Literary Master 1978

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Except for coming once when she moved, Du Rong had never been to Lin Chaoyang's house. She came here early this morning, so she must have something to talk to him about.

Du Rong said, "Director Xie Jin called the museum to ask you to go to Gansu in the next two days. He has already selected the filming location for "The Wrangler."

Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Okay, I see, I'll call him back later."

Today is the last day of Lin Chaoyang's vacation. He has to invite the award-winning writers to dinner, so he can only call Xie Jin back when he goes to work tomorrow.

After Du Rong left, Lin Chaoyang continued to be busy. Not long after, the award-winning writers arrived one after another.

Except for a few award-winning writers who had other important matters and were too senior, almost most of them came today. Everyone's first reaction when they entered the door was to be surprised by Lin Chaoyang's house.

The decoration of the Overseas Chinese Apartment is not luxurious, but at this time, it is definitely better than the tube-shaped buildings and apartment buildings in most cities in China, and the area is also far beyond the living level of ordinary families.

Among the many writers present, there are many in their forties and fifties, with high titles and ranks, but the houses they live in are not as good as Lin Chaoyang's.

"Fortunately, Chaoyang's house is big, otherwise so many people can't fit in." Li Tuo said.

Feng Jicai said with a smile: "Their house is specially prepared for entertaining guests."

"He bought another courtyard house, I think that place is more suitable for entertaining guests."

Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone present was inevitably surprised.

There is also a house? Or a courtyard house?

This Lin Chaoyang, at such a young age, has really made a lot of money in royalties!

Lu Yao looked at Lin Chaoyang busy in the kitchen with envy. He was young, talented, and could still earn royalties. Such a life is really enviable!

He likes to spend a lot, but unfortunately he doesn't spend as much as he earns, and he often spends more than he earns.

Today, Lin Chaoyang came with more than 20 people. Four or five people with cooking skills came to the kitchen to help, and the rest of the people were scattered in the living room and study in groups of three or five, chatting casually.

Everyone was sitting or standing, some were holding cigarettes, some were eating melon seeds prepared by Lin Chaoyang, and some were talking nonstop.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, plates of delicious dishes were served on the table.

Dry-fried mandarin fish, braised pork slices, braised lion's head, chicken stewed with mushrooms, spicy chicken cubes, fried double crisps...

For this lunch today, Lin Chaoyang used his best skills. A few days ago, everyone collected a lot of money and tickets. If they went out to eat in a restaurant, it would definitely not be so sumptuous, but using this money and tickets to buy ingredients and cook it yourself would naturally be much more economical.

There were many people coming today, so there were two tables at home, with eight dishes on each table. Except for two vegetarian dishes, the rest were all meat dishes.

After serving the last dish, Lin Chaoyang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to everyone, "I'm sorry for the poor hospitality!"

Jiang Zilong is from Tianjin and is a generous person. He laughed loudly and said, "If we all say that we are not well-served, then what will we eat in the future?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone laughed and echoed him.

Li Tuo raised his glass and said, "Come on, let's toast to today's chef and thank Chaoyang for his hard work for us!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them all.

"Let me try Chaoyang's cooking." Deng Youmei was able to become friends with Wang Zengqi and Lin Jinlan, so he naturally had some experience in eating. He first picked up a piece of chicken gizzards from the fried double crisps.

"Hmm~ tender and crispy, and the heat is just right."

"Chaoyang's dry-fried mandarin fish is a must-try!" Li Tuo picked up a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth.

Everyone picked up their chopsticks and tasted the dishes in front of them. After eating, they couldn't help but nod their heads in approval. The taste was indeed good, at least not inferior to the chefs in ordinary restaurants.

The key is that Lin Chaoyang is a writer, which makes it even better.

"Chaoyang's cooking skills are really amazing!"

"His cooking skills should be unique in our writer circle!"

While eating, everyone's mouths were not idle, and they highly praised Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills.

Most writers are talkative. When the wine and food are served, many people's chatterboxes are also opened.

Among the writers who came today, Jiang Zilong, Zhang Kangmei, and Ye Wenling are all students of the fifth term of the Institute of Literature. Lin Chaoyang had taught them a class before, and the three of them got together to chat.

Chen Rong, Deng Youmei, Feng Jicai, and Wang Meng, several writers from Yenching, are relatively close. Lu Yao and Jing Fu are both writers from Shaanxi. There are also several writers from other provinces, such as Han Shaogong and Lu Wenfu, who gathered with them to chat.

Two tables of twenty or so people were chatting in groups of three or five, and the living room was noisy. After a few glasses of wine, the noise became louder and louder.

Wang Meng is in his forties. He smiles at everyone and speaks humorously. After drinking a little wine, he joked, "Chaoyang has made contributions to our Chinese literary world!"

Li Tuo, who was standing next to him, said, "Where does the contribution come from?"

Wang Meng pointed his hand at the table, "Look! These people from Yanjing, Shanghai, Tianjin, Shaanxi... Except for the literary congress, when have our literary people ever been so gathered together? It is said that writers look down on each other, but today, with good wine and delicious food, we gather together, regardless of identity, age and region, to talk about life and literature. Isn't it a pleasure?"

"That's a good saying. For this sentence, we have to drink together!"

Li Tuo has always been a man of the world. When he called, everyone immediately raised their glasses. Because of his and Wang Meng's actions, the atmosphere of the banquet became completely lively.

After drinking, Li Tuo continued: "I think from now on, when writers and friends from other places come to Beijing, they will have to come to Chaoyang's house to pay their respects to the dock and recognize the door."

