Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 116 Award Ceremony
  Fang Minghua immediately went over to open the door and saw a very delicate girl standing at the door.

"I am Fang Minghua, who are you?"

The girl is a little shy.

"Hello, Teacher Fang. My name is Yu Shan. I am a student in the Chinese Department of Wuhan University and the author of "Female College Students' Dormitory"."

"Please come in." Fang Minghua invited the girl in and introduced them to each other. Yu Shan immediately called Teacher Lu Yao and Teacher Li.

Seeing that he was about to ask Teacher Fang again, Fang Minghua quickly said: "You don't have to be so polite. I'm a few years older than you. Just call me by my name, Fang Minghua."

Yu Shan had no choice but to change her story, but instead of calling him by his first name, she called him Editor Fang instead.

"I saw your room in the hall registration, so I came here to express my gratitude to you! Thank you, Editor Fang, for your affirmation of my article, and thank you, Teacher Lu, for your guidance!"

Of course, Fang Minghua and Lu Yao were polite, and then Fang Minghua said, "Yu Shan, are you okay tonight? I'm going to invite Brother Lu, Brother Li, and you to have a meal together."

Yu Shan is a southern girl, but she is also outgoing, and she immediately agreed: "Okay, then I will toast some teachers and ask you for advice on writing!"

Yu Shan chatted for a while, then said goodbye and left.

After she left, Li Baoyuan asked, "Xiao Fang, this girl is pretty good. She writes good novels and is also good at talking."

Isn't it?

In the evening, the four of them cooked some dishes at a nearby state-owned restaurant. The wine was Erguotou from Yanjing. Unexpectedly, Yu Shan, a southern girl, could also drink and be very generous. When he was drunk, Fang Minghua invited the two of them to submit suitable novels to Yanhe magazine.

Of course Yu Shan agreed, but Li Cunbao hesitated. "Xiao Fang, what I write is all about military affairs, so I guess it doesn't meet the requirements of your magazine."

"Be it military themes, didn't "Yanhe" also feature "Red Sun" written by Wu Qiang? Our current "Yanhe" aim is to be "inclusive and open to the public"!
  "Well, if there is anything suitable, I will send it to you directly!"

"Thank you, and at the same time, let's drink to the literature we both like!" Fang Minghua smiled at the wine glass, and the four of them stood up.

The next morning, the winning author was invited to the Writers Association.

Feng Mu, vice chairman of the Writers Association and deputy director of the jury this time, presided over the meeting. At the meeting, everyone had a lively chat about current creative issues. Some talked about their own creations and experiences, and some talked about their own creative experiences and lessons.

Everyone agreed that winning awards can only explain the past, but not the future. How to improve on the existing basis is a new topic. The participating writers all hope to write better works and make friends with readers.

In the afternoon, we went to the Great Hall of the People for a grand award ceremony.

The Writers' Association is a poor organization. We don't have a car and we can't afford to rent a car. Everyone takes the bus to go there in batches, but the distance is not very far.

Seeing the Great Hall of the People next to Tiananmen Square, everyone suddenly became excited. Some people had never even been to the capital, let alone enter this sacred palace?

Yu Shan was so excited that her face turned red.

The waiter quickly led them into the Great Hall. When they arrived at the Yanjing Hall on the second floor, many people had already arrived, including guests, reporters, and leaders, including Chairman of the Writers' Association Palladium and other leaders.

Palladium is almost eighty years old this year. He has white hair and is wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit. He looks energetic. He shakes hands with the award-winning authors one by one. When it is Fang Minghua's turn, Palladium has a kind face: "Comrade Xiao Fang, I will return to you in a while." I want to invite you to Shanghai."

Fang Minghua naturally understood what Palladium meant, and quickly replied: "Mr. Palladium, I will definitely come!"

Fang Minghua was followed by Yu Shan. She also shook hands with Palladium and asked Fang Minghua curiously: "Editor Fang, why did Palladium ask you to come to Shanghai?"

"The editorial department of "Harvest" once asked me to write a manuscript. I have already written it and sent it. I will probably review it in person." Fang Minghua replied in a low voice.

Wow. "Harvest"!
  An expression of envy immediately appeared on the girl's face.

Fang Minghua smiled slightly and said nothing.

The awards ceremony had not officially started yet. The writers were resting in the conference hall and talking in low voices. Fang Minghua saw Wang Meng again and hurried over to say hello.

"Hello, Chairman Wang."

Wang Meng participated this time as the award-winning author. The award-winning work was the novella "It's Difficult to Meet". “Hello, Xiaofang, how are you doing recently? I heard you became an editor?”

"President Huang insists on me doing it, but there is nothing I can do."

Wang Meng laughed after hearing this. "Young people, you have to bear the burden on yourself. You see, you will be 50 soon. As the saying goes, you know your destiny at the age of 50. Why don't you still have fun doing it now?"

Fang Minghua really admired this.

Their generation has wasted too much time, and now everyone is very motivated to make up for the lost time.

In addition to chatting with Wang Meng, Fang Minghua also met Jiang Zilong, Zhang Chengzhi, and a graceful woman-Wang Anyi from Shanghai.

Wang Anyi took the initiative to find Fang Minghua.

"Hello, I am Wang Anyi from Shencheng, and you are Fang Minghua, the editor of "Yanhe" magazine, right?"

"Hello, Editor Wang." The two shook hands.

Wang Anyi is now working as an editor at "Children's Times" in Shanghai.

"My mother said that if she meets someone from Yanhe magazine, she must ask me to say hello to her." Wang Anyi smiled.

Wang Anyi's mother is the famous writer Ru Zhijuan.

"Thank you. Is your mother in good health? Our Editor Zhang is very concerned about her." Fang Minghua replied.

"pretty good."

Wang Anyi paid so much attention to "Yanhe" magazine and her words were full of gratitude. She has her own reasons.

In the late 1950s, her mother's masterpiece "Lilies" was submitted to several magazines but was unwilling to be published.

"Lilies" is a short story, set against the backdrop of the War of Liberation. A small correspondent sends "I", a female soldier from the art troupe, to the frontier dressing station, and how they borrow a quilt from a new daughter-in-law who has just been married for three days after arriving at the dressing station. , showing the noble and pure interpersonal relationships in the war years, and praising the beauty of human nature and human feelings.

It was somewhat incompatible with the atmosphere at the time, and no one dared to publish it. Finally, "Yanhe" published it, and it had a great impact across the country after it was published.

That year, Mao Dun reviewed "Lily" and other novels in "Talk about Recent Short Stories".

Therefore, Ru Zhijuan was very grateful for this.

These stories were told by Fang Minghua from his old colleagues in the unit after he became an editor.

Now that he saw Wang Anyi, Fang Minghua would not forget his other identity, so he smiled and said, "Editor Wang, you are welcome to submit articles to our magazine."

"Editor Fang, you also know that what I write is basically about women's life. I'm worried that your magazine won't want it."

"How could it be? Look, didn't we recently publish the article "Female College Student Dormitory" written by Yu Shan, a female student from Wuhan University? The response was very good."

"Yu Shan, Yu Shan." Fang Minghua called.

Yu Shan was chatting with others when she heard Fang Minghua call her over.

"Let me introduce you to a writer. She is Wang Anyi of Shencheng, the author of "The Passage". Her mother is Ru Zhijuan."

"Hello, Teacher Wang." Now that Yu Shan saw someone older than herself, she opened her mouth to call her teacher.

Looking at the lively girl in front of him, Wang Anyi smiled: "Yu Shan, that novel you wrote is so good, the description is delicate and simple."

Seeing the two women chatting about literature, Fang Minghua left.

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