Wang Meng took the two manuscripts in the hands of Editor-in-Chief He and read them again.

This time, after reading it, he was silent for a long time, and after a while, he applauded and said: "This kid is really a genius, he can write long stories, he can also write short stories, and he chatted about thousands of words, and he wrote two different styles of realistic short stories, especially this "That Man, That Mountain, That Road", I seem to see Maupassant." ”

"Uh...... Lao Wang, your evaluation is too high, right? Maupassant? That's one of the world's three great short story masters, can this kid be comparable to him? Editor-in-chief He obviously didn't believe it and said.

Although he admits that He Yun's writing talent is indeed rare, compared with the world's great writers, the gap is more than a little bit and a half.

Who was Maupozana?

Have you heard of the short stories "Necklace", "Sheep Fat Ball" and "My Uncle Hule"!

That's right, it's all the work of the world's master of short stories.

Can He Yun be compared to him?

It's almost impossible.

"Ahem...... I said Lao He, you listen to me after I finish speaking, I said that this kid can be comparable to Maupassant? I mean, their style is kind of like that's all, where do you want to go? ”

After saying this, Wang Meng went on to say to Editor-in-Chief He: "These three realisms, I actually like this one more "That Man, That Mountain, That Road", it's better to keep this one, and the other two articles will be published by your magazine, what do you think?" ”

"I don't think so, do you think this kid only sent a book manuscript to our magazine? He sent one copy of each of these two short stories to the "Furong" magazine and the "October" magazine in Hunan Province, so, Lao Wang, if you like it, please contact this kid quickly, otherwise you will be late and you will have no chance! If you don't believe me, look at this letter he sent with him. ”

Editor-in-Chief He smiled suddenly, and then handed Wang Meng another letter.

When Wang Meng finished reading the short letter sent by He Yun, he couldn't laugh or cry.

"This kid is shopping around, he can figure it out!"

"It's normal, and it's the same with other writers!" Editor-in-Chief He replied, but he was no longer surprised.

"That's true, but this kid can take the initiative to write to you to explain this matter in advance, and he should be more inclined to your magazine, otherwise, he wouldn't have written this letter." Wang Meng nodded with a smile and said again.

"Hmm...... Maybe, but I'm still going to send him a telegram today to tell this kid the results of the review, lest Lao Kang come to me again like last time. ”

"Hahahaha...... Didn't you agree in the end? Wang Meng seemed to remember something, and couldn't help laughing.

"So, strike while it's hot, lest there be any accidents!"

Editor-in-Chief He's words fell, but Wang Meng immediately shook his head at him, coughed, and said, "Ahem...... Lao He, I think if it is published in "Contemporary", you can consider the short story "Flying South", and as for the long story "Love in Lakes and Mountains", you should consider publishing it. ”

"Lao Wang, I don't need to say this, in fact, I also planned to do so, last time I was under so much pressure to publish "Far Island Spy" but in the end, I ...... Alas...... Let's not talk about that, let's talk about something else! I heard that this year's National Outstanding Short and Medium Stories will announce the final list of winning works in the near future? ”

Editor-in-Chief He sighed lightly, and after saying a word, he immediately looked at Wang Meng and changed the topic.

"It should be in the near future, right? Probably the end of December. Wang Meng nodded and replied.

"It's only been a little over a month, and I remember that this kid seems to have been shortlisted." Editor-in-Chief He thought about it and said.

"Really?" Wang Meng was stunned for a moment and muttered.

Then, Wang Meng raised the manuscript in his hand again, and continued: "I think this short story in my hand has a chance to run for the next National Outstanding Short Story Award, why don't I show it to Lao Zheng of the Monthly?" ”

"Oh...... It's okay, I know Lao Zheng, and I like realism very much. ”

Editor-in-Chief He's words made Wang Meng smile and nodded again: "That's why I want to show him this article." ”

"Uh...... I remember he was a judge on the judging committee of this year's National Outstanding Short and Medium Story Awards, right? Editor-in-Chief He suddenly thought of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Wang Meng and said.

"Seems so!" Wang Meng thought about it and replied.

At the same time, Wang Meng thought of something again, but he hurriedly explained: "Lao He, don't think about it, Lao Zheng is the judge of this session, but he may not be the next one, I am not a violation." ”

"Of course I know, I didn't mean that, I just want to say that Lao Kang is also one of the judges, you said this time, will that kid have some success?" When Editor-in-Chief He said this, he suddenly showed a strange expression.

"Probably impossible, right? The National Award for Outstanding Short and Medium Stories is not an ordinary literary award, how can it be so easy to win. Wang Meng replied.

"But this kid can't speculate with common sense!" Editor-in-Chief He said a word, then looked at Wang Meng and said.

"I heard that "Fanghua" was shortlisted for this year's October Literary Award, and you said that this time...... Will the award committee ......"

"Lao He, listening to what you said, I think this seems to be a little possible, you see, now "Fanghua" has achieved good results whether it is published or published, and it has also been adapted into a radio drama by CCTV, and I heard that it will be adapted into a movie by Bayi Film Studio, plus this kid has also written a lot of excellent literary works, If he can win this literary award this time, I'm afraid that this kid will really become one of the youngest famous writers at the moment." Wang Meng was silent for a moment and said lightly.

"Yes! I actually said this kid a long time ago, I'm afraid that in a few years, he will show his prominence in the domestic literary world, but now...... After all, I still underestimated him, with his writing speed, I am afraid that he will be able to win the Mao Dun Literature Award in two years at most, and maybe even win some awards in the international literary world. ”

"Internationally? Lao He, you don't mean the Nobel Prize, do you? Wang Meng couldn't believe it.

"Of course not" Editor-in-Chief He immediately shook his head: "I mean the International Science Fiction Awards, Lao Wang, you don't know yet, not long ago, this kid had two science fiction awards that won the first and second prizes of Huaxia Galaxy Science Fiction respectively. ”

"What? And what's going on? Science fiction, do you mean the short story "Dreams of the Future" that he wrote earlier? Isn't that right? Didn't you say there were two? And one more is ......"

"It seems to be called "Hou Yi Running to the Moon", which is a long science fiction published in the magazine "Science Literature and Art", and my old classmate, Lao Liang, the editor-in-chief of "Science Literature and Art", also said that they plan to translate this science fiction into English and prepare to take it to the international competition for awards!"