Tie Xin didn't pay attention to the change in Han Kewen's expression, and still said with a smile: "The day before yesterday, the old Qian of your department asked me why I didn't care about the news of the Pu Songling Award, and I told him that some things must go with the flow, it is yours and yours, not yours, no matter how much you care, it is useless." I have lived for so many years and done literary and artistic work for so many years, not to mention anything else, this heart can still sink. ”

Han Kewen looked at Tie Xin with a professional smile, this one had an expression that saw through the red dust, and he looked like a master. But Han Kewen knew that his appearance was all pretended.

Tiexin is good at studying, although he is not a person in the system, he has always wanted to have a relationship with the system. He has a hard pen, and he used to often pat the organization's sycophants on "People's Literature", he loves to shoot, and "People's Literature" also loves to publish, and he has become the royal sycophant of "People's Literature".

However, no matter how hard the pen is, all kinds of political spirits are the same, he is not tired of shooting, and people are tired of watching it.

He also has self-knowledge, or to put it mildly, forward-looking. After writing sycophant articles such as "adding bricks and tiles" and "political spirit" for a while, he began to write again.

He wrote the main theme, and his early works such as "Father is a Soldier", "Scarlet Military Uniform", "Spring of the Poplar Tree", and "Peace in My Tent" are basically written about military life.

The key problem is that he has neither a soldier nor a father who was a soldier, which is tantamount to saying that he is talking nonsense.

But he knows that as long as he keeps the pulse of the main theme, his articles will not be sent anywhere, and as long as they are posted, he will not be worried that he will not be able to show his face.

Over the years, he has relied on these works to become a famous home in China step by step, and two years ago he won the Pu Songling Award for Short Stories.

Such a person, if he wants to say that he sees through the red dust and looks down on these awards, he is a sow, and I am afraid he will not believe it.

The fact is that he has been in and out of the office of the Writers' Association frequently since a month ago, and when he has nothing to do, he goes to talk to Chairman Tie, which is called discussing literature, but in fact, he wants to run for awards.

In addition, this iron-hearted person will find those who may participate in the award selection when he has nothing to do, just to know the results of this year's award selection. It's just that his research over the years is still not in place, and his interpersonal relationships are still not good, so he hasn't gotten any news so far.

So Tie Xin didn't hear the wind, and he really can't blame him for being too paralyzed, he has done everything, he should have run, and he should have inquired, but people didn't tell him at all, who do you say can blame for this.

Of course, it was also because he didn't get any news, and Tie Xin really couldn't feel at ease in his heart. So he drilled his head, and he also wanted to squeeze the writers' association out of a crack and find out the news.

There is really no other way to go today, otherwise I would not have invited Han Kewen to come over for tea, after all, the General Office of the Writing Research Department has nothing to do with the award judges.

Han Kewen said with a smile: "Teacher Tie, you are high-spirited, of course you don't care about these things. Besides, there are no competitors in this year's novella, so you should sit at home and wait to receive your award. ”

Tie Xin raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup and squinted his eyes and smiled: "Xiao Han, if you hear any news in the association, you must remember to do a good job of confidentiality, after all, we are organized and disciplined, don't talk nonsense." ”

Cut, there is also organization and discipline, and the prize went to the office of the chairman of the writers' association to recognize relatives. This is called a typical "biaozi" and a memorial arch.

However, Han Kewen already knew what kind of person Tie Xin was, he just smiled and said, "Hey, our general office doesn't deal with the jury every day, what news can we know." I know it, and I promise it, and you know it. ”

Tie Xin's cheeks twitched, but he was not discouraged, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, then you and I have the right to chat, I will tell you what I know, and you will also tell me what you know?"

I don't even want the archway now, but Han Kewen breathed a sigh of relief, talking like he did just now, half-concealed, really tired.

"In the middle of last month, I heard someone in the department say that this year's novella winning work has been decided, and it is a main theme work. Han Kewen said with a smile, but he still didn't say half a sentence, that is, the latest news said that the award has changed again.

When Tie Xin heard this news, he immediately coughed twice, as if he wanted to cover up something. Looking at the folds on his face that were squeezed out of laughter, and the nostrils that were enlarged by excitement, he knew what he was covering up with these two coughs.

"The main theme works, there are also a lot of excellent main theme works this year, such as Mr. Liu's "Two Big Trees" and Mr. He's "The General's Cloth Shoes", which are all very good. Tie Xin smiled.

Han Kewen shook his head: "If you want to talk about the main theme work, it still belongs to Mr. Tie, you write well, I have read the article "The River Wet by the Rain" that you released in "People's Literature" this year, and more than once, it is indeed very intense, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is compiled into our primary and secondary school textbooks, and it should also be shown to the children now, how our older generation of revolutionaries threw their heads and spilled their blood, in order to lay this peaceful and prosperous world for our ordinary people. ”

This sycophant almost slapped Tie Xin's heart, and the folds on his face melted directly: "It's too good, it's too good, it's because of the heroic efforts of the revolutionary pioneers that I wrote this article, and now I hear that you have such a high evaluation of this article, and I don't waste my pen and ink." ”

"Not only did it not go in vain, but it simply shined. After saying this, Han Kewen may feel that he is using too much force, and coughs lightly and says: "No matter what, Teacher Tie is a model for us literary and art workers, and we should take you as an example." ”

Tie Xin held the teacup and smiled: "Where, where, it's really too prestigious." ”

……

This time the tea can be said to be drunk to the fullest of the guests and hosts, and when Tiexin sent Han Kewen out, the two of them couldn't stop laughing.

Tiexin thought he had gotten the answer he wanted, so now that his heart was completely settled, the smile on his face was completely heartfelt. And whether Han Kewen is really as happy as he seems to be, it is unknown.

When Han Kewen walked to the place where he parked, he looked back at Tiexin's villa, and Tiexin had already returned to the house. Han Kewen shook his head and said to himself, "I'm afraid this Vice Chairman Tie will be disappointed this time." ”

Two hundred, there is an integer, two hundred has already come, will three hundred be far away...... Thanks again for the tip, this is yesterday's chapter, not today.