After Guo Dalu and Qin Warriors high-fived three times on the stage, even if the rest of the award ceremony was lively, everyone at the scene could not feel how exciting, and everyone was immersed in the matter of Guo Dalu and Qin Warriors high-fiveing and vowing.

Qin Warriors is still a bit of a real person, pay attention to "everything must have a source", no matter what you write, you must pay attention to the source of the quoted sentences, quite like to study the evidence, it can be said to inherit the inheritance of those exegetical inheritance madmen during the Qing Dynasty, pay attention to the ins and outs of everything, clear, like to catch insects in the article, and take pleasure in it.

If you really say that the members of the entire Writers Association hate the most, Guo Dalu can't be ranked at all, and the Qin Warriors really make people angry and resentful, and everyone hates them.

When these writers write books, in order to highlight their erudition, they often quote scriptures and classics to show the profundity of their knowledge, but most people are not as talented as they imagined, so there are often fallacies in the use of classics.

As long as he finds that there is a problem with someone's writing, he will definitely post an article to criticize one by one, this old man has something in his stomach, and he has a very deep foundation in literature and history.

There are no people in the entire writers' association who have been slapped in the face by him, it is estimated that there is only one person like Lei Yu, and even some old-timers in the literary world who have become ancient times will sometimes be dug up and whipped by him, which really does not save any face.

This old man has a fighting spirit, and whenever he looks at something that is not pleasing to the eye, he will speak it out and criticize it.

Seeing Guo Dalu standing on the commanding heights of morality, waving the stick of academic ethics and showing off his might on stage, Qin Warriors couldn't help but come to the stage to debate with Guo Dalu, which led to today's three high-fives.

In fact, compared with Guo Dalu, Qin Yan himself is not accustomed to the practices of some people in the Writers' Association, but his idea is to guide and persuade within the Writers' Association, rather than beating him to death with a stick, so he and Lei Yu and others have been staying in the Writers' Association and have never left, otherwise if it were according to his temperament, he would have stopped staying in the Writers' Association a long time ago.

After the two high-fived and swore an oath, there was an embarrassment for a while, and then the awards party had to continue, after all, the poetry award had just been awarded, and there were still awards for prose, reportage, and drama that had not yet been released.

Reportage and drama have nothing to do with Guo Dalu, but when it comes to the prose awards, Guo Dalu's "Me and the Temple of Earth" has a first prize with its profound thoughts and deep and atmospheric writing.

Even though most of the people at the scene looked at Guo Dalu unpleasantly, they all felt that the award of the essay "Me and the Temple of Earth" was well deserved.

But no one who has gone through this prose dares to say with a clear conscience that it is not possible to write.

Sometimes there are words that are really like gold and diamonds, shining with brilliance all the time, which is by no means comparable to rubble and sandstone.

When Guo Dalu came to the stage to accept the award again, everyone felt a little nervous, for fear that Guo Dalu would say another word of "dry bird feathers".

Fortunately, Guo Dalu seems to have lost his temper this time, so when he comes to power again this time, it seems much more normal.

He stood on the stage, looked at the golden tripod in his hand, and said softly: "Actually, this award should not be given to me!"

Everyone in the audience was nervous again, and said in their hearts: "What's the matter?

I heard Guo Dalu continue: "This Jin Ding should belong to Tiesheng, because "Me and the Altar of Earth" is not written about my feelings, but about Tiesheng's feelings, not my mood, but Tiesheng's mood. He's just gone early, and he hasn't had time to write these things, and if he were still alive, he could have written such articles himself, maybe even better!"

He said to everyone: "I'm just a cultural thief, I steal the works that Tie Sheng himself should have for myself, which is a very immoral thing, so the prize money of this prose award is still a prize, and I hope that the review team will give Tie Sheng, not me." ”

Lei Yu on the stage said with a smile: "Dalu, this is given to you by the organizing committee, besides, Tie Sheng has passed away, this award can only be received by you, as for whether you will transfer the prize to Tie Sheng's family after you receive it, it is not up to us to govern." ”

He said to Guo Dalu: "Tie Sheng was also a member of the Writers' Association before his death, if it weren't for the Writers' Association to provide him with the most basic living supplies, his life would be even more difficult, and he may not even last until the day you met, and the article "Me and the Altar of Earth" may not appear!"

"Dalu, although the writers' association has all kinds of bad, but at least it gives poor writers some basic living guarantees, which you can't deny!"

Guo Dalu nodded and said: "I don't deny this, but I still look down on most people in the Writers' Association!"

Lei Yu was helpless, "Blindly looking down on it can't solve any problems, in fact, the Writers' Association was still good more than ten years ago, and it has been a little out of tune in the past few years." ”

Lei Yu is one of the most influential old people in the Writers' Association, so he dared to say that the Writers' Association was not good in public, and it was also in front of Li Jiusan, this message was transmitted quite strongly, which shows that he is also extremely dissatisfied with what the Writers' Association is doing today.

