Xiao Fei stayed in Zhongyuan City for three days and arrived in the capital by plane on the thirteenth day of the first lunar month.

It was also on this day that the jury of the Lu Award, the highest national literary award, officially announced the list of winners of each award through the media, and at the same time, the award-winning writers were also notified:

The award ceremony will be held at 9 a.m. on February 18 in the People's Hall.

The Lu Award can be awarded in the People's Hall, which is not a high standard.

Because of the popularity of winning the Lu Award, Xiao Fei and Xu Fengjuan were recognized by many people one after another in the process of taking the flight, and they were asked for autographs and asked to take a group photo.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly: In this era when the Internet is not developed, it is really a terrible thing that he has been familiar with so many people.

This reminded him of his previous life, when Han Han and Guo Jingming also took the path of becoming writers and stars.

It is such an unusual packaging method that allows the two to have a large number of young fans and have a huge influence and appeal in China.

He didn't expect that he would inadvertently follow the path of Han and Guo in advance, and now he is also a cultural star.

Xiao Fei arrived in the capital at two o'clock in the afternoon on the thirteenth day of the first lunar month.

When they arrived, Liu Xinming was already waiting at the opportunity.

As soon as Xiao Fei and Xu Fengjuan got in the car to pick up them, they received a strange phone call.

"Is it Comrade Xiao Fei?" The voice in the microphone was very unfamiliar, and Xiao Fei was sure that he didn't know the other party.

"I am, who are you?" Xiao Fei asked.

"I am from the Liaison Department of the China Writers Association, and my name is Zhang Yong. Now I would like to formally inform you that your application to join the Chinese Writers' Association has been approved, and your Writers' Association certificate has been completed. You see, if you have time these days, come and pick it up. Of course, if you don't have time to pick it up, we can send it to you, which requires you to give us your address. The other party said on the phone.

Has your application to join the Chinese Writers Association been approved?

Xiao Fei was stunned.

He remembered that he was recommended by Tie Ning and several other writers in November last year, and then filled out an application form for membership, and then left this matter behind.

Isn't the application for membership of the Chinese Writers Association only reviewed and approved once a year?

It seems that the results are usually not produced until the second half of the year.

Xiao Fei knew that with his own creative achievements, coupled with the recommendations of several famous writers such as Tie Ning. It is inevitable to apply for membership.

But he really didn't expect that it would be so soon, and it was at the beginning of the year that he learned that he had successfully joined the Chinese Writers Association.

What's going on?

"Hello?! Comrade Xiao Fei, are you listening? Seeing that Xiao Fei didn't respond, the other party asked again.

Xiao Fei hurriedly said: "Comrade Zhang Yong, then, can I go over and collect my documents now?" ”

"Of course, come on. When you get to the office of the Liaison Department, I'll be waiting for you here. Zhang Yong smiled and gave an affirmative answer.

"Thank you then."

"You're welcome."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Xinming, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, turned his head and asked, "Mr. Xiao, where are you going?" ”

"Go to the China Writers' Association." Xiao Fei said.

"Oh. Good. Liu Xinming turned around and said a word to the driver, and the car went straight to the China Writers Association.

"Xiao Fei, what's going on?" Xu Fengjuan asked.

"My application for membership in the Chinese Writers' Association has been approved. Now you can get a membership card of the association, now go and get it. Xiao Fei said with a smile.

"Oh. That's right. Xu Fengjuan felt that Xiao Fei should have been a member of the Chinese Writers Association a long time ago, and she was not too interested in this.

From the airport to the city. The road is not close.

Along the way, Xiao Fei was thinking about this strange thing.

Soon, though, he figured it out.

He won the Lu Xun Literature Award, the highest literary award in China founded by the China Writers Association, but he is not even a member of the China Writers Association.

This may make the leaders of the National Writers' Association feel inappropriate.

And it just so happened that my application for membership had already been handed over.

Probably the leader thinks that before awarding the Lu Prize, it is more appropriate to make himself a member of the National Writers Association, so he will make a special move, right?

At about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Fei arrived at the China Writers Association by car.

It was his first time here.

Xiao Fei asked Xu Fengjuan and Liu Xinming to wait outside, walked into the door of the National Writers' Association by himself, and soon found the Communication Department.

Knock on the door and enter.

There was only one young man in the office.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Fei, I'm here to get my membership card." Xiao Fei said to the man.

"Ahh Xiao Fei, hello, hello! I have been looking up for a long time, I finally saw you today, I am Zhang Yong, the clerk of the Communication Department, please take a seat! ”

The young man was very enthusiastic, asked Xiao Fei to sit down, and brought Xiao Fei tea.

Subsequently, he took out a copy of the Writers' Association's membership card, handed it to Xiao Fei and said: "Actually, according to your creative achievements, you can apply to join the Chinese Writers' Association at the beginning of last year, and I don't know what your Provincial Writers' Association thinks, so I didn't apply for you." ”

"Thank you, Comrade Zhang Yong." Xiao Fei got the certificate and glanced at it, there was nothing special about the ordinary cover.

