Chapter 314

Li Qingxian smiled and nodded: "Thank you Chairman Liao for your kindness. If you hadn't brought me here today, I wouldn't have been able to get this calligraphy."

"Moreover, I think if President Liao gets it, he will definitely hold it in his hands and treasure it a hundred times longer."

Liao Tingzuo said excitedly: "Need I say this? Li Qingxian, don't worry, when I get this calligraphy, I will keep it like a treasure and treat it as a family heirloom!"

At this moment, Liao Tingzuo suddenly felt that it was a wise decision for him to bring Li Qingxian here.

There are not many ideals in his life.

This is one of Mr. Wang Tuzhi's works.

Who would have thought that it would come true today.

Seeing this scene, the calligraphers all looked at Liao Tingzuo with jealous eyes.

"President Liao, you are so amazing."

"It's really enviable to be able to get a famous painting."

“I hope to come and see more of this next time I come to see Dean Liao.”

Liao Tingzuo couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Haha, don't worry, don't worry, don't worry..."

……

Thirty minutes later.

The calligraphy and painting appreciation meeting thus kicked off.

Everyone came to the exhibition hall from the lobby.

However, Liao Tingzuo had no interest at all.

Compared with other famous calligraphers, what does his calligraphy amount to?
During the whole process, Liao Tingzuo sat quietly at the desk until the line of words was completely dry.

Then he asked someone to pack up the calligraphy and took it back personally.

Li Qingxian, on the other hand, was going to follow the vice chairman Zhong Hua.

Zhong Hua sighed and said, "You are really generous. This painting belongs to Wang Tuzhi."

Li Qingxian smiled happily: "Why should I feel bad? I don't really like to eat it, and it would be a burden if I kept it."

"It's so annoying."

Zhong Hua couldn't help but curl his lips.

Is this still what people say?
Do you know that several people have tried their best but failed to acquire teacher Wang Tuzhi’s calligraphy?
He suppressed the urge to beat him up and followed Li Qingxian around the exhibition hall.

"This was written by Li Guangyuan, the last chairman of the Calligraphy Association. It was written by Master Li Guangyuan."

"This was written by Mr. Deng Zhiqing."

"This..." He took a look and was a little bit unbelieving.

Zhong Hua explained some of the calligraphy works on the wall to everyone along the way.

"Chairman Zhong, have you also joined this society?" Li Qingxian asked doubtfully.

Zhong Hua heard this and shook his head, looking bitter: "Do you think anyone can join us? If you don't have some basic skills, you won't be accepted by our calligraphy association."

"Oh..." Li Qingxian nodded: "So, what you mean is that you are not talented enough, so you were rejected?"

"..."

Zhong Hua was startled, and then he felt choked, and he felt a dull pain in his heart.

You know it yourself, why do you need to tell me?

This is clearly a big shrimp, a big shrimp, and a little pig!
He looked embarrassed and turned to ask, "Are you always so outspoken?"

Li Qingxian chuckled: "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."

In other words, people like Chairman Liao who participate in both calligraphy and painting and poetry clubs are eligible to participate.

One is the vice president and the other is the president.

It's simply a monster among monsters!
"It's just that I'm a little confused. You haven't participated in the 'Calligraphy and Painting Association', so why are you so familiar with it?" Li Qingxian changed the subject.

Zhong Hua looked around, full of envy: "Isn't this nonsense? I love you."

……

This calligraphy appreciation event has three parts.

One: Watch.

2: Appreciation.

Three: Practice.

4: Recruiting disciples.

The first step is to visit.

At this time, Li Qingxian and others were doing the same thing.

The second step is appreciation.

There are a few questions on the stands.

The organizers displayed a set of calligraphy works that were not included in the list for members' reference.

In the end, whoever can identify the owner of the painting will win.

The winner will receive a mysterious prize from the organizer.

The third step is practice.

In fact, this process is synchronized with the fourth process.

All members of the calligraphy club are required to participate.

Every member has to write a piece of calligraphy on a piece of rice paper.

Along the way.

At that time, the chairman of the Calligraphers Association and teacher Wang Tuzhi will observe the whole process on stage.

If they come across someone who impresses them, they will directly accept the person as their disciple.

It was at this stage that Liao Tingzuo was accepted as a disciple by Wang Tuzhi.

