The literary era since 1979

Chapter 122 Sometimes You Don’t Treat Me as a Human Being (asking for monthly tickets)
On August 8, the list of winners of the "First National Excellent Novella Award" was announced, with a total of 8 works selected.

According to the number of public recommendation votes and the judges' opinions, "Dark War" ranked first among the 16 articles, echoing the current popularity of "Insidious", adding fuel to the fire.

The attention paid to "spy warfare" in literature has reached a new level.

Fangyan, the "Father of Spy Warfare", not only created the theme of "spy warfare", but also turned spy warfare literature from unpopular to popular, raising it to a level comparable to war literature.

It is like a new gold mine of military literature!
As the pioneering work of spy novels, "Dark War" surpasses many veteran authors such as Wang Meng and Chen Rong, and there is no controversy in the literary world.

"Wenyi Bao", "Xuexue Bao", and the literary supplements of mainstream comprehensive newspapers, in their reports on the 16 award-winning works, focused on evaluating dialects and "Dark War".

The award ceremony will be held at the end of the month.

Jiang Zilong, Gu Hua and other award-winners came to Yanjing one after another and stayed in the designated guesthouse.

"Purple Dragon, Ancient Birch!"

Fangyan received the message and immediately came on his bike.

"Iwako!"

Seeing him push the door open, Jiang Zilong and Gu Hua were surprised and happy.

The three of them exchanged greetings and talked about their recent situations. They all had rosy faces and were obviously living a good life.

"If there is a national award for outstanding novels in the future, and I am a judge, I will definitely vote for Lurking."

Gu Hua poured water for Fang Yan with a smile.

“I agree with this!”

Jiang Zilong said: "When I first watched "Insidious", I was completely obsessed and couldn't move my eyes away at all. Even if I was pouring a glass of water or going to the toilet, I would not be able to follow the plot when I came back."

"This fully demonstrates how ingenious Yan Zi's story structure is for "The Hidden". In particular, Yu Zecheng skillfully uses 'office politics' to complete one hidden mission after another."

Gu Hua said: "This kind of thinking is unprecedented!"

"Don't just blame me, you guys are not bad either."

Fang Yan laughed and said, "If I were a judge, I would vote for Zilong's "Symphony of Pots and Pans" and Lao Gu's "Wooden House Covered with Ivy", but this first place..."

Then he changed the subject, "It has to be "The Great Qin Splitting"!"

Jiang Zilong joked, "Yanzi, you are so greedy. We each get one prize, and you want to take two."

"Hahaha!"

The three of them looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Then, Fangyan asked about the creative task this time.

Jiang Zilong planned to write about the mechanical field. Before becoming a professional writer, he worked as the deputy director of the workshop of Tianjin Heavy Machinery Factory.

I am very familiar with the mechanics.

"I plan to write in the direction of the forest area." said Gu Hua.

"Is it the same as your article "The Ivy-covered Cabin"? Is it also going to be about forestry workers?"

Fangyan asked him to write an article, and this was the one he got.

Gu Hua nodded. "Yes, I have done a long and in-depth investigation in the Wuling Mountain Forest Area. I plan to create works for these woodcutters in the deep mountains and forests to attract more readers to pay attention to them."

Jiang Zilong said, "Now that we've talked about ours, Yanzi, it's time to talk about yours. Which field are you going to write about?"

Fangyan replied: "I haven't decided yet, I might choose between railways and post and telecommunications."

"Yanzi is a person who never has a clear idea at the beginning, but once he does, he can often write amazing works!"

Gu Hua gave him an approving look.

Jiang Zilong said: "What Lao Gu said makes sense!"

"It's a good thing that it's still early before the deadline, so I can take my time to think about it."

Fangyan took a sip of water.

"Good works are the result of hard work," Gu Hua comforted.

Fangyan said: "By the way, you guys plan to publish your novel in..."

"Yanzi still can't forget his old profession and is thinking about his manuscript again. But this time, you are too late. Our manuscripts have been targeted by our respective provincial writers' associations and literary federations."

Jiang Zilong shook his head and laughed.

"Let's not talk about this. We finally get together once."

Gu Hua glanced at Jiang Zilong, then at Fang Yan: "Yanzi, shouldn't you show some hospitality as a host?"

Fangyan said, "I had it in mind when I came here. Let's buy some good food and wine, and then go to Tiesheng's house. How about that?"

"The Tie Sheng family?!"

Gu Hua and Jiang Zilong looked at each other and said, "This is a good idea!"

………………

No. 26 Lama Temple Street.

