1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 473 The Future Lu Xun

The first "Lu Xun Literature Award" award ceremony was still held in the Great Hall of the People.

Jiang Xian entered the meeting hall with his work permit, letter of introduction and letter of certification. As soon as he entered the venue, he ran into Zhang Shouren from October.

"You look really smart!" Zhang Shouren teased as soon as he saw him.

Jiang Xian smiled disapprovingly, "After all, today's mission is important. I represent not only myself, but also the 'Lu Xun Literature Award'."

As he spoke, he looked around and saw that quite a few people had already arrived at the venue.

This time's award for short and medium-length novels is directly named after "Lu Xun" and is held in the Great Hall of the People. It is absolutely of the utmost value and grandeur, so the guest lineup is quite heavyweight.

Comrade Ba Jin, Chairman of the Chinese Writers Association, arrived on the scene with a cane. In addition to him, there were also important figures in the literary world such as Zhou Yang, Cong Weixi, Liu Shaotang, Feng Mu, Deng Youmei, Zhong Jingwen, Gu Jiegang, and Jia Zhi.

In addition, cultural officials, well-known writers, editors-in-chief of important publications, senior editors in the literary world, well-known critics and journalists from famous newspapers and periodicals were present.

It was still early for the award ceremony to start, but a lot of people had already arrived. Everyone gathered together to chat and laugh. Even if they didn't know each other, they would get to know each other and talk in a friendly manner once introduced.

However, as soon as Jiang Xian appeared at the venue, he was like a succubus, instantly attracting the attention of most of the writers.

"Young talent!"

Cui Daoyi of "People's Literature" couldn't help but sigh.

The winning works of the "Lu Xun Literature Award" were announced a month ago.

Everyone knows that Jiang Xian not only won two "Lu Xun Literature Awards", but also won the first place in novella and novel respectively.

This is so brutal!
This time, naming the award after "Lu Xun" will definitely be of great appeal to all writers.

And other writers dream of awards.

Not only did this guy get both at the same time, but he also got them both with first place.

That really echoes what Lin Zexu said:
“From the sea to the boundless sky, I am the shore; when the mountains reach the top, I am the peak!”

If all writers are climbing a mountain, then the one at the top must be Jiang Xian, right?
"I heard that the establishment of the 'Lu Xun Literature Award' was mainly driven by Jiang Xian."

"Yes, not only did he win the award this time, he was also the chairman of the jury for this selection."

"Why did Jiang Xian change the award for Outstanding Novel to the Lu Xun Literature Award immediately after he won two awards this time?"

Hearing this man's question, others looked at him as if he were a fool.

"It sounds as if Jiang Xian didn't win many awards in the past."

"Exactly. Isn't it normal for him to win two awards?"

"I remember one year, he won three awards by himself, right?"

"Yes, it was in the 1980s. I was there too. Comrade Jiang Xian couldn't even hold one trophy in each hand. I remember that scene so vividly."

Everyone was discussing heatedly. As for the guy who raised the question just now, he looked embarrassed, shrank his neck and dared not speak, and explained awkwardly, "I just asked casually, just asked casually."

With the appearance of Jiang Xian, more and more award-winning writers came to the venue. As winners, they seemed to have an extremely special temperament as soon as they appeared here today.

There are a total of fourteen winning works for this year's "Lu Xun Literature Award", and the winning authors almost cover three generations of writers: old, middle-aged and young.

Old comrades include Lu Wenfu, Zhang Xianliang and others, middle-aged writers in their prime include Zhang Jie, Feng Jicai, Huo Da, Jiang Zilong, Liang Xiaosheng and others, and young writers include Shi Tiesheng, Zhou Meisen, Jiao Jian, Wang Anyi, Tie Ning, Jiang Xian and others.

Among these people, although Jiang Xian was not the youngest, when they saw his appearance and thought about his literary achievements that had already surpassed many people present, this contrast surprised many people.

Jiang Zilon became famous early and knew many people. Plus, he was not young anymore, so he was like an older brother, bringing unfamiliar faces like Zhou Meisen, Jiao Jian and Liang Xiaosheng into his circle of writers who were familiar with each other.

Everyone was talking about something in common, and in the end they found that the most common topic was this guy Jiang Xian.

"I started dealing with Jiang Xian a long time ago."

