Near the Paris Opera, there is a restaurant called Drouen. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the minds of some literature lovers, this restaurant is a mecca. Because two of the four major French literary awards are voted on here, and the award ceremony is also held here.

One of them is the Prix Goncourt and the other is the Prize for Lenaudeau.

It's funny to say, just four years ago, a group of journalists waiting for the results of the Goncourt Literary Prize were so impatient that someone suggested that we should organize a literary prize as well.

Thus, the Renaudau Prize was born, which was initiated by a group of journalists to compete with the Goncourt Prize. It was voted on the same day as the Prix Goncourt and held a ceremony on the same day.

This is the humor that belongs to the French.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the restaurant de rouen comes alive with not only more diners than usual, but also journalists from all over France.

The judges of the Prix Goncourt and the Prize de l'Énoldau entered the restaurant one after another. They each looked at each other unpleasantly, and in the applause of the people, they entered their respective award rooms.

Then the reporters had to make a choice, they had to choose one of the rooms to enter and only cover one of the award ceremonies.

Well, the newspaper also has a response plan, which usually sends two reporters at the same time.

At around 11:25 a.m., the winner of the Renaudeau Literary Prize appeared, surrounded by reporters, and entered the private dining room, and then the door was closed so that people outside could not see what was happening inside.

Another wave of reporters is still waiting, they are waiting for Zhou Hexuan's arrival.

At 11:30 a.m., an Asian man wearing a blue labor uniform, a labor hat, and a large shovel on his shoulder appeared.

The reporters didn't pay attention and continued to look out the door.

The waiter at the restaurant stepped forward and said, "Sir, we don't have any workers here. ”

Zhou Hexuan smiled: "I'm here to receive the award." ”

"Claim the prize?" The waiter was a little unresponsive.

"Yes, the Goncourt Prize." Zhou Hexuan said.

"Oh God, you're the Asian winner?" The waiter at the restaurant covered his mouth and exclaimed.

Zhou Hexuan smiled and asked, "Can you take me to receive the award?" ”

"It is a great honor," the waiter shouted to the reporters, "gentlemen, the man you are waiting for is here!" ”

More than a dozen reporters turned their heads together, then looked at Zhou Hexuan suspiciously, and then became ecstatic, seemingly very satisfied with Zhou Hexuan's strange costume.

The reporters instantly gathered around, and one of them said: "Mr. Zhou, I am Mino, a reporter from La Le West, do you have any special significance in dressing up today?" ”

"Of course, you'll find out in a moment." Zhou Hexuan said.

Another reporter asked: "Are you wearing workers' clothes to represent the proletariat?" ”

Zhou Hexuan sweated wildly: "Friend, you think too much. ”

"Mr. Zhou, how do you feel about this award?"

"I'm very happy."

"Can you elaborate on magical realism?"

"It doesn't need to be elaborated, you just need to feel it in the work."

"You accurately predicted the stock market crash in the United States, did you make a lot of money in this stock market crash?"

"It's a pity that I only made a small amount of money."

“……”

Surrounded by reporters, Zhou Hexuan entered the private room of the restaurant belonging to the Goncourt Literary Award.

To be honest, it was the first time for Zhou Hexuan to see such an alternative award ceremony.

There was no host, no live audience, no trophies, no cabaret performances, just a table full of food and judges.

The moment Zhou Hexuan entered the private room, the nine judges stood up collectively. They were going to applaud and welcome Zhou Hexuan, but when they saw Zhou Hexuan's dress, they were all stunned.

What's the situation?

"Hi, Mr. Judges!" Zhou Hexuan put down the big shovel and waved and smiled at the nine judges.

The judges said: Lao Tzu has never seen such an alternative winner.

In addition to the embarrassment, the applause still rang out.

The judges sat on either side of the round table, leaving the middle seat to Zhou Hexuan, while reporters began to take pictures of them.

The chairman of the jury took out an award certificate and a 50 yuan gold franc, and handed it to Zhou Hexuan with a smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Zhou, you have become the winner of the 27th Goncourt Literary Prize." ”

"Thank you." Zhou Hexuan took the golden franc.

After the crazy depreciation of the franc, this French banknote, which is worth only 2 oceans, is the full prize of the Goncourt Prize.

None of the laureates will spend the 50 francs, and they are usually sandwiched in a picture frame as a commemorative and placed in the study as a trophy of honor.

The chairman of the jury jokingly asked, "Mr. Zhou, how are you going to use this prize money?" ”

Zhou Hexuan's answer was obviously unexpected by the other party, he said: "I am going to build a cemetery and monument in France, and I will donate the 50 francs." ”

"Donate?" The chairman of the jury was stunned.

"Yes." Zhou Hexuan nodded affirmatively.

The chairman of the jury smiled awkwardly and nodded, "Please give an acceptance speech." ”

According to the traditional process, after the acceptance speech, let the reporter take a picture and ask a few questions, and the award ceremony will officially end. Next came the meal, where all the reporters were gone, leaving only the winners and judges to have lunch together and chat about some literary topics.

Zhou Hexuan got up and smiled: "I like France very much, especially Paris, every breath of air carries the breath of culture and art. At the same time, I am very grateful to the judges for allowing me to receive this honor. ”

Well, the speech was decent, and he patted the French on the back by the way.

I only heard Zhou Hexuan continue: "I am Chinese, from the other side of the world. China and France have always had friendly exchanges, and China's traditional drama "The Orphan of Zhao" was adapted into "The Orphan of China" by Mr. Voltaire, the great writer of your country. This is an exchange that belongs to the cultural sphere. More than 10 years ago, there was a state-to-state exchange between China and France. During the European War, the German invaders were like wild beasts, constantly devouring the territory of France, and as an ally, China sent 140,000 Chinese laborers to France to undertake the most arduous and arduous war tasks. When I came to Paris this time, I met a surviving European Chinese laborer who confided in me his story......"

In front of reporters and judges, Zhou Hexuan told in detail the history of blood and tears of the laborers who aided France. He told the story told by Chen Ying with a little artistic processing, and presented the vivid images of Chinese workers in front of everyone.

The judges were stunned, and the reporters were a little dumbfounded, they finally understood why Zhou Hexuan was dressed like this.

And with Zhou Hexuan's narration, they gradually immersed themselves in those tragic stories......