First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 87 Settlement after Autumn

   "I killed you little bastard!!!"

  Li Dazhu raised his hand and hit Li Ang on the head, Fang Guokun took his hand for the first time, so as to avoid staged this farce.

  Li Dazhu took a few deep breaths, and his excitement gradually calmed down.

   "Director Liu, please come in." Li Dazhu made a gesture of asking, and then greeted Liu Chuang and the others sitting on the sofa.

  After a few people sat down, Li Dazhu straightened his face to Li An: "Burn tea!"

  Li Ann curled his mouth, but still turned on the water boiler, then washed the cups in the house one by one, put tea leaves in front of a few people.

   After the water boiled, Ang Lee poured them one by one, and then moved a small stool to sit down.

   Before Li An’s **** was against the stool, Li Dazhu’s cold voice immediately greeted him: "Sit you!?"

   "Okay, don't sit down." The twenty-six-year-old elder Li Ang kicked off the stool and stood there helplessly.

  When the hospital visited Li Dazhu a month ago, Li Dazhu was sick like a child; now Li Dazhu comes back, Li An who has done something wrong looks like a child.

  Liu Chuang could not laugh or cry while watching, he quickly said: "Sit down, Xiaoan, sit down!"

Li Dazhu said next to him: "Chairman Liu, you said that this kid in my family is not obedient, and he didn't tell me about such a big thing and kept my father from me. What did he take me to? Just let him stand. Punish him."

  Liu Chuang looked helpless: "After all, Xiao An is the winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award, so letting him stand is a bit disrespectful."

   "Don't say that he is the winner of the Mao Dun Literature Award, even if he is the Heavenly King Laozi, he is still my son!" Li Dazhu said serenely, not knowing whether he was proud or proud.

  That being said, Li Dazhu couldn’t refute President Liu Chuang’s face. He glanced at Li Ang: "Okay, you can sit there."

   "I still stand here." Li Ann replied.

  The most inexplicable now is Lu Liang next to him.

When Lu Liang heard the words of the bright-eyed old man on the sofa, his pair of small eyes widened and widened: "What? That one, I can't react to that, Lao Li, ah no, Li An, he got it. Mao Dun Literature Award!?"

"Yes! You don’t know yet? Your friend Li An is called An Zhi Ruosu. He is the number one poet in modern history. His just-published book "The Ordinary World" is in our 20th century. Under the election of a number of judges, they won the twenty-seventh Mao Dun Literature Award three months later." Liu Chuang said, and then an apologetic smile appeared on his kind face: "Oh, yes. I forgot to introduce myself."

   "My name is Liu Chuang, the honorary chairman of the Jingzhou Writers Association, and one of the 20 judges of the Mao Dun Literature Award."

  Next, Liu Chuang once again explained the whole process of An Zhi Ruo Su's award.

  After finishing speaking, Liu Chuang looked at An Zhiruosu standing there and exclaimed:

   "I thought An Zhi Ruo Su would be a half-old man who was at least 50 years old, but I never expected that An Zhi Ruo Su was a young man in his twenties!"

  "Heroes come out of boys, really heroes come out of boys!"

   "He has made so many catchy classic poems, and even wrote poems like "When will the moon be there" and "Deng Gao". Just relying on Naan Zhiruosu's poems, he can be called the first modern poet!"

   "The most unexpected thing is that he is not only excellent in poetry, but also in his novels. He actually wrote such a direct and shocking "Ordinary World"."

  Liu Chuang has just finished talking here, and Lu Liang is already having trouble breathing.

Lu Liang clutched his chest and looked at Ang Lee: "Lao Li, Lao Li, your wife is so awesome! I thought you would win the next prize, but I didn’t expect your book to be released before it was released. Mao Prize in three months."

  While talking, Lu Liang thought in his heart: Su Yuqi? Su Yuqi is a fart! She is not fart in front of Lao Li.

After talking about the ins and outs, Liu Chuang asked Li Ang: "Three months later, on the eighth day of March, the 27th Mao Dun Literature Award will be presented at the Jingzhou Literature Museum. Here, I sincerely invite you to participate in the award ceremony. The prize money and trophies have been prepared for you."

   Faced with the invitation of the president of the Jingzhou Writers Association, Li Ang did not immediately answer, but asked: "Will the nominees of the Mao Dun Literature Award go to the ceremony?"

  Liu Chuang replied: "Of course! It is also a great honor to be nominated for the Mao Dun Literature Award, and we also awarded them trophies."

  After hearing this answer, Li Ang shook his head: "Can I refuse?"

The six characters    made everyone present suddenly stand up.

  Mao Dun Literature Award! The top and highest award in the domestic literary world, you actually said, "Can I refuse!" ? ’

  As a brother Lu Liang, he knows Li Ang very well, so when he heard this, Lu Liang asked: "Old Li, are you afraid to see Su Yuqi?"

  Li An glanced at Lu Liang, frowning slightly, and beckoning Lu Liang to stop talking.

  As an outsider, Liu Chuang, the president of the Jingzhou Writers Association, was a little strange. He asked: "Su Yuqi? Are you talking about Su Yuqi, the author of "Life"?"

   "That's also a good seedling, and the written "Life" is also okay. I have a lot of feelings after reading it."

   "But why is Xiao An afraid to see Su Yuqi? That should be a very gentle girl."

  Liu Chuang didn’t understand the situation, but as his father, Li Dazhu understood the reason for the first time.

  This kid, I am afraid that he dare not face the divorced ex-wife.

  Thinking of this, Li Dazhu directly shouted with a sharp face: "Ang Lee, you won the Mao Dun Literature Award, the top award in the entire Chinese literature world! You have no reason to be afraid of anyone."

   "I don't know what is going on among you, but today, your dad, I will put the words here. You must participate in the Mao Dun Literature Award!"

   "And the glory and glory for me to participate in is glorious!"

  Li Dazhu wanted to say more, but thinking that Liu Chuang and the others were still there, the ugliness of the family could not be revealed, so he closed his mouth.

  Li Dazhu looked at Liu Chuang, president of the association: "Chairman Liu, I will show him at the awards ceremony then, don’t worry about that."

No matter how stupid it is, Liu Chuang also knows that there might be something inconvenient to say about it.

  However, Liu Chuang’s goal of inviting An Zhiruosu has been achieved, and it is inconvenient for him to disturb the father and son: "Well, the award ceremony will start on the eighth day of March at the Jingzhou Cultural Center. You can go there a few days in advance. I will arrange it."

  Liu Chuang took the two to leave the Jianye No.1 City-state first.

  Also, Lu Liang knew that he was a little embarrassed, so he left the house after a few polite sentences.

  Now, only Li An, Li Dazhu and Fang Guokun are left in the house.

  Without any outsiders, Li Dazhu's face was stiff like a brick.

  Now, Li Dazhu has to settle accounts with Li Ang.

  Li Dazhu yelled and asked Li Ang: "Little bastard! I ask you, why don’t you tell me that you are a peaceful identity!?"

  (End of this chapter)