Since 1983

A few days later, Dai Linfeng really came with a letter of approval.

A unit is willing to accept Mr. Xu, the name is "Beijing Television Art Center".

It is said that China's first TV station was founded in 1958. It was originally called Beijing TV Station. It was renamed CCTV in 1978 and took over all talents and resources.

At that time, the city government was very aggrieved, for so many years of status. The huge capital cannot live without its own mouthpiece, so in 1979 the current Beijing TV Station was founded.

In 1982, Jingcheng TV separated part of its own resources to specialize in the production of film and television dramas, which became the Jingcheng Television Art Center.

It used to be called Jingcheng Television Studio, which belonged to a public institution.

The person who interviewed Xu Fei was Lu Xiaowei, who was only thirty-three years old this year. A native of Hebei Province, he used to be a soldier. After being demobilized, he worked in the People's Broadcasting Station. Later, he was transferred to Beijing TV Station. He also participated in the establishment of an art center and was the first director of the center.

The conditions he offered were: there was a staff, and he was given a position as an artist, but he could not be allocated a house, and he could not settle the household registration for the time being, so he had to investigate for a while.

The salary follows this year's industrial reform plan, which is about 50 yuan.

It doesn't matter.

Although the idea of ​​running a magazine has to be postponed, this place is indeed interesting, and it is also one of the several units Mr. Xu envisioned.

"Hey, it's true that the bull broke into the wild boar pen, you are reckless or I am reckless."

………………

"Here, take it!"

"Thank you comrade."

In a police station in Ancheng, Xu Fei received a thin card, a black and white photo, sealed with polyester film, the technology was poor and it was easy to forge.

It says:

"Name Xu Fei, male, ethnic Han, born on March 10, 1965, address at No. XX Street, XX District, Ancheng, issued on December 29, 1985, valid for 10 years."

The number is 15 digits, and the information is actually handwritten.

"It's rough!"

He squeezed his first-generation ID card, turned his head and said, "Comrade, let me ask, will you still use your unit to issue a letter of introduction when you go out after taking this?"

"Um?"

The person in charge was obviously taken aback, and said unsurely: "If there is no policy, you have to use it. This is just your ID card, which is convenient for inspection."

Fine.

He got on his bicycle and went straight to Xilaile Wonton Shop.

It was said that after Dai Linfeng gave the approval letter, he came back to go through the transfer procedures and took a photo of his ID card by the way. Although the state has introduced policies, the people's attitudes have not changed, and few people have done it, and it took more than ten years to complete the accumulation.

When it was originally formulated, all parties had debated whether there were "marital status" and "occupation" on the ID card, but they finally decided not to include it.

If you think about it, you have to change your ID card every time you get married, get divorced, or change jobs, which is too troublesome.

"Hey, you said who is more powerful?"

"It must be Huang Laoxie, Xi Du looks like a fool."

"You know what a fart. If you want me to say that Hong Qigong is the most powerful, then the Eighteenth Subduing Dragon is the one who handles everything."

"Guo Jing is the most powerful, Guo Jing is the protagonist!"

Before Xu Fei could enter the door, he heard the noise of people inside, and when the door was pushed open, a wave of heat hit his face.

The five tables were all full, enough to hold twenty people, standing without a stool, all staring at the black and white TV in front, which was playing the 83 version of the second part of Shooting the Condors.

The stove in the middle was glowing red, and a large kettle was sitting on it, gurgling and steaming.

"Don't smoke, get out of here if you smoke!"

Xu Xiaowen came out from the back kitchen and shouted, "Whose pork and scallion wontons?"

"This and this!"

One person hurriedly stretched out his hand, scratching his ear and cheek, but he couldn't bear to leave his eyes half an inch away.

Xu Fei picked up the curtain and entered the back kitchen, and saw that the two stoves were full, one was cooking wontons and the other was cooking noodles.

Zhang Guiqin stirred the pot with a large wicker strainer, scooped it up suddenly, about half a catty, and poured it into two large bowls, then scooped it up again, about two taels, and poured it into a small bowl.

On the desk next to it, a little girl of sixteen or seventeen, wearing a flowered jacket, was stuffing stuffing.

"Okay, you have practiced this skill, you don't need a scale to buy meat in the future, you can count it by yourself."

"Come and help me, don't you see that I'm busy?"

Zhang Guiqin handed over two bowls of wontons, and he sent them out to wipe himself off before returning, "I said it's worth buying a TV, but you refused to let it go at the beginning, how is it now, how much traffic has it brought you?"

"Yes, there are quite a few people who watch TV for nothing."

"Then you scold him, if you can't do it, hit him!"

"You child, do you think your mother looks like a shrew?"

