Since 1983

Every winter, northerners usually hang cotton door curtains.

There are many kinds of later generations, leather, canvas, soundproof cloth, and some can add windows. Not now, because I didn't pay attention to that part.

Xu Fei lifted the curtain and entered the west room, wrapped in a cold air, which was quickly dispersed by the fire.

Xiao Xu worked at his desk without raising his head. He casually picked up a few sketches, quite abstract little people.

Probably a man was partying with colleagues and accidentally splashed oil. Colleagues exclaimed Barabara, the man smiled confidently, I have XX brand washing powder.

Isn't this good? Why change it?

The teacher said that the fun and sense of camera are not enough.

He knows a fart, can the camera sense be made by a first-year student?

Give me back!

Xiao Xu grabbed the drawing, That's a strict requirement for me, if I can achieve 100 points, why is 80 points enough?

whispering sound!

Xu Fei curled his lips, and took out a few more. He saw a washbasin, and his hands were rubbing his clothes. After soaking in water, the screen switched, and the dirty shirt became white and clean.

He didn't see it right, and said in surprise, You're a planner and director, why are you still bringing a sub-camera?

I learned it from books, experiment first...

Xiao Xu stopped writing, and said solemnly: To be honest, I didn't think advertisements were good before. But now watching flat-screen and TV, I think it's too primitive. You might as well be creative in selling t-shirts.

How fresh, is the cultural shirt something that ordinary people can think of?

Xu Fei moved the chair next to her, What's missing?

You don't need to teach me.

Hurry up, what's the difference?

She puffed her lips and pointed at the drawing, Here.

He glanced at it, and found the crux of the matter, and said: Washing powder is a necessity for every household. It cannot be conceptualized, but must be life-oriented. Your idea is very good, but the problem is that you haven't figured it out. You have to make a short story. If it is sexual, it should be made into a popular science.

how to say?

First of all, you have to have an overall idea in your mind. For example, a man has a dinner with his colleagues, and the whole body is splashed with hot pot foam, and the colleagues yell, oops, white shirts are not easy to wash!

The man smiled and said nothing.

As soon as the camera turned, the man went home, and his wife came up to meet him, saying why it was dirty again? It doesn't matter, we have XX washing powder.

This is called storytelling. If you think about the beginning and lack of follow-up, it will appear blunt. Because the old men generally don't say, I have XX washing powder.

Or, at the beginning, take a few scenes of soiled clothes, and the narrator explains, In daily life, we always get dirty clothes, and oil stains are too stubborn and distressing.

This is the beginning of popular science.

Both of these can be used for your laundry storyboard.

In the end, everyone goes their own way. The story needs to be complete, and the popular science needs to be summarized?

Hey, savvy!

Chen Xiaoxu was very happy when he got the inspiration, and then sighed, It's always easy for you to do things. I thought I was quite smart, but the more I learn, the harder it is.

Isn't it great that you did this as a junior high school student?

You're still a junior high school student, and you're about to publish a book.

She snorted, threw away all the drawings, and took out a new stack.

What are you doing?

I'll think of another one.

Fine. Xu Fei checked the time. It was almost six o'clock, so he got up and said, I'll cook noodles tonight.

You want to cook?

You're both busy, so I'll do it.

Then, then you cut some shredded pork, put some potherb mustard, and make the topping wider.

Go to sleep, there is everything in the dream.

…………

The cold winter night came early, and it was already dark when Zhang Li returned home.

She is now the assistant of Jin Yusheng, the chief producer of Tang Minghuang, and there are five others in the same position, but the unit intends to train her, and she is responsible for the most things.

When the two were transferred to the work unit, Dongfang flashed after staying for a few days. They thought she would leave too, but the little girl persisted and learned from scratch, not afraid of hardship or tiredness.

For a 40-episode historical drama in the 1980s, the preparatory work can be imagined.

Zhang Li was exhausted, but she hadn't cooked dinner yet. Fortunately, there was food at home, so she didn't have to go to the market. As a result, as soon as she entered the yard, she found that the kitchen lights were on, crackling like an explosion.

What's wrong?

She ran in quickly, and Xu Fei shouted, Hurry up! Plates!

After passing the plate, the guy picked up the big spoon, wow, a plate of oily, silky, unrecognizable things fresh out of the oven.

What's this?

Shredded pork with pickled vegetables, pour it into the noodles, it will be noodles with shredded pork with pickled vegetables. Oops, I forgot to thicken it.

Zhang Li watched helplessly as he re-ignited the fire, put the vegetables back into the pot, and thickened the rice in a decent way. Followed by three big bowls of noodles, wow, poured again.

The toppings are rich and savory.

Two minutes later, the three of them were sitting at the table. Teacher Xu was extremely proud, It's pretty good. It's the first time I did it well.

Xiao Xu was surprised, You really did it, I'll try it.

She picked it up with her chopsticks and blew on it. Zhang Li didn't move, just kept looking at an open jar in the corner.

Aren't you going to eat?

My stomach is cold, take it easy.

Then I ate.

The two took a big bite, stuffed it into their mouths at the same time, chewed at the same time, and wow at the same time!

Puff puff!

Bah bah!

Xiao Xu frowned, Where are you feeding Yan Biehu? You're killing me!

