The literary era since 1979

Chapter 311

Early morning, October Literature and Art Publishing House.

The script of "A Day of a Heroic Mother" was written in dialect, so even the revision of "Malice" was temporarily put aside.

It was quiet here, but Tian Zengxiang's seat was full of people, who were looking at the newspaper and screaming.

"Disciple, what are they looking at? Why is it so lively?"

"Master, the results of this year's Golden Rooster Awards have been announced."

Sui Lijun congratulated him and said: "Your works "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" and "A Bite of China" have won many awards!"

"That's right!"

Tian Zengxiang said excitedly, "Yanzi, you are really good at hiding things. You didn't even share such good news with us!"

"I don't have time to go to this year's Golden Rooster Awards."

Fangyan rolled his eyes.

"Did not go?"

Zhang Shouren was inevitably surprised, and only after Sui Lijun reminded him did he remember that he had been busy writing novels or making plans for the Spring Festival Gala recently.

Although Gong Xing had already told him the award results, Fang Yan still took the newspaper and took a closer look.

"A Bite of China" is undoubtedly the "Best Documentary", and "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" has won many awards including Best Feature Film, Best Actor, Best Supporting Actor, Best Art Direction, Best Editing, Best Photography, and of course, Best Screenplay, and it also won the Golden Rooster Award twice.

But none of these can compare to the good news that "Gong Xing won the Golden Rooster Award for Best Actress"!
"Hey, Yanzi, shouldn't you show some appreciation?"

Tian Zengxiang winked and said, "Let's find a restaurant someday and have a good meal."

Fang Yan said, "That's no problem. How about setting it at the end of the month?"

"I think we should choose the 31st," Zhang Shouren said, "It can be used as a New Year's Day celebration and a farewell party."

"Farewell party? Farewell for whom?"

Tian Zengxiang, Sui Lijun and others looked at each other.

Zhang Shouren officially announced in front of everyone that Fang Yan would be seconded. Starting from the new year, he would be transferred to Renwen Press as the director of the contemporary literature editorial department and deputy editor, to assist Wang Meng in carrying out reforms in the editorial department of People's Literature.

"Does that mean Master won't come back?"

Sui Lijun's tone was full of reluctance.

Fang Yan smiled. Although the mentoring only lasted about a year, he had developed a bond with her. He patted her on the shoulder:

"With your current professional level, you have already graduated!"

"Master."

Sui Lijun said with some sadness.

At this moment, everything is quiet.

In the editorial office, the atmosphere of sadness became increasingly intense.

"Hey, it's not like Yanzi won't come back."

Tian Zengxiang clapped his hands, "Besides, going to Renwen Press is also a good thing. We can get his manuscripts in the future."

Fangyan took out a manuscript from the drawer and said, "I have prepared the manuscript for the first issue of October next year."

"Let me see!"

As soon as Zhang Shouren got the copy, everyone rushed forward and passed it around.

Tian Zengxiang was surprised. "Ya Zi, don't you have a novel that will be published in Japan soon?"

"That one is not suitable for October."

Fangyan plans to send "The Ring" to the only surviving science fiction literary journal, "Science Fiction Literature and Art".

“This is a mystery novel.”

As soon as they read the beginning, they were all amazed.

Fang Yan said: "This is called social reasoning, which focuses on realism and social contradictions. It is considered serious literature in popular literature."

Zhang Shouren couldn't help but sigh: "Isn't that similar to "The Grandmaster Huang Feihong"?"

Everyone present had a smile on their face and said nice things, but in the end they couldn't hold it back.

Sui Lijun's eyes were slightly red and her nose was sore, "Master."

Fangyu's tone was firm, "Don't cry. Take good care of our October for me in the future."

"Don't worry, we won't let the good situation we worked so hard to build be ruined."

After Tian Zengxiang finished speaking, it was Zhang Shouren and Yan Ming's turn. They offered their blessings one by one, saying similar words at the same time.

The editorial department of "October" is the home of dialect.

These people are all the dialect’s mother’s family.

Finally, it was Lu Yuanchi. When he arrived, he was holding a box containing a brand new Shanghai watch:
“This is a token of our appreciation.”