"Your mother has a small face, and she can't speak seriously, so I have to come and stare at her often. That bastard really is. A few days ago, I ran into a bad guy and almost got into a fight."

Xu Xiaowen also walked in, took a breath in his busy schedule, and said, "Fortunately, Rou Rou is capable, which saved me a lot of worry."

"hey-hey!"

The little girl giggled twice and continued making wontons.

This is hired, the family is poor, and there is a younger brother who dropped out of school to earn money-there is no nine-year compulsory education yet. The child's name is Qi Rourou, alas, I don't know whose name it was.

Xilaile has been open for more than half a year, and has long been famous in Ancheng. In the first two months, there were many customers. Just in time for summer, Xu Fei came up with an idea to buy a TV, adding cold noodles, cucumbers, peanuts, beer, soft drinks and so on.

Even added a freezer, spending money like running water. Zhang Guiqin was very distressed, but this meeting will not be nagging, the passenger flow is stable, and every day is very prosperous.

Xu Fei followed suit and stayed until the evening to make samples.

Zhang Guiqin came out with a bamboo basket, which contained a few catties of rice noodles, a few taels of soybean oil, and two catties of pork, and said, "Rou Rou, the new year will be in two days, take these things back."

"Thank you, Auntie!"

The little girl stood up abruptly and bowed hastily.

After she left, Xu Xiaowen snorted, "You're not welcome at all."

"My family is in trouble, what if I give some bonuses? Who doesn't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?" Zhang Guiqin was upset.

"Tsk, look at your mother, opening a store is more fanciful than being a leader."

Xu Xiaowen had a mean mouth, but actually he was kind-hearted, and never treated the little girl badly.

Wontons are cheap these days, unlike later generations who dared to sell a bowl of wontons for twenty or thirty, but the cost is also low, and they can make a net profit of a thousand yuan a month, earning six or seven thousand in less than a year.

The three of them finished their accounts under the lamp, feeling happy physically and mentally. Zhang Guiqin looked at his son, and suddenly sighed, a little bit reluctant.

"You really decided to stay in the capital?"

"I have completed all the procedures here, and I will go back in a few days."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be able to travel so far. In fact, Ancheng is also quite good, and the people are familiar..."

The mother was very sad, and she came too soon, as if her son got married and started a business in an instant.

Oh yes, not married yet!

She suddenly found her life goal again, and asked: "Now you have a house and a job you like, when will your personal problems be resolved?"

"Well, personal question?"

Xu Fei grinned, and called it with a sense of age, "I'm only young, so don't worry."

"It's not too young. You're 20 this year, and you'll be 21 in two days. When your dad was your age..."

"Ahem!"

"What are you coughing? When your father was your age, I was pregnant with you. You have to hold on tight. Is there any girl you like? I'll help you look at each other?"

"mom!"

Teacher Xu was sweating. Forced marriage is an innate attribute of the Chinese nation. Why can't we escape at any time?

"You said you were on the set, and there were all beautiful girls in it. Why didn't you develop? Hey, isn't Xiao Xu there? You guys still know each other..."

"Don't, don't!"

He quickly interrupted, "Don't mention this, let alone mention it to Uncle Chen or Aunt Chen, lest you misunderstand!"

Um?

Parents were surprised that he reacted so strongly, Zhang Guiqin asked cautiously: "Why, are you having a conflict?"

"No."

"Then what's the matter, you don't like people?"

"Uh, it's quite complicated anyway, so don't get involved."

…………

That night, Teacher Xu suffered from insomnia again.

He doesn't like to talk about his thoughts with others, and he always holds back his emotions.

Where did it start?

At first, he didn't have any admiration for Chen Xiaoxu, he felt rather pitiful. Later, the deeper the contact, the feeling of this life overwhelmed the impression of the previous life, such a real girl, delicate and mean, cute and annoying.

The more I got to know her, the more I thought about her real fate, and the more pitiful I felt.

The word distressed is left in my stomach.

Perhaps more than anyone else, he hoped that the girl would live a good life and be safe and happy for the rest of her life... This is a kind of liking, but it doesn't feel like that kind of liking.

Teacher Xu is not stupid, so he can see the girl's intentions, but pretends not to know, and has never said or acted like Zhang Li. But after the incident in the hospital, the youngest daughter's mind was picked out by an outsider, and she couldn't even pretend she didn't know it.

That's why it's unnatural, especially as if it's predestined, Te Niang's will always trigger the Shura field of three people, which makes it more embarrassing and can only be fooled around.

Is feeling sorry for a girl the same as liking a girl?

"..."

He looked at the dark roof, at least he couldn't tell right now.

(Ah, Fatty broke up.)