It is not an exaggeration at all to be the disciple of the chairman of the Calligraphy Society and the disciple of Wang Tuzhi.

This is what these people have dreamed of all their lives!
Therefore, before this competition, everyone was working hard to practice their handwriting.

The purpose is to show your best at this time.

"President Zhong, you are about to join this club, why don't you give it a try?" Li Qingxian became interested immediately after hearing this.

The third part is practice, and you can participate even if you are not a member.

If during this period, his talent in calligraphy was discovered.

You can be accepted as a member.

Zhong Hua laughed, "I wanted to try it before, but after a few attempts, I only got one conclusion: my aptitude is not good enough."

Li Qingxian spread his hands, looking speechless.

Now that I've tried it, it doesn't work.

Innate differences cannot be compensated by acquired diligence.

This is the case.

……

This walk took more than an hour.

Li Qingxian felt a little tired, so he went to the appreciation area with Zhonghua.

At this time, a large group of people were gathering together to answer this question.

Zhong Hua smiled, then looked at Lin Feng and asked, "Do you want to play?"

Li Qingxian shook his head and refused: "No, I don't know him either."

Zhong Hua nodded immediately after hearing what Ye Mo said, "Okay, I'll be there right away."

After saying that, Zhong Hua immediately went to sign up.

This Zhong Hua does have some abilities.

His calligraphy skills are not very high, but he has a lot of knowledge in this area.

He only knew three people.

But as soon as Zhonghua arrived, there was chaos.

"This is Li Zilai's handwriting." Ye Qingyu took a look and said.

"Master Wang Tuzhi, you can tell at first glance that this painting is real."

"Isn't that nonsense? It must have come from Teacher Meng Jiaer."

Anyone who can write these three big words easily is definitely not simple.

This scene made the audience and the person who asked the question all look puzzled.

Zhong Hua took his reward and left satisfied.

Li Qingxian happily congratulated him, "Chairman Zhong, you are really good. I didn't expect that your handwriting is not that good, but you have a good taste."

When Zhong Hua heard this, his expression suddenly changed and the smile on his face was gone.

"Hey, Li Qingxian, why didn't I know you had such a sharp tongue before?" Zhong Hua said helplessly.

Isn't he just showing off in front of so many members of the calligraphy association?

I also successfully received a gift.

Why am I not happy at all when I hear such words from you?
Li Qingxian said happily: "How could that be, I was just praising you."

Zhong Hua was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly had an incredible expression: "Are you going to settle accounts with me? Last time during the Mid-Autumn Festival, I competed with you in couplets, and you embarrassed me?"

"Of course not." Li Qingxian shook his head. "Do you think I'm a narrow-minded person?"

He could confirm it from Li Qingxian's expression.

Li Qingxian, this damn girl, is deliberately looking for trouble!

But why, after so many years, this guy can still remember it?

This is too much of a vengeance!
He made up his mind.

No matter what happens, he must not offend Li Qingxian.

This guy's desire for revenge is really terrible!

……

Walk out of the appreciation area.

Under the guidance of Zhong Hua, Li Qingxian came to a restaurant specially prepared for her and started eating.

During this process, he met Wang Tuzhi and a middle-aged man who was traveling with Wang Tuzhi.

Zhong Hua introduced them to everyone, "This is Shen Sixun, the owner of our calligraphy museum."

Although Shen Sixun is the chairman of this calligraphy research association.

But when the two walked side by side, he could clearly feel Shen Sixun's cautiousness.

Obviously, from the perspective of the calligraphy world, this is a very remarkable thing.

Wang Tuzhi's position is higher than Shen Sixun's.

"They are walking towards the exhibition hall. Are they going to carry out the next screening?" Li Qingxian asked in return.

Zhong Hua shook his head: "I don't know yet, but I think he will be back soon."

"Oh..." Li Qingxian hummed and stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth.

To be honest, he was not very interested in this calligraphy competition.

But he came anyway, for only two reasons.

1. Expand your social circle.

Second, broaden your horizons.

And now, he has completed his mission.

Although I am not very familiar with him, I have seen big figures like Wang Tu.

We also chatted for a while.

I have also witnessed his calligraphy and painting performances in front of Wang Tuzhi.

Now, he couldn't even brag to others.

This is an opportunity to show off.

We had some snacks and refreshments.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Damn! Go quickly, I might be noticed by Teacher Wang Tuzhi!"

