Literary Master 1978

Tao Yumo spent a total of four days on the trip, and except for the miserable experience of diarrhea on the first day, the trip was still very successful.

It was evening when she returned to Langrun Lake Apartment. She carried ten kilograms of crabs as if she had won a great victory.

"Mom! Add more food today!"

As soon as she entered the door, Tao Yumo carried the crabs into the kitchen and shouted, fearing that her family could not hear.

"Oh my, I thought the coal balls had become spirits!"

Tao Yucheng came out of the room after hearing the noise, and screamed when he saw his sister.

Hearing this, Tao Yumo's face suddenly became as black as the bottom of a pot.

"You have only been out for a few days, how can you be so black?" Tao Yucheng continued to say without knowing whether to live or die.

Tao Yumo glared at her brother fiercely and shouted to the kitchen, "Mom, my brother didn't get any crabs!"

Hearing her threat, Tao Yucheng immediately gave in and put on a smile, "Are you tired from playing outside these days? Look how tanned you are!"

He was going to help Tao Yumo with his luggage, but Tao Yumo disdainfully pulled his hand away.

Nowadays, logistics are not well developed. In places like Shaanxi and Shanxi, which are deep in the inland, many people have never eaten seafood in their lives.

Yanjing is better, after all, it is the capital and is relatively close to the Bohai Bay. But even so, seafood can only be eaten a few times a year.

Tao Yumo brought back ten kilograms of crabs, a total of thirteen crabs.

When Tao's mother steamed crabs, because the pot was not big enough, she could only steam four at a time. After steaming two pots, Tao's father asked Tao Yumo to give the remaining five crabs to the neighbors upstairs and downstairs.

Crabs are cold in nature and cannot be eaten too much. They can't be kept, so they are just right for giving away.

"I bought this with my own money. You can give it to someone if you want." Tao Yumo muttered.

Tao's father was too lazy to listen to her complaints and asked, "How much?"

"Sixty cents." Tao Yumo answered immediately.

Tao's father took out two yuan from his pocket. At this time, Tao Yucheng reminded him, "Dad, don't listen to this girl. The fishermen in Beidaihe sell it on the beach. It's cheap. It doesn't even cost three cents."

Seeing that the money was about to be in hand, the eldest brother ran out to make trouble. Tao Yumo was furious, "You are talking nonsense. Spend three cents to buy me one and see!"

"Then it's four cents, no more."

Tao's father smiled and interrupted the quarrel between the brother and sister, "Okay. You brought it back from a long distance, so you have to pay some errands?"

He handed the two yuan to Tao Yumo. Tao Yumo happily accepted the bill and happily delivered crabs to each household. By the way, he received a lot of praise from the neighbors and chatted with them for a few more words.

When they got home, the food was already on the table.

During the meal, Tao's mother stared at Tao Yumo's face and said, "You went out for a few days, why are you so dark and thin?"

Tao Yumo was both happy and worried about her mother's words. She was worried about her darker skin, but happy about her thinner skin.

Tao Yucheng said, "Mom, darker skin makes you look thinner. This is the same as the lighting when we shoot a movie..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt someone stepped on his foot hard. Judging from the strength, it was definitely not Zhao Li.

Tao Yucheng glanced at his sister, and saw a fierce look in his eyes.

He sucked the crab legs in his hand, "You are indeed thinner."

Tao Yumo nodded with satisfaction.

While chewing crabs, Tao Yumo suddenly thought of his sister and brother-in-law, "Have my sister and brother-in-law left?"

"They left yesterday. They didn't have a good time!"

Tao Yumo rolled his eyes at his brother again, "They went to Qingdao. How could they not have seafood?"

The writing meeting of "Yenching Literature" was held in Huangdao District, Qingdao. The day before Tao Yumo came back, the two boarded the train to Qingdao.

Yenching Literature invited many people to this writing meeting, all of whom are well-known writers who have been active in the literary world in recent years.

On the train from Yanjing to Qingdao, in addition to the two editors Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening, several writers were also familiar to them, including Wang Zengqi, Li Tuo and Liu Jinyun.

