Since 1983

"Well……"

Xu Fei naturally woke up and was in a daze for a while before remembering where he was. He sat up and glanced at the old clock in the corner, it was six fifty.

I dreamed again last night, but it was better than before, and I am slowly adapting to the sleeping environment.

The fire in the stove had been extinguished long ago, so he took out his long johns from under the quilt, and put them on with great enthusiasm, and the johns had to be stuffed into the socks.

I opened the curtains quickly, it was still dark outside, the bare pomegranates accompanied the empty yard, there was a kind of cold and incomplete beauty after looking at it for a long time.

I went out with cotton shoes, fetched a basin of water, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and the cold water rushed over my face, my hairs relaxed, my body was stimulated, and my tiredness disappeared.

Finally, I turned to the kitchen, boiled noodles in rice cooker, cracked an egg, sprinkled with chopped green onion, dripped a few drops of sesame oil, and it was a bowl of delicious egg noodles with chopped green onion.

Teacher Xu sat alone in the dining room, moving slowly and sadly, like an empty-nester old man.

"You should get a dog, and then a cat, or you will be depressed sooner or later."

After eating the noodles, the sky also penetrated the night, the neighbors gradually made noises, and the smoke rose, which opened the usual winter in the capital.

Before eight o'clock, he pushed his bicycle out and looked into the yard again, "It's so deserted!"

Bang!

The big lock was locked, and the neighbors also came out, "Going to work?"

"Well, good morning!"

"It's getting late, I woke up at five o'clock, and went back to sleep again, staring in a daze."

"Look at you, you're not dazed, you're in great shape, see you later!"

Xu Fei got on the bike and rode on the narrow Baihua Hutong. The broken brick wall was frosted all night, and it seemed to have a thin layer of white hair. The sun is in the east, there is no heat at all, and it is also white and cold.

Who would have thought?

There is still a chance to ride a bicycle to work in the capital city in the 1980s?

He crossed Xinjiekou, went west, and then turned north to the second ring road, as if he had crossed some boundary, and he could see the vegetable fields and crop fields from a distance.

First, I went to a printing shop near the TV station. As soon as the door opened, the boss stretched his waist at the door.

"Yo, it's so early, are you here to get your business card?"

"Is it printed?"

"Look at what you said, we will eat this bowl of rice, and we must not delay things."

The boss went into the room and picked up two boxes of business cards. Xu Fei opened them. They were single-sided with a white background, simple in style, and Beijing Television Art Center printed in the middle, Xu Fei.

The red line below is a string of addresses and landline numbers.

These are the best years for the business card business, which is hand-printed and highly profitable. Single-sided monochrome costs 15 yuan a box, 100 sheets in a box. If you want to add colors, you need to add another 5 yuan; if the company prints a logo, you have to use a bronzing version, which is 5 yuan more for each logo.

Add to add, the most expensive box can sell for more than 100 yuan.

Nowadays, when Chinese people print business cards, the more characters the better, they dare to add anything messy, some have more than a hundred characters, just like writing an article.

Xu Fei was happy with his business card, which was the basis of his survival. He didn't dare to play around casually before, because he lacked this title.

When he arrived at the TV station, he went to get the newspaper first, distributed it to each house, and said, "Morning, Brother Zhao!"

"Morning, Brother Feng!"

"Eh!"

"..."

Zhao Baogang and Feng scratched their heads, feeling uncomfortable with this way of greeting, they pretended to be ignorant! Seeing that he took the initiative to fetch water with the thermos, it was no different from yesterday, so he relaxed a little.

Raw melon eggs are quite sensible and okay.

After the three of them finished packing, it was half past eight.

"Morning, Teacher Li!"

"Morning, Teacher Zhang!"

"Morning, Teacher Bi!"

Everyone who was called was stunned and felt awkward. Bi Jianjun, who was in charge of the technical department, nodded. As soon as his butt touched the chair, he saw the latest newspaper on the table. He touched the cup again and made warm tea.

"..."

He glanced at Xu Fei and saw that the young man was also sitting down, reading a newspaper. Then I turned back and was busy with my own business, mainly thinking about the project.

