Since 1983

The weather at the end of May is getting hotter and hotter, and the tropical zone is stuffy. This year, it is drier and less rainy.

At night, Xu Fei sat in his small room, facing the open window, and there was a plate of mosquito coils on the bodhi leaf incense plate, eh, yes, the antiques from the Daoguang period were used to put mosquito coils.

Behind is the bed, pulling a tight mosquito net.

With the dim light on, he was scribbling furiously on the manuscript paper, and he had already written seven or eight pages. Since his rebirth, it was the first time he wrote something seriously.

"Boom!"

Chen Xiaoqiao brushed past the courtyard door, ran in frantically, ran directly into the house, followed by aunt's roar.

"I don't see anyone after school, I don't know how to eat, and when I come back, I look like a monkey with burnt butt, I say you!"

"Oh, I'm watching TV!"

"Let's watch after eating!"

"Take it here, it's the last episode of "Shanghai Beach"!"

"What happened to the last episode, hey, then I'll watch it too..."

The doors of the rooms are all open, and there is no soundproofing, and the familiar song "The waves are running, the river is endless..."

"Shanghai Bund" was produced in 1980, and it was first introduced by Guangdong Provincial TV Station this year, and then it was broadcast across the country, quickly setting off a frenzy.

The "empty alley" that has been complained by countless people was born here.

It's not a joke, as soon as it's playing time, there's really no one outside. In the past two years, the number of TV sets in China has increased rapidly. This year, there are 50 million TV sets and about 200 million viewers.

Even in Pinggu on the outskirts of Beijing, the Pinggu where Pinggu is a bit popular, the first color TV village appeared.

Chen Xiaoqiao is a standard TV fan. At first, she dragged Xu Fei to watch it together, but she gave up when she saw that he was really not interested. But at this time, listening to the sounds of "Cheng Cheng", "Wen Qiang", "Papa Papa"...

Xu Fei smiled, truly felt the wonder of traveling through time and space, and continued to write his own things.

When the last word was written, Chen Xiaoqiao suddenly ran out crying, "Woo, Xu Wenqiang is dead!"

"Why are you crying when he dies?"

"How could he die? How could he die? He hasn't been with Cheng Cheng yet..."

It was the first time Chen Xiaoqiao saw someone in love like this. Xu Wenqiang was walking in the snow with a black coat and a white scarf holding an umbrella, but the girl was married to someone else. She turned away in the church with tears in her eyes, and was finally shot dead in the street. .

Oh, it's like poison!

Seeing the child crying and wiping away his tears, Xu Fei gave him a bottle of Arctic Ocean orange soda, and said with a smile, "Okay, that's all fiction. After crying, go back to do your homework."

"Whoa, I, I don't do my homework."

"How can you do without homework, you have to study hard."

"I stopped reading after finishing junior high school this year, so why write it?"

"Um?"

After hearing this, Xu Fei quickly asked, "Who didn't let you read it?"

"My mother, my father..."

Chen Xiaoqiao took a sip of soda and said: "It is said that my grades are not good, and studying is useless. After graduation, I will learn to drive with my second uncle. In the future, I will make money by doing long-distance transportation."

"Then what do you think?"

"I think it's okay. What's the use of studying now? Haven't you heard people say that those who make atomic bombs are not as good as those who sell tea eggs?"

"..."

Xu Fei was speechless.

With the deepening of reform and opening up, people's inherent concepts have been subverted time and time again, the whole society is in a state of confusion and impetuousness, and the phenomenon of brain and body hanging upside down has become more and more serious.

For example, a survey conducted by China Youth Daily: the most popular occupations are taxi drivers, self-employed and chefs, while scientists, doctors and teachers are at the bottom.

Xu Fei was an outsider, so he said, "I suggest you continue your studies. It's fine if you don't get into college and get a technical secondary school. Even if you're in business, don't do any transportation. You're a waste of time just driving."

Chen Xiaoqiao was quite convinced by the boss, and said: "Actually, I also think driving is boring, and it's more exciting to do business with you, hey..."

He suddenly lowered his voice furtively, "When I was watching "Shanghai Beach", I came up with an idea, just the socks that Feng Chengcheng wore, white high-waisted ones, and then rolled up. Girls in our class like them, but the market doesn't sell them." , Boss, can we do it again?"

"Hey, you're out of your mind! But the profits on socks are thin, and you can't make much money even if you spend half a day's work,"

Xu Fei thought for a while and said, "If you really want to do it, you can set up a stall during the summer vacation. You can sell Feng Chengcheng's socks, hair flowers, and hair cards. I'll pay you the cost and earn 50% of the money. How about it?"

"elder brother……"

Chen Xiaoqiao was really moved.

"Don't leave behind the car. Driving is an important skill. If you want to learn it, learn it first."

"Well, I listen to you."

Chen Xiaoqiao was very well-behaved, she nodded repeatedly, and then she glanced abruptly and saw the manuscript paper on the table, "Hey brother, are you writing "Shanghai Beach"? Let me have a look."

"Go, you don't understand this, go play by yourself and don't disturb me first."

Xu Fei put away the manuscript paper and threw him out.

…………

"good!"

"pass!"

At Xiangshan Studio, Wang Fulin finished filming a scene and called everyone over, "The scene in the studio is over for the time being, you go back and get ready, and go to Hangzhou tomorrow."

Everyone responded, packed up their props, removed their make-up and changed into their clothes.

Wang Fulin sat on the chair without moving, recalling the shooting experience in the past few months. Although there were twists and turns, he was generally satisfied. The only problem was the lack of funds.

"How do you feel, can you hold on?" Dai Linfeng, who was visiting the class, came over.

"I can hold on, but I'm afraid that Dahui's side will be stretched."

Wang Fulin sighed, and said: "We have saved to the maximum, but if we can't find financial support, I'm afraid the filming will stop in half a year."

"I'll try my best to figure it out."

Dai Linfeng was aware of the financial situation of the crew, but CCTV was indeed poor, otherwise it wouldn't have let the radio and television pay for it. And he also heard the news that Beijing Film Studio seemed to be interested in "Dream of Red Mansions" and wanted to make a movie version.

Of course, I'm not sure, I just heard that there is such a trend.

He didn't dare to tell Wang Fulin, fearing that the pressure would be even greater, so he chatted casually.

Finally, Dai Linfeng turned around, and suddenly saw Chen Xiaoxu standing nearby, as if waiting for a long time, he couldn't help laughing and said: "You girl, I'm so old, you deliberately scare me?"

"How dare I scare you, I'm here with a mission."

Chen Xiaoxu held up a stack of manuscript paper and said, "This is written by Xu Fei, and I asked you to point it out."

"Oh? Why doesn't he give it to me himself?"

"He didn't know when you would come, so he asked me to pass it on."

Dai Linfeng took the manuscript paper and looked at it, with a delicate expression, "Did he say anything else?"

"He said that if you read it well, he would have the courage to write a few more articles. Please correct me."

"Then have you read it?"

"I can't understand...Okay, I have completed the task and let's go."

Chen Xiaoxu wandered off in a flash.

...

That night.

When Dai Linfeng returned home, after dinner, the first thing he did was make a cup of tea and sit at the desk. He took out the manuscript paper, there were more than a dozen pages, more than 10,000 words, written with a pen, and the handwriting was very beautiful.

The title is "Looking at the Dual Attributes and Cultural Export of Film and Television Works from "Shanghai Bund"."

(and in the evening...)