Wang Zengqi and Li Tuo are acquaintances. Liu Jinyun won the National Excellent Short Story Award this year with "Stupid Wang Lao Da". He met Lin Chaoyang at the award ceremony. He did not attend the dinner because of work reasons.

When mentioning Lin Chaoyang's dinner, Liu Jinyun couldn't help but feel regretful.

More than 20 writers attended the dinner at the end of March. For writers, exaggeration is a basic principle, and a riot of colour is a pursuit. The atmosphere was good that day, which gave everyone a filter. After returning, these people praised Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills to the extreme.

This group of people came from all over the world. After a few months of communication, at least half of the Chinese literary world, not to mention the whole of China, knew that Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills were superb, and he was a unique one in the writer circle.

The train went all the way from Hebei to Shandong. It was very painful even to sit in a hard sleeper during the hot summer days.

When they arrived in Qingdao, they stayed in the guesthouse for one night, because the writers' meeting invited not only writers from Yanjing, but also writers from other places, so they had to wait for the writers from other places.

After waiting for a day, everyone finally arrived, including five writers from other places, including Cheng Zhongshi from Shaanxi and Kong Jiesheng from Guangdong.

Huangdao and Qingdao are across the sea, so you have to take a ship to get there.

Most of the people who came to participate in the writers' meeting this time were from the north. Several older comrades felt dizzy as soon as they got on the boat. Lin Chaoyang and his wife were the youngest couple on this trip. They were fine. Instead, they leisurely enjoyed the scenery on the sea, which made people envious.

"You two have a really free and easy life. The husband sings and the wife follows."

On the ship, Li Tuo sat behind the couple. Seeing that they were relaxed and happy, he couldn't help but tease them.

Zhang Dening smiled and said, "It's not that the husband sings and the wife follows, but the wife sings and the husband follows."

"What do you mean?"

"Without Yushu, we can't invite Comrade Lin Chaoyang. Before we set off, People's Literature also specially invited him to participate in the writers' meeting, but he didn't agree."

Wang Zengqi said, "People's Literature? Are we going to Chengde?"

"Did Old Wang also receive an invitation?" Zhang Dening asked.

"Yes. It's a good time to go to Chengde now, you can escape the summer heat."

"It's a good place, right? Chaoyang won't go, this is called the wife sings and the husband follows."

Zhang Dening's joke made everyone smile knowingly, even Tao Yushu had a sweet smile on her face.

People's Literature found their home two days before they set off. Cui Daoyi came and specifically explained that the writers invited to this writers' meeting were all "key writers". The specifications were much higher than those of ordinary writers' meetings, and the time happened to be staggered with the Qingdao writers' meeting of Yenching Literature.

It was a good thing, but Lin Chaoyang refused without hesitation.

These days, the commuting conditions and accommodation conditions are far inferior to those of later generations. The reason why the "Yenjing Literature" writers' meeting was because they invited Tao Yushu was because there was no way to refuse.

So he was determined not to attend the Chengde writers' meeting of "People's Literature".

In this way, Tao Yushu felt more deeply that her husband valued her, so how could she not be happy and sweet?

Listening to the conversation between the few people, Cheng Zhongshi, Liu Jinyun, Liu Guochun and others on the side flashed envy on their faces.

Lin Chaoyang was probably the only one present who had the confidence to refuse the invitation to the "People's Literature" writers' meeting.

There were thirteen people in this writers' meeting, and "Yenjing Literature" sent two editors, Fu Yonglin and Zhang Dening. The Shandong Literary Association sent the deputy leader Jiang Shumao to receive them. He was famous for writing about life on fishing islands.

The other ten were writers invited by Yenching Literature. The oldest was Wang Zengqi, who was over sixty years old, and the youngest was Li Tuo, who was thirty years old. Lin Chaoyang and his wife, who were in their twenties, stood out among the group.

But despite Lin Chaoyang's young age, his achievements in writing are very dazzling, at least he is outstanding among the writers invited to participate in the writing meeting.

Most of these writers have won the National Excellent Short Story Award. Lin Chaoyang not only won the award, but also won two awards. This was not only the case last year, but also this year. The only difference is that he won the short story award last year and the novella award this year.

