Lin Chaoyang's answers to the two questions before and after were wonderful, and the audience below said they were very satisfied.

The questioners were enthusiastic, but the time for the speech was limited. After Lin Chaoyang answered the questions of five people, Zhang Youhua had to interrupt the questions, explaining that the time today was limited, and ended today's speech activity.

Many people in the audience did not get the opportunity to communicate with Lin Chaoyang, and their faces were full of regret and reluctance.

"It's all over so quickly!" Wang Xiaoping sighed.

"I guess I'm afraid of exposing my true level again."

Zha Jianying's sarcasm made her friends roll their eyes. Seeing that Wang Xiaoping had a tendency to criticize her, she decisively gave in and said: "Well done! Well done! Okay?"

"Yin and Yang are weird!" Wang Xiaoping replied.

Zha Jianying said he was not forgiving, but when he recalled Lin Chaoyang's speech and his wonderful performance in his answers, he actually admired him in his heart.

Even compared with Zhao Zhenkai, there is still no concession.

"Chaoyang, what you said is really good!"

After getting off the podium, Zhang Youhua said to Lin Chaoyang sincerely.

Several other backbones of the May 4th Literary Society nearby also commented in the same way, and everyone saw the reaction of the audience just now.

The May Fourth Literary Society held such a large-scale event for the first time, and the effect was unexpectedly good.

Lin Chaoyang had a relaxed smile on his face, "Thank you everyone."

The speech had just ended, and the large dining hall was noisy. More than 2,000 students had gathered here, and they could not get out for a while. The club members and security personnel arranged at the door were guiding everyone to leave.

"There are so many people!" Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but say something when he heard the commotion at the door.

"It's because of your appeal! We didn't expect so many people to come today," Chen Jiangong said.

Lin Chaoyang said a few words to Chen Jiangong and waved to Tao Yushu, who was not far away, "Yushu!"

Wu Yingfang was excitedly exchanging with Tao Yushu her thoughts on the speech she had just given. When she saw Lin Chaoyang actually greeting Tao Yushu, she asked in surprise: "Do you still know Xu Lingjun? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Tao Yushu did not answer her words and pulled her to Lin Chaoyang.

"This is my classmate Wu Yingfang." She introduced Lin Chaoyang, and then said to Wu Yingfang: "This is my husband Lin Chaoyang."

Lin Chaoyang smiled and stretched out his hand to Wu Yingfang, "Hello, classmate Yingfang!"

Wu Yingfang shook hands with Lin Chaoyang blankly, and struggled to squeeze out a few words through her teeth, "Husband...husband?"

"Well. I haven't had the chance to meet you classmates before, and Yushu can't introduce you. Today we are acquainted. Let's have a meal together later."

Looking at Wu Yingfang's expression, it was difficult for Lin Chaoyang not to suspect that the introduction and meeting just now was another good show directed by her. The daughter-in-law is now becoming more and more skillful in using this routine.

After digesting it for a long time, Wu Yingfang finally accepted the reality and held Tao Yushu in her arms to mutter.

"How come you are married to Xu Ling...Lin Chaoyang? How do you know each other? Why have you never told me before? Tell me quickly!"

Countless mysteries lingered in Wu Yingfang's mind, and her eyes eagerly sought Tao Yushu's answer, like a child waiting to be fed.

"How should I tell you?"

Tao Yushu found her look very interesting and wanted to tease her. She had been waiting for this game for a long time.

"Jade book~" Wu Yingfang held her hand and said coquettishly.

It was not convenient for Lin Chaoyang to participate in the whispers between female classmates, so he could only watch his wife playing with Wu Yingfang while applauding.

Such immature and evil taste!

"Morning sun!"

Across the crowd, Lin Chaoyang heard his uncle's voice and turned around to see that he, his wife and children were waving to him.

"What you just said is really good, and you have everyone's style! I didn't realize that you usually keep quiet, but you don't have any stage fright in such a big scene." Tao Yucheng praised.

"Thank you, brother!"

After saying a few words, Tao Yucheng saw that there were many people around Lin Chaoyang, and said, "You should do your work first, and we will talk about it when we get home."

"good."

After Tao Yucheng finished speaking, he took his wife and children and rushed to the door with the crowd. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from behind.

"Hey, Zhao Li, do you think that's mom?"

Zhao Li followed his eyes and before she could speak, Tao Yucheng shouted loudly: "Mom! Mom!"

Amidst the noise, Tao Yucheng's shout was extremely clear.

The figure didn't turn around, but walked faster.

"Hey, isn't it mom? It looks similar to me. Mom!!"

