Chapter 298: laity

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"thump!"
"Boom!"
Xu Fei suddenly plunged into the water, swam back and forth in a non-standard posture, and climbed wet to the shore.
A vote of middle-aged oil men turned their heads and felt ashamed.
"Swimming is really good, release the pressure."
As soon as he lay down on the chair, his two long legs stretched out. "After finishing standing for me, I have to exercise."
"How is your show schedule?"
The old horse was tinkering with the tea set next to it. The small tea cup was small and made seven or eight cups.
"Wait for the review and rehearse next year."
Teacher Xu waited for her body to warm up before drinking a cup of tea and looking at the huge pool area.
"Yes, although I don't wear a swimsuit."
Suddenly Wang Shuo interrupted and shook his neck, shouting, "Miss! Miss!"
Xu Fei was stunned and saw a waiter in uniform coming over to realize that he wanted to split.
"Help us book a private room and go to dinner later. Can this be ordered?"
"Yes."
"Then order first."
A group of people started to study the recipe. Teacher Xu was amazing. "Are you making so much money now? Any five-star order?"
Ma Wei despised, "Where is Hai Yan, who will pay the bill?"
"Oh, rubbing rice!" He suddenly.
"Something to unite and love is not so vulgar."
Wang Shuo also despised and educated: "This is knowledgeable, don't deliberately. Eat slowly after a while, the place is next to the office, the door opens, and Hai Yan greets as soon as he passes by. People come in and look, woo! For dinner, did you say he was embarrassed not to sign the order? "
Ouch!
Teacher Xu shook his head. I'm worth a million to accompany you to rub your rice here?
But for the first time, I went to the village to follow the custom.
For a while, I will continue to chat over there, and Wang Shuo is the core. Lao Ma narrowed his eyes to drink tea, and occasionally inserted a sentence, he was not interested in taking part, read this book.
"The Chinese go to the United States to cure the disease, and the people of this big country have this preference. Once they reach other people's sites, they are ill.
My buddy went abroad for the first two years, and came back a while ago. I took a look at it, lying down and teaching. I said how did you believe? He said he did not know he was small, and he did not know his sin.
Pulling the jewel egg, Ya is afraid of death!
I tell you, the Chinese are most afraid of death, but they have no bone to believe in. They have talked about their ancestors for thousands of years. All are monks outside, telling you to have faith, to have a full spiritual spirit, and to believe in heaven, is to find a place to vent for fear of death.
In fact, they are not as good as the ancestors of the Chinese. They did n’t go to heaven, they just stayed on the card, and by the way, they can also bless their children and grandchildren. "
"Fear of dying, that is, dying of death and falling, consciousness disappears, and you can't feel the world. So you get something mysterious to comfort yourself."
"Yes, Westerners talk about individuals and go to heaven. Chinese people talk about family ancestry and died into ancestors."
"So the Chinese are really, the first buddy who made his ancestors is called Niu Ni, and he knows the needs of the masses ..."
Wang Shuokan was very high, frowning and dancing, conscious of the sun, but he saw that there was an unheard person there and shouted, "What do you particularly see?"
"Just look at it, you continue."
Xu Fei shook the book.
Wang Shuo's eyes were sharp, "Snow, Snow Mountain Flying Fox? Lying Trough, do you read martial arts novels?"
Buzz!
A group of writers are all excited, all of them are literary figures, basically can't look down on martial arts.
"Why do you still look at this? Hong Kong and Taiwan writers have nothing to watch, especially Jin Yong Qiong Yao. Qiong Yao's readership is a group of young, insane, and inferior to the playful Zhang Ailing."
"Jin Yong is pure in the way of those old novels. If he can say what he can say clearly, he can't make it clear. No one can kill anyone. When it comes to death, it will fall from the sky and a block will be boring."
"And the martial arts are so ridiculous, the war in Afghanistan has been withdrawn, and they still come to this set? Fake, aren't they coming in and flying around?"
"Xiao Xu, your vision has always been good, now it's vulgar!"
This is the literary world of the 1980s.
Teacher Xu felt that she had fallen into Hermitage and was a layman in the world. Both are seniors who are old, and he is not good enough, "Sheng Cheng, I will go home and watch again."
"No! At first glance, the martial arts mixed in with us, and he fell."
"Yes, I have to check out later!"
This group of people has a joke element, and it also has the meaning of training young.
Teacher Xu put the books together and smiled, "OK, then say something else.
You just talked about death, right?
In fact, everyone knows that death is unavoidable, so that you can stay in this world for a while. What faith, ancestors, that thing is too far away, and no one knows if it does n’t really die once.
From the most realistic point of view, I think the death of a person has to go through at least three stages. "
"What should I say?" Everyone was interested.
"First, when your heart stops and your breathing disappears, this is medical death.
Second, when you hold a memorial service, people wear black clothes to attend the funeral. They announced that you have left. This is a death in social relations.
The third, the last person in the world who remembers you, forgets you. This is death in emotional memory.
In a person's life, it is necessary to go through these three times before disappearing completely.
But for some people, there is a more continuous way of existence. Music, film and television, literary history, textbooks ... if they are great enough, they may never die. "
"..."
In silence, Xu Fei looked at the time and stood up, "Okay, let's eat!"
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Youth Press.
The credibility is still acceptable, and the second half is the second half. Xu Fei got the official version of "On the Self-Cultivation of Movies and TV Dramas" and couldn't put it down.
The cover was redesigned as he intended, and the girdle was also proper. It read:
"A dozen famous experts jointly recommend and understand the appreciation of film and television arts."
"Wang Shuo: Don't take the audience for inappropriate dishes"
"Mo Yan: An Introduction to Movie Lovers"
"Ge You: He taught me how to act"
In fact, the editor felt very ashamed. He had never done this before and asked: "Teacher Xu, if there is no opinion, we will officially release it in a few days."
"How are you going to sell?"
"Just in the bookstores."
"Gone?"
"..."
The editor was tired, "What do you want?"
"It's better to get a reader to meet, now let go?"
"Let is let, but this ..."
"Oh, just help you talk about the time and place, and I will leave it to myself."
Xu Fei was going to engage in a signing event. Now only leaders can sign. Stars and writers will be scolded if they want to sign.
It was not until the popular songs in the 1990s became popular, the forces of Hong Kong and Taiwan invaded, and the earliest batch of brainwashing fans appeared that brought this signature culture.
"Mother-in-law, I want to listen to" Lighting the Stars. ""
"Oh, light up, I will sing too."
That's it.
Teacher Xu published the book at his own expense, publicized it at his own expense, and contacted Yu Jiajia, so the "Beijing Youth Daily" began to draw again:
"" On the self-cultivation of film and television dramas "will be officially released in five days, and a readers’ exchange will be held. From today, you can sign up to participate, and finally select 20 ...
Time: August 2nd, 9am
Location: No. 28, Daju Alley, Dongcheng District
(and also……)