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Xu Fei really didn't know that the crew was back.

He finalized the adaptation with extremely high efficiency, and the right to adapt the adaptation was added to participate in the screenwriting. He gave a total of 1,000 yuan, and Haiyan was also a dick.

The so-called successful people basically have one thing in common, that is, they are not reconciled to their own destiny.

For example, Zhao Baogang, if he didn’t join various drama clubs, he recommended himself to participate in "Four Generations Under One Roof", and wanted to change his life through acting, he might be a sand maker all his life.

The same is true for Haiyan, if he didn't aspire to become a great writer, there would be no future Haiyan.

As for the center, everyone has read the novel and found that the story is really good, and it involves the public security industry, and the politics are orthodox, so "Plainclothes Police" has officially become the key project of this year.

In fact, there is no copyright law yet, and the so-called adaptation right lacks legal effect, and is more guaranteed by character.

"Morning Brother Zhao!"

"Morning, Brother Feng!"

"Morning, Teacher Liu!"

On the last day of work before the Spring Festival, Xu Fei still greeted people in the modern way. At first I wasn't used to it, so I didn't say anything early, the most I could say was "Hello Director".

But he called it that every day, so he couldn't help but reply, "Morning!"

Xu Fei was holding a steamed bun wrapped in oiled paper in one hand, and reading the newly renamed "China Television News" in the other hand. There was a bold line in the headline: "Journey to the West" will be broadcast during the Spring Festival.

This broadcast refers to the first 11 episodes, from the first appearance of the Monkey King, the official title of Bi Ma Wen, to the three fights against the bones and the wise monkey king.

In the same year, he finished filming five episodes of "Wrongly Falling into the Pansi Cave", "Four Explorations of the Bottomless Cave", "Traveling the Art of Yuhuazhou", "Receiving the Jade Rabbit in Tianzhu", and "Bo Sheng Blissful Heaven".

Five episodes a year, can you believe it? Can you believe it took six years to shoot the entire "Journey to the West"? ? ?

He was particularly impressed by the Three Dozens of Bone Demons. The Bone Demons and Mei Chaofeng in the 83 version of Shooting the Condors are probably the childhood shadows of many people.

What he likes most is the part where Tang Seng chased Wukong away, Wukong kept kowtowing, Tang Seng turned around, and the monkey knelt in front of him, crying and wiping away his tears.

"Well, it was the year my brother was born, but it turned out to be 21..."

Xu Fei shook his head and was about to enter the technical department when he bumped into a fellow lighting engineer head-on. The man suddenly raised his tone, and said in a strange voice, "Hey, good morning, Mr. Xu!"

"Well, good morning, Teacher Sun!"

He nodded and stepped into the house.

Fuck?

On the contrary, he stunned the other party completely, and then saw what he should do, and he was full of energy without being affected at all.

"Bah! Pretending to be trivial!"

The man spat softly.

There is no way, Xiao Xu's colleague became famous in the first battle, and became more and more subtle in the unit. This group of people are all in their thirties. They thought they were a new generation of TV people, but a younger and more thoughtful one broke in.

Compared with the previous generation, they are innovators, but compared with him, they seem to be conservatives.

Little did he know, Mr. Xu was cold and daring, like a hozen making trouble in the heavenly palace, and this was just the beginning.

"Summer insects can't speak to the ice, but to the time."

After wiping the table over there, Feng wandered over and said in a characteristic vague tone, "Don't worry, it's mediocrity who doesn't get envied."

"I thought about it, but I didn't care?" Xu Fei smiled.

"Hehe, to be honest, what I admire the most is your state of mind. Don't look at how old your brother is, he is always emotional and emotional. I have to learn from you."

After the initial entanglement, Feng seems to have figured it out now, and comes over from time to time to make friends.

It's obvious! As a newcomer, his opinions were accepted, and he negotiated the right to adapt it himself, and he will definitely focus on training in the future, not to mention that he is really capable—he loves to contact such people.

"The Chinese New Year is just around the corner, are you going back to your hometown or staying in the capital?"

"I won't go back, it's too troublesome to toss, my parents are here."

"Oh, if you don't mind, I want to visit."

"Sure, it's at No. 25 Baihua Hutong."

"The one in the depths of flowers?"

Feng's eyes are deep, his lines are clear, and he is very literary. "It's an elegant place to live. Well, I will definitely visit you when the time comes."

…………

In a blink of an eye, the Spring Festival holiday.

The center is a public institution at any rate, and has distributed a lot of benefits. A box of apples, a box of soft drinks, some frozen octopus, rice noodles, soybean oil, and a broken calendar.

Speaking of hairtail, Xu Feike was very impressed.

From the 1980s to the beginning of the 2000s, hairtail fish was always the main product of the unit, the kind that could be eaten to the point of vomiting, and later added another Nanguo pear—he never figured out whether it was Nanguo pear or Nanguo pear.

