Since 1983

Ever since Xu Fei crossed over, he found that every old man he knew could cook, except his own father.

Zhao Baogang tidied up the few vegetables left in the kitchen, and actually set out four plates, which looked quite decent.

The three of them sat in the back room, around a small table, with water burning on the stove, the fine snow was falling outside, and the winter night was bleak.

Zhao Baogang was someone who could cry when Mr. Luo Yusheng sang "Restructuring the Mountains and Rivers". He rubbed his hands and laughed until his facial features huddled together.

"A building has the convenience of a building. At least the toilet can be flushed, and there is no need to build a stove." Xu Fei said.

"Hey, I heard that a gas supply station is going to be built in this area. It's better to get a tank of liquefied gas than you to burn briquettes." Feng Pants said.

"The gas is not easy to handle, right?"

"It's okay, I have a buddy who just does this, I'll go get in touch." Zhao Baogang patted his chest.

"Thank you then, come!"

He picked up the wine bottle, poured three and a half bowls, touched it, and took a deep sip.

Feng Pants put down the bowl, heaved a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "The last time I came here, I was really presumptuous, and I didn't have a good time talking. Now that the team has been established and the positions have been divided, the two of us are here to ask for advice. This "Plainclothes Police "What's the idea?"

"Don't dare to ask for advice, just to communicate together. You two have read the original book, what do you think first?" Xu Fei smiled.

"Plainclothes Police" is about 400,000 words. With today's online reading efficiency, it can be read in a few hours.

The story takes place in a fictional city—Nanzhou City, in 1976.

The protagonist is Zhou Zhiming, a plainclothes policeman in the Investigation Division of the Public Security Bureau.

The Nanzhou Public Security Bureau arrested a Wanwan agent named Xu Bangcheng, who falsely claimed that he would meet a small team at the border to enter the country. So deputy director Gan, the army representative, personally led the team to the border, but Xu Bangcheng took the opportunity to escape, and Zhou Zhiming killed him while chasing him. The clues were interrupted, and his real purpose was unknown.

During one duty, another plainclothes officer took pictures of two people mailing leaflets with a camera. Zhou Zhiming discovered that one of them was Shi Jihong, the sister of his girlfriend Shi Xiaomeng, and the other was his childhood friend An Cheng.

Firstly, he wanted to protect the two of them, and secondly, he felt that there was nothing wrong with the mourning activities, so he deliberately exposed the film. Later, in order not to implicate that colleague, he took the initiative to admit his behavior to the leader.

After a series of stories, he finally caught another secret agent lurking in Nanzhou City, and finally got married with Shi Xiaomeng.

This novel bears a distinct imprint of the times, and many plots happened in previous years. For example, the Nanzhou Public Security Bureau is obviously the Beijing Public Security Bureau.

"Tsk, let me tell you..."

Feng's trousers scratched his chin and took a bite of food, "Zhou Zhiming is different from the previous image of a policeman, and he has a tragic color on him. Well, I drew something, and you can take care of it."

He dug out a few drawings from his briefcase, and Xu Fei was delighted to see them.

Those are a few portraits of people, the color tone is blue with a little black, as if the sky is getting dark before it gets dark, or it’s getting bright before it’s bright—it’s a replica of Xu Fei’s paintings.

Feng Pants didn't blush at all, and said: "The inspiration is also from you. I want to make the tone of this work darker and colder, which can better reflect Zhou Zhiming's loneliness and despair."

"Good idea, but one problem is overlooked."

Xu Fei took a look, "Most of our current TVs are black and white, and the size is small, so you can't see clearly. If you make it dark, it will basically make your eyes black. How do you make the common people like it?"

"Eh, yes!"

Zhao Baogang slapped the table, "I didn't expect that!"

"..."

Feng Pants blinked for a long time, then nodded, "I really didn't expect it, I was taught."

As I said earlier, people in the Beijing circle make friends with each other, but they have to know what they want. Xu Fei looked at it now, although Zhao Baogang also had a heart, but he was much better than this guy. This guy has the same virtue as an old horse, and he will trap people with his listlessness.

"Then, in your opinion, how should this play be done?" He asked again.

"Realist themes focus on life and authenticity. The art work should be invisible and hidden in it. Once people feel, 'Oh, this set is good.' That's bad. What you made exceeds the overall style."

Xu Fei said that seven points and three points are reserved, and he is not afraid of being imitated by him, and he knows what is in his stomach.

"However, your cool-toned idea is actually okay, for example, in certain plots, it has the effect of enhancing the atmosphere.

Honestly, there's not much use for us to discuss here. In the final analysis, we work with the director. We will see the director in a few days, and she will set the tone, and we will study how to do it in detail. "

"Well, that's the reason. We'll talk about it after meeting the director."

Feng Trousers took a sip of his wine, stretched out his hand and patted Zhao Baogang again, and said with a smile, "You will definitely succeed this time. Director Lin treats you like his son, so I can't wrong you."

"Hey, there is no sign of horoscope!"

Zhao Baogang said it with his mouth, but his face was full of complacency and anticipation.

He poured some wine for Xu Fei, and said sincerely, "I didn't realize it much before, but when I heard it close up today, I found out that you're talking too clearly. You are capable, I'm old enough to live in vain."

"Don't praise me, it's just that I read a lot of books. Look how good the reading room is in that station. There are so many internal materials that are treasures. It's a pity that everyone doesn't pay attention to them."

Xu Fei touched him.

"Hehe, the ancients said that there were good scholars in talking and laughing, but there were no casual contacts. You are called a good scholar in talking and laughing, and there are no casual contacts. If you don't dislike it, you will have to visit often in the future."

Feng Pants is like this, it makes you feel comfortable and learned the skills.

The three of them ate and drank, drank and talked a lot.

"I used to dig sand in the factory. There were more than 30 people in my class, and there were only a dozen left when I left. My biggest wish at that time was to avoid work-related injuries. Once injured, this life would be over."

Zhao Baogang blushed and became emotional, "I'm just shameless. When I went to audition for "Four Generations Under One Roof", Director Lin asked me, who do you want to play? Anyone can play well.

As a result, I found out later that Chen Baoguo was right in front of me. No one dared to say such a thing. "

Chen Baoguo is already a well-known actor. In 1983, he won the Best Actor Award at the first Golden Eagle Award for "Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Blue Purple".

"I'm here, and I've been working here for two years as a dramatist. Who the hell likes to serve people with tea and water..."

Zhao Baogang got more and more on the top, with a crying voice, "We are low-educated and have no skills, so we have to do this. But it doesn't matter, I can learn, and I will wait for the opportunity sooner or later."

"What do you want to do while waiting for the opportunity?" Xu Fei looked at the passionate young man and asked.

"I originally wanted to be an actor, but now I don't think this is the material. I think the director is very good. Hey, I still have a book, which is all written by myself..."

Staring in a daze, he snatched the bag from Feng's trousers and dug in it. After digging for a long time, he still wondered, "Hey, where's my book? Where's my book?"

"Okay, don't be so embarrassing!" Feng Pants hugged his head.

"Fuck, how many times did you hit me?" Then they began to scold.

"Come, come, drink, drink."

Xu Fei didn't want to smash his house down and give it up again, so Zhao Baogang sat down again, acting like a normal person.

"Come on, do it!"

"Dry!"

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