A few days later, Jiang Yulou received a call from the Harvest editorial department, saying that it was their decision to send "Yellow Earth" to the National Outstanding Short Story Award.
Now the results are out. "Yellow Earth" successfully won the award. I hope he can attend the award ceremony in Beijing.
It's said to be an award ceremony, but it's actually not that grand.
After that, the editor vaguely invited Jiang Yulou to join the Writers' Association of Shanghai, but Jiang Yulou refused.
He was not from the Magic City, and he didn't know anyone. Why would he join the Writers' Association of the Magic City?
If you want to join, you have to join the Writers' Association of Shaanxi or Yanjing.
Unfortunately, there is no movement from the writers' associations in these two places.
He was also quite puzzled. It was clear that ordinary writers could join the Writers Association after publishing an article, but what about him?
I have published two novels and a collection of poems, but no one has ever mentioned this.
Just when he felt a little melancholy, Lu Yao came to the door.
Jiang Yulou took his hand and welcomed him warmly: "Brother Lu, why are you here? Come on, let's go out to have a meal and give you a break."
"No, no, it's so embarrassing." Lu Yao quickly refused.
After all, he is an editor who enjoys the country's food. How can he be embarrassed to let a student treat him?
Jiang Yulou said with a straight face: "It's necessary, Brother Lu. If you refuse me, you will deny our friendship."
"Oh, okay. Let's agree in advance that we can't eat expensive food, just ordinary food." Lu Yao warned.
Jiang Yulou smiled and agreed, but in fact he took him to Dong Laishun to eat hot pot.
Lu Yao refused at first, but Jiang Yulou was too enthusiastic, so he could only accept it.
After taking two bites of the meat, his eyes lit up. It tasted really good!
I dare not say that it is a rare delicacy in the country, but it is unique in Yanjing.
After two bottles of wine and some meat, the two of them gradually became warmer, as if they had returned to the time before Jiang Yulou came to Yanjing.
At this time, Lu Yao finally explained his purpose of coming.
Lu Yao's face was rosy and he said with some pride: "Brother, I was stimulated by you and wrote with all my heart, and finally got some results."
"Oh, Brother Lu has some inspiration for writing?" Jiang Yulou said in surprise.
"Oh, I'm a little ashamed. I have actually been writing the book I just finished for a while. Unfortunately, due to various reasons, I wrote it intermittently. Until I met you Yulou and saw that you published one after another in a short period of time. After a few quite good works, I began to reflect on my own behavior.”
Lu Yao said with emotion: "I have been asking myself in my heart whether I like writing and whether I should regard writing as my lifelong career. Then I got the answer."
"Yulou, I really like writing. Sometimes I even forget to eat and sleep when I write. However, for some reasons, I can't always devote myself to it. Now I think about it. When I write, I must learn from you and devote myself wholeheartedly. Get in."
Jiang Yulou was stunned, have I accidentally become a role model?
He swallowed. The person opposite him was a future great writer, a great literary giant!
For a moment, Jiang Yulou felt ashamed.
"Haha, 'Learning has no predecessors, and those who master it are teachers.' There is no need for Yulou to feel embarrassed." Lu Yao took a sip of wine and said with a smile.
Jiang Yulou suddenly thought of something and asked: "Brother Lu, when you came to Yanjing this time, which magazine asked you to revise the manuscript?"
Lu Yao was quite pleased with himself. He put a mouthful of meat into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it into his stomach. Then he said with a satisfied look on his face: "Yes, I was lucky enough to be spotted by the Contemporary Editorial Department."
""Contemporary"? Congratulations." Jiang Yulou expressed his sincere congratulations.
In his memory, Lu Yao had many novels published in contemporary times. It was still 1979, so it probably wasn't "The Ordinary World". In this case, it should be "Life" that influenced Jack Ma.
Jiang Yulou asked: "Brother Lu, does your work have a name?"
"Yes, the book is called "Life"," Lu Yao said.
It is indeed this novel.
The novel "Life" can be said to have changed Lu Yao's fate, and it also caused a sensation in the year it was published.
"Eh? My "Conspiracy" was also published in "Contemporary". It couldn't be in the same issue, right?" Jiang Yulou frowned slightly and thought to himself.
Although it was not an important matter, he still wanted to stay away from Lu Yao's novel.
It's not that he's afraid of comparison, but that he wants to enjoy the honor he deserves alone.
Jiang Yulou asked with concern: "Brother Lu Yao, you are not familiar with the place in Yanjing, where do you live?"
Lu Yao touched his belly, which was already half full, and said with a smile: "I came here to stay in the guest house provided by the editorial department. Hehe, although we don't care about food here, we can take care of it, so it's not a big problem. .”
He didn't have much money with him, but it was enough to save some money.
Anyway, he was too embarrassed to bother others.
Jiang Yulou said seriously: "Brother Lu, if you need any help, please don't be polite to me."
"I understand." Lu Yao nodded, feeling even warmer in his heart.
This brother is really worth it!
"By the way, Yulou, your novel is going to win an award!"
"Brother Lu, do you also know?"
Jiang Yulou was a little embarrassed.
"Well, word has spread among the writers' circles in the provincial capital, and everyone is applauding you."
"big guy."
Jiang Yulou looked moved, even though he had never met him before...
Is this country sentiment?
"Yulou, you see you have won the award now. Why don't you hurry up and fill out the form to join our Provincial Writers Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles?" Lu Yao's face was particularly serious. He grabbed Jiang Yulou's hand and said, "Don't refuse, I'm I came back with a mission."
Otherwise, when I go to receive the award, people will ask, eh? Such an outstanding writer is not a member of the Provincial Writers Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles?
Hey, isn’t this a joke among writers?
Those who know that Yulou started writing not long ago may not say anything, but those who don't know will say that the Provincial Writers Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles are a bunch of blind, jealous guys.
Alas, the people in our Provincial Writers Association are not willing to bear this title.
Jiang Yulou has wanted to join for a long time. Isn't this the invitation I've been waiting for you for?
So, he quickly said humbly, "Actually, I have had this idea for a long time. Aren't I worried that I am not good enough? Since Brother Lu said so, I will write an application when I get back."
When he said this, Lu Yao felt relieved.
Lu Yao felt very at ease with this meal, very comfortable and very satisfied.
Having said all that needed to be said, he was now waiting for Yulou's application form.
Jiang Yulou sent Lu Yao back to the guest house, and after settling him in, he returned to the school dormitory.
After that, he took out a pen and paper and started writing the application.
As soon as he started writing, he paused.
Hiss, how did you write this thing?
