Author: Song Ming
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Old man Song took out " Siege " from the bookshelf, walked to the backyard under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and sat on a wicker chair. As the setting sun went down, the light gradually dimmed, and his cataracts were already serious, so naturally he couldn't read a book. He was just using the book as a pretender.
The eyes cannot see, but the brain is not idle. He is conceiving a novel again. The title has long been drawn up: "Master Mo's Trip to the Island".
"Wow, this is paradise on earth! It is a place where the spirit can be sued!" The belly draft started with two consecutive sighs, "If I don't come, I would really think I am living in dire straits." Old man Song wandered around. Thinking loosely, couldn't help laughing. He was very satisfied with the complacent description.
There was a fat mouse who was very bold. He crawled out of the small hole in the corner and crawled under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, interrupting the old man Song's Wensi: "It's too shameful!" The old man stomped his foot severely. , The mouse stopped, but did not intend to escape, looking provocatively at Old Man Song. Old man Song was very angry and took off a shoe and slammed it at the mouse.
"Old man, Chairman Wang of the Township Writers Association is here to see you."
"My God!" Old man Song ran with one foot barefoot, picked up his shoes and put them on, and went to the front yard to meet Chairman Wang.
"Chairman Wang, what brought your big drive here? Please come inside."
"Good wind! Good wind knows the season, where is the good news in autumn!"
"Good news? Your good news is mine. Good news?"
"My good news will run towards you? Of course it is your good news!"
"What good news can I have with my unlucky face?"
"This good news is coming. Your "Little Bay" "Legend of the Son" won the silver prize of the local literature contest, and was published by the authoritative publication "Hometown"!"
Old man Song slapped himself: "Am I daydreaming again?"
" This time is definitely not a dream.The editor-in-chief just called me. I want me to get your ID and bank card number, and I'm going to send you the bonus and manuscript fee directly to the card.
"Don't blame me, this is definitely a dream again." "Old man Song didn't believe it at all, "Or let me pay 1,500 yuan in income tax first."
"You don't even believe me?" I pledged by my personality that it is absolutely true this time, and you will never pay income tax. I don't know the exact amount of bonus and contribution fee, but I dare to guarantee that you won't take personal income tax. The writers association has studied, if you really need to hand in, then our writers association will help you. In any case, this is also the glory of our village. We are willing to pay the money.
"I still don't believe it." Maybe after a while I woke up and it was empty again. "Old Man Song said, shaking his head vigorously.
"Good, good. Then I will come back tomorrow. You can't dream day and night. But we can't do it in vain, you have to prepare a banquet. Several leaders of the association and I came to congratulate you. Let you show some blood to prove that you are not a daydream, shouldn't this work?
"One mouth!" I can afford a table of wine and food. It's settled. The table will start on time at 12 noon tomorrow. It's out of date.
two
Today, old man Song deliberately got up early and went to the market to buy a small pick, chicken, fish, meat, eggs, and fashionable vegetables. His grandson would follow along to help him pick and he did not agree. He has not fully believed that this is really true. Reality. If you can go shopping and pick it back, it won’t be a dream.
The burden is really heavy. After all, the old man Song is getting old, and he was sweating and panting after not taking a few steps: "My dear, this time it is. That's a real guy. My old bone is going to fall apart.
Grandson caught up from behind: "Grandpa, I'll do it."
"Why are you here?" Didn't you let you come?
"I don't want to come." Grandma drove me with a pole. As soon as you go out, she asks me to follow quietly behind. Grandma said, let you suffer a bit first, and I will help you pick when you really can't pick it.
"This old lady just wants to see me making a fool of myself." I really can't pick you back if you don't come.
"I believe it is true this time, right?
"I believe it." I still don't believe it in this stinky sweat? "
arrived at home,Chairman Wang has already arrived. Also brought Secretary-General Liu and Director Zhang.
The old man Song was happy: "All the cultural elites in the village are here. My humble house is really brilliant!"
Old Man Song picked up his broom and was about to rush him: "Get out of here! There is nothing wrong with you."
Old Dingtou raised a basket: "Your brother-in-law asked me to send fungus and matsutake. Yes. You don't want me to carry it back."
