Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 271 Winning the Mao Dun Literature Award

The weather in Xijing in November was already very cold. As soon as he went to work in the morning, Fang Minghua burned the coal stove, poured hot tea, and took a sip. He heard a "bang" as the door was pushed open, and a cold wind blew in his face. .

What the hell!

Who is so rude? !
As Fang Minghua's status in the literary world continued to improve, and he firmly held the position of deputy editor, his prestige in the magazine also increased day by day.

Even President Huang and Editor Zhang had to knock on the door before pushing in. Most employees in the unit even knocked on the door and had to wait until Fang Minghua said "please come in" before entering.

Who is the unruly guy today?
Fang Minghua saw it was Bai Miao, holding a newspaper in his hand.

At work, Fang Minghua and Bai Miao also had a good relationship, so they joked: "Brother Bai, what's wrong with you? Are you in a panic? It's inappropriate. Do you have something happy to tell me?"

"There is a happy event, but it's not mine, it's yours, Minghua, treat me!"

After saying that, Bai Miao put the newspaper on Fang Minghua's desk.

Oh my god
Another treat? !

Didn’t I invite you once when I came back?
Fang Minghua couldn't help but want to complain, but after taking a look at the newspaper, he immediately changed his mind: "Okay, I'll treat you."

Even Zhu Lin, who had been transferred back to Yanjing, called to congratulate: "Xiao Fang, congratulations, you are now a great writer."

Of course, it was more of a treat. For more than a week, Fang Minghua came home drunk every night. When he went to work during the day, his head was drooped and he had no energy at all.

There were also newspaper reporters and TV station reporters doing interviews. They were very busy.

It's a sad day.

"Sister Zhu Lin, please stop flattering me. What a great writer, I would tell others to hear the joke." Fang Minghua hurriedly said: "Is "Journey to the West" finished?"

"The filming is over and I'm going to rest for a while. Are you coming to Yanjing to receive the award? Let's meet up then. I'll be the host and congratulate you," Zhu Lin said on the phone.

Of course, more friends from other places called to congratulate. Wang Meng, who is already the editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" magazine, Zhang Xianliang, who has been promoted to vice chairman of the Ningxia Federation of Literary and Art Circles and chairman of the Ningxia Writers Association, as well as Shi Tiiesheng, Wang Anyi, and Li Cunbao Those who have contacts also called to express their congratulations.

"Then Golden Flower Hotel! It's better to hit the sun some other time, tonight!"

"Congratulations are not necessary, I will look for you when the time comes."

Fang Minghua was also generous: "It's up to you, you can go anywhere!"

"Okay, okay, just tonight." Fang Minghua could only say.

These days, whether eating or staying here is synonymous with "luxury".

It's a Guangming Daily.

A piece of news was reported on the front page: "The winning novels of the second Mao Dun Award have been announced!"

These days, as soon as the news spread that a work could win the Mao Dun Literary Award, a supreme honor in the literary world, people came to the unit to congratulate him in an endless stream.

Fang Minghua's "Crossing Guandong" is suddenly included!
"Minghua, you are the first person to win the Mao Dun Award in our Qin Province. Do you want to invite me to a special invitation? Should I go to Xijing Restaurant or Golden Flower Hotel?"

"Okay, okay, then it's settled. I know you are a busy person now, so I won't disturb you. Bye."

Damn it, are you in such a hurry?
Looking at Bai Miao's eyes, he will not give up until he eats the dishes from the Golden Flower Hotel tonight.

Jinhua Hotel is newly opened this year. It is the first five-star foreign-related hotel in Qin Province. It is located at the cross of Jinhua Road in the East Second Ring Road. The single building with all-glass curtain wall is like a gem filled with dazzling light, attracting the attention of tourists from all over the city and everywhere.

Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa, and Lu Yao, who had just returned from Tongchuan not long ago, came to congratulate each other. Even the provincial leaders personally called to congratulate and entrusted the Provincial Propaganda Minister and the Provincial Department of Culture, as well as the Chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers Association The chairman and a large group of officials, big and small, came to the unit in person to congratulate him. For a time, there was an endless stream of leaders from the "Yanhe" magazine.

Fortunately, I will go to Yanjing to attend the award ceremony in two days.

But do you have to drink again in Yanjing?
Thinking of this, Fang Minghua couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, the phone on the desk rang. Fang Minghua picked it up and said feebly into the phone: "I'm Fang Minghua, who is this?"

"Editor Fang, this is Yang Xiao." A woman speaking Sichuan dialect came through the phone. "Hello, Editor Yang."

"Congratulations, you won the Mao Dun Literature Award. I called twice but no one answered."

"I'm sorry, Editor Yang, I have a lot of things going on lately and I'm often out of the office." Fang Minghua apologized.

"I understand, I understand, it's such a happy event."

"Oh, by the way, Editor Yang, let me tell you something." Fang Minghua suddenly remembered something and said quickly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the Galaxy Award Ceremony held in Rongcheng on December 12. The Mao Dun Award was also held in Yancheng on that day. It will be held in Beijing and I can’t make it, so I’m sorry, Editor Yang.”

"It doesn't matter. The Mao Dun Award is important after all. I understand. When the second Galaxy Award is held next year, you have to come."

"Don't worry, I will definitely come next year!"

"Well, I won't disturb you anymore. Goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

On the other end of the phone, Yang Xiao put down the phone.

"Editor Yang, are editor Fang coming?" There was another person standing in the office, Tan Kai, who had been promoted to deputy editor.

"I can't come," Yang Xiao said.

"Hey, in addition to the award ceremony, we also have a symposium. Many science fiction fans are here for him. Everything is ready, but he suddenly doesn't come. This" Tan Kai was a little anxious.

Yang Xiao also sighed slightly.

In fact, she made this call not only to express her congratulations, but also to ask if Fang Minghua could come.

I can't come to the award ceremony because of a conflict, but I can come to the symposium later.

But he didn't expect the other party to say that he didn't have time first, so he had no choice but to give up.

"There is no way our Galaxy Award can be compared with the Mao Dun Award?" Yang Xiao comforted his subordinates with a wry smile.

"It's natural for people to participate in that."

"However, after participating in the Mao Dun Award, you can come back in time to participate in our Galaxy Award. You won't be able to make it in time for the award ceremony, but there is no problem at all for the discussion." Tan Kai argued.

"It takes at least two days by train from Yanjing to Rongcheng. How can we make it in time?" Yang Xiao asked.

"You can take a plane. I called the airline and asked. There is a flight from Yanjing to Chengdu on the 9th."

By plane?
"Tan Kai, you asked me to come by plane? Who will reimburse the plane ticket? Besides, if Fang Minghua wins the award, there must be a group of friends in Yanjing to congratulate him. Can he escape?!" Yang Xiao asked.

This is also true.
Tan Kai nodded after hearing this.

"Okay. Let's change the plan temporarily. If Fang Minghua doesn't come, I will do the talking!" Yang Xiao returned to his usual calm appearance.

Here, Fang Minghua started packing his luggage and went to Yanjing to receive the award.

My mother, Zhang Fenglan, was both happy and worried. She was happy that her son was becoming more and more promising and actually won the Mao Dun Award.

What I'm worried about is that this time I go to Yanjing, will my friends drag me out for a drink again?

"Xiaohua, when you go to Yanjing this time, you must drink less." Zhang Fenglan helped her son pack his clothes and warned: "If you get drunk again, Tangtang will not be happy!"

"Okay, okay, I understand, I will never drink alcohol when I get to Yanjing!"

The next day, Fang Minghua boarded the train to Yanjing.

(End of this chapter)