Winter goes, spring comes.

In the blink of an eye, the Spring Festival of 1999 passed. Before the smell of the New Year dissipated, Xiao Fei rushed to the capital alone on the eighth day of the first lunar month.

Because he received a call from Cao Zizheng, who told him that a guest from Sweden wanted to see him and talk to him.

The Swedish guest's name was Ma Yueran.

When Xiao Fei heard this name, his heart beat violently.

Ma Yueran?

Is that a member of the Swedish Academy a member of China? He even wants to see himself at this time? It seems that I have succeeded in getting his attention.

The Swedish Academy is the awarding body for the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Each year, the Nobel Prize is awarded by the Nobel Prize Committee of the Swedish Academy. The jury is made up of five of the eighteen members of the Swedish Academy.

It can be said that these five people determine the ownership of the Nobel Prize in Literature!

And this Ma Yueran, according to Xiao Fei's understanding, although he is an academician of the Swedish Academy, he does not seem to have been a member of the Nobel Prize Committee.

However, even so, Ma Yueran is still the most important person for domestic writers.

For no other reason, Ma Yueran is the only one in the Swedish Academy who is familiar with Chinese literature and is familiar with powerful writers in China.

Although he is not a member of the award committee, if he can help translate a writer's work to Sweden, then the writer will naturally be much closer to the Nobel Prize.

Isn't it?

Therefore, it can be said that Ma Yueran is the most popular person among Chinese writers. Not one of them.

And Ma Yueran also often travels back and forth to China. He has formed deep friendships with many Chinese writers.

Now, he actually took the initiative to contact himself through Cao Zizheng. How does this not make Xiao Fei happy?

Xiao Fei knows that if he wants to win the Nobel Prize in the past ten years, the probability is very low.

In his previous life, Mo Yan only won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2012, which was the first domestic writer to win the world's highest literary award.

Of course, before Mo Yan, the French-Chinese writer Gao Xingjian also won the Nobel Prize once in 2000, but unfortunately, at that time. Gao Xingjian is no longer my Chinese nationality.

The country was not happy about his award.

It's 1999.

Can you beat Mr. Mo Yan and grab the Nobel Prize in 2012? Xiao Fei thought so in his heart, and his heart was pounding even more irrepressibly.

Mo Yan was born in 1955.

I was born in 1977.

It's 21 years away. By the time I was in 2012, I was only 35 years old, and I was still in the prime of life. And Mo Yan is already 56 years old.

According to the tradition of the Nobel Prize, this award is generally similar to the Lifetime Achievement Award.

The vast majority of writers who have won this award have received this belated award late in their careers.

Can you break this pattern yourself?

Xiao Fei didn't have much confidence.

However, now that he has the opportunity to meet Ma Yueran, he still cherishes this opportunity.

Xiao Fei arrived at Beijing International Airport at 3 p.m. on the eighth day of the first lunar month.

Then, he took a taxi and went straight to school.

Cao Zizheng told Xiao Fei on the phone. Ma Yueran will be a guest at his home tonight, so the meeting place is Cao's house.

Xiao Fei rushed from the airport to Cao Zizheng's house, which took more than an hour.

After he got out of the taxi. First, I went to a nearby store and bought some gifts.

If it's a big holiday, you have to buy some gifts to bring it over when you go to someone's door.

Xiao Fei walked to the entrance of the building where Cao Zizheng's house was carrying the gift. But I happened to meet a foreign old man with gorgeous hair, who also happened to come with some gifts in his hand.

He was tall. The face is ruddy and in good spirits.

Xiao Fei saw that the other party was also going into the building. I let him go, planning to wait for him to go in, and then quietly follow behind.

The old foreign man smiled at Xiao Fei and said in pure Chinese: "Young man, Happy New Year!" I guess there's a good chance we're going to the same destination. ”

Xiao Fei's heart jumped a little.

In his previous life, he had seen a photo of Ma Yueran on the Internet, and after looking at it so carefully, he recognized it, isn't the personable old man in front of him Ma Yueran?

That's a coincidence.

I encountered it at the entrance of the building.

"Are you Mr. Ma Yueran?" Xiao Fei immediately asked.

"Yes, yes! I'm Ma Yueran! If I'm not mistaken, you're Xiao Fei, right? Aha! I'm so happy to see you, let's go! Let's go up together. Ma Yueran laughed.

"Mr. Nama, please go first!" Xiao Fei made a gesture of please.

The two walked into the cave one after the other.

Cao Zizheng's house was on the second floor, and he quickly walked to the door of Cao's house.

Ma Yueran rang the doorbell.

The door opened quickly.

Cao Zizheng appeared at the door with a smile: "Yo! Mr. Yue Ran and Xiao Fei are here together, please come in, please come in! I'm going to cook a few dishes myself! Let's have a drink later. ”

"I met Mr. Ma Yueran at the entrance of the building." Xiao Fei laughed.

"This shows that we are destined!" Ma Yueran also said with a smile.

After entering Cao's house, the two changed their slippers and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Cao Zizheng's wife reached out and asked for the spatula from him, and asked him to accompany the guests well and let her cook the dishes.

The three of them sat down to say hello.

"Xiao Fei's book was introduced to me at the beginning of last year, and I didn't care about it at the time, thinking that children in their 20s couldn't write any good works, and I thought that the people who recommended it to me were lobbyists and the like."

"However, later, more and more people recommended Xiao Fei's works to me, and many university scholars and well-known writers I knew said that Xiao Fei wrote well."

"It was only then that I realized that I might be prejudiced against young people, so I found Xiao Fei's work and tried to read it. The first book I read was "Fatigue of Life and Death", which happened to be published not long ago, and it was selling well. As soon as I read this, I was amazed at the author! ”

"Seriously, this novel shocked me."

"It's very creative, its language is very good, the storyline is very subtle, the characters are vivid, and the first three-quarters of the book are particularly brilliant, but the latter point at the end, I personally feel a bit rushed, a little anticlimactic."

"However, overall, this "Life and Death Fatigue" is definitely a masterpiece, after reading this book, Xiao Fei is already one of the most talented Chinese writers in my eyes, and in your country, there are only a handful of writers like Xiao Fei!"

"I'm really excited because I've found another good seedling, a young man who is very close to the Nobel Prize."

Ma Yueran opened the conversation box and began to chatter.

It can be seen that he is very excited, and he also appreciates Xiao Fei from the bottom of his heart, and says a lot of praise.

Hearing his sentence "a young man who is very close to the Nobel Prize", Xiao Fei trembled in his heart, this comment has nothing to say, it is really too high. (To be continued.) )