Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

Friends who love literature in front of the TV have also locked in CCTV's ten sets of cultural programs early.

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

As the last beep fell, the TV screen turned and the stage of the Literature Museum appeared.

The black curtain on the stage slowly slid open to both sides, and the Mao Dun Literary Award Ceremony officially began!

A woman in a black dress robe stepped onto the stage, and the camera focused on her beautiful smiling face. The woman said slowly, "Hi everyone, I'm Dong Feifei, the host."

Being able to become the host of CCTV, which one is not one in a million, whether it is in terms of aura or speech, Dong Feifei is completely better than Qi Fang at the poetry conference.As for Han Qiuqiu at the annual meeting, he was even more incomparable, he was not at the same level at all.

"In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and in March, spring returns to the earth. With the arrival of spring, we have worked hard for four years, and finally ushered in the No.20 Seventh Mao Dun Literature Award Presentation Ceremony!"

Dong Feifei's voice was gentle but majestic, solemn but elegant. With just one sentence, everyone felt the solemn and noble atmosphere of the Mao Dun Literature Award.

"The Mao Dun Literature Award is the highest literary award in my country. Two nominees are selected every year, and one Mao Award 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 peak literary creators in our entire Huaguo."

"Today's Mao Awards Ceremony, I am very honored that all the writers are present at the venue, and I am also honored that all the audience friends in front of the TV watched on time."

"Next, please invite Mr. Zhang Guoliang, the president of our Writers Association, to come on stage and deliver a speech for us."

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

The host Dong Feifei handed over the microphone to Zhang Guoliang, and Zhang Guoliang delivered a 5-minute speech, mainly saying that literature has developed rapidly in recent years, and he hopes to produce more literary works.

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

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

Following Dong Feifei's words, there was a burst of applause from the lower field.

A scholar in rough linen clothes walked out from the backstage, with a very old face, unshaven beard, and bright eyes.

He hunched his back slightly, but had a kind smile on his face.

This has always been the case with truly great scholars. They are rooted in the bottom of society, and their eyes and expressions always reveal a strange tenacity.

These scholars do not have as much traffic as celebrities, nor do they make as much money as celebrities, but each of them has a unique story, a story that can make people uplifted or cry.

"Mr. Pang Lihai, born in the 20s, joined the army when he was young, and experienced the last war in our country."

"His book "Xiong, Huaguo!" contains passionate words, expressing the firm belief and confidence of the soldiers to unite as one and march forward bravely in battle."

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

"The book "Xiongqi, Huaguo!" was written in the 21th year of the 18st century. Although its sales volume in the market is only more than [-] copies, the prospect of the country and the description of friendship in it are all impressive. moving."

Dong Feifei obviously did enough homework, and after Mr. Pang Lihai took the stage, he said a lot of introductory words.

After the introduction, Dong Feifei said enthusiastically: "Let us congratulate Mr. Pang Lihai, he won the nomination for the Mao Dun Literature Award for 23 years with the book "Xiongqi, Huaguo!"!"

As soon as the voice fell, the venue once again burst into applause, which was very enthusiastic.

"Mr. Pang Lihai, on the stage now, may I take the liberty to ask you a few questions?" Dong Feifei looked at Pang Lihai who was hunched over and asked.

"Well, ask!" Pang Lihai replied, he couldn't even speak basic mandarin very clearly, but at this moment, no one would underestimate him, especially the literary value he brought to the literary world.

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

"I used to be a soldier. Back then, I fought on the border of our country. My brother and I shouldered the reconnaissance mission, rushing to ambush around the local camp to obtain information."

"I was only 200 meters away from my brother at the time, but because my brother didn't disguise well, the corner of his boots was exposed by the enemy, and then the enemy shot at that place. My brother, he is dead!"

Pang Lihai was quite normal when he first started talking, but when he mentioned that his brother was not disguised and showed his shoes, his eyes instantly blurred.

After the word died, this nearly 70-year-old man instantly had big teardrops rolling down his eyes.

"My brother told me that his daughter-in-law sewed his shoes for him. He can show it off. He wears those shoes to perform tasks every day. He said that with his wife's protection, he is not afraid of anything."

"But my brother, you still have to wear it when you go out to carry out lurking missions. Do you think he is stupid?"

"The most important thing is, my brother, he didn't see our victory in Huaguo!"

Pang Lihai's voice was a little hoarse.

The entire venue of the Literature Museum had a heavy atmosphere, and many people raised their hands and silently wiped away their tears.

There were also many old people watching the program in front of the TV, as well as many soldiers, including Fang Guokun and Li Dazhu. Almost all of them had a choked throat and dripping water from their eye sockets.

Even Dong Feifei, who was hosting the show, raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes and said: "Mr. Pang, we have seen it, we not only heard from your words today that you miss your comrades-in-arms, but also from your book "Xiong Arise, Huaguo! "I saw the emotions of you and your comrades-in-arms. I believe your brothers will also see the prosperous Huaguo, the Huaguo that is now standing in the world!"

Zhang Guoliang, who was in the middle of the first row below, immediately clapped.

Immediately afterwards, the whole venue burst into warm applause.

Even the vast majority of the audience in front of the TV clapped their hands across the screen.

"Then next, please invite Mr. Zhang Guoliang to present Mr. Pang with the nomination award 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 neck.

Chapter 117 Su Yuqi: I want a warm home (second update)

Zhang Guoliang slowly put the trophy on Pang Lihai's neck.

After wearing it, Zhang Guoliang, the president of the Writers Association, stood at attention and gave a military salute to Pang Lihai.

And Mr. Pang Lihai also stood upright, although his back was still a little bent, but at the moment of saluting, his body seemed to straighten up.

After the two saluted each other, the awarding of the first nominated award was over, and it took seven to eight minutes.

Immediately afterwards, the second, third...

In a blink of an eye, 10 minutes passed, and Zhang Guoliang had awarded medals to the six players.

"Time flies, the nomination awards for the 21th year of the 25st century in the Chinese calendar have been awarded, and the nomination award ceremony for the 26th year will now begin."

"In the 26th year of the Chinese calendar, the youngest Mao Award nominee was born in our literary history. I think everyone should know who she is even if I don't need to say it."

"That's right, she is Miss Su Yuqi who wrote the book "Life" and was once hailed as the most talented woman in modern times!"

"Next, I invite Miss Su to come on stage."

There was bursts of applause from the audience, gathered by the lights, a woman wearing a red woolen coat and high heels stepped onto the stage from the backstage.

The other winners were either old and vicissitudes like Pang Lihai, or they had a simple aura about them.