I didn't put much salt!

Teacher Xu was also surprised, and took another bite, Why is it so salty?

Did you get the pickled vegetables from there? Zhang Li pointed to the corner.

Yes what's the matter?

That's the pickles my aunt pickled.

...

The two non-human children showed suspicious, shocked and stunned expressions, which were very layered.

You are uneasy and kind, purely watching our jokes!

No, I feel cold, take it easy.

Zhang Li was about to stifle internal injuries, seeing Xiao Xu was about to rush over, she hurriedly said, Okay, okay, let me save it.

Things like xuelihong seem to be naturally suitable for making pickles, and can feed a nest of swallows. She poured out the toppings, boiled three eggs without adding salt, and even mixed the broth into the noodles.

With the original salty sauce, the taste is just right.

...

Seven o'clock after dinner.

It's not too late, but winter nights are always quiet, as if the whole world is asleep. The small courtyard is desolate, cats and dogs surround Yu Wen in the kitchen, and the curtains of the west room cast blurred shadows.

Xiao Xu continued his homework, Zhang Li was busy sorting out the materials, Xu Fei was on Luohan's bed, thinking with a small notebook, and writing a few notes from time to time.

The editor of the publishing house said that if you try the water in the newspaper first, then what you write in the first article is very important. According to the overall idea, the first article should talk about the theme of film and television dramas, divide the current works into types, and talk about who is good and who is bad.

But if you post a single article, it feels meaningless.

Hey, if my book is published, which part do you think readers will like? Such as theme, script, performance, persuasion, photography, etc. He asked.

Zhang Li thought for a while, Let's act, or be a star.

Yes, if you really write about acting skills, I'm afraid you won't have the patience to read it. They pay attention to celebrities. Xiao Xu said.

Makes sense.

Xu Fei had a sudden thought, and decided to start with the stars, ah no, let's start with the stars.

For a while, there was only the rustling sound of writing in the room.

Xiaoxu bought a desk lamp, which just covered the entire desk, the white light stretched upwards, and was swallowed by the dim yellow in the middle of the sky.

The dimness comes from the light bulb on the shed, which has never been very bright, but it is fine when not reading a book. It is very old and warm like the fire shining from the stove cover.

Zhang Li wrote for a while, then suddenly sighed softly.

After another short while, Xiao Xu asked, What's wrong?

The director wanted He Qing to play Concubine Yang. When He Qing heard that it would be filmed for three years, she refused. I searched through the information of actresses, but I couldn't find a suitable one.

You can do it, isn't Baochai like Concubine Yang?

I'm telling you the truth.

What I'm saying is serious.

Don't look for the fat ones, try the thin ones, and then you'll just gain weight. Xu Fei said casually.

Gain weight?

Zhang Li blinked, and immediately became excited, now there are more targets.

Googling!

Googling!

The pot on the stove was beeping again, she stretched her waist and stood up: Do you still want to drink water?

Pour me some.

Xiao Xu stretched out a teacup.

The scalding water rushed into the cup, and the heat rose, making the room seem a little warmer. She sniffed it, closed her eyes and pretended to be intoxicated, Mmm↗↘, thank you!

Zhang Li twisted her face, wiped her body for Xu Fei.

Thanks!

Teacher Xu took a sip, and the brew was still thick and fragrant. This is the best black tea, just from the tea party. Drink two cups in winter when you have nothing to do.

Holding the cup in his hand, he knocked on the case table suddenly, Stop for a moment, let's have a small meeting. Well, it will be the Spring Festival in a few days. This year's situation is quite special. There is only one chef. Let's study a few Vegetables, I'll go buy them tomorrow.

Make twelve, four cold and eight hot, eight hot with four meat and four vegetables, I want to eat braised prawns, squirrel mandarin fish, braised pork knuckles, sweet and sour pork ribs...

Xiao Xu started reporting the names of the dishes. Zhang Li ignored her and thought about it: An even number is fine, let's make eight. I want two fish dishes, two vegetarian dishes, one soup, and one pig's trotter. What else do you want to eat?

Get another chicken and prawns. The prawns may not be available. I'll go and have a look tomorrow. If I don't have them, I'll put them all together.

So happy to be sure.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xu Fei said, Okay, I'll go back. Look at the stove, don't cry in the middle of the night.

The two of them looked at the time, it was indeed time to rest, put away their homework and prepare to wash up.

Hey, where's the washbasin?

Have you put the clothes outside to dry?

I'll take it.

Xu Fei, who had just left the house, responded, found a basin to rinse, picked up the pot casually, and dumped half of the basin.

Need not……

Just as Zhang Li was about to stop her, the water had already been brought, and the people went out, so she couldn't help but exchange a glance with Xiao Xu, silently took off her shoes and socks, and washed herself.

The night was quiet and dark.

She curled up under the quilt and didn't feel cold at all, the tea in her stomach seemed undigested, but the warmth permeated her whole body, her muscles relaxed, her muscles and bones were comfortable, and she didn't feel tired at all.

This should be the first time to get along without any external disturbance, but it seems to have formed after a long, long time of running-in.

...

She closed her eyes and thought about it, and turned over carefully beside her, but she didn't sleep.

(The old group is full, add a new group, the group number is in the introduction.)