Since 1983

Hutong Family was completely brought up by the young and middle-aged group when most elderly audiences resisted.

Especially intellectuals such as college students, scholars, and media people love this drama to death and think it is a groundbreaking work. The so-called dialogue collections were produced by them, excerpts were circulated among each other, and it was fashionable to imitate the lines in them.

In the capital, a family member's hospital of a certain unit.

The old leader was pacing in the spacious room. After a while, the door knocked, and a large group of people came in, but it was his children and grandchildren who came to visit.

This is a big family with a thriving population and good units.

There are four grandchildren, three boys and one girl. The granddaughter has just entered college and is the most favored, chatting non-stop during the dinner.

Have you borrowed it? Copy it for me quickly.

I got it, why give it to you, wait for me to finish copying.

Is it different who comes first?

How can it be the same, just wait!

Seeing a few grandchildren chatting happily, the old leader asked curiously, What are you talking about?

It's a TV... ah!

The granddaughter kicked under the table and said with a smile, It's nothing, just the lyrics list of Hong Kong and Taiwan songs.

It's not low, it's sneaky at first glance, show me.

Grandpa, it's really nothing.

Take it out quickly!

The authority of the ancestors is so deep-rooted that the granddaughter had no choice but to dig out a pamphlet. The old leader took a look at the handwritten notebook, which was full of long and short sentences, and several episodes were marked.

Money is not everything, without money is absolutely impossible.

The ancients said that an inch is long and an inch is strong, and an inch is small and an inch is clever. Sometimes I am strong, and sometimes I am clever.

Why are you so poor? Who made me a poor and lower-middle peasant?

brush!

The old leader's face darkened, and he scolded: What a mess! What are you doing all day at school, making these smoky things!

...

No one at the table dared to speak.

Tell me, what is this and where did it come from?

I borrowed the lines of a TV series from my classmates.

What TV show?

Family in the Hutong.

He asked to understand the source, saw that it was five past eight, and flicked on the TV.

In the next second, Ge You's body shape and face appeared on the screen.

My biggest dream in this life is to find a rich woman who is terminally ill and live my life in a normal way.

Yo, don't you miss your little Wei?

It used to be too difficult for water, so it's better to hang the southeast branch yourself, don't think about it.

...

The old leader looked at this person, and after hearing a few words, he didn't want to see him anymore. He watched half of the episode with a sullen face, and slammed the coffee table.

What a fool! What a fool!

Such a vulgar, boring, and incorrect literary work is broadcast on the TV station in an open manner! What impact will it have on the next generation? It will disrupt the social atmosphere!

The children quickly persuaded, Dad, you have just been discharged from the hospital, don't get angry again.

The anger is also caused by these people, I might as well be hospitalized!

The more he talked, the more uncomfortable he became, so he simply picked up the phone and dialed a number.

Hello? It's me. There's a TV series called Hutong People, you know?

Yes, I want to ask, who approved it?

Zhang Yongjing? He is also an old comrade. How could he make such a mistake before retirement?

I see, you should study it as soon as possible, and it's best not to broadcast it. Hmm, okay.

The phone hung up.

The granddaughter was dumbfounded, anxious and angry, How could you do this? What happened to just a TV series?

What's wrong? This is called poison. It poisons the people and the next generation!

Who is tormenting, our whole school has not seen anyone making mistakes, you are old and stubborn!

The granddaughter started to cry, and the parents persuaded her, but the old leader was not angry this time, and said: You usually educate her more, what is she like? Eat!

The family dinner was going on in a very eerie atmosphere.

After a while, the phone rang.

The old leader went over to pick it up, Hello? What, is there any difficulty?

Oh, how did I tell you...

Embarrassed and helpless on the other side, Isn't there a film and television art exchange week with Hong Kong now? This drama is one of the activities, and there must be a seminar. If it is not allowed to be broadcast, how can there be a seminar? How can the friends in Hong Kong Look, I thought we were going backwards in history!

Ah? This...

The old man opened his mouth completely unexpectedly, and was speechless for a moment.

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This is an extremely sensitive era. Xu Fei didn't know that his act of rubbing the heat actually blocked an innocent disaster.

On April 5, the film and television cultural exchange week opened.

In fact, Hong Kong doesn't pay much attention to it. I can't even understand Mandarin. What kind of seminars are there? But Qiu Degen was more knowledgeable about current affairs, so he couldn't refuse, so he had to come and walk.

The standard was very high, Li Mu barely qualified to attend, and Xu Fei didn't attend at all.

Today, on the 9th, the morning is a symposium on The Last Emperor and Hutong Family. He still didn't go, but according to Li Mu's return, the scene was once very embarrassing.

A group of old artists blew embarrassingly at The Last Emperor, and then everyone present was clear...

Xu Fei was too lazy to go to this kind of meeting, so it was fine not to attend. His main activity today is in the afternoon, the Kung Fu film exchange meeting attended by Xu Xiaoming and Yuan Jiaban.

Afternoon, International Exhibition Center.

This place was originally called the Exhibition Department of the China Council for the Promotion of International Trade - the Trade Promotion Committee, which has existed since 1984.

Back then, Daiyu made a bad move and asked Baoyu to pretend to be the director and write a letter to Xiangyun, asking to meet at this place.

Li Mu and others went in first, while Xu Fei wandered outside by himself.

Not long after, a buddy with thick eyebrows and big eyes appeared, it was Kou Zhanwen. He looks quite strong and mighty, but his actual height is 174, which is a pity for those who practice martial arts.

Teacher Xu!

Hey, long time no see!

Sorry, I just came from the hospital and it's a little late.

Hospital? Is something wrong?

It's just my junior brother Wu Jing who is paralyzed in the lower limbs and is currently hospitalized.

What?

Xu Fei really didn't know about it, I was fine last year, why did you become paralyzed?

He was injured during training before, and he didn't take a good rest after it was over, so he saved some roots. He fell again a while ago, and it became serious all at once.

What about now?

Can't move.

Kou Zhanwen shook his head, His mother is taking care of him, lying on the bed by himself, unable to even turn over.

Tsk!

Xu Fei was very upset, thinking about finding time to take a look.

He led the other party into the exhibition center and arrived at a large lecture hall. There is a table on the top, covered with carpets, and seats under it, which are full of people.

Some are the staff of CCTV and Beijing TV, related media personnel, reporters from Hong Kong, and some are the audience. It is also the only event that allows audience participation.

Kou Zhanwen sat down in the front row, got acquainted with Li Mu, looked around, and was surprised by the common arrangement in later generations.

He hasn't joined the center yet, so he came here today to see what Wuzhi is.

Everyone sat for a while, the host came to the stage first, and then five or six people showed up.

There were two people who stood out the most, a chubby handsome guy with a lot of aura, it was Xu Xiaoming. A skinny man with prominent features and a strange aura.

It seems that when you are walking on the street, you will suddenly be grabbed by this person, who will take out a tattered book, say that you have strange bones, and want to sell you a copy of The Palm of the Tathagata.

Yuan Xiangren.

(Writing too much these two days has slowed down my waist.)