As soon as the man opened his mouth, everyone in the restaurant rushed out.

Li Qingxian touched his belly and said, "Now that it's filled, let's continue watching the movie."

Zhong Hua reminded them again, "When we get to the venue, don't make any noise. When we practice calligraphy, there must be absolute silence.

Li Qingxian waved his hand nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

……

The two walked into the main hall.

At this time, the entire hall was cleaned up, and more than two hundred tables were placed here.

Everyone sat quietly behind a wooden table, waiting for the people below to speak.

Shen Sixun looked down and said, "Where is Liao Tingzuo? Why is he nowhere to be seen?"

Someone answered, "I guess Chairman Liao himself wrote the calligraphy for you after he came back."

Shen Sixun looked puzzled: "Send a letter?"

The people below quickly gave a brief explanation.

Shen Sixun stared at the young man below with some disbelief.

This person actually looks down on Wang Tuzhi's calligraphy works?
And gave it to Liao Tingzuo?

Is he stupid?
Shen Sixun sighed, "Forget it. Liao Tingzuo is gone anyway, Zhonghua, you can take his place. The flour has already been ground, so don't waste it."

When Zhong Hua heard this, he quickly shook his head: "Dean Shen, I can't do this. Isn't this a waste of effort?"

Shen Sixun frowned and said, "How can that be possible? Besides, you have been involved in this for many years. You can give it one more try, right?"

Li Qingxian who was standing by let out a soft “puff” sound.

Zhong Hua's face turned green: "Oh my God! President Shen, I need to go to the bathroom. We'll talk later."

"You..." He was stunned.

Before Shen Sixun could speak, Zhong Hua had disappeared.

The scene is a little weird.

Shen Sixun looked at Li Qingxian beside him hesitantly and said, "Why don't you come?"

Let me take action?

Li Qingxian looked confused: "Are you sure?"

He could guarantee that he would never do that.

However, the development of things is so incredible!
He was doing fine, so why suddenly ask him to practice calligraphy?
Shen Sixun said impatiently: "Do you even need to ask this? Come on, even if you don't know how to do it, you can still write a paper on your phone."

"Okay." Li Qingxian said reluctantly.

However, at this moment, Li Qingxian nodded.

Zhong Hua rushed over, obviously wanting to rescue Ye Mo.

"Haha, Xiao Li, well done, well done. I have confidence in you."

Li Qingxian glanced at Zhong Hua.

Zhong Hua's face changed, and his expression, which originally had a hint of smile, instantly turned ugly.

I rely on!

He almost forgot that this guy is a vindictive person!

Li Qingxian stepped forward.

Shen Sixun said: "Now, the eighth Beijing calligraphy and painting appreciation competition and calligraphy practice competition officially begins!"

The voice just fell.

More than a hundred members rolled up their sleeves, dipped their hands in ink, and began to write slowly.

Shen Sixun and Wang Tuzhi came down from the stage and started watching one by one.

"Yes, Xiao Liu's writing has improved a lot. He must have put in a lot of effort."

"Xiao Wang, you seem to have become very strange. Your stomach is swollen. You must be eating at home often."

"Lao Lin, what are you making up? Can't you even write?"

Read on.

Wang Tuzhi and Shen Sixun couldn't help but frown.

what's the situation?
Why has the handwriting level of this year’s members declined?

When the two came to Li Qingxian.

Both of them were stunned.

Shen Sixun asked doubtfully: "Young man, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and start writing!"

A few minutes later, there was still a piece of white paper in front of Li Qingxian.

The brush in his hand, however, did not move at all.

Li Qingxian replied: "Well, I was just thinking about how to say it."

Shen Sixun was speechless for a while: "Is this even worth considering? What's important is not your words, but your words."

“Could it be because I don’t have my own ideas, rather than my own thoughts?” Li Qingxian asked back.

"Hi." Shen Sixun looked frustrated: "Are you writing with emotion?"

But Wang Tuzhi raised his hand to stop him from continuing: "Think about it carefully, and we won't bother you anymore."

Shen Sixun: “…”

What on earth is Lord Wang Tuzhi doing?

The two stood silently beside Li Qingxian, waiting for him to put pen to paper.

Shen Sixun opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopped.

But looking at Wang Tuzhi's gaze, he didn't say much, just looked in the direction he followed.

