1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 136 Cruel, too cruel

People in Beijing are no strangers to Hongdu.

No. 28 Dongjiaominxiang, a clothing store that enjoyed a great reputation in this era.

Calling it a clothing store is just Hongdu's modesty, because Hongdu is only responsible for custom-making clothes for leaders, diplomats going abroad and delegations.

Custom-made and tailor-made.

Have you seen the standard photo on the square tower? The light grey Zhongshan suit in the photo was designed by Hongdu.

Jiang Xian was trying on clothes in the room when Zhu Lin and Chen Hong came over.

Glancing at him in a Zhongshan suit, Zhu Lin blinked her eyes and said, "Yeah, it looks quite like that."

"He's so cool! No worse than the male actors in the factory!" Chen Hong, who was like a little deer next to him, also gave a thumbs up.

"Can Piao be used like this?" Jiang Xian was surprised and taught Chen Hong, a Jiangxi native, to speak Beijing dialect, "You have to say it handsomely."

"When did you get this dress?"

"My dad's."

The Zhongshan suit is still the trend of the times. Western suits were popular in the 50s due to the influence of the Soviet Union, but soon the Zhongshan suit became the mainstream attire. It was popular at events, meetings, and even at young people's weddings. Many people had their hidden suits turned into Zhongshan suits by tailors.

"Have you ironed it? Look why the fabric is so uneven." Zhu Lin gently stroked the fabric with her slender fingers.

"Where's the uneven spot? I've ironed it once." Jiang Xian twisted his neck and looked where she pointed.

“Then your work is pretty rough.” Zhu Lin chuckled.

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"I can tell you've rarely ironed your clothes." Zhu Lin patted Jiang Xian's arm, "You're not in a hurry to wear them, are you? If you're not in a hurry, I'll take them and iron them for you a few more times."

Jiang Xian naturally had no objection. He took it off quickly and handed it to her along with the clothes and the iron.

It was ironed quickly. The clothes, which were a little old, looked like new after being ironed by Zhu Lin.

When worn, you look tall and handsome.

Zhu Lin's slender fingers brushed around, helping him to straighten out every wrinkle. "The material of this dress is actually quite good. You really don't know how to take care of it."

After the two chatted for a few words, Zhu Lin walked out of Jiang Xian's room and walked to the stairs, where she happened to bump into Liu Xiaoqing.

"Lin ZHU?"

Turning around and seeing her figure, Zhu Lin felt a little embarrassed, but basically calm, "Sister Xiaoqing, do you want to go to dinner?"

"I'm just about to go, come with me."

Liu Xiaoqing was known as one of the three golden flowers of the Beijing Film Studio. When Zhu Lin walked with her, she was not overshadowed by her brilliance at all. Instead, they complemented each other and attracted the attention of many employees.

"Liu Xiaoqing!"

A hairy man in his thirties suddenly strode over and said, "You must be Liu Xiaoqing!"

The two girls glanced at him strangely, and the man smiled and introduced himself: "I am the director of Xi'an Film Studio, Teng Wenji."

"Hello, comrade." The two of them greeted him politely.

"I am your fan, Liu Xiaoqing."

Teng Wenji smiled and rubbed his chin with narrowed eyes. He looked at Liu Xiaoqing with a complicated expression, then moved his gaze to Zhu Lin and asked with great interest, "Who is this?"

"My name is Zhu Lin."

"Zhu Lin? Are you also an actor from the Beijing Film Studio?"

"No." Zhu Lin stood behind Liu Xiaoqing with a calm tone.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two girls walked away from him. "I know him. He made a movie called "The Tremor of Life" last year and won an award for an excellent film," Liu Xiaoqing said.

"Why did he come to the Beijing Film Studio?"

"Maybe they are here to find actors for auditions. Film studios from other places come to Beijing for auditions and they all use our Beijing Film Studio's space."

"That's it."

"If he asks you to audition, will you go?"

"Me? It's not easy for me to act well in "Traffic" now." Zhu Lin answered softly, without much interest.

The day of award ceremony is coming soon.

Jiang Xian stayed at No. 15 Hufang Road the night before. Compared with the Beijing Film Studio, this place is much closer to Tiananmen Square.

"Okay, very spirited!" Rao Yuemei praised her son beautifully. Being able to go to the Great Hall to receive the award was really an honor for the ancestors of the Jiang family.

Jiang Xian rode his bike to Tiananmen Square and arrived at the Great Hall of the People. He found that many people were already walking on the red carpet into the venue.

"Jiang Xian!"

Wang Fu from People's Literature looked at him from a distance and said, "You did a great job today! Congratulations on winning so many awards for your works!"

At this award ceremony, there were very few writers who won both short story and novella awards, but there were only four of them: Jiang Zilon, Feng Jicai, Wang Meng, and Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian was the only one who won three awards at the same time.

He had just chatted with Wang Fu for a few words when a reporter from People's X Newspaper called him over to take a photo.

"Teacher Jiang, let's take a group photo together as the top three short story writers." The reporter called out, then turned around and shouted to Jiang Zilong: "Comrade Jiang Zilong! Comrade Jiang Zilong!"

When Jiang Zilong heard the shout, he felt very complicated. He really hoped that the reporter had not discovered him.

When he met Jiang Xian this time, he was both sad and happy. He was happy that he met an old friend, but he was sad that if Jiang Xian had not suddenly appeared, he would not have missed the first place.

Where can he go to seek justice for this matter?

"Comrade Jiang Xian!" Ru Zhijuan, who came in third, greeted him.

"Hello, Comrade Ru."

Jiang Xian looked at her carefully.

This mother looks really like her daughter.

"Congratulations, Comrade Jiang Xian." Ru Zhijuan shook his hand generously. "I just found out yesterday that three of your novels were shortlisted. I was shocked!"

Yesterday, when Ru Zhijuan was in the hotel with several out-of-town writers looking at the results of the two awards, she discovered that Jiang Xian had three works selected. All the writers present were shocked.

This small detail hidden in the selection results may not have been discovered by many writers yet. Ru Zhijuan is even looking forward to the reactions of other writers when they find out this information at the award ceremony.

We haven’t seen Lu Xinhua this year, but Teacher Liu is still there. This year, he won the second prize for a short story with his work “I Love Every Green Leaf”.

With the introduction of Wang Weiguo, Jiang Xian met Shaanxi writer Chen Zhongshi, whose short story "Trust" won the award.

Chen Zhongshi is one of the three pillars of Shaanxi literature today, the other two being Mo Shen and Jia Pingwa.

This was the earliest statement, and later the lineup changed to Lu Yao, Chen Zhongshi, and Jia Pingwa.

The award ceremony began soon, and the writers took their seats. Jiang Xian's seat was near the front, and he was surrounded by middle-aged writers in their thirties and forties, which made him, a young writer, particularly eye-catching.

But I am afraid that no writer will fail to recognize his literary achievements, "The Chess King", "Animals Are Dangerous", "Furong Town". It can be said that almost every novel has caused a huge response in the literary world.

This is a true literary upstart and a rising star in the literary world.

(End of this chapter)