In a blink of an eye, it’s time to award the National Outstanding Short Story Award.
This award is sponsored by the Writers Association and selected by People's Literature.
Although it has only lasted for two years, it has become the most important award in the hearts of domestic short story writers.
When Jiang Yulou went to attend the award ceremony, only the school teacher and three people in the dormitory knew about it.
So, carrying a bulging schoolbag, he headed alone to the State Guesthouse, where the award ceremony was held.
"Is this here?"
Jiang Yulou looked up at the signboard and muttered to himself.
He walked up the steps, but was stopped by the staff of the State Guesthouse just in front of the door.
"Comrade, this place is not open to the public."
“I’m a writer participating in this awards ceremony.”
"writer?"
The staff looked Jiang Yulou up and down. His eyes were full of suspicion. At his age and attire, he did not look like a writer who could attend the award ceremony.
Jiang Yulou said: "Yes, I have an invitation letter."
The staff member said noncommittally: "Comrade, I told you, you can't enter here, so don't make excuses to get through."
Jiang Yulou frowned slightly, took out the invitation letter from his coat pocket, and waved it in front of him, "I told you, I have an invitation letter."
"It looks quite real, but you..." the staff member mocked, "You don't look like a serious writer at first glance."
"I said what's wrong with you as a staff member!"
More and more people came to the State Guesthouse, and Jiang Yulou's anger was also building up.
At this moment, a man dressed as a manager ran up to Jiang Yulou and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"What's going on? Why are you arguing?"
"Manager, I told the State Guesthouse that something was going on today and it was not open to the public, but this little comrade just didn't listen." The staff member looked aggrieved.
The manager looked at Jiang Yulou with a smile on his face: "Comrade, look, our State Guesthouse..."
Jiang Yulou interrupted him: "I have an invitation letter."
After speaking, he handed the invitation letter to the manager.
After the manager received the invitation, he looked at the staff with reproach in his eyes.
The staff member whispered: "It must be fake. I have never seen such a young writer."
The manager ignored the staff's complaints, but opened the invitation letter, and then saw the name that had recently become famous in the cultural world.
His hands shook and the corners of his mouth twitched. He had a premonition that he was going to be unlucky.
"You...are you Jiang Yulou, Teacher Jiang?"
Jiang Yulou said impatiently: "Well, isn't my name on the invitation?"
"Is it Teacher Jiang who wrote the poem "Sauvignon Blanc"?"
"Is there anyone else?" Jiang Yulou asked.
Ruined!
The manager felt a wail in his heart. He had already informed his subordinates that the people coming today were all great writers and he had already prepared them.
But now?
He glanced viciously at the staff member who was looking for trouble, and then dealt with you later.
"Teacher Jiang, please come in quickly..." The manager smiled humbly and guided Jiang Yulou into the hotel in a low voice.
Ruined!
The staff member who just stopped Jiang Yulou was stunned. He didn't expect that the young man who looked like a liar was really a great writer?
Although he has an iron job now and is not afraid of being fired, it is too easy for his immediate boss to punish him.
The future is not bright!
There is a check-in point in the hotel lobby, and there is a manager there so everything goes smoothly.
What he didn't expect was that the person responsible for registration was his book fan.
He couldn't help but not get lost in those calls of teacher.
After receiving the key to the room, he got rid of the compliments paid to him by the hotel employees.
If he was just attending an awards ceremony, he would definitely not stay in a hotel, but when he heard that there would be a symposium after the ceremony, he decided to stay for a day to see what was going on.
The ceremony was held in the lobby on the first floor. Under the guidance of the staff, he sat at the banquet table with his name on it.
There were many writers attending the ceremony, both young and old. But if you look around, you can see that even the youngest writers are much older than Jiang Yulou.
Maybe he had eaten too much in the morning, and he felt something was not right with his stomach. After putting his schoolbag on his seat, he went to the bathroom first before the leaders of the Writers Association and the award-winning masters arrived.
After I solved my personal problem, I felt much more relaxed.
As soon as he returned to the banquet hall, someone stopped him.
"Waiter, where is the bathroom?"
Jiang Yulou ignored it at first, thinking he was calling the service staff again, until the man grabbed his arm.
He turned around and saw an old man wearing glasses.
The old man said displeased: "You little comrade, didn't you hear me?"
"Exit the banquet hall, turn left and walk to the end." Jiang Yulou saw that he was older and didn't want to meet him in the same way.
After saying that, he wanted to leave, not wanting to be grabbed by the old man again.
"Eh? What's your attitude as a waiter?" the old man said arrogantly.
Jiang Yulou frowned slightly and said calmly: "I'm sorry, I'm not a waiter, I'm also a writer participating in this ceremony."
"Are you a writer?"
The old man's eyes were full of suspicion.
Jiang Yulou raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Well, I am the winning writer this time, Jiang Yulou."
"Uh... you, you are Jiang Yulou." The old man looked embarrassed, said nothing more, let go of his hand and ran away.
He can't do it without running. He has never won a prize at his age. But this young man is so good. He has gained a lot of fame at a young age, and now he has won an award. It’s so infuriating that people are more popular than others!
Jiang Yulou shook his head. These people were older, but they had a lot of airs.
Not to mention how much his level has improved, but the decadent energy of a scholar in his body has increased a lot.
Soon, the officials of the Writers Association and the masters entered the venue one after another.
Jiang Yulou, an official of the Writers' Association, didn't know many people, but the arrival of the masters made him extremely excited.
One by one, people who shine in future generations appear in front of him, including Mao Dun, Ba Jin, Sha Ting, Cao Yu, Wu Zuxiang, Yuan Kejia, Li Changzhi, etc.
Mao Dun, whose surname is Shen and whose courtesy name is Yan Bing, is a truly leading literary master in China and a living monument. He is also friends with Lu Xun and Qu Qiubai.
This master is eighty-three years old this year, and Jiang Yulou did not expect to be able to participate in this ceremony.
However, after the award ceremony, the old man left.
Although it was a pity that he couldn't ask for advice, he could understand 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 a leading figure in modern drama in my country and a drama educator.
Although he has a lot of titles, the old man is very lively and easy to get along with. No matter who he talks to, he always has a smile on his face.
The person he is most familiar with is Balao, who is also a master. Balao has a master's demeanor, speaks in an amiable manner, and looks at him with a feeling of admiration.
As for the other masters, Jiang Yulou only heard their names but did not recognize them.
"They are all masters, they are all masters!" The man next to Jiang Yulou was a little excited.
