To tell the truth, the writer next to Jiang Yulou ...... If it weren't for the name on the table, Jiang Yulou really couldn't believe that he was the famous Wang Meng in later generations.

He knows Wang Meng, in addition to the fact that the great writer has appeared on many programs in later generations, there is another reason, that is, one of Wang Meng's works was made into a movie a few years later, and he also watched it on the theme of youth campus.

As for why the great writer came to the award ceremony, it is naturally because he is also an award-winner.

Wang Meng's short story "Youyou Inch Grass Heart" is one of the award-winning works of this year.

In fact, it's not just him, let's just say that these writers sitting in the audience, who is not confused when they see these masters on the stage!

Wang Meng: This is not bad, there are many excited bodies trembling.

In the eyes of ordinary people, these writers are regarded as people with unique insights and talents, and their works may be regarded as excellent works worth reading, but in the face of literary giants, they are latecomers, students, and book lovers.

Jiang Yulou patted Wang Meng on the shoulder and said kindly: "Teacher Wang, the masters are all very good, and there will be an opportunity to ask them for guidance in a while." ”

He was afraid that Wang Meng would be so excited that he would not be able to walk for a while, and it would not be good to make a joke.

After calming down, Wang Meng stopped trembling, glanced at Jiang Yulou, and said gratefully: "Thank you." ”

After a pause, he said again: "It's still a young man with a good mentality, I see that you have always changed your face, and you are much better than an old guy like me." ”

"Thank you, I was so excited just now." Jiang Yu said.

Wang Meng couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Is Comrade Xiao Jiang also a winner?" ”

"Well, it's a fluke." Jiang Yu said.

Wang Meng's eyes suddenly became a little complicated, although this was the second time he had won the award, and the number of times was more than Jiang Yulou. But he's forty-five years old.

How old is Jiang Yulou, is there twenty?

His future is noticeably brighter!

Even with Wang Meng's talent and bearing, he is a little envious of Jiang Yulou.

"Young man, it's time to catch up!" Wang Meng couldn't help but think.

Oh, if Wang Meng knows that Jiang Yulou is also writing novels, and he is also quite famous in the poetry world, I am afraid that his mentality will be even worse.

Just as the two were whispering to each other in the audience, the ceremony began.

First, the leaders of the Writers' Association spoke, and then Mao Dun, Ba Lao and others spoke successively, mostly to give creative encouragement to the writers attending the meeting.

After that, the awards were announced, and the winning writers took the stage to accept them.

As for the speech, there is still no one at this time.

After all, it is not a single award, Jiang Yulou can also receive the award.

The award-winning writers on the stage were all heroes in the literary world, to be honest, when he came into close contact with several masters, Jiang Yulou's hands were also trembling.

Half excitement, half reverence.

Nowadays, the country's economic conditions are still very difficult, so the award ceremony is very shabby from a material point of view. But fortunately, there are many masters who are still alive, and it is worth it to meet them.

After Ba Lao handed the certificate to Jiang Yulou, he encouraged: "You are Comrade Jiang Yulou, I didn't expect to be so young, and I will work hard to create in the future, so as not to live up to the expectations of the people." ”

He knew that this young man, Jiang Yulou was able to win the award this time, in addition to his good writing of novels, another reason was that the harvest helped him.

"Thank you, Ba Lao, I will definitely follow your teachings in the future and strive to become a writer that the people like." Jiang Yulou said excitedly.

The award ceremony is a tea party, and at this time, everyone does not need to be as grand as the ceremony, you can be casual.

If you have the chance, you can also go to the seats of those literary giants to ask for advice.

Soon the opportunity came, Jiang Yulou ran over with his small bag on his back.

His first target was Barkin.

I saw Jiang Yulou come to Ba Lao's table, take out a book from his bag, bend down and hand it to the old man, and said respectfully: "Teacher Ba Jin, I like your work very much, can you sign it for me?" ”

Ba Lao smiled kindly, and he reached out to take the book handed over by Jiang Yulou. His hands appear thin, with loose skin and well-defined lines, and his fingers are slender and curved.

Jiang Yulou also noticed that there would still be some calluses or wrinkles on Ba Lao's hands, which were all traces left by the years on Ba Lao's hands.

Ba Lao pushed down his glasses, and when he saw the title of the book, he laughed, "Oh? It's my early work. ”

This brand new book is Ba Lao's early novella "Home", which Jiang Yulou bought recently.

Jiang Yulou liked this novel very much, and he often used it to read and think about it in his previous life.

"Home", together with "Spring" and "Autumn", is known as the Torrent Trilogy, and it is the most distinctive banner of Ba Jin's call for freedom, democracy, respect for personality, and the liberation of human nature.

The ups and downs of the characters in the novel are thinking, depressed, hesitating, and moving forward for life, love, and the future, and the ups and downs of their fates summarize the turbulent and changing old society from the "May Fourth" era to the 40s of this century.

It can be said that this novel is the proud work of Ba Lao.

Ba Lao picked up the pen and wrote a blessing on the title page of the work, "I wish Comrade Jiang Yulou to continue to break through himself and create works that are more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in the future creative journey." Ba jin. ”

"Thank you, Ba Lao."

When the autograph book arrived, Jiang Yulou's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

Ba Lao's autograph book is very worthy of collection in later generations, although there is no material reward for this award, but with this signed novel, there will be no loss.

He looked at the other masters again, and his eyes were about to glow.

Unable to delay, he took out the book he had prepared and asked the rest of the masters to sign it.

Jiang Yulou felt that he was now more and more like a person in the mixed literature circle.

"Teacher Cao......"

"Teacher Sha......"

“……”

Although they didn't know each other, the other masters, like Ba Lao, had a very easy-going attitude, and they were very generous to Jiang Yulou's small request.

On the contrary, some authors who are not yet famous are not so easy to get along with, especially when they see that Jiang Yulou is still so young, they are not very polite to speak.

Who made him look young, and took the master's book to sign, so he sneered:

"Heh, today's young writers have no cultivation at all, and they go around looking for old-timers to sign a book with a book, and make a good award ceremony a chicken, fly and jump."

Facing a group of old and immoral people, Jiang Yulou was not used to their bad habits, and directly scolded:

"The master's writing is good, what's wrong with me asking for an autograph? If you can write a good book, I will ask you for an autograph, and since you can't write it, don't be jealous of it. ”

"You...... You...... Vulgar! ”

A few old fellows were dumbfounded and looked embarrassed.