Jiang Zilong said: "We both started publishing works in almost the same year, I published earlier, but he became famous earlier than me. At that time, Lu Xinhua's "Scars" was popular all over the country, and the only young writer who could compare with Lu Xinhua was Jiang Xian.

At that time, many people were more optimistic about Lu Xinhua.

After so many years, Lu Xinhua can only rely on "Scars" to make a name for himself, while Jiang Xian has never missed out on the Outstanding Novel Award, Mao Dun Literature Award, and this time's Lu Xun Literature Award. "

No one thought that Jiang Zilong's words were meant to flatter Jiang Xian. Given Jiang Zilong's status, there was no need for him to please Jiang Xian.

Instead, the writers all agreed with Jiang Zilon's words from the bottom of their hearts.

The youngest, Tie Ning, was bold and blunt, "Let alone Lu Xinhua. Teacher Liu Xinwu, who was as famous as Jiang Xian at the time, could not compare with Comrade Jiang Xian in terms of his influence in the literary world in recent years."

It’s hard to explain why, but Tie Ning has a fanatical admiration for Jiang Xian.

How old is he this year? Just over 30? His representative works include "Chess King", "Furong Town", "Garland under the Mountain", "Red Sorghum" and "You Have No Choice".
There are too many works that have a wide impact across the country.

He is handsome, talkative, efficient, and has countless legendary stories.

In Tie Ning's eyes, this is simply the most perfect object of worship.

As he was thinking, Tie Ning looked at Wang Anyi.

Well, she didn't mean any harm.

I heard that Wang Anyi is about the same age as Jiang Xian. In the literary world, Wang Anyi is already a well-known writer.

But compared with Jiang Xian, a person of the same age, Wang Anyi's achievements are really shabby.

This may be the difference between a genius and a monster.

You are indeed good enough, but compared with others, you are still far behind.

Time passed little by little, and when it was almost half past nine, the award ceremony was about to begin. Jiang Xian, as the director of the jury, sat on the podium with Ba Jin, chairman of the China Writers Association, and several vice-chairmen and leaders.

Looking at the huge crowd below the stage, Jiang Xian sighed.

In the past, he was one of the many people sitting in the dark crowd below the stage, but now he is sitting in this position.

How many years does it take to get from the audience to the stage?
Ugh.

My whole life, I've been walking on thin ice.

He was being Versailles in his heart, while on the other side, Comrade Ba Jin had already started his speech amid the applause of all the writers.

"I had missed several opportunities to meet Mr. Lu Xun. It was not until 1933 that I met Mr. Lu Xun for the first time at a banquet held by the Literary Society. That night, I arrived before Mr. Lu Xun. There were Mr. Mao Dun and two or three other guests in the hall. Before that, I had never met Mr. Mao Dun.

I am not good at speaking, especially when meeting someone for the first time, so I didn't want to disturb Mr. Mao Dun, a respected writer.

However, when we met unexpectedly, I suddenly found that being with Mr. Mao Dun was very natural and casual.

We actually started talking.

At this moment, the door curtain opened and Mr. Lu Xun walked in. "

When Ba Jin said this, his pair of eyes, which used to be gloomy, suddenly blinked and became very light, like dandelion fluff blown by the wind, floating towards a coordinate where they could never land.

"He was an old man I had known from many photos. He looked exactly like the one in the photo, short and thin, with thick black hair and eyebrows, and wearing an ordinary robe. But the expression on his face was kinder and more sincere than in the photo."

Listening to Ba Jin's recollections, all the writers present were moved, as if they had really seen that cultural giant, that toughest writer, that fearless warrior, and they were fascinated by that scene.

"Twenty-five years ago, when Mr. Wang was being reburied in Shanghai, I had a dream on an autumn night. This dream is still very vivid to me."

"In my dream, I saw the burning heart of the gentleman, and I heard his fiery words: for the sake of truth, dare to love, dare to hate, dare to speak, dare to do, dare to pursue."

"For several years, I have heard people talking about: If Mr. Lu Xun were still alive..."

"Of course we all want to live first."

"So today, we established this award in his name."

"I think the work of judging this award was very good. I have read the works of the 14 winners and I can see that they really did it. For the sake of truth, they dared to love, hate, speak, act and pursue."

"They have poured out their burning hearts on the path of literature and art. I believe that among these people, the future Lu Xun will be born."

