To be honest, the writer next to Jiang Yulou... If it weren't for the name on the table, Jiang Yulou would not have believed that he was the famous Wang Meng in later generations.
He knew Wang Meng. In addition to the fact that this great writer of later generations had appeared on many programs, another reason was that one of Wang Meng's works was made into a movie a few years later. He also watched the youth campus theme at that time.
As for why this great writer came to the award ceremony, it is naturally because he is also an award winner.
Wang Meng's short story "The Heart of an Inch of Grass" is one of the award-winning works this time.
In fact, it’s not just him, let’s talk about the writers sitting in the audience. Who wouldn’t be confused when seeing these masters on the stage?
Wang Meng is doing pretty well, and many of his bodies are trembling with excitement.
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. However, in front of literary giants, they are latecomers, students, and book fans. .
Jiang Yulou patted Wang Meng on the shoulder and said kindly: "Teacher Wang, the masters are all very nice. I will have the opportunity to ask them for advice soon."
He was afraid that Wang Meng would be so excited that he could hardly walk, and it would be bad if he made a joke.
After calming down, Wang Meng stopped trembling. He glanced at Jiang Yulou and said gratefully: "Thank you."
After a pause, he added: "Young people have a better mentality. I think you are always calm and calm. You are much better than an old guy like me."
"Thank you, I was very excited just now." Jiang Yulou said.
Wang Meng couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Is Comrade Xiao Jiang also a winner?"
"Well, I was lucky enough to win the prize." Jiang Yulou said.
Wang Meng's eyes suddenly became a little complicated, although this was the second time he had won the award, more times than Jiang Yulou. However, he is already forty-five years old.
How old is Jiang Yulou? Twenty?
His future is obviously brighter!
Even with Wang Meng's talent and magnanimity, he was 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 knew that Jiang Yulou was also famous in the poetry world while writing novels, his mentality would be even worse.
While the two were quietly communicating in the audience, the ceremony began.
First, the leader of the Writers Association gave a speech, and then Mao Dun, Balo and others spoke successively, most of which gave creative encouragement to the writers present at the meeting.
After that, the awards were announced and the winning writers came on stage to receive their awards.
As for speaking, there is still none at this time.
After all, this is not an award for a single person, Jiang Yulou can also receive the award.
Those who presented awards to the award-winning writers on stage were all leading figures in the literary world. To be honest, Jiang Yulou's hands were shaking when he came into close contact with several masters.
Part excitement, part reverence.
Today, the country's economic conditions are still very difficult, so the award ceremony is very shabby in terms of material aspects. Fortunately, many masters are still alive and well worth the trip to see them.
After handing the award certificate to Jiang Yulou, Mr. Ba encouraged him: "You are Comrade Jiang Yulou. I didn't expect you to be so young. You must work hard to create in the future and don't let down the people's expectations."
He knew that for this young man, Jiang Yulou won the award this time not only because his novels were well written, but also because the harvest helped him.
"Thank you, Balao. I will definitely follow your teachings in the future and strive to become a writer that people like." Jiang Yulou said excitedly.
The award ceremony is just like a tea party. At this time, everyone does not need to be as grand as during the ceremony, and can be more casual.
If you have the opportunity, you can also go to the seats of those literary giants to ask for advice.
Soon the opportunity came. Jiang Yulou put his small bag on his back and ran over.
His first target was Ba Jin.
Jiang Yulou came to Ba Lao's desk, took out a book from his bag, bent down and handed it to the old man, and said respectfully: "Teacher Ba Jin, I really like your works. Can you sign it for me?" ?”
Ba Lao smiled kindly and reached out to take the book handed over by Jiang Yulou. His hands appear thinner, with loose skin, clear lines, and slender and curved fingers.
Jiang Yulou also noticed that there were some calluses or wrinkles on Ba Lao's hands. These were the marks left by time on Ba Lao's hands.
Ba Lao pushed up his glasses and laughed when he saw the title of the book, "Oh? It's my early work."
This brand new book is Balao's early novella "Home", which Jiang Yulou bought recently.
Jiang Yulou liked this novel very much, and he often read it and thought about it in his previous life.
"Home", "Spring" and "Autumn" are 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 characters in the novel are thinking, depressed, hesitant, and moving forward about life, love, and the future. Their ups and downs of fate summarize the turbulent and changing old society from the "May 4th" era to the 1940s in this century.
It can be said that this novel is Balao's proud work.
Ba Lao picked up the pen and wrote a blessing on the title page of the work, "I wish Comrade Jiang Yulou will continue to break through himself in his future creative journey and create works that are more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Ba Jin."
"Thank you, Balao."
After receiving the signed book, Jiang Yulou smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits.
Ba Lao's signed book is worth collecting in future generations. Although there is no material reward for winning this award, you will not lose money just by relying on this signed novel.
He looked at the other masters again, his eyes almost shining.
Without any further delay, he took out the work he had prepared and asked other masters to sign it as a souvenir.
Jiang Yulou feels that he is becoming more and more like a member of the mixed literary circle.
"Teacher Cao..."
"Teacher Sha..."
"..."
Although they didn't know each other, the other masters were very easy-going like Balao, and they graciously satisfied 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 Jiang Yulou is still so young, they are not very polite when they speak.
Who made him look young, and holding the master's book for autograph, he began to sneer:
"Oh, today's young writers have no cultivation at all. They just go around looking for autographs from senior writers with a book in hand, and they make a good award ceremony go crazy."
Facing a group of old and immoral people, Jiang Yulou was not used to their bad habits and directly started to fight:
"The master's book is good, what's wrong with me asking for an autograph? If you can also write a good book, I will also ask for your autograph. Since you can't write it, don't be jealous of others."
"You...you...vulgar!"
Several old guys were speechless and looked embarrassed.