At this moment, Li Qingxian, who had been struggling, suddenly took action.

He had just been thinking whether he should say something.

The reason he did this was because he got the title of "Master of Calligraphy".

He knew very well that a person's handwriting was closely related to his mood.

If you want to make people feel that you are dominant, you must have a domineering aura.

If a person wants to use a gentle brush, he must put away his pride and arrogance.

When a person is in a bad mood, his handwriting will become very different.

Li Qingxian calmed down and picked up his brush to paint.

"One umbrella, one person."

"Wandering through the long years."

“There was no one in the rainy alley.

"hope so."

"lilac."

"A melancholy girl."

At the beginning.

Shen Sixun did not take Li Qingxian very seriously.

He just wants to finish it quickly and then find the next person.

However, at this moment, he suddenly discovered that Li Qingxian was writing a word.

His expression suddenly turned ugly!
The moment Li Qingxian picked up the pen, his temperament suddenly changed drastically.

Shen Sixun always had a feeling that Li Qingxian and Wang Tuzhi were somewhat similar!
What is this concept?
Li Qingxian seemed to have reached an invincible state.

His voice was very soft and gentle.

Pick up the brush, dip it in ink, and take small steps.

They all have a strong bookish atmosphere.

Zhong Hua was shocked!

This posture is exactly the same as the one that Teacher Wang Tuzhi used just now!

A look of shock appeared on Wang Tuzhi's face.

But the next second, a look of surprise appeared on his face!

This time, Li Qingxian wrote in regular script.

Each Chinese character is square and straight.

It's like a role model.

The blending of brush and ink, every stroke, every pick, every sweep, every peck, are so perfect!
"How could this be?"

Shen Sixun was so shocked that he was speechless.

He really wanted to say, No way!

How old is Li Qingxian to have such great calligraphy skills?

Wang Tuzhi winked at him, signaling him not to speak.

He had no choice but to shut up.

The two followed Li Qingxian.

A few people who had completed their tasks also came over.

Then, they were stunned.

Is this the work of that boy?

Are you kidding me?
Especially those students who have practiced calligraphy for several years and have only just barely touched the threshold.

He almost collapsed!
Li Qingxian continued to speak.

"She does"

"lilac."

“It smells like cloves.”

“Sorrow is like lilac.”

"Crying in the rain."

"Sad and confused."

"Wandering in the lonely rainy alley."

"an umbrella."

"Like me" a voice came out of his mouth. "Like me..."

The sound of "walking silently" seems to be calling for something.

"Cold, sad, melancholy."

Li Qingxian didn't look at the surrounding environment.

His eyes were fixed on the piece of paper in front of him.

This time, what he composed was a modern poem from Blue Planet, "Rainy Alley".

It is not an exaggeration to say that the lilac girl in "Rainy Alley" accompanied him throughout his entire era. She is the most beautiful love in the hearts of countless junior high school girls.

He didn't speak during the whole process.

The pen in his hand seemed to be one with him.

According to his will, every time he waved his hand, it was as if he had recreated a new world!
"Walk through all the rainy alleys."

"In the drizzle,"

"Wash her face clean"

"Blow her scent away."

"Disappeared, even she..."

“Like a breath.”

"As melancholy as lilacs."

"One umbrella, one person."

"Wandering through the long years."

"There's a person in the rainy alley."

“I hope I can float over.”

"lilac."

"A melancholy girl."

"Old Dai..." His voice was very soft.

After writing a few words, Li Qingxian sighed and slowly put down the pen.

He looked up and was stunned.

"These two guys."

At this time, there were already people standing around him.

Many people have started shooting videos with their mobile phones!
Li Qingxian hasn't spoken yet.

Shen Sixun looked very excited and took a step forward: "Li Qingxian, no, Mr. Li, please, let me let you join our calligraphy association in Beijing!"

It has been more than twenty years since he joined the Beijing Calligraphy and Painting Society.

However, Shen Sixun had never seen anyone so young with such beautiful handwriting!

Even Wang Tuzhi can't do it.

Li Qingxian was confused and hesitated to speak: "This..."

Shen Sixun was really afraid that he would not agree, so he quickly said, "Don't worry, our calligraphy association is free and does not charge any money."

"After the association is established, there will be some occasional calligraphy and painting exchange activities."