After he finished speaking, the audience responded with thunderous applause that lasted for nearly a minute.

It is said that sincerity is the ultimate skill. Ba Jin's sincere and simple speech not only commemorated Lu Xun, but also encouraged the award-winning writer. Such a thoughtful speech immediately touched everyone present.

After Ba Jin's speech, Zhou Yang, Feng Mu and others spoke next.

Finally, it was the turn of Jiang Xian, the chairman.

He didn't speak for long. He briefly talked about his work and ended his speech by quoting the old man:

"What to write and how to write can only be explored and gradually solved by artists in their artistic practice. In this regard, no arbitrary interference is allowed."

After the speech, it was time to present the awards. The names of the writers were called out on stage, and the writers below went on stage one by one to receive their certificates and medals from Ba Jin and other award presenters, and then took photos.

Jiang Xian was the first to stand up. Others went to receive the awards from the audience, but he went directly to the stage, past Ba Jin, and stood in the front position.

Because he was the first short story author to be called out, Jiang Xian received the medal and certificate for the novel "The Heavenly Bureau".

Wang Meng couldn't help but feel envious when seeing this scene.

He had experienced the same moment a few years ago, slowly standing up from the podium and going over to receive the award instead of presenting it. Such special treatment was truly impressive.

Unfortunately, he has been busy running People's Literature in recent years and has not published any influential novels.

He felt deeply regretful for missing out on the Lu Xun Literature Award, and looked at Jiang Xian with envy and jealousy.

The roll call soon came to the part of novella writers, and Jiang Xian's name was mentioned again.

Jiang Xian, who already had the medal and certificate in hand, trotted over to Ba Jin with a smile and took the medal and certificate for "You Have No Choice".

When two "Lu Xun Literature Award" medals appeared in Jiang Xian's hands, he felt as if countless eyes were focused on him at the same time, making him feel that the air was a little hot.

There is no way. Two works won awards at the same time, and they are national awards like the "Lu Xun Literature Award". This is too legendary and anyone who hears it will be shocked.

This time, the "Lu Xun Literature Award" was held at such a high level. It was not only an upgrade in the national selection of outstanding novels, but also another major award event after the "Mao Dun Literature Award". The organizer was an authoritative organization such as the Writers Association, and literary masters such as Ba Jin were present on the scene.

The list of winners also includes such literary and artistic figures as Zhang Jie and Jiang Zilong.

It is already a rare thing for an ordinary person to be selected for the award. If he wins this award again, it is almost certain that he will have a place in the Chinese literary world in the future.

What's more, this is the first session, and it is also one that future generations will look back on countless times.

In such an authoritative and grand award competition, Jiang Xian won two prizes.

This is simply enviable to the point of madness.

But when I saw the award-winning "The Game" and "You Have No Choice", I was so convinced that I couldn't say a word.

"Now, please allow Comrade Jiang Xian to express his gratitude!"

The microphone was once again handed to Jiang Xian. As a writer who had won two first prizes, no one was more qualified to speak than him.

Everyone in the conference hall only reacted at this moment. No wonder Jiang Xian didn't say much just now. It turned out that he still had to speak now.

damned!
Looking at the past and present, both at home and abroad, is there such a thing as giving a speech as an award presenter first and then giving a speech as a winner?

This is too outrageous!

At the same time, I was curious about Jiang Xian’s speech. I remembered that the last time he spoke, he was the director of the Museum of Modern Chinese Literature.

That time, his speech was extremely brilliant.

Based on his own novel "You Have No Choice", he not only analyzes the novel but also expresses his opinions, pointing out the difficulties of "modernism" in the current Chinese literary world.

That speech liberated modernist novels and also freed up the creative space for Chinese writers that had been compressed by realism.

To this day, that speech has been continuously circulated and reprinted in many literary newspapers and magazines.

This time, as the award presenter and recipient, what will Jiang Xian say on the podium of the Lu Xun Literature Award?
The literary workers in the audience were extremely curious.

On the other side, Jiang Xian briefly recalled the contents of the speech.

He had been informed long ago that he would be giving a speech at the award ceremony, and of course he had prepared.

Standing on the podium, looking at the people below, he took out the end of the PPT presented by a worker, and the heads of the people below the stage turned into garlic heads.

"Cough cough."

(End of this chapter)