Chapter 169 People’s Literature

National Association for Literature and Art, a ministerial-level unit.

The national selection of outstanding short and medium-sized novels is hosted by such a ministerial-level unit, so the standards are naturally not low. Even the award ceremony is held in an important place of state.

In recent years, perhaps to make up for the unfair treatment received by intellectuals in the past few years, the courtesy received by domestic intellectuals is unprecedented.

When he got up early in the morning, Lin Weimin dressed up, went to the Chinese Literature Society to pick up Lu Yao, and then went to the venue where the awards ceremony was held.

His scooter usually shuttles through the streets and alleys of Yanjing City without restraint, but today it could only park far outside the gate of the awards hall.

The security measures were very strict, which made the atmosphere become solemn invisibly.

Lin Weimin saw many familiar people after entering the door.

"Hello, Teacher Wang!"

"Comrade Xiaolin, long time no see!"

There was a photo session at the end, which took more than half an hour before it was over.

The National Outstanding Short Story Award was awarded first. There were a total of 20 winners of the Outstanding Short Story Award. Everyone stepped onto the rostrum one by one and stood in the center of the stage. Leaders from the Literary and Art Association such as Balao and comrades from the Ministry of Culture presented awards.

Everyone gives awards.

"Ba Lao is here!"

The people in the venue looked at this young lesbian and smiled knowingly.

When other parents praised their children, Wei Junyi naturally had to be modest and said, "He is not a famous person, but he is just a stupid young man who is frizzy all day long."

Several people around laughed, and Jiang Zilong said: "You kid, if anyone hears you, I'd say you're so crazy!"

The crowd not far away finally began to flow smoothly after the wave-like surge just now. A few security guards protected a short old man who walked at the front. The crowd moved with the movement of the old man, like

Like the tide.

In addition to award-winning writers, editors-in-chief and editors of major literary publications across the country, leaders and cadres of literary associations, and comrades from various co-organizing units are all here today.

Lin Weimin shook his head, "Sir, after all, he is from the theater circle, and his appeal here is incomparable to that of Balao."

And what a coincidence, the four speakers at Balaodian are all the fifth batch of students of the Institute of Literary Studies after it resumed operations. The Institute of Literary Studies is an institution directly under the Association for Literary and Art Circles. Lin Weimin was thinking wildly in his mind.

The venue is large and can accommodate one or two thousand people.

"Comrade Weimin is a good talent. I have watched "Farewell My Concubine". It is both story-telling and thoughtful, and it has both. It is a rare work."

Lin Weimin stood outside the crowd and caught a glimpse of the old man. Although he had never met the old man in person, he had seen his photos in various news reports, materials, and books in the past two years, so he naturally knew him.

The novella awards have been awarded and the award ceremony has come to an end.

More and more people are gathering at the door of the auditorium. The winners this time are writers from all over the country. Who doesn’t have close friends?

"Hello, seniors and colleagues, I am Lin Weimin. Today is the awards ceremony. I am very happy to win the award. Many acquaintances are also here, and I am even more happy to meet old friends.

There were shouts not far away: "Everyone, please stop crowding, stop crowding!" "Pay attention to safety and be careful where you step!"

Over the past year, Lin Weimin has become famous in the domestic literary world. Most of the people in the audience saw his true face in Lushan for the first time, and their eyes were full of curiosity and scrutiny.

Everyone in the audience burst into laughter at his speech. After listening to his speech, Mr. Balao couldn’t laugh or cry and said, “I won’t be so disrespectful when I go on stage next time!”

The venue was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

After exchanging a few words, Lin Weimin saw the silver-haired Wei Junyi again, "Hello, editor-in-chief! Hello, editor-in-chief!"

More than 20 winners stood on the podium, including men and women, old and young. Lin Weimin stood among them and stood out. He was the youngest here, and the young man was tall and handsome.

Lu Yao looked in the direction of Ba Lao with eyes full of longing. Lin Weimin joked: "Isn't it time to say, "He can take his place?"

Lin Weimin's speech was short, but every word was sonorous and powerful. Especially the two sentences "I hope our literature will always be the people's literature and will always be popular with the people", which aroused great resonance from everyone in the venue.

The entrance to the synagogue was buzzing with people for a while, and suddenly there was a commotion in the distance.

Lin Weimin nodded and said: "Yes."

Balao's roll call was to encourage young people, just like he just asked Jin Ying to speak.

On March 27 last year, Mr. Shen passed away. During his lifetime, Mr. Shen served as the leader of the National Cultural Association for 35 years. After his death, Balao temporarily took over the important task of the leader of the National Cultural Association and became the acting leader of the Association.

Wei Junyi smiled and said: "I brought this grandson to see you. Didn't you talk about serving the people just before the meeting?"

“Very well said!”

Jin Ying's speech was quite satisfactory. When it was Jiang Zilong's turn, he had the personality to go crazy on his own.

Just like Lin Weimin, everyone always says hello when they meet, right?

After one person exchanged a few pleasantries, the stairs into the auditorium were blocked with water.