And that broken wall calendar, it's not considered a benefit at all, one is distributed every festival, and several copies can be saved in a year.

Xu Xiaowen and Zhang Guiqin closed the wonton shop and set off. The couple didn't like to come to the capital for the New Year, but there was nothing they could do. My son was already twenty-nine during the holidays, and he was still busy with work.

Today is February 8th, New Year's Eve.

Xu Fei got up early in the morning, cleaned the yard, then sat in the study and started working.

He had participated in the filming of film and television dramas in his previous life, so he knew a little about all aspects, but what he was really good at was writing and art. I watched "Plainclothes Police" when I was a child, and my impression is vague, I only remember that song.

The director of this play is Lin Ruwei, a woman. The theme song of "Four Generations Under One Roof" "Reorganize the River and Mountain for Future Generations" and the theme song of this play "Youth Aspirations Don't Sorrow" are written by herself.

"Thousands of miles of sword light and shadow, hatred burns nine cities.

On the night of the full moon, people will not return, and there will be no peace in the land of fragrant flowers.

A cavity of silent blood, thousands of strands of motherly love.

For the shame of the country, go first, and reorganize the rivers and mountains to wait for the next generation! "

Just look at this strong and intense, how many directors in later generations can write this word? His mother's sorrow flows against the river...

The courtyard is cold in winter, and the old man is lonely.

The sky was a bit cloudy, there was no sun, and the clouds were hanging low. With a fire at his feet and a hot teapot in his arms, Xu Fei was designing the opening storyboard.

He doesn't quite remember how "Plainclothes Police" was filmed, so he simply started from the beginning, incorporating some techniques from later generations, but also conforming to the audience's aesthetics of this era.

Fresh, natural, energetic... Take an actor as an example, don't pay attention to being too thin. Being thin means that you don't have enough to eat, and your face should be round and full, or with sharp edges and corners. If you bring the chicken over, if you can be sprayed to death by the people of the whole country, it is called Erjiazi.

"call……"

After he drew a draft, he rubbed his hands, and before he knew it, there was already a thick stack.

The lines of the characters are simple. Sitting alone in the interrogation room, his hair has just been shaved and he is wearing a blue prison uniform. On the opposite side are two policemen. On the wall behind it is written "Leniency for confession, strictness for resistance."

It took a whole morning to storyboard this one scene. "Plainclothes Police" is going to be filmed after the festival. He doesn't know what position he will arrange for himself, but he has to prepare for what should be prepared.

Xu Fei put down his pen, checked the time, put on a big padded jacket and went out, heading straight to the train station.

The square in front of the station is crowded with people, big and small, all of them are going out. He waited for a while before he saw his parents coming out with their luggage.

"How do you take so much?"

As soon as he lifted it, his shoulders almost fell off, "What is so heavy?"

"Pork."

"What are you doing with pork all the way? I have it all."

"Isn't it because I'm afraid you won't be able to eat? If you don't have any news in the capital all day, can we not worry about it?"

The three of them took the bus and arrived at Xinjiekou Street under the eyes of the conductor. They had to walk carefully. The smallest and narrowest alley entrance was Baihuashen.

My parents were still disgusted when they entered the alley, but when they saw the yard, they were speechless.

Xu Xiaowen turned around several times, sat on the bed and slapped his thighs, "Look, look, our old Xu family has been poor peasants for generations, and my generation is regarded as a literary and art worker. You are good, at least you have to be a rich peasant Element."

"Let's talk about the Chinese New Year! Come and help me put the right pair. Only thirty children can put the right pair. What are you doing every day?" Zhang Guiqin gave the two fathers a white look.

"Hey, am I busy?"

Xu Fei was trained to be silly, and after being deserted for so long, he finally became a little popular.

The family of three was busy, and the Spring Festival couplets and New Year pictures were painted with blessing characters. Zhang Guiqin cleaned the big stove and started cooking again.

"Do you drink the northwest wind all day? This stove is rusted. How many years has it been useless?"

"I always use a rice cooker, and I can get it just by messing with it. I eat in the cafeteria at noon."

Xu Fei helped to light the fire, and soon the stove was hot. My mother poured a lot of oil, sandwiched the melted hairtail pieces and put them in. Turned over with chopsticks for about 2 minutes, and the color was slightly yellow.

"Hey, I heard from your aunt that Xiaoxu won't be going home this year, so what kind of press group is he going to receive?"

Zhang Guiqin suddenly remembered something and said, "Why don't you take her over, it's so lively anyway."

"That's right, you kid doesn't know how to do things, so I'm just assing you for nothing..."

Xu Xiaowen next to him scratched his head and started over again, "It's useless to wear the same pants as you. And you play well, call them all over, such a big yard is useless."

"Xiao Xu has never left home since he was a child, and it's Chinese New Year, you say you don't want to think about it..."

"Okay, okay!"

Seeing the two of them talking endlessly, Xu Fei said, "I'll pick it up!"

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