Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

next door.

Zhang Xuan hugged Du Shuangling and asked, Are you tired today?

Du Shuangling put her head on his chest: I'm not tired. With you here, I won't be tired.

Thinking of what he saw and heard at Anchang Club, Du Shuangling raised his head and asked, Dear, who do you think the people who often go to Anchang Club are?

Zhang Xuan said: Successful people.

Du Shuangling asked: Are you yearning for it?

Zhang Xuan shook his head, kissed her and said: Maybe it's because my roots grew out of the mud. I'm not particularly adapted to this kind of place. One or two meals is fine, but more will be boring. I prefer The smell of human fireworks in the green mountains and dark waters.”

Du Shuangling was extremely satisfied with this, hugged him tightly and said, Me too.

Zhang Xuan said: So we are husband and wife.

Well, I give myself to you in this life. No matter you are poor or rich, no matter whether you are going through good times or bad, I will always be with you and never leave you.

This is Du Shuangling's oath and her promise.

She said this in her previous life and did the same thing in this life.

The old man was very moved when he heard that. Everyone can say fancy love words. Maybe the couple who vowed to unite in words and deeds could be counted as one, and Mi Jian was the other.

No, Mi Jian never speaks explicit words of love, not even when her love is strong. She prefers to accompany her silently.

Zhang Xuan pressed his forehead against hers: Fate is really a wonderful thing. If it comes, it can't be stopped. I always feel that God has treated me well and allowed me to meet you in this life. Do you know, Even though there are thousands of fireworks outside, only when you and I stay by my side can we feel that life is worthwhile, we will not feel lonely, and we will feel that life is meaningful.

Du Shuangling asked brightly: Dear, do you think we were husband and wife in our last life?

Zhang Xuan said: Definitely.

Du Shuangling looked at him lovingly: Then I will be your wife in my next life.

Zhang Xuan said yes.

The two whispered love words quietly, rustling...

At some point, a voice came.

Don't hold my hand, let me

No, this is Sister Tao's house, it's inconvenient.

I know, I'm measured.

No, just talk to me tonight.

The next day, the blue sky and white clouds enveloped the capital, and the sun was still high.

After Zhang Xuan and his party met with Editor-in-Chief Hong of People's Literature and others, they all rushed to the Great Hall of the People.

On the way, Zhang Xuan asked Tao Ge in a low voice: Have you communicated with the organizing committee?

Tao Ge said, Don't worry, I've already communicated with you. The auditorium is big enough.

That's good, thank you. This was the first time he came to such a solemn place. Zhang Xuan didn't want to disappoint the people from his hometown, so he asked one more question.

After passing the security check, everyone entered the auditorium smoothly.

Zhang Xuan arrived not too early, and when he walked in, he found that there were already many people inside.

And surprisingly, there were many more people in the audience than expected.

You can even see Zhou Keqin, Yao Xueyin, Mo Yingfeng, Gu Hua, Li Huai, Liu Xinwu, Ling Li and others who were winners of the Mao Dun Literature Award.

Looking along his line of sight, Tao Ge explained: Some of these people were invited to watch the ceremony. The winners of the previous session are here to present awards to you.

It turned out to be like this, Zhang Xuan was heartbroken.

It's just a pity that my favorite winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award, Mr. Lu Yao, is no longer here, which is really a pity.

Otherwise, I have to drag Mr. Lu over for a drink.

His seat was arranged in the center of the front row of the auditorium, together with the winners of this Mao Dun Literature Award.

When Zhang Xuan looked over, the other three winners, such as Wang Huo, the author of War and People, Liu Simen, the author of White Gate Willow, and Liu Yumin, the author of The Turbulent Autumn, also looked at him.

In this city hall, who is the most famous and respected in China?

That is undoubtedly Mr. Ba Yin.

But when it comes to international popularity, book sales, and who has the greatest influence?

That must be the young world-famous writer, Comrade Zhang Xuan.

Little did they know that the moment Zhang Xuan entered the auditorium, many people looked at him in unison.

Even those who didn't know him and were whispering to each other felt something strange, and then they inquired a little bit.

Oh, it turned out to be him!

As a result, his gaze was directed over with perfect accuracy.

Zhang Xuan smiled and greeted Wang Huo, Liu Simen, and Liu Yumin, and then sat down peacefully.

Really sit back and relax.

Regardless of the gazes in front or behind, or the curiosity on the left or right, he remained motionless and indifferent.

In the audience, Ai Qing slowly noticed this move and whispered to Ruan Xiuqin next to him: Xiuqin, you gave birth to a good son.

This was the first time that Ruan Xiuqin had heard this enemy give in verbally, and Ruan Xiuqin, who felt extremely relieved, nodded with a warm smile, and then said:

You're not bad either. Jingling and Shuangling are both so outstanding. Especially Shuangling, I like them very much.

The two had a small verbal exchange and looked at each other, each satisfied.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, when the time came, the Great Hall, which was bustling with people just now, instantly fell into dead silence.

You can hear the needle drop.

After the host of the conference made an impassioned opening statement, Mr. Ba Yin, a man with white hair, walked to the front desk, stood in front of the microphone and said:

At this moment, the place where we are standing - the Great Hall of the Chinese People - will witness with us the awarding of the fourth Mao Dun Literature Award.