"If you want to go, go. If you don't want to go, don't go."

When everyone heard this, their faces turned strange.

When they first joined the guild, they had never heard such words.

However, this is not an easy task.

such as:

If you want to become a member of this organization, you must have certain achievements before you can enter.

In addition, they also need to participate in similar clubs from time to time.

If you are absent for a long time, you will be disqualified from the club.

What's more, even if you complete these requirements.

You know, this is a very long approval process.

If your message doesn't go through.

So, you have to wait a year before you can resubmit.

They have gone through countless hardships and finally reached this point.

Why did it change to this?

In fact, they all knew the reason.

Li Qingxian originally planned to refuse.

But since Chairman Shen Sixun had said so, he really couldn't find an excuse to object.

As soon as Li Qingxian agreed, Shen Sixun ran out to register him as a member.

Wang Tuzhi glared at him, walked up to him, and said, "Little brother, may I ask you, how many years have you been learning this calligraphy?"

"Well, I practiced it when I was in junior high school, but I didn't practice it much. I just practiced it occasionally." Li Qingxian said expressionlessly.

Wang Tuzhi listened and nodded, with an appreciative look on his face: "Your foundation is very good, but your brushwork is still a little lacking."

"I guess it's because you seldom hold a pen."

After these words were spoken, everyone in the Calligraphy Association felt embarrassed.

Others who have not picked up a brush for a long time will make comments like this: it lacks a bit of charm.

And when I haven't picked up a pen for a long time.

At most, you can just curse: This is a piece of shit!

That's the difference!
Li Qingxian looked at Wang Tuzhi in surprise: "Are you going to treat me as your apprentice?"

Li Qingxian felt that he could understand becoming a disciple of someone like Wang Tuzhi.

You know, Wang Tuzhi is also one of the best in calligraphy.

Even though he had inherited the systematic master-level calligraphy and painting skills, he was not completely sure that he could surpass Wang Tuzhi.

Wang Tuzhi sighed lightly, shook his head, and said: "Your future prospects are limitless. I don't have much to teach you anymore."

"In that case, I am not worthy to be your disciple."

This sentence made the calligraphy association members present couldn't help but exclaim!
"Damn it! Lord Wang Tuzhi actually said that I am not worthy of being his disciple?"

"Am I hallucinating?"

"Who on earth is this Li?"

"Anyway, he has reached the pinnacle of calligraphy."

“Compared to us, it’s far behind.”

Li Qingxian quickly spoke up, "You are exaggerating. Compared to you, I am just like an ant standing on a mountain, so far away that I cannot reach you."

"Haha." Nodding, Wang Tuzhi smiled and said, "Although ants are tiny, they are extremely strong and brave. It only takes a few minutes for them to cross the mountain, right?"

"Oh, no, no." Li Qingxian said.

This is no longer a question of whether or not it is acceptable.

But Wang Tuzhi believed that the young man named Li Qingxian could definitely do it.

He did not dwell on the matter any further, but instead walked over to the lilac flowers he had just painted.

Wang Tuzhi asked again: "What is the name of this word?"

"Rainy Alley." Li Qingxian replied.

“Hmm…” Wang Tianzhi nodded and praised: “This poem “Rainy Alley” is really a good one.”

He almost forgot how long it had been since he had praised a work of art so sincerely.

It all started from his childhood.

Li Qingxian quickly said: "If you are satisfied, I will present this calligraphy to you."

When Wang Tuzhi heard this, a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Angel thought for a moment and said, "I'm not interested in collecting items, but if you want, I can auction it."

“I will try my best to sell it for what it deserves.”

Among calligraphy and painting, the most valuable thing is undoubtedly money.

This sentence sounds vulgar.

But how can anyone be extraordinary when living in this world?
Li Qingxian nodded and said, "Thank you."

……

About 20 minutes passed.

Shen Sixun helped Li Qingxian complete the process of joining the club.

This is probably the least used one since the establishment of their calligraphy association.

However, Li Qingxian never expected this.

Before he could thank Dean Shen, Liao Tingzuo rushed over.

As he walked out, he complained, "Where is Li Qingxian? Where is Li Qingxian?" someone asked.

Li Qingxian was immediately confused, "Chairman Liao, I'm here."

Seeing Li Qingxian waving at him, Liao Tingzuo immediately walked up to him.