On the stage, the members of the selection committee took their seats, and in the first few rows below the stage were the leaders of the Association for Literary and Art Circles, the Ministry of Culture, and the writers who won the award this time.

Lin Weimin quickly dragged a few people around him to escape, "Good guy, this is so enthusiastic!"

After saying a few words, Lin Weimin saw Jiang Zilong, Huang Anyi, Jin Ying and others walking over, and he quickly waved to greet them.

My own performance is really bad. Look how good and generous Lin Weimin performed just now!

Lin Weimin and Huang Anyi stood up after hearing Balao's call. He glanced at Huang Anyi, who was a little nervous, and whispered: "I'll go first."

Everyone who was immersed in the atmosphere of gathering old friends looked in that direction, not knowing what was going on.

After praising Lin Weimin a few words, Ba Lao said to Wei Junyi: "This time your Chinese Literature Society has made a big splash!"

After finishing their speeches, the award-winning writers returned to their seats, and the next step was the award ceremony for the Outstanding Novella Award.

Today, in addition to Wei Junyi from the Chinese Literature Society, Qin Chaoyang is also here. He is the editor-in-chief of "Contemporary". Many people in "Contemporary" have won awards today.

A warm voice came from beside her, Huang Anyi turned her head and looked over, meeting Lin Weimin's eyes, her eyes were shy.

"Come, Comrade Lin Weimin from Yanjing, and Comrade Huang Anyi from Shanghai. You two are a man and a woman, one from the south and one from the north. You are the youngest among our group, so you can be the speech representatives."

Lin Weimin hurriedly said: "Lao Ba, you have given me a reward."

Lin Weimin was surprised. Before the meeting, Balao mentioned him?

"I heard in Shanghai that you have a talented person in "Contemporary". No wonder "Contemporary" has developed by leaps and bounds this year, and its sales have already surpassed our "Harvest"." Ba Lao said jokingly.

Many comrades looked nervous and excited. Lin Weimin and others cheered Jiang Zilong, Jin Ying and others in the audience. Others in the audience also applauded, and the atmosphere was warm.

After the awards were awarded, the winning writers had to say a few sentences. There were too many winners and it was impossible to speak one by one. They could only find one or two representatives. Ba Lao called the names, and he happened to choose Jiang Zilong and Jin Ying, a man and a woman. It was very strange.

Representative.

"My surname is Jiang and my name is Zilong. I am from Cangzhou in northern Hebei Province. I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child and have practiced several sets of boxing and kicking. I am 1.83 meters tall and can easily deal with a few heroes. This time in Yanjing, I was appointed to take charge of our Literary Research Institute.

The head of the security department and the head of the undergraduate program who protect these two beautiful female writers do not dare to slack off..."

Lin Weimin stood on the stairs and took a look. There were about two to three hundred people coming today, mainly concentrated in the front half of the hall. The entire back of the hall seemed a bit empty.

In less than half an hour, the speech was over and the award ceremony officially began.

He walked to the table in the center of the podium, picked up the microphone, and looked at the people in the audience.

"Let's go, let's go!"

I hope that our literature will always be the literature of the people and will always be popular with the people. I also hope that many of our predecessors and colleagues will be able to write more popular works, nourish the spirit of our people, and shape the character of our people!

Everyone climbed up the steps and entered the solemn building.

The speech was not long. After the speech by Balao, the representative of the Cultural Association, he was followed by several comrades from the co-organizers. The speeches were kept brief.

On the path of literary creation, I am a junior, and today I would like to express my personal expectations for the future of this industry without any shame.

"Yeah!" Wei Junyi nodded.

Wei Junyi stopped Lin Weimin and took him to the reception hall next to the venue.

Jiang Zilong smiled and said: "I can't help it, this is a living legend."

Jiang Zilong will come on stage later, and his "Red Orange Yellow Green Green Indigo Purple" also won the Outstanding Novella Award.

Everyone in the venue left one by one.

The buzz in the venue lasted for several minutes. After everyone took their seats for a while, it gradually became quiet.

Mr. Balao praised: "Comrade Weimin said it very well. Our literature was born among the people. We can never forget our roots. I hope we can all remember it in our hearts."

When it was Huang Anyi's turn to speak, she was still a little nervous. She tried her best to thank everyone she could think of in a slightly Shanghainese accent, including Lin Weimin.

When the old man entered the auditorium, the crowd began to slowly enter the auditorium. Lin Weimin also said: "Let's go in too."

Ba Lao was talking to others when he saw the two of them smiling and said: "Look, our Comrade Jun Yi has arrived with a cadre of the Chinese Literature Society. Comrade Weimin is now the editor of "Contemporary", right?"

In this National Outstanding Short Story Award, 4 novellas from "Contemporary" won the award, 1 novella from "People's Literature" won the award, and 5 short stories won the award, accounting for one-fifth of the number of awards.

There are more, and it can be said to be the biggest winner of this National Outstanding Short Story Award.

Here, Lin Weimin met Balao again.

It wasn't until a while later that the news came from the people in front.

There was warm applause in the venue.

After another speech, Balao, as the leader of the Cultural Association, announced the end of the conference.
To be continued...