However, it is a symbol of the highest level of membership.

"You have also set a record, you joined the Chinese Writers Association at the age of 21, and you are also the youngest member of the Chinese Writers Association so far, but your creative achievements have made the vast majority of members feel ashamed." Zhang Yongxu chattered to Xiao Fei.

Before you know it, have you set another record?

Xiao Fei smiled and said, "Comrade Zhang Yong, I'm sorry for you today, is there anything else?" ”

"No, no, this big holiday, I'll call you, you also came here, in fact, you just say an address, I'll send it to you."

"Comrade Zhang Yong, you're welcome, I just got off the plane, and I just received a call from you, so I asked the friend who picked me up to bring me directly, then, if there's nothing wrong, I'll go over first." Xiao Fei said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll send you."

Xiao Fei came out of the compound of the Writers' Association and got into the car.

"Proof? Let me see. Xu Fengjuan said eagerly.

Xiao Fei handed over his membership card of the Chinese Writers Association with a smile, and Xu Fengjuan took it in his hand and looked at it over and over again.

"In our department, the goal of several students is to become a member of the Chinese Writers Association, they say that only by becoming a member of the Chinese Writers Association can they be regarded as real writers, and other municipal and provincial writers association members are not counted as a fart, especially the municipal Writers Association, it is best to do it, send a few manuscripts in the newspaper, take them to people to see, and fill out a form directly." Xu Fengjuan said with envy on her face.

"Congratulations to Mr. Xiao." Liu Xinming hurriedly congratulated.

"Hehe, it's just for fun, it's nothing." Xiao Fei waved his hand, and he said to Xu Fengjuan again, "Juan'er, your point of view is not right, in many countries, as long as you work hard to write and publish your works, you can be called a writer, a writer, and it is not a mysterious and rare species." ”

"How so? It is very difficult for the Chinese Writers Association to join, and there are only two or three thousand members of the Chinese Writers Association nationwide, and many people who have written all their lives cannot be called its members. It's like you, people are chasing your ass and asking you to join, and you still don't care. Xu Fengjuan said angrily.

"Well, well, Juan'er, you're right, I'm a typical person who doesn't know how to be blessed." Xiao Fei said with a smile.

The beginning of the new year is on the seventeenth day of the first month.

However, most students return to school two or three days early.

By the time of the Lantern Festival, the campus of Peking University, which had been deserted for a month, began to be full of vitality again, and the campus was full of students.

Many students are talking about Xiao Fei's winning the Lu Xun Literature Award.

"This is the biggest literary award won by a student since the establishment of the school, Xiao Fei is really amazing!"

"I guess the school will say something about it now, right?"

"The school table doesn't indicate it, but the history department must express it, so I have to give a commendation, right?"

"I really didn't know that Xiao Fei's prose was so good, after the news of his award came out, I went to find his prose to read, this look, let me really admire the five-body five-body to the ground, the writing is really short, concise and timeless, it can be regarded as a rare rural philosophical beauty."

……

For many days, Xiao Fei's life was affected by the aftermath of the Lu Prize.

The rewards in the department are straightforward.

A big banner was pulled up in the main building of the teaching building: Warmly celebrate Xiao Fei, a student of the department, winning the first Lu Xun Literature Award!

While pulling a banner may seem tacky, it's also more impactful.

The department decided to give Xiao Feiji a commendation to the whole school and reward him with 5 credits.

Xiao Fei had been rewarded with one credit before, and the two credits together were worth three or four homework for other students. I can't envy the students of the whole department.

And the school did not remain silent.

Peking University decided to award Xiao Fei the honorary title of "Young Student Model", and at the same time, Xiao Fei was also rewarded with 10,000 yuan in cash, which was regarded as a reward for Xiao Fei to win honor for the school.

All in all, a Lu award has brought great benefits to Xiao Fei.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a double income of "fame and fortune".

And the benefits brought by this award can even affect Xiao Fei's life.

It's February 18th.

Xiao Fei drove alone to the People's Hall to receive the award.

On this day, more than 100 reporters came to the award ceremony, and many people in the literary circle in the capital came to the scene, even Ba Lao came.

The ceremony is not lengthy.

After a few brief speeches, the award was awarded.

The prose award was awarded by Ba Lao himself, and when it was sent to Xiao Fei, Ba Lao looked at Xiao Fei with energetic eyes, and nodded with a smile: "Young man, come on!" You write very well, you are the hope of our country's literature! ”

This sentence made Xiao Fei very excited.

He didn't expect Ba Lao to have such a high opinion of himself, ashamed, ashamed!

After receiving the award, Xiao Fei concentrated on the writing of "Life and Death Fatigue". But in early March, he received a call from Mr. Li. (To be continued.) )