1979: Literary Master, Starting from the Return of Educated Youth

Chapter 67 I feel relieved to have you in the literary world

There was immediate thunderous applause from the audience.

Most of the writers and literary figures present had read "High Mountains", and the few who had not read it had all heard of its great name.

Who exactly is Chunfeng is a topic they enjoy talking about after dinner.

Now, I can finally see his true face.

Everyone was secretly looking forward to it.

At this moment, a tall figure stood up from the front row of the auditorium, and all eyes in the audience were focused on this figure.

Attention, silence, and then exclamation.

"How young! It turns out to be this young man."

"The author of 'High Mountains' is actually this young man!"

"No wonder Mr. Mao thinks so highly of him! He is only 20 years old, but he can write a work like "High Mountains". He is truly a genius!"

"I finally understand what Mr. Mao meant by having a successor."

Exclamations, praises, and admiration mixed together, and many people stretched their necks to witness the style of the talented writer.

Chen Jiangong and Liu Zhenyun next to Xu Yuexin were clapping excitedly until their hands turned red.

Under the attention of the entire audience, Xu Yuexin strode onto the stage from the front row.

"Comrade Xu Yuexin, congratulations on winning the first prize for the novella with your masterpiece "The Wreath under the Mountain."

Wang Chaoyin held the microphone and said with joy, "May I ask how you feel right now?"

After saying that, he handed the microphone to Xu Yuexin.

“I am happy and grateful right now.”

"I am happy because I won the award, and I am grateful because the soldiers described in the book are still on the front line, fighting bloody battles for the peace of the motherland and creating a peaceful environment for us in the rear."

“They write the story, I’m just the storyteller.”

Xu Yuexin spoke in a calm tone and with a humble expression.

"Clatter!"

Including Mao Dun, the audience below spontaneously applauded Xu Yuexin's words, and some people had tears in their eyes.

"Indeed. It was countless Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai who used their lives to protect our lives."

Wang Chaoyin shared the same sentiment and asked, "Which characters in the book impressed you the most?"

"There are two characters that impressed me deeply, one is called the People and the other is called the Liberation Army."

There was a gleam in Xu Yuexin's eyes and his voice was full of emotion.

Everyone at the scene was moved by his sincere words!
Li Ji, who was sitting on the left side of Mr. Mao, wiped away his tears and took the lead in singing military songs.

"I am a soldier,

From the common people.

Defeated the Japanese bandits.

Destroyed Chiang Kai-shek's bandit army! "

……

"Who dares to start a war?
Beat it resolutely and without mercy!"

Next to them, Wang Meng, Chen Jiangong and others immediately started singing at the top of their voices, and the singing in the auditorium quickly merged into a river.

On the stage, Mr. Mao also sang military songs with everyone in his trembling voice.

After the singing ended, he handed the beautifully crafted award certificate to Xu Yuexin, his eyes full of recognition: "Well done, a young writer with works and a stance."

"I feel relieved to have someone like you in the literary world of our motherland."

Xu Yuexin bowed slightly to receive the award and certificate, and said sincerely: "I still need to continue learning and making continuous progress."

When Xu Yuexin walked off the stage and returned to his seat, he saw Wang Meng smiling and giving him a thumbs up.

After Xu Yuexin sat down, Chen Jiangong patted his shoulder admiringly and said, "Your acceptance speech was excellent!"

“You’re an emotional writer.”

"Xiao Liu, if you want to write a good work, you have to do this. Do you understand?"

Liu Zhenyun had just borrowed the award certificate from Xu Yuexin and was looking through it carefully. Upon hearing Chen Jiangong's words, he quickly exclaimed "Oh".

After the first prize for novellas is awarded, the second and third prizes will be awarded.

One of the second prize winners is "Death Rays on Coral Island", which is the first science fiction work adapted into a movie in New China. In a few years, when science fiction becomes more popular, magazines will set up special awards for this type of novel.

After the second and third prizes were all awarded, Wang Chaoyin announced a halftime break.

The atmosphere in the auditorium became lively, and everyone was looking for familiar friends and writers they wanted to get to know to chat.

Unsurprisingly, Xu Yuexin was surrounded by a group of people. Writers and people from the literary and art circles all wanted to make friends with this rising star.

Xu Yuexin responded with ease and talked freely, occasionally making a joke, which caused bursts of laughter.

In this relaxed and humorous atmosphere, a shy young man on the edge of the crowd caught Xu Yuexin's attention.

The young man was about the same age as him, and looked eager to talk to him, but he hesitated and didn't dare to come forward, so he just wandered around the crowd.

When he found that Xu Yuexin had noticed him, he scratched his head in embarrassment, apologized to the others, and squeezed in front of him: "Hello, Comrade Xu Yuexin."

"My name is Liang Zuo, and I'm a classmate of Jiangong and Zhenyun."

"Oh, Liang Zuo-san."

Xu Yuexin stood up from his seat and greeted him.

Chen Jiangong and Liu Zhenyun were a little surprised.

"Hey, you're here too, why didn't you tell us in advance?"

"Brother Liang, if you hadn't come over, I wouldn't have known you were here."

"Sorry, I'm not used to dealing with people, so I didn't tell you."

Liang Zuo chuckled, rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands and looking very reserved. "Excuse me, Comrade Yue Xin, do you have any opinion on the direction of development of our literature?"

This question is a bit broad.

Xu Yuexin pretended to think hard for a few seconds, then shook his head: "I don't know."

There are so many literary masters here, even Mr. Mao is here. It's okay to chat with everyone and tell a joke, but if you discuss such a big topic, it will easily cause controversy.

"Hi……"

Liang Zuo rubbed his hands apologetically.

He also realized that the topic he just brought up was too broad and he felt that he had said the wrong thing.

As he was already an introvert, he became even more restrained and didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Xu Yuexin took the initiative to change the subject.

"But I think a genre of film and television called situation comedy will definitely be very popular in the future."

Xu Yuexin pretended to be casual and reminded Liang Zuodao, "It will be very promising to engage in script writing for this kind of film and television."

It would have been great if a classic like "I Love My Family" could have been adapted into a screen a dozen years earlier.

We must lead Liang Zuo to this road as soon as possible.

Liang Zuo obviously obeyed Xu Yuexin's words. He took out a small notebook and wrote it down.

"Thank you... It's a sitcom, right? I'll check it out on Cihai when I get back."

Liang Zuo held a small notebook and a pen in his hands and said with a pious expression.

"Dear writers and guests, our intermission is over."

At this time, Wang Chaoyin on the stage said into the microphone, "Next, it is our finale, the award ceremony for the winning short stories."

"Let's talk next time."

Liang Zuo quickly put away the notebook, smiled shyly and returned to his seat.

In the auditorium, everyone's attention returned to the stage with Wang Chaoyin's voice, and the heartbeats of many writers and guests quickened.

In the more than two years from 1977 to now, countless outstanding short story writers have emerged in China.

Who will be able to win the championship today?
Everyone was speculating quietly.

Some people are also quibbling over words.

The finale is often used to refer to the last show, but it actually refers to the second to last.

As a publication that makes a living by writing, People's Literature is more likely to adopt the latter meaning.

So the question is, besides the awards for reportage, novels, novellas and short stories, what other awards are there?

There were many viewers who were curious about this, and many of them whispered to their neighbors about it.

(End of this chapter)