In the afternoon, near the Bayi Film Studio, in a guest house.

There was only a table bed and a desk in the small room, there was no air conditioning, and there was no electric fan, so He Yun could only go to the public toilet in the guest house to wash his face, and then returned to the room with a soaked towel.

Time passed little by little, and He Yun finally stayed up until the temperature dropped after dark, and then left the room and went outside to eat something.

After coming back, he took a cold shower, changed his clothes, took out the manuscript of "Hou Yi Running to the Moon" in his luggage, and sat down at the table.

He put ink on his pen, and after calming down, he began to write

At about ten o'clock in the evening, He Yun had just finished writing a page of manuscript paper when the light above his head went dark.

"There's a power outage?"

"That's not right! It seems that it is time for the guest house to turn off the lights! He Yun looked at the light outside the window, but shook his head slightly.

He took advantage of the little light outside, sorted out the manuscript he had written, and could only go to bed.

Nothing was said all night.

Early the next morning, He Yun got up and bought a few steamed buns for breakfast, and when he saw that it was still early before the afternoon train departed, he planned to go around for a walk.

Today's Bayi Film Studio is not like the Bayi Film Studio of later generations, and its film and television base has not yet been built, so there is actually nothing to see around here.

No, after He Yun walked around, he felt that it was not interesting, so he went back to the guest house.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he saw two people walking outside with luggage.

"Huh...... Aren't these two the same people who ate yesterday? Didn't they get caught and taken to the police station? How do you ...... here? ”

He Yun muttered secretly, but in his mind, he suddenly remembered an incident from yesterday.

At that time, he was having dinner, and he happened to share a table with these two people, and listening to their accents, it seemed that they were from the three eastern provinces, and he didn't care at that time.

But the next scene made him almost unable to come back, if he hadn't reacted in time and took out the letter of introduction and writer's card he had brought with him, he would have been taken back to the police station as a "fallen master".

It turned out that the two people who shared the table with him were specialized in "special business" between a certain northern country and China.

I came to Kyoto this time to rent a place to stock up on goods in Kyoto and to expand my business.

Unexpectedly, because of problems with the rented place, and some other reasons, the two were directly taken back to assist in the investigation.

In fact, they originally wanted to buy a place to stock up, but now, in Kyoto, commercial housing is not seen at all, except for the unit building, that is, some courtyard houses, and these courtyards, except for a very few single-living courtyard houses left over from history, basically all the courtyard houses are inhabited by many families.

It's not at all like what is written in some of them, just throw tens of millions casually, you can harvest a large piece of house, and then wait for a decade or two to sell it and earn it 18 billion.

In fact, now many of the country's policies for buying and selling houses are not perfect, even if you want to buy, it is very difficult, only in the nineties, with the emergence of commercial housing, various policies and laws are sound, housing prices began to soar, buying and selling houses has become a reality.

It is precisely because of this that many people in Kyoto live in rented houses, and the places where they stock up are no exception, and they can only rent, not buy.

But these two people happened to have a problem with the place they rented, and now, the two of them were unlucky, so there was the scene that He Yun encountered yesterday.

Of course, it doesn't matter, after all, it doesn't have much to do with him, and he doesn't want to earn this "money" with great risks.

Therefore, after watching the two of them leave like this, he couldn't help but shake his head, and then put the doubts in his heart behind.

When he returned to his room, he sat down at his desk and continued to write.

In the afternoon, after lunch, he went straight to the train station with his luggage.

When he arrived at the train station after more than two hours, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

"If you leave at four, there's only one hour left." He Yun looked at his watch, then at the ticket, and muttered in a low voice.

…………

And just as He Yun was patiently waiting for the train to depart, at this moment, a conference room was full of more than 20 people.

"Ahem...... I think today's meeting is here, I can understand that everyone has disputes, when we meet tomorrow, we will vote directly by secret ballot, so fair and just, and the selected list, I believe everyone should have no opinion! ”

"Yes......!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

"I agree with ...... too!"

…………

Soon, more than 20 people present expressed their support, and they unanimously decided to adopt a secret ballot tomorrow to determine the final result.

That's right

These people are all members of the "National Outstanding Short and Medium Story Award" award committee, and the theme of the meeting they are holding today is very clear, and there is only one, that is, to select the shortlist of candidates for the "National Outstanding Short and Medium Story Award" from 1985 to 1986.

However, because everyone present was arguing, in the end, the meeting did not come to a conclusion.

There was no way, everyone discussed and discussed, and finally decided to use secret ballot to select the list of winning candidates.

"Since everyone agrees to take a secret ballot, let's adjourn."

When the old man sitting in the middle said this, everyone quickly left the conference room.

But the old man did not choose to leave immediately, but stopped another old man: "Lao Wang, wait a minute, let's go together!" ”

"Okay! Why don't you come with me to the People's Literature Magazine to have a look! ”

"It's still not, in a special period, it's still a special treatment! Let's talk as we go! The old man shook his head, said a word, and stood up.

This old man's surname is Kang, his name is Kang Xin, and he is the chairman of the Hunan Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and he is also a member of the award committee.

Like him, the old man he stopped was also one of the members of the award committee, his surname was Wang, and he was Wang Meng, the editor-in-chief of the "People's Literature" magazine.

"Alright then, since you've said so, let's go!" Wang Meng smiled and said immediately.

The two walked out of the conference room and walked side by side.

Kang Xin smiled, suddenly remembered something, and said to Wang Meng beside him: "Lao Wang, just now I saw you and Lao Du fighting, you are optimistic about the sci-fi short story "Dream of the Future", and you want to ensure that this one enters the shortlist of the National Excellent Short Story Award!" ”

"Hahaha...... That's natural.,Although this is science fiction.,But the award rules don't stipulate that science fiction can't win awards.,Aren't I also doing things according to the rules.,Besides,Aren't you the same?,You seem to have mentioned this too.。 ”

When Wang Meng said this, he suddenly thought of something, and he looked at Kangxin incredulously.

"You...... I see, Lao Kang, there is you! You can hide it! I almost fooled you. ”