There is a small courtyard at the entrance to the slum, which contains two small northern rooms and a self-built small kitchen.

Shi Tiesheng lived in a small bungalow on the left. At this time, Teresa Deng's singing voice came from the house, melodious and graceful.

“I remember when I was little, my mother taught me to sing.”

“There is no beautiful melody, no beating notes, but there is mother’s love and care.”

"I'll keep it in my heart forever and ever."

"Until I'm old..."

"Tie Sheng! Tie Sheng!" The three people in Fangyan were carrying food and drinks and shouting as they walked.

The music stopped abruptly and Shi Tiesheng stuck his head out of the window.

"Iwako!"

"Purple Dragon! Ancient Birch!"

I greeted Jiang Zilong and Gu Hua, feeling both surprised and happy.

Jiang Zilong asked curiously: "Tie Sheng, what was that song just now? Why have I never heard it before?"

"This song is called 'Mom's Song.'" Shi Tiesheng sorted out the things on the table. "This is the tape that Yanzi lent me."

Everyone put their lunch boxes and rice bowls on the table, which were filled with steaming food packed from Yuebin Restaurant.

Fangyan asked Shi Lan for bowls and chopsticks, and put fried peanuts, pickled radish, smashed cucumber, and pea yellow on them.

"I brought you your favorite pea yellow."

"Thank you, I'll just have a bite of this."

Shi Tiesheng reached for the wine bottle and was glared at by Shi Lan.

Jiang Zilong advised: "Tiesheng, don't drink it."

"You came all the way to see me, so you still have to have a cup."

Shi Tiesheng waved his hand.

Seeing Shi Lan's worried expression, Fang Yan smiled and poured boiled water into his cup. "Xiao Lan, please pour some wine for us brothers. As for how much your brother wants to pour, it's all up to you."

"Okay, one cup then!"

When Shi Lan saw that it was white wine mixed with water, his brows relaxed.

"Yanzi, you... this..."

Shi Tiesheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Come on, come on, if you don't want to drink, we won't even give you a drop of wine, and you'll just have to watch us drink."

Fangyan smiled and said, "You'll be so greedy."

Shi Tiesheng felt that the atmosphere was becoming harmonious, so he gave him a grateful look, raised his glass, and couldn't help but said excitedly:
"cheers!"

"cheers!"

With a clang, everyone clinked their glasses.

Shi Tiesheng tasted wine for the first time in a long time. Although it was as light as water and only a few drops were left, his shoulders trembled slightly.

Fangyan does not consider himself a disabled person or a patient.

Even when we were playing football, we didn't treat him as a human being.

At this moment, a bright smile appeared on his face.

While eating and chatting, Jiang Zilong and others heard that Shi Tiesheng had quit his temporary job due to limited energy and devoted his time to literature:
"So, Tiesheng intends to devote himself to writing?"

"Yes, I'm writing an essay recently. The title is "Autumn Nostalgia". I plan to finish it in the fall."

There was a hint of nostalgia in Shi Tiesheng's tone.

"And then publish it in the fall, what do you think?"

Fangyan raised his eyebrows.

"Tiesheng, Yanzi likes your manuscript."

Gu Hua poked Shi Tiesheng with his arm.

"If Yanzi likes it, just take it!"

Shi Tiesheng drank a few drops of wine and became more relaxed.

"Hey, don't worry, I'm not polite."

Fangyan raised his glass and gestured to clink glasses with him.

After chatting for a while, they talked about the National Excellent Novella Award. When Shi Tiesheng heard "Lu Yao", his eyes suddenly lit up:
"The place where I worked in the countryside was Yanchuan."

"Really? What a coincidence."

Fangyan and the others were very surprised.

"I went to the countryside and he returned home. We were both educated youth."

Shi Tiesheng felt quite regretful.

At that time, he was feeding cattle in the village and had little chance to move around. However, some of his classmates who had met Lu Yao said that his poems and novels were well written, and that he was young, thoughtful and ambitious, with a bright future. It was a pity that they never had the chance to meet him.

"It just so happens that he is coming to Yanjing to receive the award this time."

Fangyan asked if he wanted to take this opportunity to get to know her.

“It would be great if it were possible!”

Shi Tiesheng was very excited.

Fang Yan said, "I'll bring my camera with me. It's such a rare opportunity. Let's take a photo together as a souvenir."

As soon as this was said, everyone agreed.

Watching his friends clinking glasses with each other, Shi Tiesheng felt warm in the joyous atmosphere. Even the word "death" could be forgotten in the face of friendship and happiness.

(End of this chapter)