1979: My fiancée is a goddess

Chapter 281 First Prize, decided to publish

2 p.m.

The evaluation given by Mr. Wei Wei echoed in everyone's ears.

Although I haven't read the novel, I can get some clues from Mr. Wei Wei's long list of comments and his flushed cheeks and expression.

"Since you have finished reading it, Mr. Wei, why don't you let me review it later? Comrade Xiao Cheng is a frequent visitor to our People's Literature. Our editors-in-chief Zhang and Wang both like him very much."

The editor of People's Literature had a flash of inspiration, walked up to Wei Wei, and extended his hand with a smile.

"Row."

Wei Wei originally wanted to read it for a few more days, but considering that it would be published soon, he decided to get the manuscript of "Youth" approved as soon as possible.

"That's a good feeling."

The editor of People's Literature chuckled and said, this is the first time for Comrade Xiao Cheng to review a manuscript!

Whenever Comrade Cheng submitted his manuscripts to People's Literature, they were never reviewed by ordinary editors. Instead, they were all reviewed by Zhang Guangnian, Wang Meng, and Cui Daoyi. After the three of them read them, the three reviews and proofreadings were completed. Ordinary editors like them could not even touch Cheng Kaiyan's manuscripts.

It is said that editors make authors successful, but isn’t it also the case that authors make editors successful?
Anyway, he had been itching to read Comrade Xiao Cheng's manuscript. He heard that the handwriting was beautiful and neat. The female comrades in the editorial department all said that the handwriting reflected the person.

"Cough cough!"

Just as the People's Literature editor was daydreaming, he heard a light cough.

He quickly turned around and saw Minister Liu Baiyu staring at him with a bad look.

"Comrade Xiao Li, you are still young. This manuscript is very ideological and literary, and most people cannot grasp it."

Liu Baiyu advised with a malicious smile on his face.

"Uh... OK, let you come."

The editor of People's Literature was a little embarrassed. He then remembered that Minister Liu had argued with Mr. Wei Wei over the manuscript that morning.

"Well, you come after I finish reading."

Seeing that he was so sensible, Liu Baiyu nodded with satisfaction, took the manuscript from his hand, and turned back to his desk.

Xu Huaizhong, who had been silent for a long time, opened his mouth. He wanted to say that he would be the one to conduct the third trial!
So he glared at the editor of People's Literature with some frustration. He was in Xu Huaizhong's group.

……

The hazy sunlight shines on the streets and alleys of the General Political Department compound, and the yellowed and faded propaganda slogans on the red brick walls flash with light.

On both sides of the street are lush Sophora japonica trees, which are entangled with each other and arched like a dome.

Light gold, tender green, and azure blue coexist in one, and the trees become the veins of the sky.

In the distance of the city, there came a faint sound of pigeon whistles and pigeons flapping their wings.

The wet white shirts on the clothesline were flying wildly in the wind, and the smell of laundry detergent was carried into the office by the wind.

Some people were sleeping on the table with their arms as pillows, some were resting with their eyes closed on the chairs, and some were concentrating on reading the manuscript...

The office in the afternoon is as quiet as diving into a lake in dreams.

The cold lake water wraps the body, vision, hearing...

Everything is blurry.

I am the only one left in this whole world.

I don’t know how long it took, but Liu Baiyu just felt a soreness in his eyes that had not moved for a long time, and the overflowing tears wet the corners of his eyes.

My mind is still immersed in the spiritual world of the book.

Immerse yourself in the protagonist Cheng Lu's growth, his life, his joys and sorrows.

Especially after the military district’s grand National Day performance, the stage was empty and the military district’s parade ground was in a mess.

The grass in the school field was covered with night dew, and the moonlight, as bright as water, shone through the clouds.

The lively and festive atmosphere seemed to be nothing.

As two boys and girls who don't fit in with the group.

Cheng Lu and Shen Xiaoping.

