Shen Long said generously, he will continue to take the road of literature and continue to create new works, the big guys are not surprised, the previous works have proved his ability, and he does have the capital to take this road.

Gu Yangmin wants to be a doctor, Tian Xiaoxia will become a reporter, Jin Bo is going farther and farther on the road of business, and Shen Long is aiming at the direction of writers, and they all have bright futures.

The big guys chatted very happily, Xiaoxia proposed that one person sing a song, the four of them once participated in the middle school literary and artistic propaganda team together, they are all talents in this regard, so they immediately responded to Xiaoxia's suggestion and began to relive the happiness of the past again.

Xiaoxia took the lead in singing two interludes from the movie "Visitors on the Iceberg", and then Jin Bo sang his most emotional "In That Distant Place" - singing until his tears rolled in his eyes, Shaoping and Yangmin sang the deep American folk song "Old Man River" in chorus...... Fortunately, this cave is relatively remote, and there are no other residents around, so you don't have to worry about noisy others.

What a night it was! It wasn't until eleven o'clock in the evening that this joyful gathering ended, Shen Long sent Xiaoxia back to the family home of the prefectural committee, and they laughed continuously along the way, until they were about to arrive at the door of the prefectural party committee's family home, Xiaoxia's face showed a little reluctance, she was about to go to the provincial newspaper for an internship, and the next meeting was only two months later.

She stopped under the street lamp on the side of the street, looked back at Shen Long, raised her neck slightly, and seemed to have mustered up enough courage, Shen Long naturally would not let her down, lowered her head and kissed her lightly on the lips...... This was their first kiss, and Xiaoxia, who had always been bold, also panicked at this time and walked into the yard with a red face.

Then he turned around and waved goodbye to Shen Long, Shen Long raised his hand, and watched her figure disappear before leaving, and returned home to lie on the kang, still reminiscing about what happened just now.

Xiaoxia left, Gu Yangmin and Jin Bo also left Huangyuan one after another, Gu Yangmin wanted to go back to continue his classes, and Jin Bo took Tsering Yangjin back to Qinghai to visit his family, and then they would stay in the provincial capital for a few days to find new opportunities.

So Shen Long was temporarily deserted here, only Jia Bing came to communicate with him from time to time, and forwarded the replies and remittance slips from various magazines to him, and when he saw the replies and sample issues sent by "Qinghai Lake Literature", he complained that Shen Long was not interesting enough.

If you send an article to the top national literary magazines such as "Harvest", "October", "Contemporary", and "Flower City", I won't say anything, if I can write such a good article, I will definitely not hand it over to "Huangyuan Literature and Art", but what do you mean by this? Even "Qinghai Lake Literature" was posted, so I didn't give "Huangyuan Literature and Art" an article?

Shen Long had to apologize again and again, promising to take a short story out as soon as possible and hand it to Jia Bing, and Mr. Jia left satisfied, he had complained for so long just now because of this.

The next day, before Shen Long could figure out what to write and hand it over to Jia Bing, he came over again, and Shen Long hurriedly said, "Teacher Jia, you're too anxious about this draft, right?" ”

I'm not writing this online article, and I can get more than eight thousand a day, this kind of pure literature is very time-consuming, it's only one day, so can I write it?

"It's not a reminder, it's a good thing!" Jia Bing's face flushed excitedly, "Just now an old friend of mine called me to tell me that your "Yellow Earth" won the National Excellent Short Story Award!" The list has been set and will be announced soon. ”

"Oh? It's true? "This is a big surprise, and the gold content of the National Outstanding Short Story Award is not low.

Before his death this year, Mr. Contradiction donated his 250,000 yuan manuscript fee to set up the Mao Dun Literature Award, with Ba Jin as the director of the jury, and it is still in the preparatory stage, and the first award will not be awarded until next year.

Moreover, the Mao Dun Literature Award aims to launch and praise long-form writers and works, and Shen Long's current completion is all short and medium-length novels, which do not meet the selection requirements.

Among the other important domestic literary awards, the Lu Xun Literature Award will not be established until 86; The Cao Yu Drama Literature Award is still called the National Excellent Script Award, unless Shen Long personally adapts his own script into a script in the future, otherwise he will definitely not have a chance to win the award; The Dream of Red Mansions Award will not be established until 2005; As for Yao Xueyin's Long History Award, not to mention, Mr. Yao Xueyin has not finished writing his "Li Zicheng" yet.

Therefore, the National Outstanding Short Story Award is more authoritative and more important than later generations, and Jia Pingwa won this award with "Full Moon" a few years ago and officially entered the literary world; And Chen Zhongzhong, another great writer in Shaanxi, also won this award for "Trust", and from this point of view, winning this award is indeed a good sign.

"Then can there be a fake? After I heard this, I immediately asked someone again, and everyone said that you won the prize! Jia Bing scratched his head embarrassedly after speaking, "Shaoping, you see that you have won the award now, do you hurry up and fill out the form to join the Huangyuan Concord and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles?" I hurriedly found someone to approve it for you. ”

Otherwise, when people asked when they went to receive the award, they found out that he was not a member of the Huangyuan Writers' Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, which would be a joke.

Shen Long is a person who has been a provincial boss, and he understands in seconds, so he hurriedly said modestly, "Actually, I have had this idea for a long time, but I am worried that I am not qualified and embarrassed to tell you, so I will apply for it quickly." ”

Jia Bing was relieved at this time, and hurried back with Shen Long's form before the ink dried, he still had to hurry up to complete the approval procedures, generally speaking, the Writers' Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles have a fixed time, once a year, this time it is an exception, but no one will say anything.

If you have an opinion, then you can also write an article that can be published on "Harvest", and by the way, you will come back with a National Excellent Short Story Award, and I will give you a special event.

After Jia Bing completed the formalities, the list of winners was officially announced, for which Jia Bing also called Shen Long to celebrate with the members of the Huangyuan Writers Association and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, which is not only the glory of Shen Long alone, but also the glory of the entire Huangyuan writers' circle.

When the celebration was over, Shen Long hurried to the provincial capital, and hurriedly saw Xiaoxia, so he hurriedly transferred to the capital, and this award was to be presented in the capital.