First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 116 Xiong Qi, Hua Guo! (First more)

  All the guests invited by the entire literary museum have arrived.

  The black curtain covers the stage so that no one can see the situation on the stage.

  Time goes by one minute and one second.

   Friends who love literature in front of the TV also locked up ten sets of CCTV art programs early.

  "Tai Mao Liquor will tell you the time, Didi Di...It's three o'clock in the afternoon!"

  Along with the last beep, the TV screen turned, and the stage of the Literature Museum appeared.

  The black curtain on the stage slowly slid to both sides, and the Mao Dun Literature Award ceremony officially began!

  A woman wearing a black robes walked onto the stage, the camera focused on her delicate and smiling face, and the woman slowly said, “Hello everyone, I’m the host Dong Feifei.”

  To be the host of CCTV, which one is not one in a million, Dong Feifei is completely better than Qi Fang of the Poetry Conference in terms of aura or in terms of speech. As for Han Qiuqiu at the annual meeting, it is even more incomparable.

  "In February, the grass grows and the eagles fly, and the spring returns to the earth in March. With the arrival of spring, we have been struggling for four years, and finally ushered in the 27th Mao Dun Literary Award Presentation Conference!

  Dong Feifei’s voice is gentle but majestic, solemn but elegant, and everyone feels the solemn and noble atmosphere of the Mao Dun Literature Award.

  "The Mao Dun Literary Award is the highest literary award in my country. Two nominees are selected every year and one Mao Dun winner is selected every four years."

  "Whether it is the person who won the nomination award or the winner of the Mao award, they are the most pinnacle literary creators in our entire country."

   "Today's award ceremony, it is a great honor for all the writers to be present at the venue, and it is also a great honor for the audience in front of the TV to watch it on time.

  "Next, please invite Mr. Zhang Guoliang, chairman of our writers association, to come on stage and give us a speech."

There was a burst of warm applause below   , and Zhang Guoliang, who was sitting in the center of the first row, stood up and walked slowly onto the stage.

  Host Feifei Dong handed over the microphone to Zhang Guoliang. Zhang Guoliang delivered a three-to-five-minute speech, mainly saying that literature has developed rapidly in recent years, hoping to produce more literary works.

   "We have heard Mr. Zhang Guoliang's prospects and expectations for the future of our country's literature. Then, we will officially enter today's awards session."

   "Our first guest, Mr. Pang Lihai is here!"

  As Dong Feifei’s voice fell, there was a burst of applause from the lower court.

  Backstage walked out a scholar who was wearing hemp clothes, his entire face looked very old, his face was shabby, and his eyes were firm and bright.

  He crouched on his back, but there was a kind smile on his face.

  True great scholars have always been like this. They are rooted at the bottom of society, and their eyes and expressions always reveal a strange tenacity.

  These scholars do not have the high traffic of celebrities, and do not make as much money as celebrities, but each of them has a unique story, a story that can be uplifting or crying.

   "Mr. Pang Lihai, born in the 1960s, joined the army when he was young, and experienced the last war in our country."

   "His "Hung up, Hua Guo!" contains passionate words, expressing the solid conviction and confidence of the soldiers to unite and move forward in battle."

   "And the friendship between Liu Guozi and Zhang Pingzhi in the book is even more touching, and the viewer shed tears."

"The book "Xiongqi, Hua Guo!" was written in the 18th century. Although its sales on the market are only more than 100,000 copies, the outlook for the country and the description of friendship in it are inexhaustible. Moving content."

  Dong Feifei obviously did enough homework. After Mr. Pang Lihai took the stage, she said a lot of introductions.

After the introduction of   , Dong Feifei said with enthusiasm: “Let’s congratulate Mr. Pang Lihai, who won the 23-year Mao Dun Literary Award nomination with the book “Hung up, China!”

  As soon as the voice fell, the applause in the meeting was surging again.

   "Mr. Pang Lihai, on the stage now, can I take the liberty to ask you a few questions?" Dong Feifei asked while looking at Pang Lihai, who was squatting on her back.

   "Really good, ask!" Pang Lihai replied. He didn't even speak the basic Mandarin very clearly, but at this moment, no one would despise him, especially the literary value he brought to the literary world.

  "What was your original intention for writing this book?" Dong Feifei asked.

  "I used to be a soldier. I fought on the border of our country. My brother and I took on a reconnaissance mission and rushed to ambush around the local camp to obtain information."

  "I was only 200 meters away from my brother, but because my brother didn't have a good disguise, his boots showed a corner and was discovered by the enemy, and the enemy shot at that place. My brother, he is dead!"

  Pang Lihai was normal when he first started speaking, but when he said that his brother hadn't disguised himself and showed his shoes, his eyes were instantly blurred.

  Dead, the two words fell, and this old man, who was nearly 70 years old, instantly rolled down the big teardrops in his eyes.

   "My brother told me that his shoes were sewn by his daughter-in-law himself. He can show off. He wears those shoes every day to perform tasks, saying that he is not afraid of having a wife's shelter."

   "But my brother, I still wear it when I go out to perform lurking missions. You say he is stupid or not."

   "The most important thing is, my brother, I haven't seen the victory of Hua Guoli!"

  Pang Lihai's voice was a little hoarse.

  The atmosphere in the entire literary hall was heavy, and many people raised their hands and wiped their tears in silence.

  There are also many elderly people watching programs in front of the TV. There are also many soldiers, including Fang Guokun and Li Dazhu. Almost all of them have a bit of choking in their throats, and water is dripping in their eye sockets.

Even Dong Feifei, who hosted the show, raised her hand and wiped her tears from the corner of her eyes and said, "Mr. Get up, Hua Guo! "I saw the emotions of you and your comrades-in-arms. I believe your brothers will also see the thriving China, which is now standing strong in the world!"

Zhang Guoliang in the center of the first row below    immediately clapped and applauded.

   Immediately afterwards, the whole venue burst into enthusiastic applause.

  Even the vast majority of viewers in front of the TV set their palms across the screen.

"Then, Mr. Zhang Guoliang will give Mr. Pang the nomination for the Mao Dun Literature Award!" Dong Feifei said, Zhang Guoliang in the front row stood up again, then took the medal from the assistant on the side and slowly put it on Pang Lihai's On the neck.

  (End of this chapter)