Dongwon Provincial Writers' Association.

Fang Wenjie, vice chairman of the Dongyuan Writers Association, looked at the list of nominations for the 5th Mao Award published in the newspaper, and his eyes were a little straight.

There are a total of 25 places.

There are only about 200 words, and he has read them more than ten times.

Without his name.

He worked hard and spent 5 years to write a long story "Absurd Times", but he did not make it to the list of nominees.

He was very angry and helpless about this!

He felt that his "Age of Absurdity" was very well written, a masterpiece of realism, and after the publication of the work, many literary critics also gave it full affirmation, and wrote in-depth reviews for "The Age of Absurdity", with far more positive reviews than bad reviews.

Because of this, Fang Wenjie has high hopes for "The Age of Absurdity", and he has fantasized more than once: his work won the Mao Dun Literature Award, and then, he became the most important writer in Dongyuan Province, which was valued by the leaders and loved by the people of the whole country.

At that time, it will be called real fame and fortune, right?!

Maybe when the Provincial Writers Association is re-elected next, it is unknown whether he can be the chairman of the Provincial Writers Association for another term.

In that way, this life can be called complete!

Therefore, Fang Wenjie put a lot of effort into running a lot of relationships, eager to push his novel step by step towards the ultimate goal of the Mao Award.

At the beginning of this year, "The Age of Absurdity" successfully entered the preliminary list of the Mao Award.

After that, Fang Wenjie actively operated, called those judges, quietly visited the door, and pulled the relationship close.

He longed for it to work. Being able to get the recognition of the judges can help build an advantage for your work.

Before the selection of the nominated works. Fang Wenjie still stayed in the capital to make a final effort.

He thought that the ratio of one out of ten choices. There should be no problem for his "Age of Absurd" to be nominated.

Therefore, when others asked him how he felt about this award, Fang Wenjie said confidently that he firmly believed that his absurd era could go to the last step of the award: to be nominated, isn't that still pediatrics?

However, now, the list of nominees is out.

But there are no of his works listed.

He felt his face reddened.

How so? Why can't I even be nominated for the Mao Award for this novel? Looking at China, how many writers have a new work with more profound thoughts in my "Age of Absurdity"? Higher literary value?

It's not fair!

Someone must have deliberately suppressed me during the awards!

Fang Wenjie thought fiercely.

He looked at the two works of Xiao Fei juxtaposed on the list, and felt particularly dazzling.

He thought indignantly: This is also too obvious, isn't it? actually pulled this kid's two novels into the list of nominees. Why?!

A boy with undried milk hair, how could he climb on the head of an old writer like him to be powerful?

Think about the conflict between himself and Xiao Fei because of being a judge of the New Concept Essay Contest in 97, and the new hatred and old hatred were together, which made Fang Wenjie grit his teeth with hatred.

He was jealous of Xiao Fei.

He thought the kid was so lucky.

How can he write so many excellent novels, and God favors him too much, right?

Fang Wenjie wanted to pick up the phone several times and call several deputy directors of the Mao Award jury: Why do you want to break the rules? Choose two of Xiao Fei's novels at a time to enter the ranks of the nominee award?

If only one work of Xiao Fei is chosen, maybe my novel will be nominated for it, right?

However, he didn't dare to call Zhang Qiang and them.

Those deputy directors can be regarded as his leaders, what qualifications does he have to question others?

So. Fang Wenjie could only sulk.

This night, Fang Wenjie came home, asked his wife to fry two dishes, got a bottle of wine and began to drink it sullenly.

His wife and daughter were in a bad mood when they saw him. I didn't dare to say anything more to him.

Fang Wenjie poured himself a drink.

The more I drank, the more I felt aggrieved, and the more I thought about it. The more I feel that I have been excluded by the Mao Award jury.

No matter what he thinks, he firmly believes that his "Age of the Absurd" is a good book. can be regarded as a classic, and the excellence of the work is no worse than Xiao Fei's!

"You say. Xiao Fei's novel level is just like that, where is it better than mine? ”

"Why did his novels sell so badly, and mine sold so badly?"

"Why is it that when his novels are translated into the United States, they continue to sell well, while my work is not popular? Why am I so unlucky? ”

"There is definitely a problem with the nomination of the Mao Award this time, there is a big problem! There must be someone doing something wrong, and there is a serious suspicion that the nomination award this time was sold by those in power! Otherwise, why can't they look down on such an excellent work of mine! Net selection of works that are not! ”

"What kind of-thing is written in Xiao Fei's "Brothers"! Just look at a woman's buttocks, writing tens of thousands of words with a smile, why do so many people like such vulgar things? It's really a bad day! It's really not ancient! Mountains and rivers, high and low! ”

"Why is my Wenjie so unlucky!"

While Fang Wenjie was drinking, he began to talk to himself and complain, pouring bitter water with his wife and daughter.

What he didn't expect was that his daughter, who had just entered high school, also liked to read Xiao Fei's novels on weekdays.

His daughter has read almost all of Xiao Fei's works, and now, she is reading Xiao Fei's "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty".

This girl admires Xiao Fei very much.

In her heart, Xiao Fei was as flawless as a god.

Therefore, when the little girl heard her father belittleing Xiao Fei's works, she couldn't help but open her mouth: "Dad, you just accept your fate, the book you wrote is really not good!" Xiao Fei is much better than what you wrote. ”

Fang Wenjie was already drunk at this time.

When he heard his daughter's words, he suddenly became furious, pointed at his daughter and scolded: "Bastard thing! Eat something inside and out! Where is what Xiao Fei wrote better than what I wrote? You can say it! ”

"Lao Fang, how can you scold the child!? Isn't the child telling the truth? Outsiders tell you nonsense, saying how good your "Absurd Times" is, but Niuniu and I have read it, and our opinions are very unanimous, we both think that your novel is too mysterious, and we don't understand what you are writing, and we have no desire to read it at all! This is an indisputable fact! Please, you don't kid yourself in your own home. ”

Fang Wenjie's wife was furious when she heard her husband scolding her daughter.

Her daughter is the top baby in her heart, and she will never allow Fang Wenjie to be so unreasonably abusive.

"Huh! Really, it's really my own daughter and my own wife! Help outsiders fight me, you, are you sincere in trying to anger me? Believe it or not, I, I'm going to beat you up! ”

Fang Wenjie staggered to his feet, wanting to teach his daughter and wife a lesson.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, his wife stepped forward and pushed him onto the sofa, pointed at his nose and scolded: "Shameless old man, what do you think you are?" If I hadn't supported this family, I would have starved to death with your little salary, and you still have the face to play prestige in front of us, I'm phew! Wake up! ”

"That's it, wake up! Father! You are still compared with Xiao Fei, after your book was published, it sold less than 2,000 copies in total, and every book sold by others sold millions of copies after it was published! You have to spend your family's money to write a book, and you have to go crazy to get a prize in camps, and Xiao Fei is already worth hundreds of millions of dollars by writing books! What do you compare to others! Fang Wenjie's daughter also helped on the side.

Fang Wenjie looked at his wife and daughter who were ruthlessly furious, and the original little drunkenness quickly subsided with the cold sweat.

Only then did he realize that his position in this family was so weak.

It turns out that in the eyes of his wife, who runs her own company and does coal business, she is not a great person, but just a clown who jumps off the beam. (To be continued.) )