Since 1983

Xu Fei didn't want to talk about storytelling.

In other words, he didn't think about what to do in the future.

Under the background of this special era, it seems that it is not reliable to do anything, especially commercial activities. In fact, in 1981, the country officially recognized self-employed people in cities and towns, but they were generally conservative and had too much shit.

So it’s okay to make small troubles, but it’s hard to grasp the scale if you do it big.

In his last life, he was a post-85 generation. After his rebirth, he was in a very confused state, trying to find familiar traces in various things, so as to gain a slight sense of security.

This state has continued to this day, seeing the news of Dream of Red Mansions published on Popular TV. As the backbone of an entertaining media company, he admits that his heart skipped a beat because this is the field he is most familiar with and most interested in.

In the words of the Chinese people: Come here, you have to play it!

But at this moment, when he confided his thoughts, the dinner table fell into a subtle silence.

Xu Xiaowen and Zhang Guiqin heard about this hot news, they had the same thoughts, their first reaction was You must not be able to do it, boy, his son knew it well, idleness does not seek to make progress, nothing but looks good.

But subconsciously, I felt It's not bad to try, what if I choose?

In this entanglement, the two of them didn't know how to reply for a moment, Shan Tianfang said: Xiaowen, Guiqin, it's rare for a child to be so motivated, I think we should support it, it's not a bad thing after all.

This kid is not good at storytelling, but his appearance is not bad. When it comes to acting, you have to look at his appearance first. Besides, the child is also an adult, so he has to go out to see the world, it doesn't matter if he can't be selected, we have nothing to lose...

With the help of the big brother at the side, the couple's minds came alive, and this confirmation was actually more urgent than the parties involved.

Okay! You can write a letter at night and bring a few more photos. Don't you still have the photos you took last time? I'll post them tomorrow.

If you can't play Jia Baoyu, you can play anything else, as long as you are chosen, it will give us a face.

That's A Dream of Red Mansions!

Yes, A Dream of Red Mansions!

Xu Fei looked at the rapidly heated dinner table, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, not to mention money or not, for people of this era, being able to participate in a masterpiece is a great honor in itself.

Thinking about the shooting of Journey to the West has also started, if I wear it last year, maybe I can mix a little trick in it.

Suddenly he felt a little sad. Although the sixth school has declined, he will always remember the years of passion and passion that blossomed everywhere.

Alas, gone forever.

…………

After dinner, night fell, and the alley gradually became lively again.

Television sets are still a rarity, and leisure life is very boring. Men gather to play chess and chat, and women walk around the street, tinkering and chatting about household chores.

The children ran from one end to the other, and then from the other end to this end, with nothing but joy.

It was a bit stuffy tonight, so Xu Fei wiped it inside and out with a wet towel. Wearing a vest and shorts, and pulling on his slippers, he wobbled into the back room.

He took out a piece of letter paper and meditated with a pen.

He has watched the 87 version of Dream of Red Mansions countless times, including interviews and behind-the-scenes footage of various programs. If he remembers correctly, Dream of Red Mansions should set up a preparatory team in February this year, a screenwriting team in May, and an advisory committee in August, including Cao Yu, Shen Congwen, Zhou Ruchang, Qi Gong and other big names.

At this stage, ordinary people recommend themselves, and the crew will go to various places to actively select at the end of the year. After thinking about it again and again, he decided to be more high-profile, so he wrote:

Dear leaders and teachers,

My name is Xu Fei, I am eighteen years old, and I am a storytelling actor in Ancheng Quyi Troupe. I have loved reading since I was a child, especially classics. When I heard the news about the selection of actors for the film crew, I couldn't help but think a lot. I was worried for a long time and finally plucked up the courage to write this letter...

The content is quite long, and it mainly expresses two points. One is that I have read Dream of Red Mansions myself, and the other is that it shows some views on Dream of Red Mansions in depth.

