Hunan Normal University, family area.

He Yun and Gao Lao had just chatted for a while, and Gao Lao's unintentional words made He Yun instantly startled, and he couldn't help but stand up immediately.

"What! Professor Liu wants to see me? At this moment, He Yun was really shocked.

He had heard of Professor Liu's name for a long time, but he had never wanted to meet him before, but now, Professor Liu actually wanted to take the initiative to meet him, which shocked him and caught him off guard.

"Hmm...... A few days ago, I happened to meet him and told him about you, and he was quite surprised when he heard that you were going to Kyoto to attend the award ceremony of the National Writers' Association. Elder Gao smiled slightly and couldn't help but explain.

It can be seen that he is becoming more and more satisfied with He Yun, the "quasi-son-in-law".

"Elder Gao, but I have to take the train to Kyoto in the afternoon, this is ...... Will it be too late? He Yun thought about it and said again.

"Don't worry about this, I have already made an appointment with him, at noon, we will have a meal together, and we will not delay your afternoon train."

Elder Gao explained, stood up directly, he walked to the table, opened the drawer, took out a journal from it and handed it to He Yun: "Look, this is the internal journal of our Hunan Normal University, and it has the article you wrote." ”

"No, Elder Gao, I've already seen it from our dean." He Yun waved his hand.

This internal publication of Hunan Normal University, he naturally read it from Dean Yu a long time ago.

Seriously, the two feelings are very different from seeing himself in the magazine, he is more calm about his own works published in the magazine, and he is not embarrassed at all, but like this kind of internal school publication, he is really embarrassed to read the thief.

It's not because my paper is not good enough, but because I feel awkward to read my own articles in a professional journal like this, which is like reading the poems or prose I wrote on the radio station of a junior high school in later generations, which is a little shy and embarrassing.

"Xiaohe, remember to be respectful later, if you can be admitted to the graduate school of the Chinese Department of Xiangshi University, if nothing else, your supervisor should be Professor Liu." Elder Gao put down the journal in his hand, and couldn't help but tell He Yun again.

"Elder Gao, I understand, I'll pay attention." In fact, he will pay attention to it without being told by Elder Gao, after all, this is related to his future graduate career, and he must not be careless.

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At noon, a canteen of Hunan Normal University.

Originally, Mr. Gao was going to arrange to invite Professor Liu to dinner outside the school, but Professor Liu insisted that it would be good to eat in the cafeteria without such trouble.

Despite this, Gao Lao still made six dishes, four meat and two vegetarian dishes.

After Elder Gao led He Yun to meet Professor Liu, he immediately shook hands with Professor Liu and introduced, "Professor Liu, hello, this is the little He Yun I mentioned to you. ”

As soon as Old Gao's words fell, He Yun immediately took the initiative to step forward, and greeted the old man in front of him with a smile: "Hello! Professor Liu, I'm He Yun, and it's a pleasure to meet you! ”

"Hello, Koga! He's really young and promising! Professor Liu also smiled, shook hands with He Yun, and praised He Yun.

"Don't dare to be, Professor Liu, compared to your round of Haoyue, I'm just a firefly light!" He Yun said modestly.

"Hahaha...... It's funny for you young man to talk. He Yun's words immediately made Professor Liu laugh.

However, as soon as he changed his words, he continued: "Although there is a huge difference between Firefly and Haoyue, as long as you work hard, you can compete for glory." ”

"What's more, the paper you wrote is very well written, and it has reached the level of an undergraduate graduate, especially the idea that you put forward in your thesis, literature, should be entertained and inspired by the public, which is indeed a very unique argument."

"You're too polite, I just think that whether a literary work is sunny or a person is actually not so important to the general public, what is the most important thing is to like it, be close to life, and give people inspiration."

This view has always been adhered to by He Yun, which can be seen from his previous literary works.

When He Yun's words fell, Professor Liu immediately nodded and sighed: "Yes, in fact, there are many so-called elegant works, although there is no shortage of classics, but they also reduce the ...... readability. ”

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After talking freely with Professor Liu this time, He Yun suddenly felt that the rumored master's tutor of the Chinese Department in front of him was not so old-fashioned.

Professor Liu not only speaks humorously, but also pays attention to tolerance for literature, which is consistent with He Yun's opinion.

Maybe that's exactly what happened, the more the two talked, the more speculative they became, which couldn't help but make the old man on the side secretly relieved.

At the same time, it also made him feel very gratified, after all, if his "quasi-son-in-law" can enter this magic eye, the future will be even brighter.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, He Yun and the three of them left the cafeteria.

"Professor Liu, goodbye!"

"Goodbye, Koga! I hope to see you in my class next time! ”

"Okay, Professor Liu, I won't let you down."

After seeing off Professor Liu, He Yun and Gao Lao returned to the family area.

Two hours later, He Yun arrived at the provincial railway station with his luggage.

When he got on the train to Kyoto, it was already an hour and a half late.