Li Jiusan, who was sitting in the audience, his face was slightly heavy, and the frightened Shao Yunong didn't even dare to speak, he secretly scolded Lei Yu in his heart, Guo Dalu just said it, he is not a member of the Writers' Association after all, you are an old-timer in the Writers' Association, and you actually gave the Writers' Association eye medicine at this time? This old man is too good at being a man!

In the past, the Jinding party was very peaceful, everyone laughed and laughed, followed the fixed procedures, divided the awards in advance, and each took what he needed, and was satisfied.

There have never been so many emergencies like today, and many writers on the scene were sitting on pins and needles, with no light on their faces, especially being ridiculed in front of Li Jiusan, which was really embarrassing, and they all felt that this party was extremely long and really difficult.

Finally, when the awards were over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and left the scene as if fleeing, never wanting to stay in the hall anymore.

Guo Dalu also wanted to leave with the two small golden tripods, thinking that the middle-aged man had stopped him, "Mr. Guo, the minister is going to inspect a few scenic spots in Yuhang tomorrow, I hope you can accompany them with Lei Yu and their old-timers, he asked me to ask you if you have this time?"

Guo Dalu said: "Inspecting scenic spots? Isn't it just a matter of tourism? Why are you so secretive? Okay, I know, anyway, I'm going to visit a few old friends in Yuhang these days, and the time is relaxed, and tomorrow is no problem!"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Okay, I'll go and report to the chief, Mr. Guo, I'm sorry to disturb you!"

Watching the man turn around and leave, Guo Dalu exclaimed loudly, "Tut, look at other people's secretaries, and then think about my second uncle's secretary, it's not a little bit worse!"

Nothing was said all night.

After breakfast the next day, there was a small car to pick up Guo Dalu, there were already three people in the car, one was a thunderstorm, the other was the Qin Warriors, and the other was a woman, called Xilonggu, about thirty years old, although the appearance was not very beautiful, but the temperament was quiet and introverted, and there was a kind of elegance of idle flowers and water, which was very different from the women Guo Dalu had seen in the past.

Xi Longgu's talent Guo Dalu knows, and some of the literary sketches he wrote and the analysis of human nature and human feelings are very powerful, the writing is sharp, and he hits the nail on the head, and the style of the whole person is diametrically opposed to her temperament at this time.

This kind of person should be the kind of woman who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and is very decisive in her heart.

"Mr. Guo, I'm afraid that you are the only one who dares to speak so on the stage last night, if it were me, I would not have the courage!"

After Xi Longgu saw Guo Dalu getting into the car, he stretched out Bai Shengsheng's palm, pursed his lips and smiled: "They all said that you have a bad temper, but you saw it yesterday!"

Guo Dalu laughed, shook her palm, and only felt that her little hands were cold, soft and soft, which was very different from Wang Xiaolu's palm, "What is a bad temper?

Xi Longgu sneered and glanced at Guo Dalu, "Mr. Guo, you are so humorous!"

The Qin Warrior next to him snorted, "Grandstanding, uneducated!"

Lei Yu next to him was afraid that the two would fight, so he hurriedly said: "Today is to accompany Mr. Li to play, everyone must abandon their previous suspicions, only talk about Fengyue, not about prejudices! Lao Qin, Da Lu, we are all people with a bit of influence, why bother with such cross-eyebrows? Gentlemen are harmonious but different, even if they break off friendship, they will not speak ill of each other! It is inevitable that there will be differences in academic opinions, but why should they affect personal interactions?"

Guo Dalu said with a smile: "Lao Qin, you can also jump for a few days, and when I become your teacher, I will see how hard you are still mouthful!"

Qin Warriors snorted: "I hope you can be my teacher, so that there will be a work that shocks the world in my Chinese cultural circles!"

The car drove a distance and slowly stopped in front of a temple, and the four of them got out of the car and walked towards the temple under the guidance of several bodyguards.

"This Dajue Temple has a history of more than 800 years, the blue brick tower behind the temple is longer, almost more than 1,200 years of history, but this temple is an ancestral temple, belongs to private property, the front door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall is open to tourists, the flower forest in the backyard can be rarely entered, the old host of the temple Shahai Zen Master is known as chess, tea, piano three unique holy hands, in the whole Yuhang is very famous, but there are few people who can be qualified to let Shahai Zen Master personally make tea. ”

Xilong Valley is a native of Yuhang, and is very familiar with the local attractions in Yuhang, at this time, when it comes to Dajue Temple, the words are extremely yearning for being able to enter the backyard, "But this time Minister Li is here, maybe we have the opportunity to taste the tea art of Shahai Zen Master." ”

Guo Dalu glanced at the plaque of Dajue Temple with a smile, and didn't say anything, and honestly followed the bodyguard to a side room in the temple.

On the sea of rosewood tea in the house, I thought that the old monk with white beard and white eyebrows was pouring tea for Li Jiusan, his expression was calm and calm, and he really had the bearing of a virtuous monk.

The old monk heard the footsteps of three people coming, and knew that it was Li Jiusan who invited guests, but he didn't care, but after everyone came in, he found that there were four shadows, and he couldn't help but feel a sudden burst in his heart, and hurriedly turned his head to look out, and saw the most conspicuous Guo Dalu when he landed, and couldn't help but be shocked.