Since 1983

"Is there a station?"

"Is there a station?"

Xu Fei was standing behind the house, holding something like a bamboo pole with a fishbone-shaped antenna on it, turning it around, asking, turning around, asking.

Even though there was a rear window across, Zhang Guiqin had to send a message on the kang, "Is there a platform?"

Xu Xiaowen slapped a black and white TV with a sad face, "No, no, hey, I got it just now..."

"Just now." Zhang Guiqin turned her head again, enjoying it.

Xu Fei turned around.

"Hey, there is, there is, don't move!"

"Is it CCTV?"

"It's CCTV!"

"Are there any snowflakes?"

"Not big."

"Then I'm going in."

Xu Fei wandered into the room and saw that a Beijing opera was playing on the 14-inch black and white TV. Parents sat on the kang, looking at it happily, the picture quality is indescribable, and because the size is too small, the viewing experience is not very pleasant.

There are very few TV programs at the moment, and they all use documentaries, news, and operas to make up the number, supplemented by a small amount of TV dramas.

In the 1970s, only the central and provincial stations were allowed to establish city and county stations last year, but the transmission technology could not keep up, and now it is in the transition stage from shared antennas to cables, which is very immature.

Xu Xiaowen is also proud, he can move back a TV in a month, and he still has a lot of spare money, which shows the dignity and status of the head of the family.

He and Xu Fei traveled around the world, almost all over the province, performed more than 20 performances, and came back only two days before the Spring Festival.

Xu Fei mixed more than 200 yuan, Xu Xiaowen 800 or 900 yuan, and Shan Tianfang was naturally the highest, and everyone tasted the sweetness. The neighbor Zhang's family also belongs to the Quyi Troupe. They are in the same team as Zhang Hefang, and they also moved a TV back.

All in all, everyone in the group should be happy this year.

"Everyone says the Spring Festival Gala is beautiful, I have to see what it looks like today, and don't turn off the TV." Zhang Guiqin watched it for a while, feeling very satisfied.

"I'm not doing anything good. You won't sleep when you buy a color TV in the future? Don't forget to cook later, I'll go out for a stroll."

Xu Xiaowen never cooks, just put on a big padded jacket and go out.

The relatives of the two are basically in the countryside, and they drifted away when they were engaged in sports, and they don't have much contact with each other now. As for the custom in the Northeast, it is generally best to have a meal at noon, and then meet God at night, and then eat dumplings.

Zhang Guiqin had already prepared the new year's goods, and pulled out a whole chicken, two frozen fish, and a large piece of pork from the snowdrift in the yard.

Under the window root, there is a field of sticky bean buns and frozen pears, melon seeds, peanuts, and candied snacks are also placed on the kang table early. The neighbor Zhang’s house is also lively. They use axes here and saws there. I don’t know if I thought the yard was for carpentry...

Xu Fei had never experienced this before, and he was having such a good time, that he even put off the idea of ​​buying a refrigerator.

Zhang Guiqin was even busier without touching the floor. He put the chicken into the big stove and steamed the whole thing, and the pork was stewed in the big pot.

The husband and wife have lived such a long life, which is probably the most prosperous Spring Festival.

"I was very poor when I was a child. It would be nice to be able to eat meat all year round. At that time, your grandma fried the oil residue and put it in a basket on the ceiling, so that the children would steal it. Also, your grandpa sent some candy to us. They all went out, and the two of them ate inside the house. I shouted outside... Ouch, the conditions are so good now, who would have thought of it?"

Xu Fei just listened to his mother talking about ancient times, and it was quite fresh, but he just looked at it and didn't help, because he didn't know how to cook.

Hey, can you believe that the hero can't cook? ? ?

When the meal was almost ready, Xu Xiaowen also came back, and the three of them had a hearty meal. Then came the free time, the father drank some wine, squinted on the kang, relatives and neighbors, those who were close started to rush out the door.

Just as Zhang Guiqin saw one off, Mother Chen brought Chen Xiaoxu and Chen Xiaoyang over.

The adults were talking in the inner room, while Xu Fei was in the outer room. The girl was eating melon seeds, and complained while eating: "I heard that you went out to run in the rivers and lakes. You are really lucky, and you came back with all your hands and feet."

Xu Fei grabbed some preserved fruit and gave it to Xiao Soap, ah bah, gave it to Xiao Yang, and said with a smile, "I didn't like to go at first, but now that I think about it, I'm lucky to have gone, otherwise I wouldn't have seen it."

"Know what?"

"The people's love for old artists is really loud with drums and drums, with flags flying and crowds of people..."

Recalling the experience of this month, he still couldn't help feeling, "If we are literary and art workers in the future, we can do this."

"Don't put gold on your face. I may be a literary worker, but you are at best a showman."

"Then what's the matter? Those who play tricks will make money in the future, and even those who don't have tricks can make money lying down."

"Nonsense again, how can you make money if you have no skills?"

"Because people are stupid..."

Xu Fei shook his head, not wanting to mention these things, and asked, "What have you been up to lately?"

"What can I do, besides reading is reading."

Chen Xiaoxu couldn't help worrying again, and said: "It's the Chinese New Year, and there is still no news, will he lose the election?"

"I read in the newspaper that the second draft of the script has been completed, and the casting has gone well. I guess there will be a letter soon."

"What if not?"

"impossible."

"What if there is none?" She pursed her lips in a stubborn voice.

"How about we make a bet, there must be news before the end of spring. If I lose, I will treat you to dinner, and you can order from the best restaurant."

"Then what if I lose?"

"you lose……"

Xu Fei paused, and a stalk suddenly popped up in his head, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Pull out a weeping willow and show it to me."

"Why should I pull out the weeping willows?" Chen Xiaoxu was very puzzled.

"Because, because...it's okay, it's okay...you don't understand, you don't understand..."

He looked at the other party's cute face, and was more and more poked at the point of laughter, laughing like a fool.

"Going out for a trip, could it be that you are sick?"

The girl was a little scared, so she hurriedly ordered a few snacks, and pulled her sister away from her.

…………

On New Year's Eve, the three of them huddled together on a kang, ate dumplings stuffed with pork and celery, and watched the most original Spring Festival Gala.

It was opened last year, and it is only the second session this year. It is rough in all aspects, but it is definitely not as political as the later generations. It is fun and free-wheeling.

There are relatively few audience seats, and a few people sit at a round table. Suddenly, the roll call is called, and the guests get up and go up.

Even when Mr. Jiang and Mr. Li sang "Liu Hai Chops the Firewood", there were no props. Mr. Jiang saw a mop, took off his head, and went on stage with a stick.

This year's Spring Festival Gala is a classic, and many programs are familiar to everyone.

Master Ma's stand-up comedy "Universe Brand Cigarettes", Mr. Chen's "Eating Noodles", and Mr. Li's "Unforgettable Tonight" have also officially become regular repertoires...

Xu Xiaowen and Zhang Guiqin were so excited that they were not sleepy most of the night. Xu Fei gnawed on the frozen pear. Even though he had seen it thousands of times, he was miraculously integrated into this atmosphere, as if he had returned to his childhood.

At that time, it was still in the countryside, and the yard was full of snow. The children were wearing new padded jackets, with a few cents in their pockets, running around with snacks and small flowers, and were frightened by the cannons from time to time.

The adults are warming up on the kang at home, drinking and bragging, watching the Spring Festival Gala, mixed with all kinds of crying, persuading and laughing...

This is called Chinese New Year!