atmosphere becomes solemn invisibly.

Lin Weimin saw many acquaintances after entering the door.

"Mr. Wang, hello!"

"Comrade Xiaolin, long time no see!"

The little old man Wang Meng smiled when he saw Lin Weimin. He was very impressed with Lin Weimin, the most mischievous kid in the Institute of Literature.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lin Weimin saw the silver-haired Wei Junyi again, "Hello, editor-in-chief! Hello, editor-in-chief!"

"En!" Wei Junyi nodded.

In addition to Wei Junyi, Qin Chaoyang also came to the Guowen Society today. He is the editor-in-chief of "Contemporary", and "Contemporary" has many people who have won awards today.

After saying a few words, Lin Weimin saw Jiang Zilong, Huang Anyi, and Jin Ying coming over, and quickly waved to them.

After introducing Lu Yao to a few people, everyone looked at Lu Yao with a bit of surprise in their eyes. "Life" has become very famous in the past six months since it was published, and he is a famous author.

More and more people gathered at the entrance of the synagogue. The winners this time are all writers from all over the country. Who doesn't have friends?

In addition to the award-winning writers, the chief editors and editors of major literary journals across the country, the leaders and cadres of the literary association, and comrades from various co-organizing units are here today.

Just like Lin Weimin, you always say hello when you meet, right?
After exchanging a few pleasantries with each other, the stairs to the auditorium were blocked.

There was a lot of voices at the entrance of the auditorium for a while, and suddenly there was a commotion in the distance.

Everyone immersed in the atmosphere of gathering old friends looked in that direction one after another, not knowing what happened.

It wasn't until a while later that the person in front came to the news.

"Ba Lao is here!"

With the sound of "boom", Lin Weimin felt that the people scattered at the entrance of the auditorium instantly turned into a swarm of bees, rushing towards the direction from which the news came.

A shout came from not far away: "Everyone, don't squeeze, don't squeeze!" "Be careful, watch your step!"

Lin Weimin hurriedly dragged a few people around him to escape, "Good guy, this is too enthusiastic!"

Jiang Zilong smiled and said, "No way, this is a living legend."

He looked at Lin Weimin and said with a smile, "If your teacher can come over, he will be treated like this."

Lin Weimin shook his head, "Sir, after all, he is from the drama circle, and his appeal here is incomparable to Balao's."

Lu Yao looked in the direction of Balao with yearning eyes, and Lin Weimin joked, "Should I say something at this time, that he can replace him?"

Several people around laughed, Jiang Zilong said: "You boy, let people hear you, you must say that you are crazy!"

The crowd not far away finally flowed smoothly after surging like a wave just now. At the top, a few guards guarded an old man who was not tall and walked in the front. The crowd moved with the movement of the old man, like Like the tide.

Standing outside the crowd, Lin Weimin caught a glimpse of the old man. Although he had never seen the old man himself, he had seen many photos of him in various news reports, materials, and books in the past two years, so he naturally knew him.

When the old man entered the auditorium, the crowd also began to slowly enter the auditorium, Lin Weimin also said: "Let's go in too."

"Go away!"

Everyone climbed up the steps and entered the solemn and solemn building.

The venue is very large, and it is not a big problem to accommodate 2000 people.

Lin Weimin stood on the stairs and took a look. There were about two to three hundred people who came today, mainly concentrated in the first half of the hall, and the rear of the hall seemed a bit empty.

The buzzing sound in the venue lasted for a few minutes. After everyone sat down for a while, it gradually became quiet.

On the stage, the members of the selection committee took their seats, and in the first few rows of the audience were the leaders of the Cultural Association, the Ministry of Culture, and the award-winning writers.

Lin Weimin was in the second row, and several other acquaintances were scattered in the second and third rows. There was only one Huang Anyi closest to him.

On March 3 last year, Mr. Shen passed away. During his lifetime, the old man served as the head of the National Association for Literature and Art for 27 years.

When Balao spoke on the stage, the faces of the award-winning writers below gradually became serious. Lin Weimin felt that Huang Anyi beside him seemed to become nervous.

The speech time was not long. After the speech of the representative of the Cultural Association, Balao, several comrades from the co-organizers made their speeches as short as possible.

It didn't take half an hour, the speech was over, and the awards ceremony officially began.

The National Excellent Short Story Award was presented first. There are 20 winners of this Excellent Short Story Award. Everyone stepped onto the rostrum one by one and stood in the center of the stage. Everyone presents awards.

Many comrades looked nervous and excited. Lin Weimin and others applauded Jiang Zilong, Jin Ying and others desperately, and other people in the audience also applauded.

After the awards were awarded, the award-winning writers had to say a few words. There were too many winners, and it was impossible to speak one by one. We could only find one or two representatives. Balao called the names, and Jiang Zilong and Jin Ying happened to be selected, a man and a woman. representative.

Jin Ying's speech was quite satisfactory, and it was Jiang Zilong's turn, he was just crazy.

"My surname is Jiang and my name is Zilong. I was born in Cangzhou, northern Hebei. I have practiced martial arts since I was a child. I have practiced a few sets of fists and legs. I am 1.8 meters three, and it is not a problem to deal with a few heroes. The head of the security section of a beautiful female writer, the head of the section absolutely dare not slack off..."

Everyone in the audience was amused by his speech, and Balao couldn't help but listen to his speech and said: "Next time I go on stage, I won't order you!"

