After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

"Hearing this reminds me of my elementary school Chinese teacher. My mother died early, my father worked away from home, and I was rather averse to studying. My teacher would often ride his bicycle to my house to persuade me to continue attending school. That's how I am today."

"Then you must have a good relationship with your teacher, right?"

"The teacher died of illness three years ago (crying)"

“Teacher is such a great profession!”

“It’s never the profession that’s great, it’s the individual. There are teachers who don’t do anything.”

"Yes, having a good teacher has a huge impact on students. If Lu Qingfeng's teacher had been perfunctory in his writing competition, he himself might have hesitated. It's hard to say whether his writing would still be so spiritual."

"And the editor. Lu Qingfeng mentioned him before."

"We all know what you mean by Sister Xiaolu."

"It seems that I'm no longer working as an editor. I'm solely responsible for publishing Xiaolu's books."

……

The live broadcast room was filled with heated discussions about Lu Qingfeng's speech, and the protagonist being discussed by everyone had already returned to his seat.

Yang Xiuxiu's eyes were a little red as she welcomed his return.

"Not bad, keep up the good work."

Shen Ruishu took his trophy, looked at it, and gave it back to him.

For this great writer, this small award doesn't mean much.

Lu Qingfeng smiled and gave the trophy to Lao Qian and others to admire again.

The next award is the most promising newcomer of the year, and Lu Qingfeng is also shortlisted. Perhaps because he won one of them, he will be much calmer this time.

It's a pity that I missed him this time.

The award was won by a young writer in his twenties.

"Don't be discouraged, you are already very good."

Yang Xiuxiu comforted him.

Shen Ruishu said.

"There are only a few literary awards, and we generally don't give two to one person. Besides, you're too young. As much as I hate to admit it, seniority-based selection is common in our circle. It's already quite good that we're able to give you an award."

"The main thing is that the quality of your piece 'Mountain Moon' is there, so it's not right to refuse."

Lu Qingfeng is very stable.

"It's okay, I have time, it can wait."

Shen Ruishu was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

That's true. The boy next to me is really too young. Especially when it comes to literary awards, youth means infinite possibilities.

The most important award of the ceremony, the Best Writer of the Year, was won by a writer who wrote about military themes.

At this point, all the awards have been distributed, and then it was time for the symposium.

After an opera performance, five award winners including Lu Qingfeng and several respected writers were invited to the stage, including Shen Ruishu.

A circle of seats has been placed on the stage.

After a round of politeness and humility, several older elders headed by Shen Ruishu sat in the middle, the award winners moved to the side, and Lu Qingfeng sat at the very edge.

"First of all, I would like to ask you teachers a question: What is literature?"

The symposium was hosted by a female host. After briefly introducing the people on the stage, she started the discussion.

"Teacher Shen."

The microphone was given to Shen Ruishu.

The famous writer with a sloppy hairdo took the microphone and looked at his three peers, who gestured for him to speak if he wanted to.

The naughty old man then spoke with a smile.

"When I give lectures at many universities, many students ask this question. They say they learned a lot of theory in school, saying that literature is about romance and love and death, and that reasoning is something correct, right?"

"But the more I learn, the more I struggle to understand what literature is. I think to understand this question, we must first understand the meaning of literature."

"What do you think is the meaning of literature?"

He asked the host in return.

"this?"

The female host was stunned for a moment, but she was quick-witted and spoke immediately.

“It’s because I don’t understand that I want to ask you teachers for help.”