Since 1983

Xu Fei stayed at home for five days, plus round trips, exactly one week.

After returning to the capital, I didn't organize to save the script immediately, but ran to the cinema and watched a movie alone: ​​Breakdance.

He hadn't seen it before. He talked about a girl named Kelly who met two street dancers, Cyclone and Motor. Street to stage.

The plot is weak and the dance is good-looking, which officially set off a domestic breakdancing craze.

In the following ten years, I don’t know how many people rely on this for a living, including Sun Meili, a famous dancer of HLJ.

However, Xu Fei is second to watching movies, and mainly absorbs material-the biggest feature of sitcoms is that they closely follow the times.

He returned to the courtyard, took a nap first, woke up, tidied up, and changed into a suit of clothes.

In the evening, just as the cart was about to go out, there was a knock on the door.

Alas!

As soon as the door opened, the three of them were startled. Feng Pants, who was carrying a wine bottle, blinked, Okay! The timing is wrong, let's knock again.

Are you going out? Zhao Baogang was quite normal.

Why are you two here? I have an appointment for dinner...

Xu Fei looked at the wine bottle and the paper bag in Zhao Baogang's hand, and said helplessly, Forget it, let's go together.

Don't mind, it's not a coincidence today, come back another day, what's the point of us meddling?

It's okay, anyway, let's talk about the script, you two just listen to it.

So the three of them went to Ertiao, a corridor outside the front door.

From Qianmen Street in the east to Meishi Street in the west, the slender and long alleys are very deep. Xu Fei led the double cylinder to the innermost part, found a family, and burst out.

It was established during the reign of Emperor Guangxu, and it is a serious century-old brand. It was only restored in 1985. In addition to fried belly, it also has charcoal-fired and copper-boiled mutton.

It was hot when we entered, and the restaurant was full of gourmets. Fortunately, he made a reservation during the day and left a round table for me.

Don't hide your wine, let's drink it.

I haven't been here before, I'm a little nervous.

Feng Trousers took out the bottle of liquor from his pocket, looked around, I said, Mr. Xu, if you want to hire someone, you have to go to Donglaishun, this store is so shabby.

Invite foreigners from other places, go to Donglaishun, invite friends to invite gourmets, just come to this small shop.

Squeak!

After sitting for a few minutes, the door was opened, and the cotton curtain was lifted, wrapping it in a cold night.

Here! Xu Fei waved.

Hey, he knows how to find a place, and he is an expert at first glance.

Chen Xiaoer was wearing a dog fur cap and a big padded jacket. He won three points when he came out, followed by a fat man.

Glasses, big head, short neck, thick eyebrows, serious face, a bit like Crayon Shin-chan, it is Liang Zuo. He graduated from Peking University and teaches Chinese at the Beijing Language Institute. He is 30 this year.

Mr. Liang, hello, my name is Xu Fei, and these are two colleagues from the Art Center...

He got up and shook hands, Liang Zuo didn't say much, Hello.

He invited the other party through Chen Xiaoer's relationship, just for the sake of the script.

The five of them sat down, and after giving way, Xu Fei began to order, First, let's have a hot pot, two plates of big three-fork, two plates of cucumber sticks, and one plate of brain.

The upper brain is sold out.

Then let's sink the head...are there any mushroom heads here?

The mushroom heads will be gone by noon.

Then let's have three kinds of sheep, and some sesame biscuits, that's all, let's start with these.

Not long after, the waiter brought a charcoal-fired copper pot, followed by a tray of small bowls, full of sauces, prepared with soy sauce, vinegar, sesame paste, sesame oil, fermented bean curd, and sprinkled with chopped green onion, coriander and garlic juice.

Then, Ka Ka up the meat.

Hand-cut mutton, the main eight pieces of old-style shabu-shabu: big three-fork, lamb tendon, lamb brain, lamb crotch, lamb tenderloin, lamb tendon meat, one head and cucumber strips.

Followed by belly burst.

Divided into nine parts, shredded horizontally, three kinds of sheep are taken as a platter of three kinds.

Come and try.

Xu Fei stretched out his chopsticks to give way, and everyone was not polite, they had to rinse the meat for a while, and eat it first.