These days, there are very few original scripts, which are thankless and prone to taboos. The novel is easy to adapt, the content is well known, at least it is safe.

He flipped through a novel and recorded while reading it. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard a voice say:

"Teacher Bi!"

"Um?"

Bi Jianjun raised his head in a daze.

"Well, is there a reading room in the station?" Xu Fei asked.

"Yes, on the third floor."

"I want to borrow some information."

"Go."

Xu Fei wiped his body and left, and came back after a long time, holding several books. Bi Jianjun glanced again, and the top one was "Overview of the Development of TV Dramas in the New Era".

This is an internal book, not published externally.

He sat down and began to read, followed everyone to the cafeteria at noon, continued to read in the afternoon, and got up to help anyone who had something to do... Before he knew it, the day passed like this.

On the second day, it was still the same; on the third day, it was still the same.

Comrade Xiao Xu, the newcomer, quickly aroused everyone's discussion. Twenty-one years old, the youngest one, comes here early every day, fetches water and newspapers, and then reads books and newspapers, steadily.

But it was this stability that made everyone weird.

Like Zhao Baogang and Feng, they sweep the floor and wipe the table every day, obviously acting deliberately, but he doesn't feel this way. On the contrary, it's like, oh, I'm young and strong, I should do more, and you should rest when you are old...

I don't talk much, but I have a lot of contact with people in the center, neither deep nor shallow, just enough to chat. Everyone's initial impression is not bad, sensible, and the ability to work is not obvious for the time being.

And one thing is weird, the whole center is nervous about the new project, but he doesn't seem to have any idea.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

The morning meeting was as usual on Monday, and everyone brought folders, which took a lot of effort. Zhao Baogang and Feng also thought of ideas, holding a thick manuscript paper each.

"Okay, let's have a regular meeting... Hey, why are there not enough people?"

Lu Xiaowei glanced around and found that there was an empty seat, just about to ask, when Xu Fei came in with a big board in his arms, "I'm sorry, Director, I'm late."

This board is more than one meter long and half a meter wide. It is covered with cloth, but I don't know what it is. Lu Xiaowei frowned and asked, "What did you take?"

"Don't you let us think about the project, this is it."

"It's meeting time now. Freedom and laziness is not an option. What exactly is that?" Jin Yan from the filming department was a little uncomfortable and asked.

"Mr. Jin, this is really my idea." Xu Fei smiled.

"Okay, let's have a meeting!"

Lu Xiaowei waved his hands, suppressing his slightly raised anger.

"As I said last week, let everyone think about the key projects for this year. Let us express our opinions today. Don't be conservative. It is best to decide before the festival. Who will start first?"

After a short period of silence, the screenwriter Li Xiaoming said: "I'll go first. I read Mr. Guo Moruo's play "Peacock Gall" these days, and I think it's very suitable for adaptation into a TV script."

""Peacock Gallbladder"?"

Lu Xiaowei used to be a soldier, not a professional background, so he looked at Zheng Xiaolong. Zheng Xiaolong is a college student of the Chinese Department at any rate, so he explained it briefly.

It is said that during the Red Turban Uprising at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Liang Wang fled to Chuxiong, was rescued by Duan Gong, the general manager of Dali, and married Princess Agai to him as his wife. Later, Duan Gong had a grudge with King Liang, and King Liang ordered Agai to poison him with peacock gall. A Gai refused to accept the king's order, and told the truth. Duan Gong thought that his meritorious service was high and virtuous, and he didn't believe that King Liang would harm him, so he was killed, and A Gai died soon after.

"..."

After listening to Lu Xiaowei, he pondered, Guo Moruo's book must be fine in nature, but this plot is not attractive.

After everyone discussed it for a while, they asked again: "How many episodes do you want to adapt into?"

"The original script is not too long, just four episodes."

"Four episodes..."

Lu Xiaowei became more and more bored, and asked, "What do you think?"

"It can be considered, as a backup." Zheng Xiaolong said.

"A backup is fine."

"spare."

Lu Xiaowei shook his head, drew a stroke on the notebook, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

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