Zhao Li shook her head speechlessly, is that similar?

"Stop shouting." Zhao Li stopped her husband's rashness, "You are wrong."

"Really? It looks similar to me."

The large dining room, which had been busy all morning, was finally empty before lunch, and Lin Chaoyang could finally walk out of the large dining room.

He was accompanied by several key members of the May Fourth Literary Society, as well as Tao Yushu and Wu Yingfang.

A group of people walked to the door of the large dining room. Lin Chaoyang saw a familiar figure and stopped.

"Old Liu!"

Liu Xinwu came forward with a smile on his face, "I just listened to the speech, and it was really good."

"The class master plays with the axe, the class master plays with the axe." Lin Chaoyang kept being modest, and then said to Tao Yushu: "Yushu, you two go for a walk first, and we will meet at the Zhongting later."

Tao Yushu responded and pulled Wu Yingfang away. Seeing that Lin Chaoyang had something to discuss, several people from the May Fourth Literary Society also said goodbye and left.

Lin Chaoyang and Liu Xinwu walked toward Weiming Lake and chatted.

"Lao Liu, congratulations, "Head Teacher" has won the award."

"Thank you. This means your novel was not included in the review."

Just a few days after the last meeting between the two, the award ceremony of the first National Outstanding Short Story Award was held in Yanjing. This award was jointly organized by the People's Literature Publishing House and the Literary Association. It was also the first time that a national award was held in China.

Novel awards event.

This year is the first awards ceremony, and the selection scope is short stories published or published after September 1977 to October 1978. Lin Chaoyang's "Wrangler" was only published in November last year, so it was naturally not included in the selection.

A total of 25 short stories won awards this year, including Liu Xinwu's "Class Teacher" and several other well-known scar novels.

Although the country has announced reform and opening up, the deep-frozen land cannot be completely thawed in a short time. In a sense, the holding of the National Outstanding Short Story Award can be regarded as a harbinger of spring for the literary and art circles.

It can also be seen from the list of winning works this time that the awards this time are generally very social in nature, but relatively speaking, literary in nature.

After chatting for a while, Liu Xinwu asked: "It seems that you are not optimistic about the prospects of scar literature."

"Well, the rise of scar literature has a strong sense of catharsis and rebellion. From a reader's perspective, this emotion cannot last.

From an author's perspective, too thin material is not a long-term solution, and it is very dangerous for a writer to fall into a certain stereotyped creation."

"You're right."

Lin Chaoyang's words won Liu Xinwu's approval. After "Class Teacher" became famous in one fell swoop, he has been trying to escape the creative bottleneck created by scar literature. However, perhaps because of "Class Teacher"'s excellent reader response and industry evaluation, Liu Xinwu's performance in the past two years has

The quality and response of the work did not reach the level he was satisfied with.

Liu Xinwu poured out his thoughts to Lin Chaoyang and said with envy: "Chaoyang, I really envy you!"

"What do I have to envy?"

"The success of "The Wrangler" is obvious to all, but you have no nostalgia at all. You resolutely threw away all the halo and wrote a work like "Little Shoes"."

Liu Xinwu was full of emotions, "I just finished reading "Little Shoes" yesterday, and it left a deep impression. It is fresh, timeless, warm and sunny. Looking at the contemporary Chinese literary world, the style of this work can be said to be unique. Your transformation this time is really

It was such a success!”

Liu Xinwu praised it so highly that Lin Chaoyang had to be polite and modest, and then said: "Actually, I have never thought about whether it is scar literature. I only care about whether it is a good story and a good work."

"Good story, good work."

Liu Xinwu chewed on Lin Chaoyang's words, full of admiration in his heart.

After talking about his speech and creative experience, Liu Xinwu finally talked about the topic of today.

"Have you written any other works recently?"

"Writing a novel about the War in the South."

Liu Xinwu was a little surprised, "Why do you write about this subject?"

Lin Chaoyang told the story about his brother-in-law Du Feng, and Liu Xinwu nodded, "I see. You have never had any experience or accumulation in this area. Isn't it easy to write about it?"

"It's okay. I've collected a lot of information, and I'm getting into the mood as I write."

Liu Xinwu asked with some expectation: "After writing this work, leave it to us "October"!"

Then he added, "We pay the highest standard of royalties."

Customers who take the initiative to raise prices are all good customers, but for the sake of caution, Lin Chaoyang still said: "You also know that this novel may be a bit sensitive. After I finish writing it, I have to hand it over to the army for review. I can't do it now.

Promise you."
To be continued...