Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 117 116 First acquaintance with Shi Tiesheng

At three o'clock sharp, the award ceremony officially started.

Although it was a famous literary award ceremony and it was held in a high-profile place like the Great Hall of the People, the ceremony decoration seemed a bit shabby.

There is a row of seats on the rostrum, and a banner is hung on it, which reads: "The Third Excellent Novella and 82 Annual Excellent Short Story Award Ceremony of the Chinese Writers Association" in large characters.

Amidst warm applause, the award ceremony officially began. Mr. Palladium delivered a passionate speech on behalf of the Writers Association, congratulating the authors who won the literature award and encouraging them to write better works that the people would like to see.

After awarding certificates of honor to each author, Lu Yao delivered an acceptance speech on behalf of all award-winning writers.

His "Life" is really famous.

Today, Lu Yao changed into a clean gray tunic suit, even his leather shoes were cleaned. Standing on the podium, he held the manuscript and read in Mandarin with a Qinbei accent.

"When I receive a social honor, I always feel very ashamed. At such times, what emerges in front of my eyes are the simple mountains and rivers of the Loess Plateau in the western part of the motherland, the reclaimed and uncultivated land, and the bends on the land. The bowed fathers and brothers... It was the barren but nutritious land and the honest and wise people that raised me. Without them, there would be no me, let alone my works."

There was warm applause from both the stage and the audience.

I have to say that Lu Yao's speech is very well written. Just like his novels, the words are full of hot emotions.

After the award ceremony, a group photo was taken, and then reporters from major newspapers and magazines lurking in the audience swarmed in, looking for the people they wanted to interview.

Usually these writers are located in the southeast, northwest and northwest of the country, but now they appear together in the Great Hall of the People. It is really rare to see them.

Writers like Wang Meng, Lu Yao, and Jiang Zilong who became famous earlier or whose award-winning works are popular are naturally the targets of reporters.

Fang Minghua is considered young among all the award-winning authors, and he has won awards for both short and medium stories, and has become the target of reporters' pursuit.

"Hello, Comrade Fang Minghua, I am a reporter from Guangming Daily. Your short stories and short stories have all won awards. What do you think about this?"

"I feel very excited and also very scared. Thank you to the readers for their support. Because I am young, I still have to learn from my predecessors."

"After your award-winning novella "The Sun Also Rises" was published, there was a lot of controversy. What is your comment?"

"Isn't this a reflection of the party's idea of ​​"letting a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend"?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

This young man reacted quite quickly.

The reporter applauded in his heart and asked a concluding question: "Then what else do you want to say to the readers?"

"I will use your encouragement as motivation to write better works to give back to readers. At the same time, I also hope that all literature lovers, whether you are professional or amateur, will pick up your pen and write boldly. , feel free to submit articles, welcome to "Yanhe" magazine! "Inclusive and open to the public" is the purpose of our magazine!"

My goodness
  This advertisement actually reached the Great Hall of the People!
  The reporter was stunned.

In the evening, the Writers Association held a banquet at the famous Qianmen Jianguo Hotel near Tiananmen Square to entertain these authors from all over the country.

Although the wine was ordinary Erguotou, everyone drank it happily.

This time, Fang Minghua took the initiative and drank frequently with the writers. Those he knew and those he didn't knew became friends after a glass of wine.

There is only one purpose: to submit articles to "Yanhe" magazine.

According to the rules of the Writers Association, the winning author can stay in Yanjing for two more days, visit relatives and friends, and have fun. The accommodation and food for these two days will be paid for by the Writers Association. Of course, you have to pay for the tickets yourself.

Lu Yao said he was going to his father-in-law's house, and Linda brought some things to her parents. Li Cunbao went to find his comrades in Yanjing. Both Yu Shan and Wang Anyi came to Yanjing for the first time. Fang Minghua volunteered to take them to visit the Forbidden City, the Summer Palace, Beihai Park, etc. Of course, they could not forget to row.

Sing the popular song "Let's Swing the Oars".

He had a great time, but Fang Minghua still had something on his mind. He wanted to visit someone.

When he returned to the guest house in the evening, Lu Yao also came back, so he asked tentatively: "Brother Lu, do you know a writer named Shi Tiesheng in Yanjing who worked in Qinbei." Unexpectedly, Lu Yao laughed and said: "We know each other, why don't we know each other? I was in Yanchuan at the time, and he was there too. I once went to the county for a meeting, and we met once. Then I heard that my legs were sick and I returned to Yanjing. I didn't expect that I ended up paralyzed. Last year, I I came to Yanjing to find him, but I was pressed for time and didn’t know where he lived. Hey, he is a young man who likes sports, talks and laughs."

At the end, Lu Yao sighed.

"I want to visit him tomorrow, shall we?" Fang Minghua said.

"Okay, but I don't know where he lives? Do you know?"

"I don't know either, but I can find out."

"Ask who?"

"Chairman Wang Mengwang, he is the vice chairman of the Yanjing Writers' Association. Shi Tiesheng heard that he has just joined the Yanjing Writers' Association, so he should know where he lives."

"Okay, let's go tomorrow!"

The next morning, Fang Minghua and Lu Yao first visited Wang Meng and asked about Shi Tiiesheng.

"You said Tiesheng, you should go and visit. But I'm probably not at home at this time, in Ditan Park." Wang Meng said.

Yanjing, Ditan Park.

Spring has arrived, the trees are showing new buds, and not far away are the sounds of children playing. Shi Tiiesheng is sitting alone in a wheelchair, watching everything blankly.

I have been sitting in a wheelchair for a full ten years. I no longer have the pain, despair, and even anger I felt at the beginning. I gradually calmed down and began to calm down and savor the world, and then turned it into words on paper.

What you feel, what you think.

The world is still beautiful.

Just like the garden in front of me, it accompanies me like an old friend.

It is spring.

If the scenery in the garden corresponds to the four seasons, spring is a path that is sometimes pale and sometimes dark, and the sky is sometimes bright and sometimes dark with strings of poplar flowers swaying;

In summer, there are dazzling and scorching stone benches, or cool stone steps covered with moss. There are peels under the steps and half a wrinkled newspaper on the steps;
  Autumn is a large bronze bell. There was a large bronze bell abandoned in the northwest corner of the garden. The bronze bell is as old as the garden, covered with green rust, and the characters are no longer clear;
  In winter, there are a few old sparrows with fluffy feathers in the forest clearing.

How about using your mood to correspond to the four seasons? Spring is the season of illness, otherwise it would be difficult for people to discover the cruelty and longing of spring?
  Shi Tiesheng was thinking quietly as before.

At this moment, he saw two men walking over and smiling at him.

He saw clearly and smiled in return.

He knew the older one.

I don't know the younger one, but I feel familiar.

It's like friends who have never met before, but feel like they know each other and reminisce about old times.

"Hello, Tie Sheng, long time no see."

"Hello, Lu Yao, this should be Fang Minghua, right?"

"Hello, I am Fang Minghua."

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