It turned out that Liao Tingzuo was at home, admiring Mr. Wang Tuzhi's calligraphy.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Hua suddenly sent a message.

I briefly recounted the situation just now.

Even Li Qingxian's "Rainy Alley" was sent to him.

As can be seen from the picture, Li Qingxian is holding a piece of paper and a calligraphy brush.

Liao Tingzuo finally couldn't bear it anymore.

After more than twenty minutes, he arrived.

He looked disappointed, "Didn't you tell me you know nothing about calligraphy?"

He pointed to Rain Alley and said, "Is this what you meant by never?"

Li Qingxian heard: "..."

He really wanted to say that he knew nothing about this before getting off the bus!
However, as soon as he got off the car, he saw a new task.

how to say?

Better to come than to come.

He really had no intention of showing his face here.

But sometimes, things are always so coincidental.

On the way back.

Liao Tingzuo looked back from time to time as he walked.

There was a deep reluctance in his eyes.

Even though what he got was the original work of Mr. Wang Tuzhi.

But Li Qingxian's calligraphy is not inferior to his master's at all!

Moreover, Li Qingxian is still so young?
Even for Wang Tuzhi, it is impossible to achieve such high achievements in calligraphy at the age of only twenty!

When Li Qingxian reaches the same age as Mr. Wang Tuzhi, what level will he be at?
By then, the collection value of "Rainy Alley" will be unimaginable to anyone!
After sending Li Qingxian away.

Liao Tingzuo suddenly said this.

"Lao Zhong, what do you think of Li Qingxian?"

Zhong Hua thought for a moment and said:
"A rising star and a hope for the future."

The four big words "the future of literature" made Liao Tingzuo stop.

The Internet has now developed to a new level.

And literature gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

In the eyes of most people, playing chess, music, calligraphy, etc. is not as interesting as playing computer games.

There is a person who speaks ancient Chinese.

But online, millions of people are discussing this topic.

A popular online meme can get hundreds of likes in a short period of time.

However, there was a person who spoke ancient Chinese.

Many times, many people regard it as a kind of literary youth.

They also remembered something Wang Tuzhi once said.

A new century is coming, and this new century is about to begin.

As it turned out, he was right.

They were powerless to save the situation.

However, Li Qingxian's arrival rekindled a glimmer of hope for everyone.

……

Day two.

When Li Qingxian got up in the morning, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number.

He pressed the answer button and a very formal voice came from the other end.

"Hello, Mr. Li Qingxian, I am a staff member of the Luda Literary Association. I wonder if you can answer my call?"

"Winner of the Ruda Literary Award?"

Li Qingxian: “???”

Could it be this year’s Lu Xun Literature Prize?

"I'm free, what's wrong?"

"Well, before we tell you this news, let us first confirm one thing with you. The novel "Fortress Besieged" was written by you. Do you also have the copyright?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"Well, Li Qingxian, congratulations! Your novel "Fortress Besieged" has been shortlisted for this year's Luda Literary Award - Novel Award."

"Please tell us your receiving location and we will mail you a recommendation certificate and an invitation letter."

"..."

Li Qingxian was stunned.

He was actually nominated for the Ruda Literary Award!
He immediately gave his address.

With that, the call ended.

Li Qingxian took a deep breath, walked to the computer and began searching for information about the "Luda ​​Literature Award".

Seeing this, I was shocked.

This is simply the Lu Xun Literature Award!
The Ruda Literary Award is the highest honor in the literary world.

No one can beat it.

A Luda Award is the ultimate pursuit of every scholar's life.

Li Qingxian suddenly realized that Luda's literature was something very important.

So, will there be such a reward in the system's rewards?
However, the system gave this answer.

"none."

Li Qingxian asked in confusion, "Why do others have interfaces but I don't? Also, why don't you let me see your interface?"

“What I want is achievement.”

In this way, he can formulate corresponding strategies.

However, the voice of the system sounded in his mind.

【Not redeemable.】

【An error message occurred.】

【mistake……】

Li Qingxian: “…”

It seems that there are still some problems with my system.

But he didn't care.

Anyway, with this thing, I can still live a comfortable life.

With this system, he has a powerful helper.

That's it.

……

In Liao Tingzuo's villa.

Liao Tingzuo just got up from the bed and ate while reading the newspaper.

At this time, Li Qingxian called.