Because as far as he knew, most of the young people selected by the crew had never read the original work. So I have an advantage, coupled with my young age and good looks, I am basically about the same.

He folded the letter paper, then took out an old photo of the original owner and stuffed it in. When the glue was used up, he made some rice grains to stick it together, and then stamped it.

This is the zodiac stamp issued at the beginning of the year. The main picture is a dark brown fat pig with longevity peaches on its body, which is very similar to the folk paper-cut style. On the left side is written the Chinese character Guihai Year.

The designer is Han Meilin, and his most famous works are Fuwa and Monkey Sailei, um...

Xu Fei didn't pay attention at first, but when he glanced at the stamp, his heart suddenly moved, and he slapped his thigh suddenly, Oh, how did I forget this!

In an instant, a sense of excitement washed over Panjiayuan's whole body. Ya wore big underpants and stepped around the room a few times, waving her arms, as if every cell was jumping with joy.

Virtue!

A crisp and sharp voice drifted in inadvertently, accompanied by the early summer breeze, small bugs were rustling outside the window.

Xu Fei ignored it, suppressed his anger, and then gave the other side a sideways glance:

It was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a floral blue cloth gown, with a high nose, slender eyebrows, and a single braid that was thrown over her shoulders just right.

Who let you in?

Do I need your permission to enter the house?

This is my place.

Your place is outside!

After a few words of habitual bickering, the girl leaned over in small steps, and sat on the chair as if she was no stranger to her, her eyes rolled, and she just landed on the envelope.

Who do you write to?

See for yourself.

Xu Fei threw the letter over, and the other party looked at it, a little surprised: You signed up too?

how?

I just wrote a letter during the day.

She smiled proudly, I wrote three pages, and I even attached a poem.

Follow me, show me what? Which role do you want to play?

I won't tell you.

whispering sound! You don't even know if you tell me!

Xu Fei curled his lips, picked up the thermos pot and poured a mug of hot water, rolled it, and a layer of cheap tea foam rolled up. In Beijing dialect, this is called Gao Sui.

He took a sip, and a strong bitter taste rushed straight into his brain, and he immediately became more energetic.

...

The girl looked at him, and the more she looked at him, the more disgusted she became, Why are you drinking tea like an old man recently?

Drinking tea is good for your health.

But your tea isn't very good either.

It's okay if you don't take it apart, I don't have the turn to drink good tea.

What does it mean to be difficult?

I won't tell you.

Hey!

The girl raised her eyebrows. This guy used to be pretty good, but for some reason recently, every time we meet, he always quarrels with her, and even fights with each other.

In short, it is very annoying, why is it so annoying!

By the way, this girl is the same age as me, and her family is also in the folk art circle, and there is a younger sister who is four years younger.

She is in the drama troupe, her father is in the Beijing opera troupe, and her mother is in the song and dance troupe. She has a very good relationship with Zhang Guiqin and often walks around. The two know each other well, and they can be regarded as having played together since childhood.

And now she gets angry and doesn't want to care about others, seeing a handful of melon seeds scattered on the table, she grabs them and eats them. Xu Fei was also completely unconscious, and continued to drink tea in suspense.

After sitting for a while, I heard a woman shouting outside: Xiao Xu, let's go!

Eh!

She stood up and walked to the door, then turned her head suddenly and raised her voice deliberately, Hey, when will you pay back the cigarette ticket you borrowed from my dad?

Hush your voice!

Shocked, Xu Fei glanced out the window with a guilty conscience, Your father didn't even want it, so why are you urging?

You don't have to pay back things you borrow, why don't you use your own ticket?

Didn't I hand it in, and I'll pay you back when I save it. Besides, smoking is not a good thing. If I smoke more, your dad can smoke less. You have to thank me.

Bah! A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory, so I'm leaving!

Don't you bring some melon seeds?

Yeah, forgot!

The girl wiped it back, pulled the remaining melon seeds, then flicked the braids, and slapped out of the room.

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