Chen Xiaoer took a bite, dipped in the sauce, stuffed it into his mouth, and closed his teeth together, Crack!

Whoa!

I was startled, this is called crisp.

Oh, my father was lucky enough to eat it once before liberation, and he also ate it a few times after liberation. It's just this one. It's like chewing cucumber in his mouth. Today's counting.

Not bad. Liang Zuo nodded.

Hmmmm!

Those two embarrassing things have already had a second bite, and they can't speak.

If you want to talk about this fried belly, the best part is called the mushroom head. Only six or seven sheep can get a plate, but unfortunately there is no one today.

Xu Fei was also very satisfied, this craftsmanship is authentic, and later generations will eat a few eggs, Eat it first, and then call it a plate of tripe. I like the tripe kernels the most. The water needs to be large, boil it, and the fire will be extremely hot. Wang, it will be cooked in three to five seconds after entering the soup, and it will be extremely tender when chewed...

Stop talking, I'm drooling. Zhao Baogang waved his hands repeatedly.

After chatting for a few words, the mutton was also cooked, and they stretched out their chopsticks one after another.

The copper pot was boiling hot, the juicy water of the meat slices was dripping on the tube, and the white smoke was sizzling and mixed with the heat in the house. I wish I could drown in it in this cold night.

In the blink of an eye, a few plates of meat were eaten, and there was another round of yelling.

Chen Xiaoer didn't like strangers to eat, so he drank too much at this meeting, and Feng Trousers and Zhao Baogang were even more grinning. Liang Zuo is the weirdest, he has written so many comedies handed down from generation to generation, but he himself is a cold face.

His face was flushed, but his eyes were still full of energy, his face was rational, and he retained his modesty and determination.

Teacher Liang, I have something to ask for today...

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, Xu Fei said, We want to make a sitcom, and we want you to write it.

You want to do a sitcom?

You understand?

I still know a little bit, tell me the outline. Liang Zuo pushed his glasses.

Just in one alley, there are several families living in different ages, occupations and backgrounds...

He said it simply.

Well, this is the way.

Liang Zuo had a serious face, and the more serious he looked, the more he looked like Crayon Shin-chan, and said, But I haven't written a TV series, I've only written cross talk, I'm afraid I can't grasp it well.

Hey, I like your thinking and perspective, and I think you can write the lines I want.

Lines? Don't you always emphasize the story? Feng Pants was puzzled.

The lines are the specific details of the story, and the story is a big frame, an idea, how to express it, how to fill it with details, this is the key to success or failure.

Xu Fei took a sip of the wine, pouring a fiery look into his throat, and his whole body was refreshed.

Especially in sitcoms, there are almost no exterior scenes, just a few fixed scenes, a few fixed actors. How can the audience not get bored? It depends on the lines! Performance! And the taste reflected in it!

The lines are easy, I'll make up a line for you right away...

Zhao Baogang was obviously on the top, grinning and said: Hey, Teacher Xu, why are you going? To eat and go to restaurants, you are really rich. It's okay, I will treat you another day, see you! See you later!

Hey, is this also called a line?

Chen Xiaoer took off his hot hat, showing a big bald head, and said: You can only go through the motions, I understand what Xu Fei means, he wants lines that can be used as the main course.

As for the sketch of me selling mutton skewers, Lao Mao and I spent two months thinking about those few lines!

Well, I know lamb skewers!

Uncle Alibaba, you advertised to Papa Ma in advance...

Xu Fei smiled and said, That's right, it's like the traditional joke in cross talk, about a river, one person on the left and one person on the right, both are deaf, and one of them is holding a pole.

The people over there shouted: ‘Hey, go fishing? '

Deaf man, this man can't hear, but don't make him feel deaf, 'No, I'm going fishing! '

The one over there is also deaf, and also thinks, 'Hey, I thought you were going fishing! '

This is called a good line! In fact, I don’t need to explain it, just put these three sentences together, what is going on in people’s hearts, how do they think, this kind of subtle connection will come out naturally.

What I want is this kind of lines.

(Ah, I'm dying of heat!!!!!!)