[Is Principal Zhuang okay?]

[I think it's okay.] 】

[Sounds like pretending to be the principal.] 】

[Just call the principal directly, how domineering. 】

[The principal is good, and he will be called Principal Zhuang University in the future. 】

……

He Jun didn't know, he gave Zhuang Yan a nickname as soon as he said it casually.

And Zhuang Yan, who was far away in Paris, didn't know that he had the nickname of "principal".

After Zhuang Yan finished his acceptance speech, the host did not let him step down, but invited all the writers who had received the award before to the stage, and everyone took a group photo together before the end of the ceremony.

There were a large number of winners, and the whole stage was just able to stand.

Marcel stood on the very edge, looking at Zhuang Yan in the middle, and wanted to go up to say hello, but the two were too far away, and he was embarrassed to go up directly.

Standing next to Zhuang Yan was Sophie Marceau, the two of them nodded to each other and didn't speak, the language barrier was a little, they didn't know each other, and there was nothing to say.

I haven't read Sophie Marceau's book, so it may be a little awkward to really chat.

When the ceremony was officially over, everyone present was invited to the hotel, not far from the choral auditorium, where the banquet began.

This time, Zhuang Yan brought Neil, the translator, and Romain Rolland walked with them in the direction of the hotel.

With a translator, the communication between them is much better.

"Zhuang Yan, what are your plans for the next few days?"

"The plan is to hold a signing party here for a few days, is there anything going on with Mr. Roland?"

Romain Rolland smiled, "Nothing, I've been learning Chinese recently, and I want to ask you about something." ”

Zhuang Yan hurriedly waved his hand, "Mr. Roland, you are looking for the wrong person, I can't even speak French, how can I teach you Chinese." ”

"It may be that I am not clear enough, learning the language, the most important thing is to understand the culture, my Chinese teacher may teach Chinese better than you, but when it comes to understanding Chinese culture, I am afraid he is not as good as you." ”

For Romain Rolland's praise, Zhuang Yan did not dare to make it big, "I am still young, and my understanding of Chinese culture is only scratching the surface, but if I have the opportunity, I can introduce a few respected gentlemen to communicate with you." ”

"You're too modest. Romain Rolland smiled and did not continue the topic.

The two laughed as they walked, and the other writers next to them could only watch, in fact, many of them also wanted to enter this small group, but they couldn't find the opportunity.

It's only a few minutes to the hotel, but along the way there are reporters from various newspapers, and they go all the way, and the reporters shoot all the way.

Seeing Zhuang Yan and Romain Rolland talking happily, they wished they could have a pair of ears to hear what they were talking about.

One is a Nobel laureate in literature, the other is a pioneering writer who has recently made a name for himself in the literary world, what do they talk about together?

As we all know, there is no Nobel Prize winner in China so far, and there seems to be no one in China who can hope to win this prize.

And the most promising Chinese to win this prize is the young man who is now chatting with Romain Rolland, if it were not for Zhuang Yan's too young, I am afraid he would become the biggest favorite of this year's Nobel Prize in Literature.

Marcel has been following Zhuang Yan and them since he came out of the auditorium, and in fact, there are many people who have followed Zhuang Yan and them, not just him.

He was a Jew, a bourgeois family, very wealthy, and a frequent member of high society. However, he was sensitive and full of fantasy since he was a child, and he is a literary and artistic youth.

It's just that his literature has not been taken seriously, and even his first book was produced at his own expense.

His literary ideas are special.

Although he believes that works should value authenticity and authenticity, he has not read Zhuang Yan's books, because his starting point is different from that of a realist writer like Zhuang Yan, and yes, in his impression, Zhuang Yan is a realist writer.

Of course, if he had read Zhuang Yan's works, he would probably have pulled Zhuang Yan out of the realist writers, but if it wasn't for the fact that the first book he read was "Metamorphosis", then maybe he would never read Zhuang Yan's books again.

Marcel's aesthetic proposition is different from that of realist writers, but also different from that of symbolist writers, and he is more opposed to obscurity in his works, because he believes that obscure language will be difficult to resonate with people, lose depth, and become cold allegorical.

And "Metamorphosis" is a book with very obscure language.

His ideas are relatively "evil" in the eyes of mainstream writers, but in fact, there is never a difference between good and evil in the way he expresses his thoughts, only differences in ideas.

At this time, he became curious about Zhuang Yan, just because Zhuang Yan glanced at him in the crowd......

This is also due to his sensitive character.

Just as Zhuang Yan and the others were about to arrive at the hotel, he caught a glimpse of Marcel Proust in the back of the side.

The eyes of the two people happened to be met, and Marcel subconsciously avoided it, but he felt that it was rude, so he smiled at Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan turned his head and smiled back, "Hello, Mr. Proust." ”

Neil next to him was stunned for a moment, and then translated Zhuang Yan's words again.

"You know me?" Proust was a little flattered.

Zhuang Yan nodded and smiled, "Didn't you win the Caring Humanities Award just now?"

"I see, you have a good memory. For some reason, Proust was a little lost, he thought that Zhuang Yan knew about him before.

Romain Rolland next to him was curious, "Who is this gentleman?"

He was in French, and before Neil could translate, Marcel had already recommended himself, "Hello Mr. Roland, I'm Marcel Proust." ”

"Oh, hello, Mr. Proust. Roland hadn't heard Proust, but nodded politely.

Zhuang Yan looked at the door and said with a smile, "Mr. Proust come with us, there are too many people here, let's go into the hotel." ”

The other writers and reporters around him were very curious at this time, who was this Jew, and why did he know Romain Rolland and Zhuang Yan?

Some people who knew Proust were also very curious, after all, they had never heard that Proust had anything to do with Romain Rolland.

"I'm going back to check this person, maybe there's some news. ”

The journalists invariably thought in their minds that there was so little material today that perhaps they could dig up some material from this Jew.

Marcel, who was following Zhuang Yan and them to the hotel, did not expect that just Zhuang Yan's words would completely change his fate.

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