In the blink of an eye, it is time to award the National Award for Outstanding Short Stories.

This award is sponsored by the Writers' Association and selected by People's Literature.

Although it has only been two years, it has become the most important award in the hearts of domestic short story writers.

When Jiang Yulou went to attend the awards, only the school teachers and the three people in the dormitory knew.

So, he carried a bulging schoolbag and went to the State Guesthouse, the place of the award ceremony.

"Is this it?"

Jiang Yulou looked up at the signboard and said to himself.

He walked up the steps, but in front of the door, he was stopped by the staff of the state guesthouse.

"Comrade, this place is not open to the public."

"I'm a writer at this ceremony."

"Writers?"

The staff looked Jiang Yulou up and down, his eyes were full of suspicion, no matter how much he looked at his age and costume, he didn't look like a writer who could participate in the award ceremony.

Jiang Yulou said: "Yes, I have an invitation. ”

The staff said noncommittally: "Little comrade, I said, you can't enter here, so don't make excuses to get through." ”

Jiang Yulou frowned slightly, took out the invitation letter from his jacket pocket, and shook it in front of him, "I said it all, I have an invitation." ”

"It looks pretty real, but you're ......," the staff mocked, "You don't look like a serious writer at first glance." ”

"I'm talking about you as a staff member!"

More and more people came to the State Guesthouse, and Jiang Yulou's anger was also accumulating.

At this moment, a person dressed as a manager ran in front of Jiang Yulou with small steps wiping the sweat from his forehead,

"What's going on, why are you arguing?"

"Manager, I said that the State Guesthouse has something to do today, and it is not open to the public, this little comrade just doesn't listen." The staff looked aggrieved.

The manager looked at Jiang Yulou with a smile on his face: "Look, comrade, our State Guesthouse ......"

Jiang Yulou interrupted him: "I have an invitation. ”

With that, he handed the invitation to the manager.

After the manager took the invitation, he looked at the staff with a blaming look in his eyes.

The staff muttered quietly, "It must be fake, I have never seen such a young writer." ”

The manager ignored the staff's complaints, but opened the invitation, and then saw the name that had recently made a name for itself in the cultural world.

His hands twitched, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he had a premonition that he was going to be unlucky.

"You...... You are Jiang Yulou, Teacher Jiang? ”

Jiang Yulou said impatiently: "Well, isn't my name on the invitation?" ”

"Is it Mr. Jiang who wrote the poetry collection "Sauvignon Blanc"?"

"Can anyone else not do it?" Jiang Yulou asked rhetorically.

It's over!

The manager wailed in his heart, he had already informed his subordinates that they were all great writers who came today, and they were already going to be entertained.

But now?

He gave him a vicious look at the staff member who had nothing to do, and he would clean you up when he got back.

"Teacher Jiang, please ......come in quickly," the manager smiled humbly, and led Jiang Yulou to the hotel in a low manner.

It's over!

The staff member who stopped Jiang Yulou just now had a dark eye, but he didn't expect that the young man who looked like a liar was really a great writer?

Although he is now an iron job bowl and is not afraid of being fired, it is too easy for his immediate boss to rectify him.

The future is bright!

There is a check-in point in the lobby of the hotel and a manager in which everything goes smoothly.

What he didn't expect was that it was his book fans who were in charge of registration.

He didn't get lost in the voice of the teacher.

It was only after receiving the key to the room that he got rid of the compliments of the hotel staff.

If he was just attending an awards ceremony, he would definitely not stay in a hotel, but when he heard that there was a symposium after the ceremony, he decided to stay for a day to see how it went.

The ceremony was held in the lobby on the first floor, and under the guidance of the staff, he sat down at the banquet table with his name written on it.

There were many writers who participated in the ceremony, some old and some young, but looking at it, even the youngest writers were much older than Jiang Yulou.

Xu ate too much in the morning, he felt that his stomach was not quite right, and after putting his schoolbag on the seat, he went to the bathroom first before the leaders of the Writers' Association and the masters who presented the awards arrived.

After solving the personal problem, it was really much easier.

As soon as he returned to the banquet hall, he was stopped.

"Waiter, where's the bathroom?"

Jiang Yulou ignored it at first, thinking that he was calling the service staff again, until the person grabbed his arm.

He turned around and saw that it was an old man with glasses.

The old man said unhappily: "I said that you little comrade, didn't you hear me?" ”

"Exit the ballroom, turn left and walk to the head." Jiang Yulou saw that he was old, and he didn't want to be like him.

After saying that, he wanted to leave, not wanting to be dragged by the old man again.

"Huh? What is your attitude as a waiter? The old man said proudly.

Jiang Yulou frowned slightly, and said quietly: "I'm sorry, I'm not a waiter, and I'm also a writer who participated in this ceremony." ”

"You're a writer?"

The old man's eyes were full of suspicion.

The corners of Jiang Yulou's mouth twitched and said, "Well, I am the award-winning writer this time, Jiang Yulou." ”

"Uh...... You, you are Jiang Yulou. The old man's eyes were embarrassed, and he didn't say anything more, let go of his hand and slipped.

If you don't run, you can't do it, he hasn't won an award yet. But this young man is good, he is not very young but has made a big reputation, and now he has won an award, he is really more popular than others!

Jiang Yulou shook his head, these people are old, but there are a lot of shelves.

Not to mention how much the level has improved, the rotten energy of the literati and artists on his body has increased a lot.

Soon, the officials of the Writers' Association and the masters entered the arena one after another.

Jiang Yulou, an official of the Writers' Association, didn't know many people, but the arrival of the masters made him very excited.

One by one, people who shine in the future generations appeared in front of him, including Mao Dun, Ba Jin, Sha Ting, Cao Yu, Wu Guanyi, Yuan Kejia, Li Changzhi, etc.

Mao Dun, surnamed Shen, the word Yanbing, is a real master of the literary world in China, a living monument, and he is also friends with Lu Xun and Qu Qiubai.

This master is already eighty-three years old this year, and it is also unthinkable for Jiang Yulou to be able to participate in this ceremony.

However, after the award ceremony, the old man left.

It's a pity that he can't ask for advice, but he understands it.

There is also Cao Yu, Cao Lao, as one of the pioneers of the New Culture Movement, he is as famous as Lu Xun, Guo Moruo, Mao Dun, Ba Jin, and Lao She. He is also the champion of modern drama in China and a drama educator.

Don't look at his titles, but the old man is very rich and easy to get along with, no matter who he talks to, he has a smile on his face.

If you want to say that he is most familiar with Ba Lao, he is also a master, Ba Lao has his own grandmaster demeanor, speaks amiably, and has a kind of admiration.

As for the other masters, Jiang Yulou only heard of their names, but did not know them.

"They're all masters, they're all masters!" The one next to Jiang Yulou was a little excited.