This large conference room in No. 1 Middle School can accommodate nearly 100 people, which is a bit like a small auditorium. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info so now there are more than a dozen people inside, empty, but still surrounded by the middle two people.

The topic progressed quickly, Gu Haiyan looked back at the time she watched "The Oracle", listened to Lin Haven read out the fate of "The Goddess", and sighed for a short year. Overall, it is relatively polite, speaking of which, Gu Haiyan is actually a scholar-type official, she was a local school leader, and she was later transferred to the local government, so for literary and artistic scholars like Lin Haiwen, there is a little distance, but there is a little bit of involvement, this kind of length that is not far away from each other allows her to calm down.

But the one sitting with her looked like he was about 70 years old, and his qualifications were very heavy.

"Classmate Lin Haiwen, I've heard too much of your name during this time, young man, you can't be too popular, it's a blessing. ”

Where did the stupid fork come from? He lived to be a dog at his age? Lin Haven is really happy, since he made his career, he can't say that he has met fewer opponents, Hai Lanxin, Tianyun Entertainment, Zhang Yun, etc., there is really no one who offends people when they meet, after all, he can mix to a certain height, and he is not a fool after all.

This person is very interesting, the big guy's face on the side changed, he didn't look at it at all, and he spoke directly.

"Today, the city specially invited me out, and I thought it was something big, but it turned out that I asked you to write a few poems for the local newspaper in the city. Young people, you can't forget your roots, the older generation of people, no matter how big an official you have done, how much you have achieved, how much you have achieved, you will not forget your roots, there is something in your hometown, and you will never shirk it. You just have a little name, and you don't have any serious works, and you refuse to agree to a small request from the leader of your hometown?"

Sure enough, Lin Haven was still waiting for the action of "Linchuan Evening News", they had not moved for more than half a month before, and they thought they had really given up, but they didn't expect to fall here. He looked hard, but he really didn't recognize it, who is this big and shocking person, is it a retired big man?

"When I was in the capital, I was asked to invite manuscripts, and I had to queue up. But there is a life in my hometown, so I will come back to work and dedicate myself to the people of my hometown. Your generation does not talk about dedication, does not talk about sacrifice, only talks about individuals, and only talks about interests, which is not appropriate. ”

Lin Haven was a little confused, he was not very familiar with the industry, and he had never heard of any great writers or poets in Linchuan.

Listening to this old comrade, I talked about the events of the year for a while, such as this capital, what periodicals, what awards. Lin Haven is more and more wrong the more he listens to it, this journal, and there are, but it is two grades worse than the supplement "Poetry Style" of "People's Literature and Art", and it has never been brilliant. As for that award, it no longer exists - when he was in the Youth Art Competition, he still knew about it, and there were only a few literary awards with names and surnames. The Engineering Award of the Civilization Committee and the Red Flag Award of the Propaganda Department are the most important in the system. Professionally, the Youth Art Competition, the Guo Huaiming Literature Award and the Sa Bing Literature Award under the Writers' Association are the first three, and the rest of the awards are no longer in the stream.

"Well, I think-"

"Don't interrupt other people, especially those who weigh more than you, or you're going to suffer. The old comrade looked unhappy, and he was quite angry and taught Lin Haven to be a man.

Lin Haiwen looked at Principal Wang Deyi, then at Old Man Wang, and Gu Haiyan, and found that the faces of these people were also very exciting.

He smiled and raised his voice, "Which one are you?"

"You, what did you say?"

"I mean, who are you? I don't know you, and you haven't introduced yourself yet. ”

At this point, the old man Wang found an opportunity to cut in, "cough, this is Mr. Tong Fusheng, our earliest well-known writer in Linchuan, later, returned to the city, served as the director of the cultural center, and made great contributions to the construction of cultural work in the city." Leaders at all levels are very respectful. ”

Lin Haven nodded, indicating that he understood, an old man who was spoiled by the vassal and elegant leaders, "It turned out to be Mr. Tong, although I have not heard of your name, nor have I seen your works, let alone what earth-shattering contributions you made back then, but I am still very moved by your strong feelings for Linchuan."

Speaking of which, a few days ago, I went to Beijing to attend a seminar on my new poetry collection, and there were three or four vice presidents of the National Writers' Association. There is a person surnamed Chen, and he also talked about the journal you mentioned, saying that when he was twelve or thirteen years old, he also submitted it, but in recent years, it has become more and more bad, which makes him very sad. When you wrote the manuscript back then, it was called "Spring Light", right? Is it still very difficult to win? And your award, I guess it was because the level of the writers behind me was too low to be awarded, and now it seems that it has been withdrawn. Hey, it's also those of us who come after us who are not angry, and we will be satisfied with the "Ancient Poetry Guanzhi", unlike when you were at that time, you had high requirements for yourself, which was admirable. ”

After Lin Haiwen finished speaking, he smiled lightly, swept his eyes, and turned to Gu Haiyan, "Speaking of this hometown, that day, Mr. Chen Zhongwen also took the time to participate, and I also felt the warmth of the hometown people." ”

"Oh, Chen Zhongwen, you are the chairman of our Hedong Provincial Writers' Association, have you heard of it? If you want me to see, since the goal of our "Linchuan Evening News" is to become a well-known local newspaper in the country, I don't think this poem alone has enough weight. I think, or let's invite Chairman Chen to open a fiction version. Lin Haiwen seemed to think about it, and looked at the president of the "Evening News", he was standing behind Tong Fusheng, "What do you think? If it's not enough, you can also go to Hedong Province as an assistant, although we are Linchuan, but after all, it will be the glory of Hedong." If it really doesn't work, it doesn't matter, I also met some people in Beijing, Mr. Lu Songhua, head of the Chinese Department of Beijing University, who helped me a lot, and I cheekily begged him to write some articles, only posted in our "Evening News", presumably it also has a little effect. ”

Speaking of this, Lin Haven looked at Tong Fusheng again, "Speaking of which, Mr. Tong has not used his pen for a long time, otherwise he will not need others." ”

In the large conference room, there is still a little newly renovated smell, faint, but it is particularly pungent for a while.

National Writers Association, Vice Chairman, Three or Four Members, Chen Zhongwen, Hedong Writers Association, Chairman, Beijing University......

Your spectrum is big, my spectrum is too big for your mind to reach!(To be continued.) )