For those of us who are committed to literature and art, the Great Hall of the People is a space rich in aura: the long history continues to grow with rich meanings, solemnly highlighting those glorious eras, and telling us about the people and people of the past. The story of the times, and calls us to continue that great story. The Great Hall of the People vividly explains to us what eternity is.”

Bang bang bang!

Everyone applauded.

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After the lengthy formality, Mr. Ba Yin continued:

“The four works that won awards tonight, “War and People,” “White Gate Willow,” “Tumultuous Autumn,” and “Latent,” embody the outstanding achievements of Chinese literature in the thriving new era from different angles.

Here, on behalf of the Chinese Writers Association, please allow me to express my high respect and warm congratulations to Wang Huo, Liu Simen, Liu Yumin, and Zhang Xuan, the four writers who won the 4th Mao Dun Literature Award!

I would like to express my high respect and deep gratitude to all the writers who work hard and have the courage to explore, to the judges of this Mao Dun Literature Award, and to the editors and critics who work hard for the literary cause!

Bang bang bang.

There was another round of applause.

Next comes the awards.

According to the procedure, the award was first given to Wang Huo, and judge Chen Ben read the award speech on behalf of the jury.

Seeing this person take the stage, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but think of what Tao Ge said to him afterwards: In the Mao Dun Literature Award Organizing Committee, the nine people headed by Chen Ben are the ones who are most opposed to you.

Tao Ge's words were still vivid in his mind, but Zhang Xuan's heart only fluctuated for a moment before calming down.

To put it bluntly, what is your current status?

If you go out of your way to be depressed for such a person, then this world is really not worth it.

Chen Ben said: War and People shines with the beauty of heroes, spirit, emotion and humanity.

With his extraordinary romantic passion, Wang Huo deeply eulogized the nobility, courage, innocence and soaring of life on the mountains and rivers against the backdrop of the majestic revolutionary war. The basic theme has been given a new interpretation. The gold and iron horses complement each other with poetry, calligraphy, rituals and music, making the work seem light and majestic.

After the award speech was read out, it was Liu Xinwu, the previous winner, who presented the award to Wang Huo.

Then Wang Huo delivered his acceptance speech.

After Wang Huo's award ceremony ended, Liu Simen was next to him, and Liu Yumin was the third...

This ranking was determined based on the winning order of the final round of voting by the Mao Dun Literature Award Organizing Committee at that time.

Insidious is the most controversial one, and it is also the fourth work confirmed to win, so it is naturally placed at the end of this award ceremony.

It was Liu Heiyu who read the award speech to Zhang Xuan.

Liu Heiyu said: March's writing is undoubtedly unique to the contemporary Chinese literary world. Latent tells the fate of people with special talents and writes the magical performance of individuals in a closed dark space.

The story of deciphering the code is legendary and full of suspense and mystery. At the same time, the human spiritual world is also richly and meticulously displayed.

March's novels have strange imagination, unique and exquisite conception, strange and changeable. His words are powerful and concise, like words soaked in pain, which can lead to unknowable valleys and an infinitely broad world.

His writing can exclusively enjoy a kind of secret, a kind of happiness, and an unexpected joy.

After the award speech was read out, Zhang Xuan stood up and walked to the front desk under the gaze of thousands of people.

First, he expressed his respect to Mr. Ba Yin.

Then he hugged Liu Heiyu warmly. Although the two of them said nothing, there were many understanding people present.

Without Liu Heiyu's strong arguments, lurking might not have reached the final round.

After greeting everyone on the stage politely, Zhang Xuan walked to the front of the podium.

I saw Zhang Xuan silently looking at the audience for three seconds, and then spoke:

I want to thank the sky and the luck far beyond the stars. I am not going to pretend to be serious, I want to tell the truth.

I was surprised that Latent was crowned with the Mao Dun Literature Award.

This is undoubtedly important to me, and it is difficult for me to treat it as an everyday thing and deal with it calmly and calmly.

On the other hand, it is because there are too many good works, far more than these four. This is doomed to a great deal of chance as to who gets and who doesn’t.

Just like the codebreaker Huang Yiyi in Latent finally broke the Zijin No. 1 code, it was not a formula, not a necessity, but a thought, a kind of chaos in the dark.

I think this is what we often call luck.

Then I would like to thank those revolutionaries who have made significant contributions to our motherland. They are elves among men, their wisdom can be turned into gold, and their rare and charming talent and courage could have made them the darlings of fame and fortune.

But because they are engaged in special professions, they have been living in a corner where the secular sun cannot shine. Their stories, their emotions, and their fates are our eternal secrets.

Facts have proved that all their efforts are worth it. The motherland is moving towards prosperity and the motherland is moving towards greatness again.

However, they couldn't see all this and it became a permanent miss, which was a pity.

The times become noisy in the blink of an eye, and the more noisy they are, the more vivid and bright their image in my heart becomes.

I know that times have changed, but I believe their spirit has not changed and their spirit continues. In this way, I recreated them in a magical way, which is the only way we can understand them - because their reality cannot be written.

I miss them very much at this moment. This is an era of dissolving heroes and nobility, and at the same time we need them desperately.

I even think that this award is not given to me, but to them: these people who remain as firm and peaceful as a rock in the hustle and bustle.

Finally, I would like to thank my mother, the organizing committee, People’s Literature, editor-in-chief Hong and Tao Ge, thank you!

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