The next morning, Zhuang Yan got up from the bed, rubbed his eyes and recalled the events of last night. Zhuang Yan originally thought that several of them were massive, but who would have thought that they were all papier-mâché tigers, and they drank all of them were eager wine, but as Yu Hai said, the picture was a drunk.

Drunk, a few literati and together, Zhuang Yan originally thought that it would be "a hundred poems about fighting wine", but he didn't expect it to become "the railing is hammered, and the wine maniac is loyal and angry".

After drinking, the few people who drank were like two people in normal times, especially Liang Qichao, when they first met, Zhuang Yan's impression of him was the word cold. But after getting drunk, this teacher Liang slapped the table loudly, and his mouth kept bubbling with hot discussions about current affairs, one moment emotional, one moment angry, and the whole old and angry youth.

And Wang Lijian also made Zhuang Yan a little impressed, a usually gentle and elegant person, at that time, he was also blushing and complaining about the evils of the literary world.

Zhuang Yan shook his head, the tall image of the literati was ruined in front of him, but at the same time, he also felt that these people were more cute and closer. He was also a little curious, I don't know if people of Kang Youwei and Cai Yuanpei's level will be like this, if he can see those drunk people one day, it will really be in vain for him to go to this era.

After sending a few people to the car with the boss of the South Gate Shabu Shabu last night, Zhuang Yan returned to the hotel, and after sleeping, he entered the world of "The Old Man and the Sea" without accident and finished the book.

After washing, Zhuang Yan found a random Internet café nearby and recorded "The Old Man and the Sea", which was also very short and didn't take him long. After writing the book, he was ready to go to the Chinese bookstore.

But before that, he also called back and chatted with Chen Jiaqing and Xiaoying.

Before, Zhuang Yan was still worried that Chen Jiaqing would run out to work and leave Xiaoying alone at home, but now it seems that she has a choice.

The signing was originally scheduled to start at two o'clock in the afternoon, but Zhuang Yan seemed to have a lot of people, so he discussed it with the person in charge of the bookstore and started signing before one o'clock.

As for the processes before the signing, such as the introduction of the author, Zhuang Yan proposed that all of them be canceled, and he directly rolled up his sleeves to sign.

The early signing can make those book friends who arrived in advance very happy, they came in advance just to occupy a good position, and thought they would have to wait for more than an hour, but they didn't expect the signing to start in advance.

This time, it took ten hours to sign, and Zhuang Yan was already mentally prepared for the people who came, but in the end he found that he underestimated the enthusiasm of Yanjing's book friends. Zhuang Yan's signing speed this time is much faster than last time, according to the bookstore's statistics, the total number of signed sales this time is more than 4,000 copies.

In the middle, because one by one came up too slowly, two or three people handed the book together, and then Zhuang Yan put it in a row and signed it before handing it to them, which saved a lot of time.

However, while saving time, Zhuang Yan had less time to rest, and after ten hours, Zhuang Yan once again tasted the feeling that his last signing hand was about to be broken. When signing the sale, he only hated that he didn't have a few more hands, but at the same time, he also had a heart in his heart, and he had to practice the left hand when he went back, and he could share it with himself when he signed the sale next time.

This should not be a difficult thing for Zhuang Yan, in the previous life, he made drawings for many years, and when he made the map, he was left and right to open the bow, and the flexibility of the left hand was enough, and he also tried to write with the left hand, although it was a little ugly, but it could still be written.

Although the body in this life is not his own, the feeling of writing with his left hand is still there, and he must practice more, and that muscle memory can be recovered.

……

At the airport, Zhuang Yan was carrying a backpack and preparing to go back to Jinling.

Wang Lijian took Xiao Wang to send it in person, Zhuang Yan had just finished the plane and was about to enter the security check, Wang Lijian separated Xiao Wang, leaving him and Zhuang Yan alone, he said to Zhuang Yan, "Ziyan, at noon today, the Sprout Literature Award announced the award. ”

Zhuang Yan said with a smile: "What do you tell me about this, didn't I go, did I say that their organizers were kind this time, and I could win the award if I didn't go? Are you going to give me a bonus?"

Wang Lijian also smiled: "You want to be beautiful, the award must be gone." ”

"Then why are you telling me about this?" Zhuang Yan asked with a shrug of his shoulders.

Wang Lijian leaned closer and said, "Although this award is not yours, it has something to do with you." ”

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, and Wang Lijian continued: "That's the case, this time they don't know how to do it, and they also made a shortlist, and there are a total of four candidates for the short story award. ”

"Hehe, let me guess, is there one of my Metamorphoses among these four candidates?" Zhuang Yan said.

Wang Lijian nodded, "It's a bit unauthentic for them to do this, and it doesn't matter to you who wins the award." But when they do this, they put these four books on the table, and now other works have won awards, but your "Metamorphosis" has not, and the result is somewhat intriguing. ”

Zhuang Yan nodded, what Wang Lijian said was right, which put several works on the table for comparison. In fact, there is nothing wrong with this, although most literary awards will keep the shortlist secret for 50 years, but there are also a small number of literary awards that will announce the shortlist. Merely...... Zhuang Yan asked: "What kind of work won the award this time?"

"It's also written by a young writer, the title of the book is "Two People's Seaside", I've read the book, and it's very problematic, not only is it not as good as "Metamorphosis", but it can't even compare with the other two shortlisted books. Wang Lijian said with a frown.

Zhuang Yan's brows also wrinkled, although it is said that there is no first in the text and no second in the martial arts, but Wang Lijian is a professional, so he naturally has his own professional perspective, and he can say this, there must be a basis. In this way,Sprout is playing a little big this time.,Four books,Take the next one.,Although it's not fair to the other three books.,But sprouts don't seem to be pleased.,After all, everyone is not stupid.,Whether the work should win an award or not,It's all visible.。

If they do this, it is tantamount to making their brand stink, and they are a new award, and they are still building a brand, so they are not afraid that the award will sink and will not be able to support it?

"What are you thinking?" Wang Lijian looked at Zhuang Yan and frowned in thought, and asked.

Zhuang Yan shook his head, "I didn't think about anything, I just felt that this thing was a bit strange, even if they sprouted, even if I didn't accept the award, I wouldn't dig my own grave, after all, this kind of self-smashing signboard thing is not good for them at all, so what are they trying to do?"

Wang Lijian smiled: "Yes, if you think of this, I am much more relieved." ”