"I will let you look at your brother-in-law's face. But you have to go to the kitchen and give your sister-in-law to start. Rub hemp is just one more for you."
old Ding Tou obediently helped the kitchen. Old man Song set up the mahjong table.
"Lao Song is really a celebrity now. This Xiaowanzi is the former residence of Song Ming. My village has tourist attractions." Chairman Wang said.
"You are changing the law to urge me to die early." Old man Song beat a chicken.
"I was wrong. That would be Ming Ju, Song Ming Ming Ju."
"Why are you so awkward?" Secretary General Liu said while touching the cards.
"Song Lao's manuscripts are all there," Director Zhang asked.
"Don't worry, they are all here." Old Man Song said.
"I will build a local culture museum in Xiaowanzi in the future. Song Lao's manuscript is the treasure of the town hall."
"The manuscript can only be stored in the cabinet and cannot be displayed one by one. I think you can copy some of them. Hang on the wall." Old Dingtou stepped in.
"Why are you here?" Old Man Song said displeasedly.
"The dishes are basically ready. My sister-in-law told me to ask you to serve it."
"Okay, then eat first. Then rub again." Old man Song pushed the mahjong down, just because his stinky hands didn't touch. Good card.
Three
The dishes piled up on the table are more abundant than the New Year's Eve dinner. There are 12 dishes at the base, and the stewed, roasted, and fried dishes are still to come. Today, Mrs. Song took out all the housekeeping work.
Old man Song took out four bottles of Moutai at once.
"Good fellow, you really do Moutai?" Chairman Wang was overjoyed.
"Fake." Grandson said, "My grandfather filled all the 12 empty Moutai bottles sent by Grandpa Ding into the sorghum of Zhang's old distillery."
"Fake wine? No energy!" Liu Said the secretary-general.
"Don't dare to say that." Old man Song stood up to pour the wine himself, "The authentic sorghum burnt, stuffed with a Moutai bottle, the taste is really different. If you don't believe it, try it."
Director Zhang sips. Smash it: "Eh~ It's really a different taste. If you don't say it, I really didn't drink it. The sorghum burned with the fragrance of Maotai."
"Hahaha, this is called the Xishi effect. As long as it is famous , The value is naturally high." Old Dingtou said.
"We can't just drink like that. Get a show." Chairman Wang said.
"In this way, we each make a poem, and then let Song Lao write it out, and we will hang it on the wall of the Museum of Art in the future." Director Zhang suggested, "It is also a celebrity handwriting."
"Haha," Lao Ding Tou grinned, "People are afraid of going to bed and they are afraid of going to the wall, but the word "Lai" is not completely exposed as soon as he gets on the wall?"
"You can't say that. He is not well-known because he is called Lai, and he has become a celebrity. It's called characteristics. Words are expensive because of characteristics." Secretary-General Liu said.
Old man Song has no confidence in his writing. He said, "Or else. Old Dingtou's characters are good, we two write together, it is called Ermo. If you want to blend together, Lai will be more distinctive. I’m in your light, and you’re in my name. You get what you deserve."
"You bear it! I have only heard of the second king and never heard of the second mo. The second king is the father and son. We are the second mo. Who is older and who is younger?"
"Of course I am older. I am older than you." Old Man Song said.
"Dream, you. Who is the second ink with you!" Old Ding raised his head and toasted a glass of wine.
"Okay, it's joking. I'm just joking. The Municipal Federation of Literary and Art Circles has come to inform that Mr. Song has to go to the city to accept the award in person, and he has to prepare an acceptance speech. All major media will broadcast it live. Song Old. You have to think about your costume. You can't wear a birthday gown to accept the award, can you? This is related to the image problem in my hometown."
"I have ready-made clothes.Old lady, show them my black tuxedo.
"Are you confused again?" The tuxedo is what you dream of. Now it’s not a dream but a real reality. Where does the tuxedo come from?
"It makes no sense." I am the king of the novel kingdom. My dreams can become reality, and reality can disappear in my dreams. I said there must be a black tuxedo. Look for me in the closet!
The grandson stretched his tongue out: "This is a life ruin, my grandfather is really guilty of Alzheimer's disease."
Sunday, September 19, 2021
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