He casually pressed the answer button.

"I'm eating, please wait a moment."

But the next moment.

"Bang!" What happened? ? Your novel "Fortress Besieged" was shortlisted for the Luda Literary Award?"

"Are you from the government? Wait here, I'll be there soon!"

Liao Tingzuo hung up the phone, put the milk in his hand on the table, changed into clean clothes, and was about to go out.

The wife looked at the table and asked: "Why don't you clean up the spitted milk?"

"Uh..." Liao Tingzuo said with some embarrassment: "Please accept it, I have something urgent to do."

His wife picked up a tissue from the table and said, "Okay, deduct 200 yuan from me for your living expenses this month."

"Hiss!!" Hearing this, Liao Tingzuo was shocked, "Let me go! Stop! Leave it to me!"

Wife: “…”

All in all I make is just over 500 yuan a month.

If another 200 yuan is deducted, I won’t have anything to eat!
……

Do it all.

Liao Tingzuo ran out quickly.

In fact, given his age, it is difficult for anything to make him so panicked.

The Ruda Literature Prize happens to fall into this category.

During his lifetime, he was nominated for a total of eight Ruda Literary Awards.

For awards like the Mao Dun Literature Prize and the Lao He Literature Prize, he received more than a dozen nominations.

However, he has not won the Ruda Award so far.

Everyone has seen the popularity of "The Fortress Besieged" this year.

Therefore, he was not surprised at all that "The Fortress Besieged" was shortlisted.

What confused him was that Li Qingxian was shortlisted, so why did the staff specifically tell him about it?
You know, if you are just selected, no one will tell you!
Previously, he had been given eight places, but no one had ever told him.

…………Li Qingxian’s residence.

Li Qingxian was a little surprised: "You haven't eaten yet? Isn't that too fast?"

Liao Tingzuo snorted, "Didn't you say you were shortlisted for the Luda Literary Award? How can I have the heart to eat now?"

However, when he walked into the room and sat down.

Soon, there was knock on the door again.

Li Qingxian stood up and opened the door.

This person is Zhong Hua.

As soon as Zhong Hua saw Li Qingxian, his face was full of smiles: "Hehehe, Xiao Li has been shortlisted for the Luda Literature Award, it's really cause for celebration!"

Li Qingxian was overjoyed. "President Zhong, why are you here? Did President Liao tell you?"

"Yes." Zhong Hua smiled slightly: "As a vice president of this major event, I have the right to know some things."

The two walked in.

Liao Tingzuo sighed, "I guess you are the youngest person in history to be nominated by Luda Literature."

Zhong Hua also nodded: "What a pity, this time it's not poetry that was shortlisted, but a novel. Otherwise, our Beijing Poetry Association would have been popular for a while."

"Haha, novels, Luda literature, what's there to regret?" Liao Tingzuo laughed.

On the side, Li Qingxian said curiously, "President Liao, I was just nominated. You said that as if I was going to win the award soon."

He had already investigated it.

The Luda Literary Award is awarded every four years, and there are more than fifty nominees for novels alone.

But in the end, only five people received the award.

Liao Tingzuo, Zhong Hua and others exchanged glances and spoke one after another.

"If you are just shortlisted, the Ruda Literary Prize will not call you."

"Of course, it could also be the 'seeds' they are optimistic about."

“The Ruda Literature Jury usually selects six people from the shortlist and then enters as seeded contestants.”

"In other words, if a staff member sends you a letter of recommendation, you have at least an 80 percent chance of getting the award."

Li Qingxian was confused after hearing this.

It turns out that this is just a simple game, but there are so many details involved.

Zhong Hua continued, "Also, your book was very popular some time ago and had a great influence, which everyone has seen."

"So, you have definitely won this award."

Li Qingxian nodded and asked again: "So, what should I do now?"

"What?" Liao Tingzuo smiled. "I'm giving my own award speech, right?"

……

at night.

Li Qingxian locked himself in his bedroom, thinking about how to give his acceptance speech.

What does the award speech usually look like?
Isn't it just a compliment to the parents, mentors, and judges?

However, he had no parents and no close teachers.

So, he just walked up to the stage and thanked the judges?

"No, that's too tacky."

Li Qingxian quickly shook his head like a rattle.

Li Qingxian spent two days on this speech and finally finished writing it.

(End of this chapter)