In addition to awards, the influence of his works should not be underestimated. Apart from other things, the Wreath under the Mountain alone has sold more than four million copies.

If you count carefully, he is also a leader among the military-themed works after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The last one that caused such a sensation was Qu Bo's "Lin Hai Xue Yuan".

His debut work, The Horse Herder, has led the craze of scar literature and reflective literature, not to mention that he has also created the concept of Chinese stream-of-consciousness literature. Nowadays, many people in the literary world are vying to imitate him, including many famous writers.

For example, Wang Meng has mentioned many times in public the influence of Lai Zi's Summer on his creation of stream-of-consciousness literature.

In the past two years, Wang Meng has been studying stream-of-consciousness literature and has successively published many works with obvious stream-of-consciousness literature colors, such as Buli, Butterfly, and Spring Voice.

In terms of literary awards, reader reputation, and work influence, Lin Chaoyang can be said to be an all-round player. At any time, status and fame are determined by strength.

Especially when you think that Lin Chaoyang is only in his early twenties and has a beautiful wife and family by his side, how can you not envy him?

As everyone chatted, the ship docked at the shore.

Huangdao is not large in area. It was only two years ago that it was transferred from Jiaodong County to the jurisdiction of Qingdao. A sports hotel has just been built in the center of the island, and Lin Chaoyang and others settled here.

In the evening, Jiang Shumao arranged a welcoming banquet on behalf of the Shandong Literary Association. The main food at the banquet was fish, shrimp and crab, which were caught by fishermen from the island and sent directly to the hotel. They were fresh.

Drinking is indispensable for welcoming banquets. Qingdao has been built by Germans since 1903, and the people are used to drinking beer. At the welcoming banquet, a large glass of draft beer was placed in front of each person. Lin Chaoyang declined the offer and was frightened when he saw everyone taking a bite of seafood and a sip of beer.

The "gout set meal" was notorious, so he thought he could just eat seafood.

Everyone ate and drank, talked about everything, and was very happy.

Tao Yushu sat next to Lin Chaoyang, but it was a different style.

"Yushu, try this!"

"This clam is delicious, try it."

The couple picked up food for each other, and they were so affectionate that Zhang Dening's eyes turned red.

"I say, you two, you have hands, so you can't eat your own food, right?"

Lin Chaoyang glanced at her, "Does our eating bother you?"

"I'm just reminding you, don't be too mushy."

"Don't be too mushy" translates to "don't abuse the dog", but the couple turned a deaf ear and continued to do their own thing.

Wang Zengqi teased: "De Ning, do you regret not bringing your spouse with you?"

"I would like to bring him, but I have to get the boss's approval!" Zhang Dening sighed.

"Wouldn't it be fine if you become a leader?"

Zhang Dening said happily: "When I become the editor-in-chief, I'll let you all bring your family members."

Everyone clapped, "This is a good idea!"

Fu Yonglin looked at Zhang Dening speechlessly, "It's a shame I didn't let you become an official. If you do, you will be a confused official."

Everyone was chatting and laughing, and the table was unknowingly filled with shells of various seafood. Cheng Zhongshi and other writers who had been in the mainland all year round ate the most.

After the reception banquet, everyone thought it would be a relaxing sightseeing trip. After breakfast the next morning, Wang Zengqi, Li Tuo and others were all dressed up and ready to go out, but they were stopped by Fu Yonglin.

"Why go?"

"Let's go out for a walk!"

"Huangdao is such a big place and there is not much to visit. If you have time, why not write more."

Wang Zengqi and others:? ? ?

The situation of catching a turtle in a urn was over, and Fu Yonglin no longer had any scruples. However, he still showed some guilt. After being stared at by everyone for a while, he said uncomfortably: "The PEN Club focuses on communication and creation. I hope everyone will be here in these few days." Good results can be achieved in the day.”

What is a “good result”?

Of course it's a manuscript.

Lin Chaoyang whispered to Tao Yushu: "What am I telling you? How can these magazines be so kind as to invite you to visit the mountains and rivers? They are just setting up a small dark room to lock you up and work as a coolie."

Tao Yushu nodded sadly.