Lu Yao laughed and said: "That's a good suggestion! When you enter Beijing, don't go to the editorial department first. Come here to have a meal first."

Sitting next to him, Lu Wenfu, like Deng Youmei, has always been known as a "good eater". He was very happy to eat Lin Chaoyang's food today.

"I heard that Chaoyang's family has a good name as 'Xunweizhai'. What a good name!

Hey, I just need to write a poem. "

After hearing Lu Wenfu's words, everyone looked at him, and Lu Yao asked curiously: "How do you say that?"

"Where can I find the fairy music in the sky? I can find the best taste in the world here!" Lu Wenfu read out a poem while shaking his head, his expression was quite intoxicated.

Everyone heard it and shouted immediately.

"good!"

"color!"

Li Tuo raised his wine glass again excitedly, "Brother Wenfu, this sentence really makes sense!"

Everyone raised their glasses in response and took a swig of the wine.

"happy!"

Li Tuo added: "Brother Wenfu, this poem is good. I think it should be written down at the door of Chaoyang's house."

Everyone immediately agreed, "This is a good idea!"

"I remember seeing pens, ink, paper and inkstones in the study." Jiang Zilong was the most active, getting up and going to grind and lay paper.

Lin Chaoyang's family did have paper and pen. Under the influence of Tao's father, he would occasionally splash ink at home, but his skills were not up to par, so he immediately stopped Jiang Zilong.

"No, no, no, my house is not a restaurant."

"What does it matter? At worst, you won't post it after you finish writing it, but you can't disturb everyone's enjoyment, right?"

Li Tuo has more than 20 people behind him, giving him full confidence.

Jiang Zilong was a man of action. He said he was going to grind and lay paper and he went right away. Everyone didn't care about eating or drinking at the moment, so they all got up and went to the study.

When Jiang Zilong finished grinding, everyone suddenly discovered a problem, who would write this word?

Everyone present was a writer, but not many were good at calligraphy. Li Tuo shouted: "Da Feng!"

Feng Jicai, who was standing at the back of the crowd, was called in. Li Tuo said, "Da Feng is a master of calligraphy and painting, and his cooking skills are no worse than Chaoyang's. Let him write."

Everyone readily agreed.

Encouraged by everyone, Feng Jicai stroked his pen and the poem fell on the paper in an instant.

"Okay!" Everyone cheered again, "Da Feng's handwriting is really good!"

Wang Meng coaxed: "This character must be hung up. Not only must it be hung up, it must also be made into a plaque."

"Old Wang's idea is a good one. This is proof of our gathering. It will also become a legend in the literary world if word spreads." Li Tuo said excitedly.

After hearing this, everyone thought the idea was a good one.

Deng Youmei stood up and said: "I know Liulichang well, leave this matter to me!"

"Okay, okay, do your best, let's all join in the great event!" Wang Meng clapped his hands.

The atmosphere was heightened to this point, and the rest of the people also applauded, as if everyone had really done something great.

Seeing a group of half-drunk drunkards talking nonsense and having fun in his house, Lin Chaoyang couldn't laugh or cry.

Everyone's nonsense brought today's banquet to a climax. They went back to eat and drink. Gay men put their arms around each other, and lesbians held hands and touched their faces.

It was not until the afternoon that the food was gone and not a drop of wine was left, so the group reluctantly got up.

Before leaving the house, a group of people shook hands with Lin Chaoyang one by one to say goodbye and expressed their sincere thanks.

"Chaoyang, thank you for your hospitality. When I come to Beijing in the future, I will definitely come to your house to pay homage to the dock!"

Lin Chaoyang really wanted to say, you don't have to pay homage to this pier, but it was a pity that everyone was so kind, so he could only cater to everyone with a stiff face. He had already thought about the scene that would be like watching flowers at home in the future.

More than an hour later, Tao Yushu returned home and opened the window due to the smell of tobacco and alcohol in the house.

"How many smokers are here?"

Tao Yushu didn't hate the smell of cigarettes. Tao's father smoked, and Lin Chaoyang also smoked, but the smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the house today was too strong.

"All of them are old smokers and never leave their cigarettes." Lin Chaoyang said.

She went to the kitchen to take a look again. It was quite clean. It had been cleaned up before everyone left.

She walked around each room again and found that they were well maintained. When she walked into the study room, she suddenly saw the calligraphy on the desk.

"Where can I find the celestial sounds in the sky and the best taste in the world in this house?" She muttered something in a low voice and asked Lin Chaoyang: "Who wrote this?"

"Lu Wenfu's poem was written by Feng Jicai."

Tao Yushu couldn't help but laugh, "You had a good meal, and it was very poetic."

The couple were talking when they heard someone knocking on the door. Lin Chaoyang went to open the door.

It turned out that Deng Youmei had left and returned. Lin Chaoyang introduced him and Tao Yushu to each other and asked, "Why are you back again?"

"Where's Da Feng's calligraphy?"

"You really want to do it!"

"How can it be false?"

Deng Youmei went to the study, rolled up his writing, and left. Tao Yushu asked, "What did he do with that writing?"

Lin Chaoyang recounted the commotion that everyone had just made during the meal. Tao Yushu chuckled and said, "Actually, it seems quite good to do this."

"It's so good. It's just the door of our unit. That thing hanging on the door is nondescript."

Tao Yushu had an idea, "You can hang it in the courtyard!"

Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang hesitated for a moment, it was a good idea.