Before Zhang Zhong started uploading "The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood", he suddenly received a message - he had won the award.
What he won this time was not a detective novel award.
The China Youth Literature and Art Award will select one work from the works published last year in March every year to commend the revolutionary and innovative masterpieces of popular literature writers who are active on the front line of creation.
This award was established by China Youth Daily in 2011 to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the founding of the newspaper. As of this year, Zhang Zhong’s work happens to be the tenth work to win the award.
The award-winning works are usually the best-selling works of the previous year. Of course, the criteria for judging awards are not as simple as sales volume, otherwise this award would not have been awarded to "Jieyou Grocery Store".
If you hear that the history of this award is only ten years and you think it is an unimportant award, you would be totally wrong.
Although it has only been held for ten times, the China Youth Literature and Art Award has become the most important popular literature award in China when it was first held.
After all, although there are numerous awards focusing on popular literature, they are generally not well-known. However, the China Youth Literature Award, founded by the China Youth Daily, was not comparable to other awards from the beginning.
The most important thing is that the prize money of this award is as high as three million.
Sometimes, the amount of literature prize money is also an important criterion for measuring the weight of an award.
However, because the bonus was too high, many writers complained.
The China Youth Literature and Art Award has been awarded for nine consecutive times, and the award-winning works in each session are the most popular works at the top of the best-selling list.
Since it is a popular work, the royalties alone are far more than three million, so these three million are not too much for these writers.
Those complaining writers hope that the China Youth Literature and Art Awards will pay more attention to other things and try to award the awards to writers in need of help, so that it can better encourage creation.
In other words, they feel that the China Youth Literature and Art Award can best help poor writers like them.
Of course, the China Youth Literature and Art Awards paid no attention to these people.
Winning this award is definitely a good thing for Zhang Zhong, but now he faces a choice.
Although this award only awards one award, as the highest award for Chinese popular literature, the organizer China Youth Daily will still hold an award ceremony, an award ceremony specially held for one person.
Since there is an award ceremony, he, the winner, must go to receive the award.
The award ceremony will be held in Yanjing.
Zhang Zhong has received the invitation letter and he needs to make a decision.
Then he thought about it carefully and realized that the China Youth Literature and Art Award was actually a good opportunity for him to meet the public.
Before, he planned to ask Provoking Literature to help organize a meeting, but now it seems that as long as he attends the ceremony, the meeting can be saved.
So he finally made the decision to go to Yanjing next weekend to get the award back.
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Zhang Zhong was sitting on the lounge chair, looking at the small tree swaying in the wind opposite. The sunlight filtered through the cracks in the trees, stretching the shadow of the small tree very long.
On the lounge chair next to her, Pengpeng was curled up in the lounge chair holding a blanket, the afterglow of the setting sun dancing between her eyelashes.
Pengpeng is probably having a sweet dream. The smile on her face is brighter than the sun in the west. When she smiles, there will be a small pear dimple on the left side of her face. It was not obvious before. Now the pear dimple gradually takes shape.
Just smile at her and you can see it.
Today is Sunday. Pengpeng's classmates played at his house for a long time and went home in the evening when it was almost time for dinner.
Pengpeng played by himself for a long time and helped take care of a bunch of children. Now he was tired, so he fell asleep at this moment.
However, Zhang Zhong decided to wake her up cruelly, because he knew that if she was allowed to sleep like this, he would be the one who suffered at night.
When she regains her energy, she will immediately turn back into the Peter Pan running around the house.
"Pengpeng, Pengpeng, wake up."
Hearing his father's voice vaguely, Pengpeng frowned in his sleep, then raised his hand to rub his nose, turned over and did not wake up.
Zhang Zhong had no choice but to hold her in his arms and whisper in her ear, "Pengpeng, get up, daddy wants to take you to eat Yanjing roast duck!"
"Yanjing roast duck?" Pengpeng muttered before opening her eyes.
Zhang Zhong was overjoyed, as expected, this trick worked every time.
…
During dinner in the evening, Pengpeng looked around the table and pouted with some disappointment, "Dad, there is no roast duck."
Hu Huifang held her rice bowl and asked curiously, "What is Yanjing roast duck?"
Zhang Chong said with a smile, "I told her before that I would take her to eat Yanjing roast duck. Pengpeng, the Yanjing roast duck here is not delicious. I will take you to Yanjing to eat roast duck next week, okay?"
"Dad, is Yanjing the same Yanjing that has the Forbidden City?"
"Well, Yanjing not only has the Forbidden City, but also many other things, such as the Great Wall, Tiananmen Square, and many, many alleys."
"Hmm, I also know that there is Yenching University. Our teacher said that we should go to Yenching University in the future."
Zhang Zhong looked at Pengpeng with a smile. She was still in kindergarten. She might have heard the teacher talk about Yenching University, but she probably didn't have a specific impression of Yenching University.
Hu Huifang also smiled, "Okay, Pengpeng will go to Yenching University in the future. Your dad didn't get into it back then, so you have to live up to your expectations."
Pengpeng nodded fiercely while holding the bowl, "Grandma, don't worry, I will work hard."
Zhang Zhong listened to the two mothers and grandsons discussing about going to college, and smiled without saying a word. In fact, in China, if you pick up a child on the street and ask him what university he wants to go to, he will basically say Yenching University.
In fact, most primary school students only know about Yenching University.
After eating, Hu Huifang asked Zhang Zhong, "Chongzi, are you really going to take Pengpeng to Yanjing next weekend?"
Zhang Dian nodded: "Well, are you and Dad free? If you are free, let's go together."
"I'm free. Your dad...did you have anything to do in the past? Are you really going to take her to eat Yanjing roast duck?"
"Well, the main purpose is to eat roast duck, and the secondary purpose is to receive a prize."
"Receive the award? What award?"
"Chinese Youth Literary Award, Mom, have you heard of it?"
Hu Huifang was surprised and delighted, "How could I not have heard of this? This year's Youth Literature Award has been announced? Which book is yours?"
Zhang Zhong chuckled and said, "They say it will be announced tomorrow, but the invitation letter has been sent to me. I will go to receive the award next weekend. The winner is "Jieyou Grocery Store"."
Hu Huifang had a real expression on her face, "I knew it was this book. The China Youth Literary Award has never awarded the award to detective novels. In fact, I was thinking about this some time ago. It was among the top 50 best-sellers last year.
There are not a few special books among the titles, and "Jieyou Grocery Store" originally had the greatest hope."
Zhang Zhong was a little surprised and said, "Mom, are you still paying attention to these things?"
"I didn't pay attention before, but now that my son is a great writer, how can I not pay attention?"