Although he didn't buy a sleeper ticket this time, he was already satisfied with a seat, at least he didn't need to stand to go to Kyoto.

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When He Yun woke up, the train had already entered a railway station in Kyoto, and at this time, it was already half past five in the morning of December 25.

The award ceremony took place at half past nine, which means that there are still four hours to go.

It's just that he was a little surprised, and I don't know if it's because of some reason, the final list of winners of the "National Excellent Short and Medium Story Award" was not announced in advance.

And there was no wind at all.

I guess it will be announced at the award ceremony!

He Yun muttered secretly, and walked out of the train station with his luggage.

Naturally, he has never been to the National Writers' Association, but this does not prevent him from going.

No, at half past eight in the morning, he arrived at his destination.

After some inquiry, he came to a large auditorium with a letter of introduction and an invitation from the writers' association.

Compared to the previous two award ceremonies he attended, the "national team" is just different.

In four words, it is "solemn".

Not to mention the huge size of the auditorium, the most important thing is the atmosphere of the scene, which made him a little breathless.

"Xiaohe, why are you standing at the door? Just sit in? Just as He Yun was standing at the door looking into the auditorium, suddenly, a hand was placed on his left shoulder.

He hurriedly turned his head, and when he saw that it was Chairman Kang, he immediately greeted with a smile: "Hello, Chairman Kang." ”

"Lao Kang, is he the Comrade He Yun you often mention? That's too young, right? Beside Kang Xin, a man in his fifties said with a smile.

"Come, Xiaohe, let me introduce you, this is Qi Longqi, editor-in-chief of "Reader" magazine."

"Hello! Editor-in-chief of Qi. He Yun looked at the other party curiously, and shouted with a smile.

"Hello! Comrade He Yun, I heard that "Archaeological Notes: The Tomb of King Lang on the Night" was also written by you? Qi Long grinned and went straight to the point.

"Uh...... Right! That's exactly what I wrote. He Yun was stunned when he heard the other party mention this, but he still nodded and admitted.

"Editor-in-Chief Qi, in fact, I didn't expect this kid to be so powerful, he can write military spy warfare, he actually wrote science fiction, realism, and even reportage." At this time, Kang Xin also praised and said.

"Really? It seems that Comrade He Yun is still an all-rounder! When Qi Long heard this, he sighed and said.

"That's not it! Lao Qi, don't you know, Lao Kang is a young writer who regards him as a key training, I don't believe you ask Lao Kang. ”

Suddenly, two more people approached.

And it was one of them who said this -- Wang Meng, editor-in-chief of the "People's Literature" magazine.

And the other person is none other than He Editor-in-Chief of Contemporary.

Both of them came to participate in the "National Outstanding Short and Medium Story Award" held by the National Writers Association.

As one of the most well-known and most important literary awards in the domestic literary circle, this time, the National Writers Association not only invited all its members, but also invited many literary leaders and editors-in-chief of major literary magazines in the country.

In particular, he is the editor-in-chief of some important literary journals, such as People's Literature magazine, Contemporary magazine, Harvest magazine, October magazine, Reader magazine, and so on.

"Hello, Comrade He Yun, I am Wang Meng, editor-in-chief of People's Literature Magazine, and this is He Editor-in-Chief of Contemporary!" Wang Meng looked at He Yun and said with a smile.

"Hmm...... Editor-in-Chief Wang, Editor-in-Chief He, it's a pleasure to meet you, ...... before"

He Yun nodded, but before he could continue, he saw Kang Xin suddenly startled, and he looked at a person in the auditorium walking over: "Huh...... It seems to be the editor-in-chief of "Furong" magazine, why is he coming to us? Is it ......?"

At this moment, Kangxin set his eyes on He Yun.

When He Yun saw this Chairman Kang looking at him, he muttered in a low voice, "Uh...... Wouldn't it be for me? What's going on today? So many editors-in-chief of magazines happen to ......"

"Lao Kang, you're finally here, huh...... This is ...... You are Manjianghong...... Wrong! You are Comrade He Yun, right? Editor-in-Chief Wu glanced at Kang Xin, and then immediately set his eyes on He Yun.

Obviously, he also came for He Yun.

Well, at this moment, He Yun is really a little "flustered".

This feeling of "flattering" made him feel very restrained.

After all, these are the editors-in-chief of important domestic magazines, and they are all "around" around him, how do you say he doesn't feel constrained.

"Comrade He Yun, in addition to publishing your "Nanfei", can our "Furong" magazine publish your other short story "That Man, That Mountain, That Road"?"

"Ahem...... Editor-in-Chief Wu, can't you do this? These two articles, our "People's Literature" and "October" magazines, have reached a relevant agreement with Comrade He Yun, you ......" At this time, Wang Meng said with a smile.

"Editor-in-Chief Wang is right, we are going to publish it at the same time."

At this moment, a voice came, and then Zhang Xingming, the editor-in-chief of the "October" magazine, came over.