After Ye Chen came back from the Longzi border post, he went directly to the academy, originally this matter was at most Sister Hui She knew, but I don't know why it spread to the academy again.

Originally, the college was already on vacation, and after such a thing, Professor Yang Zhengwen, the head of the Department of Literature, was waiting for him in the academy in person, if he didn't go, he would be too arrogant, originally this Mocheng Literature Award, Ye Chen didn't want to receive it, even if Cerdomon invited him many times.

But now that the school knows that they are going to receive this award, the meaning is different, Ye Chen is not the kind of person who can't get through, since this is the case, let's go for it!

Professor Yang Zhengwen, Ye Chen has seen it but is not familiar with it, but he has admired his name for a long time, because Professor Yang Zhengwen is an old professor who enjoys national treatment, and he is also the honorary chairman of the Huaxia Screenwriters Association.

If these titles are fictitious titles, then there are no less than twenty screenwriters of all sizes he has brought out, among which Zhu Hongqi, a screenwriter with the theme of the Anti-Japanese War, is his proud disciple, and there are also national first-class screenwriters Meng Changjie, Mu Xiaofeng, Ban Liao and others are all proud disciples of his old man, so the old man with gray temples in front of Ye Chen is not an ordinary character.

Ye Chen walked in front of the old man, looked at the kind old man and said: "Old Yang, hello, I am Ye Chen, I have kept you waiting for a long time, the traffic in Longzi County is not good, I will come to you as soon as I get off the train, you can rest assured that I will definitely go to the Mocheng Literature Award, how to say that I and Master Cerdomon are also forgetful friends, and I can't save his face." ”

Yang Zhengwen looked at Ye Chen, listened to what he said, his hands kept shaking, this Ye Chen's words are simply too annoying, this Mo Cheng-Pennay Literary Award is unanimously the largest literary award in Northern Russia, but it has never been promulgated to the outside world, this time it is actually awarded to Ye Chen, this is already a great honor, and it is also the beginning of Chinese literature's entry into foreign literature, and it is also for Ye Chen's poem "Haiyan" to list the poetry award separately, which is the first time in history.

Yang Zhengwen had never heard of this before, but he knew that there was a Chinese poem that was favored by Cherdomon, but he didn't pay attention to that person's name, because he didn't believe that Ye Chen in front of him had this kind of literary skills in addition to being proficient in songs, so he couldn't help but look at Ye Chen a few more times, and kept nodding his head.

The more Yang Zhengwen looked at this kid, the more he liked it, so he smiled and said, "Ye Chen, do you have time to take my class?" ”

Ye Chen was originally thinking about how to communicate with this Professor Yang, but now it's good that this Professor Yang actually excavated directly.

"Old Yang, I like literature very much, but now I still have several movies to make, I will definitely go to your class next semester, you can rest assured, and this Mocheng-Pennai Literature Award, I Ye Chen will also win glory for our Huaxia, if anyone doesn't match, I will beat them to serve!" Ye Chen said to Yang Zhengwen very sincerely.

Yang Zhengwen was stunned, people are not convinced, you still have to beat others to serve, isn't this nothing to do?

"Xiao Ye, we are now going to win glory for the country, not to fight, to be honest, the highest award in Northern Russia, the Mocheng-Pennay Literary Award, is also one of the highest awards in world literature, you can get this award, on the one hand, your strength, on the other hand, there is also the strong recommendation of Master Cerdomon, if there is no strong recommendation from him, if your poetry wants to become a world-class famous poem, it still needs to be accumulated and inherited after I don't know how many years, you, don't stir up trouble, a literati will start fighting at every turn, It's really when you are a grandson monkey! ”

Start fighting, return the grandson monkey, what does this Yang Lao think of himself!

"Pension, you are wrong in the day! I'm not going to fight, I mean after I went, a foreigner won the highest award in their country, and it was the first in history that he would definitely be defeated by them, and the best way to deal with the enemy was not to know how to be emotional, but to show his fists and use his own strength to defeat him, of course, this strength is not everyone, but a literary contest, aren't they not convinced? I'll beat him until he is convinced, and it's a big deal to give them another Zhuge Liang tongue battle against Confucianism, so that they can lose their hearts! ”

When Yang Zhengwen heard it, this kid's tone was not small, but when he remembered the few poems of Ye Chen he saw before, each of them was very good, and the few poems selected by the Beijing Poetry Association this time included a few of Ye Chen's, and they were all masterpieces, and it would not be an exaggeration to call them masterpieces.

"Okay, don't be too crazy, you kid don't really treat those people abroad as dry food, you don't know Russian, if you communicate in English, it is estimated that it is not very popular in their homeland, so, I want to call you an assistant, he is proficient in many languages, he can be a companion for you, do you think you need it?"

"Private translator!"

That's a bit high!

Ye Chen was a little happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, now he is quite proficient in both English and Russian, so for him, it is the same with or without a translator.

"Yes, private translator, he doesn't have anything to do now, just so you will go out this time to meet the world, and by the way, meet Master Cherdomon."

Yang Zhengwen said very bluntly, it is true that he found a translator for himself, and on the other hand, he also did something private for the translator he found, that is, to meet Master Cherdomon.

This old man Yang Zhengwen is good, Ye Chen did not refuse him, and said with a smile: "Then there is no problem, just be a personal assistant for me!" I know Russian, but I can't cope with some socializing? Just let him deal with it for me! ”

Ye Chen's words were a little fluttering, because he had never participated in such a big award ceremony, not to mention that this was the first time he went abroad in his previous life and this life, so it was strange that he was not excited, on the other hand, he promised Yang Zhengwen, and his own selfish thoughts, that is, he didn't understand the current etiquette of North Russia, and with an assistant, he didn't have to worry too much about his mistakes.

"Okay, then I'll ask him to come to the school tomorrow to find you, your dormitory room number, I'll give it to him, and remember to call me when you have time!"

After Yang Zhengwen finished speaking, he gave Ye Chen a business card, and looking at Yang Zhengwen's back, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh.

When you are old, you must work harder, this quilt can no longer be muddy, this time you go abroad, since you go, you must be ready for the challenge.

"Friends from North Russia, I'm here!"