As soon as they settled down at the hotel, Wang Lijian took Yu Hai to the hotel where Zhuang Yan and they lived.

Wang Lijian told Zhuang Yan that the hotel they stayed in had a cooperative relationship with the Writers' Association, so now there are many people living in this hotel.

The Pu Songling Award is a national award, and it is also a triennial literary event, especially this year, which is different from the previous Pu Songling Award, so there are many people who come.

Most of these people who came to the Writers' Association were invited by the Pu Songling Award Organizing Committee, and some of them were organized by the Writers' Association itself.

Wang Lijian told Zhuang Yan that although it is still uncertain, according to the current situation, this year's Pu Songling Award must be the most lively Pu Songling Award in history, and all this is because of Zhuang Yan, the super young award winner.

In journalistic language, this year's Pu Songling Award has many more gimmicks than previous editions.

Wang Lijian and the others came, Zhuang Yan originally wanted to take a break to adjust his state, but Wang Lijian and the others pulled him and said that the evening game had been formed.

Zhuang Yan said with a bitter face: "Let me guess if this game tonight is not picked up by Brother Yuanshan." ”

Yu Hai and the others laughed, "Needless to say, except for Lao Ma, who still has this leisure." ”

Ma Yinchu's wine game, Zhuang Yan will sweat on his forehead when he thinks about it now, especially when he thinks of Liang Qichao's great contrast after they are drunk, Zhuang Yan feels a headache, I have to say that Ma Yinchu These people, including Wang Lijian, their wine is not very good.

Like Liang Qichao, when they drink, they basically drink it first, and what if they get drunk, they just need to be cool anyway.

"Are you still drinking tonight?" Zhuang Yan even asked with some trembling.

Yu Hai glanced at Zhuang Yan strangely, and said as a matter of course: "Of course you have to drink the wine, otherwise what are you doing in this bureau." ”

Zhuang Yan was speechless for a while, this is another irrefutable hard logic.

Since he met Ma Yinchu and them, he has seen more and more hard logic.

Even for a short rest, Wang Lijian didn't leave Zhuang Yan for them, so they dragged him towards the north gate to wash meat.

Zhuang Yan has come to the place of shabu shabu at the north gate, so it is also a familiar road.

When they arrived at the place, Ma Yinchu was already sitting in the box, and as soon as Zhuang Yan and them arrived, Ma Yinchu stood up and said with a smile: "Our new winner of the Pu Songling Award is finally here, but let's wait." ”

Zhuang Yan waved his hand again and again: "Brother Yuanshan, don't bury me." ”

Liang Qichao also hugged his fists beside him and congratulated, "Ziyan, the Pu Songling Award is not a small award, if you can win this award, you don't have to be modest." ”

Yu Hai followed behind and said with a smile: "Zhuo Ru is right, being too modest is pride." Besides, at our table, you are the only one who won the Pu Songling Award. ”

Not to mention, although all the bigwigs in the literary and art circles are here, none of them have won the Pu Songling Award. Except for Yu Hai and Wang Lijian, they are public servants after all, and they cannot be regarded as real literary creators.

But Ma Yinchu is different from Liang Qichao, these two people's achievements in philosophy and literature are obvious to all, but they may not have published too much, so awards like the Pu Songling Award will not patronize them.

"I specialize in the arts, and I'm just lucky. Zhuang Yan said modestly.

Yu Hai was more direct, hugged Zhuang Yan from behind, and said with a smile, "I just said that being too modest is pride, you don't have to be modest anymore, tonight's game is not only for a few of our old friends to get together, but also to wash the dust for you." ”

"Okay, let's sit down and talk, standing like a stake like this, not like talking. Ma Yinchu said with a smile.

The people sat down again, and the food they ordered had not yet been served, but there was already a jar of wine on the table.

didn't rush to open the wine, Ma Yinchu took Zhuang Yan's hand and said: "The reason why this game is this time is that Lao Yu is only half right, and there is still half, I actually want to ask you face to face, how did you come up with the beginning of "Border City"?"

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and repeated what he had said to Wang Lijian before: "I didn't think much about it at the time, so I just started like this, where did I think of this stubble." ”

After listening to Zhuang Yan's explanation, Ma Yinchu shook his head, "Your explanation, Lao Wang told me before, but I will never believe it." Some people say that talent is unpredictable, but I think that even ethereal talent can be traced. You said you used this beginning before you knew it, but I think you've thought about it at some point. There is nothing that appears for no reason, and this kind of thing cannot be explained by talent. ”

Zhuang Yan sighed, sure enough, Ma Yinchu was even more difficult to fool, but he said, "If talent can't be explained, then what about inspiration?"

Ma Yinchu lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "No, I still can't explain it, even if it is made in a dream, there are traces to follow, don't fool me." ”

Hearing Ma Yinchu say that he dreamed of it, Zhuang Yan suddenly chuckled in his heart, but then said: "If there are traces to follow, I think it should start with "Alive". ”

"Oh, alive?"

Ma Yinchu and they suddenly became interested, stretched out their heads and asked.

Zhuang Yan nodded, "It really started with "Alive", as you all know, "Alive" is a diary-style, and all the content in it is written from Fugui's first perspective, and the language form is also oral. ”

Yu Hai nodded, "Well, this is what we all know, but what does this have to do with the beginning of "Border City"?"

Zhuang Yan smiled and signaled Yu Hai not to worry, he continued: "The first-person perspective of "Alive" is an attempt by me. This attempt was successful, but when I look back on it, I also have some regrets, because I still lack some writing techniques. ”

"You're too modest. Liang Qichao said with a smile.

Zhuang Yan shook his head and continued, "I'm not modest, I did think so at the time, I thought that my writing methods when I wrote "Alive" were too monotonous. ”

"Let's not talk about monotony or monotony, the writing technique of "Alive" can be regarded as a classic example of the first person, and it is a success. Wang Lijian said.

Zhuang Yan still shook his head, "No, I didn't think about changing the first-person writing technique, I just wanted to make a small change in the original first-person." ”

"A small change?" Ma Yinchu asked.

Zhuang Yan nodded, "Well, a small change, for example, to put another first person in the first person." ”