One went on stage to perform but became a supporting role, while the other made silent contributions but was ignored.

Two losers, two excluded people, two kindest people.

The silvery moonlight poured down, dancing on the training ground. One person danced, and the other appreciated.

It's as beautiful as a medieval impressionist painting.

……

“The love and friendship of young people is the best interpretation of the poetry of youth.”

Liu Baiyu put down the last page of the manuscript. He finally finished reading the article.

Not to mention the theme of the article hidden behind the story.

The story of youth growth, "Fang Hua", is already quite attractive.

He picked up a pen and wrote his name on the review opinion form, which meant he had basically passed.

After finishing the formalities, Liu Baiyu raised his hand and looked at his watch.

It was already 4:30 in the afternoon and time to get off work.

"Comrade Xiao Li, I've finished reading it. Please take the manuscript over."

Liu Baiyu picked up the manuscript, sorted it out, handed it out and shouted.

Sitting not far away, Editor Li from People's Literature immediately stood up and took the manuscript, then returned to his seat and happily flipped through it.

"Mr. Liu, what do you think?"

Xu Huaizhong asked curiously.

"It's quite good. It should be no problem for me to win the first prize. I think it should be the first prize."

Liu Baiyu picked up the review opinion and praised Yang, saying with a relaxed expression.

"First prize?"

Xu Huaizhong raised his eyebrows, his tone was surprised, and then he immediately looked at Wei Wei, "Where is Mr. Wei? What do you think..."

Wei Wei: "My opinion is that it also deserves the first prize. This kind of progressive work deserves it."

"So, Comrade Cheng Kaiyan's "Youth" is the first prize winner of our military travel essay contest?"

Xu Huaizhong said with a smile, his expression a little complicated, and a hint of embarrassment for having made a mistake.

At the beginning, he was not optimistic about Cheng Kaiyan's attainments in military literature. After all, she was young and had never written military works before.

Only after hearing Mr. Wei Wei's comments did he change his mind.

I think it’s a pretty good work.

However, in his heart, no matter how good "Youth" is, it should only be on par with "Shooting the Wolf", and the best it can do is win the second prize.

Xu Huaizhong never thought that he would win the first prize!

Even Xu Huaizhong, the director of the Literature Department of the PLA Academy of Art, did not dare to say he could win the first prize even if he participated in the competition.

This is a prize of one thousand dollars, plus the opportunity for movie adaptation!
Xu Huaizhong was emotionally agitated for a while before he calmed down and asked in disbelief, "Is Youth really better than Shooting the Wolf?"

Liu Baiyu chuckled when he heard this, knowing that Xu Huaizhong felt resentful and confused because a work he had not seen and even did not think highly of had overshadowed The Wolf Shooting Shooting, a work he had high hopes for.

He thought for a moment and said, "There is a saying that incomplete criticism is equivalent to no criticism, and incomplete reflection is equivalent to no reflection."

"Shooting the Wolf tells the story of the struggle and fall of soldiers caught between ideals and reality, revealing the spiritual dilemma of soldiers in peacetime and the crushing of individual values ​​by collectivism."

"But his problem was that he didn't do enough, wasn't thorough enough, and was still stuck in the sacred traditional framework of the military, attributing the protagonist's experience to being born at the wrong time and to the conservatism and rigidity of some leaders...

But "Youth" is different. It is a reflection and criticism made by the author and the protagonist, two fighting heroes inside and outside the book.

Both works are progressive.

But the gap between the two is like a dazzling, short-lived spark and a fire that can start a prairie fire."

"Is that so?"

Xu Huaizhong subconsciously looked at Editor Li from his team who was flipping through the manuscript.

"Is everyone okay with the publication of Youth on the 15th in the Military Writers Special Issue? As for the standard of manuscript fee, it will be set at 8 yuan per thousand words."

Liu Baiyu waved his hand indifferently, then stood up and announced it.

"no problem!"

(End of this chapter)