Back to 80: My literary life.

Chapter 351 Yu Hua wins the annual outstanding novella award

Fang Minghua didn't know that the two girls were talking about him behind his back. In the past few days, apart from eating and sleeping, he had been revising "The Ordinary World" and took time to write "The Dagger in the Snow" - Life is hanging on the line.

Of course, I will never forget to go to a large state-owned store near the cotton factory not far from the school and buy more than a dozen packs of San Xian Yi noodles.

Today is Thursday, and there will be classes tomorrow afternoon. Fang Minghua temporarily stopped coding work in the afternoon to prepare for tomorrow's classes.

Tomorrow we will talk about stream-of-consciousness novels, so of course we need to give specific examples of books. On Monday, he mentioned so many book titles in one breath. The main purpose is to broaden the students' horizons and expand their knowledge.

There are actually two novels used as examples, one is "The Sun Also Rises" written by myself, and the other is "Spots on the Wall".

This is a short stream of consciousness novel written by Virginia Woolf. It was published in 1917 and is also her first stream of consciousness work.

The novel is written in an inner monologue, with the heroine triggering free associations from a spot on the wall, using a psychological structure that "records" the flow of the character's consciousness.

It has no storyline. It is based on the order in which the dust falls into the mind of "I" after seeing the "spots", as the main structure of the novel, in order to show the "inner reality" of "I" at this moment, and to integrate the consciousness of the characters. Flow is placed in the main position of the work.

Typical stream of consciousness writing technique.

Anyway, if you win, you will get a bonus of 300 yuan, which is enough to treat you.

"Yes, if it were me, I would treat everyone for three days!"

The administrator took out the loan book and quickly looked up the name of the borrower: "It's Yu Hua from the workshop."

He had read this novel, but unfortunately he did not have it on hand now, so he went to the library to borrow it. The staff told him that the library had two collections of novels by Virginia Woolf, but they had both been borrowed. Until now Haven't come back yet.

Fang Minghua smiled slightly and looked at Yu Hua, who was a little excited: "You have to invite this guest."

When they saw Fang Minghua coming, they all said hello.

"Teacher Fang said, then I'll invite you! Just tonight! It's the same restaurant in the free market." Yu Hua agreed immediately.

"Yu Hua, what are you doing? Does everyone want you to treat us?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yu Hua, why don't you treat us to such a big happy event?"

"I'll go find him." Fang Minghua turned around and left the library.

not bad.
"Yanhe" magazine recommended a total of six novels, four of which won awards. This achievement is a beautiful report card for any magazine.

Fang Minghua looked carefully. In addition to Yu Hua's "1986", Mo Yan's "Red Sorghum" and Wang Anyi's "Little Baozhuang" won the Outstanding Novella Award, and the article "Party Secretary Steps Down" written by Zou Zhian "Singing a Big Opera" won the Best Short Story Award.

"Really? Where is the newspaper? Let me see it."

Fang Minghua probably borrowed it from the students in the workshop. Generally no one would read this kind of niche novel.

Fang Minghua walked over curiously. The door was open. There were already six or seven students inside, all from his class.

What a good thing? I want Yu Hua to treat me.

Yu Hua lived above Fang Minghua's head on the fourth floor. He went up to the fourth floor and walked in the corridor. Before he reached the door, he heard bustling sounds coming from inside.

"Which student borrowed it?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Teacher Fang, you don't know?" He Liwei said first: "This year's list of National Short and Medium Story Excellence Awards has been announced. "1986" written by Yu Hua won the Outstanding Novella Award!"

Immediately, a practitioner handed over a copy of Guangming Daily.

Oh, it's him.

"Teacher Fang, I invite you too."

Fang Minghua nodded, he had to accept this invitation.

But why is it like in Xijing, with Jia Pingwa and the others?

Always eating and drinking.

Of course, he didn't forget about business. He asked Yu Hua to borrow the book "Spots on the Wall" and left.

Drinking at night, I have to finish preparing for the class.

Besides, upstairs, Yu Hua decided to treat a guest. Those students who encouraged him left one after another, leaving Yu Hua and He Liwei alone in the dormitory. When treating guests, you need to decide who to invite.

Although he had not been in Luyuan for a long time, the more than thirty people in the class had obviously begun to form small groups. Yu Hua invited people he could usually talk to, and naturally he would not invite people who had not said a word or could not even be called by name.

With the advice of He Liwei, Yu Hua quickly came up with a list of people to treat, a total of eight people.

These eight people have one thing in common: they all come from local cultural centers or the Federation of Literary and Art Circles!
With the same work unit and experience, we can naturally chat together.

Including Fang Minghua, there are only nine people, and there seems to be one less person to sit at a table of ten.

"How about we call Liao Runbo? I heard that he is also from the local cultural center." He Liwei suggested.

But Yu Hua shook his head and explained.

"He and I have never said a word. If you invite someone to dinner, do you think I'm showing off? Forget it."

He Liwei felt that what he said made sense, so that was all.

In fact, Yu Hua has his own ideas.

He stood in front of the desk, looked at the small mirror on the desk, smoothed his messy hair with his hands to make it look neater, and then walked out the door.

"Yu Hua, why are you going?" He Liwei asked.

"Something happened." Yu Hua said and walked out of the room.

He went downstairs, walked straight to the second floor opposite, went up to the second floor and knocked on the door of a dormitory.

"Who is it?"

"I, Yu Hua."

The door opened and Li Hongying came out.

"Yu Hua, what's going on?"

"Is Chen Hong here?" Yu Hua glanced into the room.

"She went to the library, are you looking for her?"

"No, no, I'm looking for you two." Yu Hua said quickly: "That's what happened. One of my novels won the Best Outstanding Novel Award this year, and several classmates in the class insisted on letting me treat them. I would also like to invite you both to participate.”

"Winning the award? Congratulations, will Teacher Fang go?" Li Hongying asked.

"Of course, I submitted this novel to "Yanhe" and Teacher Fang personally reviewed it."

"Okay, I'll go too!"

"Okay, when Chen Hong comes back, you must tell her that we will still be at the restaurant in the Free Market at six o'clock tonight."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Okay then, bye!"

Not long after Yu Hua left, Chen Hong came back from the library with a book in her arms. She was surprised to hear Li Hongying talk about Yu Hua's treat.

"Yu Hua's novel won an award? Is it so awesome?"

"Yeah, to be honest, I admire him very much. It's really not easy to win this award. That guy looks slovenly, but I didn't expect him to be quite talented." Li Hongying also said with emotion.

"Yeah." Chen Hong nodded quickly.

"Chen Hong, let's go together later. Yu Hua is here specifically to invite you."

After hearing what Li Hongying said, Chen Hong hurriedly edited: "Why are you inviting me specifically? And you, aren't you inviting both of us?"

"Hmph, how could I not see that guy's little thoughts?" Li Hongying snorted: "Okay, let's not talk about this, I have to read quickly, there is Teacher Fang's class tomorrow afternoon!"

(End of this chapter)