Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 219 218 "Pat my conscience, I am really speechless."

"Brother Shi, Editor Zhu!" Fang Minghua greeted with a smile.

"Look, Tiesheng, I said that if you come to the awards ceremony, you will definitely meet old acquaintances." Zhu Wei said to Shi Tiesheng, then smiled and said hello to Fang Minghua.

"Brother Shi, have you registered for accommodation?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.

"I just came, I didn't."

"Then stay in a room with me." Fang Minghua said enthusiastically: "I came here with Jia Pingwa and Zou Zhian from our province. Those two are big smokers. It's easier to smoke when we live together. The room I'm looking for I’m still alone.”

"That's just right, Minghua, I'll leave the iron sound to you." Zhu Wei said.

"No problem. The guest house is full of writers from all over the world and will help. Don't worry."

"Look, Tie Sheng, are you right? You don't have to worry about where you go. As the saying goes, the world's writers' associations are one family."

"I just don't want to cause any more trouble to everyone," Shi Tiesheng said.

It turned out that Shi Tiiesheng received a letter from the jury inviting him to participate in the award ceremony. He originally did not want to attend, but it was Zhu Wei who finally encouraged him:

"Why are you sitting at home? Go out and walk around and meet more friends. Don't worry, someone will definitely take care of you."

Only then did Shi Tiesheng come to participate.

After the two helped Shi Tiiesheng complete the check-in procedures, they pushed him into Fang Minghua's room. Zhu Wei sat on the bedside and looked at Fang Minghua, and suddenly said something.

"Minghua, you stole the show at the awards ceremony this time."

Fang Minghua was surprised when he heard this: "What do you mean? Editor Zhu, this meeting hasn't started yet."

"It's your science fiction novel! The three vice-chairmen of the Writers' Association were furious about it. In the end, it was Mr. Palladium who arrived in person to make the final decision. It spread within the Writers' Association. This is the first time in the history of the awards."

Zhu Wei told him what he knew.

So complicated?

Fang Minghua was also greatly surprised, and secretly grateful to Palladium.

The older generation of writers are indeed very open-minded.

After Zhu Wei left, Fang Minghua asked Shi Tiiesheng with a smile: "Brother Shi, how are you and Teacher Chen doing now?"

Shi Tiiesheng felt shy after hearing this: "That's it. But there's something interesting about Simi's transfer."

"Really? Aren't you going to eat your wedding candies soon?" Fang Minghua asked.

"We? We should eat yours first, right? How are you and the girl named Song Tangtang doing now? When will you get married?" Shi Tiiesheng asked.

"Get married next year." Fang Minghua said openly.

In fact, last year, my mother Zhang Fenglan wanted them to get married, but last year Fang Minghua was his zodiac year, and this year Song Tangtang is his zodiac year again. Not getting married in your zodiac year is an old-fashioned saying, so Zhang Fenglan had no choice but to postpone it until next year.

The new house is ready. It is near the south gate and has an area of ​​110 square meters. The largest one is just that big. Fang Minghua simply bought two sets door-to-door and spent nearly 3 yuan.

While the two were chatting, Jia Pingwa came in with a cigarette in her mouth. Seeing Shi Tiesheng like this, she immediately pinched out the burning cigarette in her mouth.

Although he has never met Shi Tiiesheng, he has heard of this name.

Fang Minghua introduced the two to each other, and everyone started chatting. "Tie Sheng, I just went out for a walk, and I heard that you will speak on behalf of the award-winning author this time?" Jia Pingwa said.

Shi Tiesheng nodded after hearing this: "Originally I refused. There are many writers who won the award this time, such as Zhang Xianliang and Feng Jicai, who became famous earlier and can be represented. And you, Minghua, are not famous, but Director Feng of the jury If you have to tell me, I can’t help it.”

"Hey Tie Sheng, I just let you speak. To be honest, you are the only representative among these writers!" Jia Pingwa, who has always been very high-spirited, felt a sense of admiration for the writer in front of her.

When he went to bed at night, Fang Minghua helped Shi Tiesheng to the bed and took off his clothes and lay down. He was just about to take off his clothes and go to bed when he heard Shi Tiesheng said: "Minghua, I wrote a speech for tomorrow. Can you think of this?"

After saying that, he took out two pieces of paper from his bag and handed them to Fang Minghua.

"What's the problem with what you wrote?" Fang Minghua took it with a smile, sat on the bed and looked at it, his face slowly becoming serious.

"Isn't it a bit too much?" Shi Tiesheng asked.

"Do you really think so?"

"Indeed, that's what I thought."

"That's not an exaggeration."

"Okay, I'll study tomorrow."

3月20日，1983-1984年优秀中篇小说奖暨84年优秀短篇小说奖颁奖典礼依旧是在人民大会堂举行。

More than 40 award-winning authors attending the meeting accepted congratulations from people in the cultural circles in Beijing and received bright red certificates from the award-presenting guests.

Shi Tiesheng was wearing a clean Chinese tunic suit, sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the dark crowd below, and delivered an acceptance speech on behalf of the writers.

"Comrades, I'm very grateful for this opportunity. It's not actually an acceptance speech. I just want to talk about an idea I had when I wrote "The Story of Queue Jumping."

"I once wrote a novel about queue-jumping by educated youth called "My Distant Qingping Bay", and now I write "The Story of Queue-Jumping". Some people may say this: Those of us who have queue-jumped will always talk about those days of queue-jumping. Not because of anything else, just because our best years were spent jumping in line..."

"But I don't think so."

Shi Tiesheng sat on the manuscript and spoke very calmly: "I feel that the person who said this has never jumped in line, otherwise he would not say 'just because'. There are too many reasons that make us remember those days. I often think about it silently , finally I can’t think clearly.”

Speaking of this, Shi Tiesheng smiled: "It's still that novel. After "Distant Qingping Bay" won the 83 Outstanding Short Story Award, someone once asked me, why did you write so deeply about that place in the novel? Why are you coming to Yanjing for your grievance? Isn’t it easy to exchange your Yanjing household registration for a Qin province household registration?” I won’t repeat the more unpleasant words. Patting my conscience, I am really speechless and have nothing to say. Say my legs are paralyzed, otherwise I would go back, or else I wouldn’t leave in the first place? I don’t believe any ghosts. "

There was silence.

Finally, the sound of "clap" applause came from the rostrum, it was Palladium, the chairman of the Writers Association.

Immediately afterwards, there was applause from both the stage and the audience.

Fang Minghua, Jia Pingwa and Zou Zhian were all sitting in the front row of the award-winning seats.

"I don't dare to say these words of Shi Tiesheng." Zou Zhian sighed with emotion.

"There are probably not many people who dare to say it, so everyone admires him." Jia Pingwa said.

Fang Minghua said nothing and fell into deep thought.

Thinking about it and looking back on the past, all kinds of hardships and cruelties cannot be denied. Otherwise, why did it need to be reformed later? Well, now that the reform has been successful, why do we still miss the pre-reform period?

In Shi Tiesheng's words, "I'm really speechless after patting my conscience."

(End of this chapter)