"Thank you all for taking care of me over the years!" Fang Yan looked around and choked up. "Fighting side by side with you to make October bigger and stronger and create brilliant achievements is my most unforgettable time and the greatest honor."

Amidst the loud applause, everyone got together and agreed to have a good drink the day before New Year's Day, and not leave until they were drunk.

So, sure enough, on December 12st, when night fell, everything became hazy.

Gong Xing stood at the gate of the courtyard, staring longingly at the dim alley. A street lamp emitted a faint yellow light.

Fang Hong came out and said, "Xiaoxiang, let's go inside first."

Gong Xing worriedly asked, "Will something happen to Yan Zi?"

"No, no, I didn't say that on the phone just now. Yanzi is just drunk." Fang Hong comforted him, "Yuemin has already gone to pick him up. He will be fine, don't worry."

Gong Xing secretly blamed himself and said, "If I had known earlier, I should have gone with them."

"Don't say that." Fang Hong looked at her standing in the cold wind, feeling both distressed and relieved.

At this moment, two figures turned in from the entrance of the alley, walking slowly in the cold weather.

Gong Xing and Fang Hong immediately ran out of the yard and saw Fang Yan staggering, so drunk that he could hardly walk.

"Why did you drink so much?"

Gong Xing hurried forward and gave him a hand.

Fang Hong said, "Quick, carry Yanzi into the house."

"Which room?" Han Yuemin spoke in dialect and walked slowly into the yard.

“This one!”

Gong Xing led them directly to his room.

Although it was freezing cold outside, it was warm inside the house. The light as bright as day illuminated the entire bedroom, and even the bright red bedding on the bed.

Fangyan was already drunk and unconscious. As soon as he lay down on the bed, he stretched out his arms and legs, making the shape of a big “木”.

"Ouch, why is it so much heavier than before?"

There was a hint of disdain in Fang Hong's tone as an older sister.

Gong Xing smiled sweetly and thanked her immediately, "Sister, it's getting late and quite cold, you two should go back and get some rest. Leave Yanzi to me, I will take good care of him."

"Alright."

Fang Hong and Han Yuemin smiled at each other and said, "Then I'll leave Yan Zi to you." Then he patted the back of her hand and reminded her again and again to remember to go to the house in Nanluoguxiang on New Year's Day tomorrow.

Gong Xing readily agreed and sent them out. When he came back, he was holding a basin of ice water.

"Snoring, snore, snore."

Fangyan tilted his head and let out a soft snoring sound.

Gong Xing took the thermos, poured hot water into the cold water, wrung out the towel, and then gently wiped his face.

Fangyan raised his arms in a daze and put them around her waist.

"It's weird again!"

"Even when drunk, you still don't behave!"

Seeing his silly behavior after drinking, Gong Xing couldn't help but poke his cheek or press his nose upwards to make it look like a pig's nose.

"huh huh huh huh."

Fangyan felt his nose itchy and started to snort.

"Pfft."

Hearing the pig-like sound, Gong Xing laughed out loud and said, "If you do something naughty again, I will draw a pig's head on your face." After "playing with" him for a while, he took care of him carefully and seriously.

Fangyan was stripped down to his long-sleeved shirt and long trousers, and his entire body was covered with thick bedding. One could almost smell a faint fragrance in his nose.

"call."

After Gong Xing finished everything, he let out a light breath, rubbed his red, frozen hands, and turned on the recorder.

I could only hear Teresa Teng’s “Walking on the Road of Life” playing slowly: “With you by my side, even though the road is long, I am not tired.”

"I will accompany you on your journey,
After crossing the peak, another peak appears...

I wish to cover up the pain with laughter.
Sad or happy,
Find new discoveries every day,
Let the wind blow.
Give us both a test.

Little raindrops, sprinkle with confidence, we have already made up our minds to move forward. "

The melodious and gentle singing voice also reached Fangyan's ears, and his eyelids moved involuntarily.

At the same time, the fragrance in my nose became stronger and stronger, and I felt as if I was surrounded by a cluster of flowers.

Gong Xing and he were squeezed into the same bed. Under the light, she stared at him with burning eyes and suddenly kissed him.

This kiss lasted until 1984.

(End of this chapter)