Jiang Zilong will be on stage later, and his "Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Blue Purple" also won the Outstanding Novella Award.

The venue was full of cheerful atmosphere.

After speaking, the award-winning writers returned to their seats, and the award ceremony for the Excellent Novella Award followed.

The number of winners this time was five more than the short story award. Jiang Zilong, an old face, reappeared on stage after less than a few minutes. Everyone in the audience couldn't help but smile when they thought of Balao's words just now.

More than 20 award winners stood side by side on the rostrum, including men and women, old and young. Lin Weimin stood out among them. He was the youngest here, and the young man was tall and handsome.

When it was the representative's turn to speak, Balao's eyes wandered among the crowd, and after a few seconds, they locked on Lin Weimin and Huang Anyi.

"Come on, Comrade Lin Weimin from Yanjing, and Comrade Huang Anyi from Shanghai, you two are a man and a woman, one from the south and the other from the north, and you are the youngest of our group, so you just happen to be the speech representatives."

Balao's roll call is to support young people, just like he let Jin Ying speak just now.

And it was a coincidence that the four speakers that Balao ordered were all the fifth batch of students after the resumption of the Institute of Literature and Literature. The Institute of Literature and Literature was a directly affiliated institution of the Association of Arts and Culture. Lin Weimin was thinking wildly.

Lin Weimin and Huang Anyi stood up when they heard Balao's call. He glanced at Huang Anyi, who was a little nervous, and said in a low voice, "I'll come first."

He walked to the table in the center of the rostrum, picked up the microphone, and looked at the people in the audience.

For more than a year, Lin Weimin has become famous in the domestic literary circle. Most of the people in the audience saw his true face in Lushan for the first time, and their eyes were full of curiosity and scrutiny.

"Seniors and colleagues, hello everyone, I am Lin Weimin. Today is the award ceremony, and I am very happy to win the award. Many acquaintances also came, and I am even more happy to meet old friends.

On the road of literary creation, I am a younger generation, and today I am here to say a few words about my personal expectations for the future of this industry.

I hope that our literature will always be the literature of the people, and it will always be loved by the common people. I also hope that many predecessors and colleagues in the industry can write more well-known works, nourish the spirit of our people, and shape the character of our people!

thank you all! "

Lin Weimin's speech was short, but his words were powerful, especially the two sentences "I hope our literature will always be the literature of the people, and will always be loved by the common people", which aroused great sympathy among the audience.

Balao praised: "Comrade Weimin spoke very well. Our literature was born among the people, and we can never forget our roots. I hope we can all remember it in our hearts."

There was warm applause in the venue.

When it was Huang Anyi's turn to speak, she was still a little nervous. She tried her best to thank everyone she could think of with a slightly Shanghai accent, even Lin Weimin was not forgotten.

The middle-aged people in the venue looked at this young lesbian and smiled knowingly.

After finally finishing speaking, Huang Anyi retreated to her seat, feeling a little annoyed in her heart.

My own performance was really bad, just look how good and generous Lin Weimin performed just now!

"Well said!"

A warm voice came from beside her, Huang Anyi looked sideways, and met Shang Lin Weimin's eyes, her eyes were shy.

After the novella awards were awarded, the awards ceremony came to an end.

At the end, there was a group photo session, which took more than half an hour to finish.

After another speech, Balao, as the leader of the Cultural Association, announced the end of the conference.

Everyone in the venue exited one by one.

Wei Junyi stopped Lin Weimin and took him to the reception hall next to the venue.

Here, Lin Weimin met Balao again.

Balao was talking to others, and saw the two smilingly said: "Look, our Comrade Junyi has come with the staff of the Guowen Society. Comrade Weimin is now the editor of "Contemporary", right?"

Lin Weimin nodded and said, "Yes."

Wei Junyi smiled and said: "I brought this monkey grandson to meet you, didn't you talk about serving the people before the meeting just now?"

Lin Weimin was surprised. Before the meeting, Balao mentioned himself?
"I heard in Shanghai that you "Contemporary" has produced a talented person. No wonder "Contemporary" has developed by leaps and bounds this year, and its sales have already surpassed our "Harvest"." Balao said jokingly.

When other parents praised their children, Wei Junyi naturally had to be modest, "He is some kind of celebrity, but he is just a stunned young man who is frizzy all day long."

"Comrade Weimin is a good seed. I watched "Farewell My Concubine". It is a rare work with storytelling and thoughtfulness, both of which are considered."

Lin Weimin hurriedly said, "Balao, you're too proud."

After complimenting Lin Weimin a few words, Balao said to Wei Junyi: "This time, your Guowen Society has made a big splash!"

Balao refers to the number of award-winning works published by the magazines of the Guowen Society.

In this National Excellent Novella Award, 4 novellas from "Contemporary" won awards, 1 novella from "People's Literature" won awards, and 5 short stories won awards, accounting for one-fifth of the number of awards. It can be said that it is the biggest winner of this year's National Excellent Short Story Award.

The "Harvest" founded by Balao won three novellas in this award.

Another big winner is "October" in Yanjing, which is also a first-line literary magazine in China, and five novellas won the Excellent Novella Award.

If the Guowen Society is a group army fighting, then "October" is an independent regiment fighting, and its combat power is really terrifying.

Under the recommendation of Wei Junyi, Lin Weimin also met Su Yu, the editor-in-chief of "October". She was over fifty years old and looked younger than Wei Junyi. She spoke extremely forcefully and revealed a sense of courage.

(End of this chapter)