Chapter 270: The first day

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Every winter, northern people usually hang cotton door curtains.
There are many kinds of later generations, leather, canvas, soundproof cloth, and some can also add windows. It's not working now, I didn't get to that piece in detail.
Xu Fei lifted the curtain into the Westinghouse, wrapped in cold air, and was quickly dispersed by the fire.
Xiao Xu worked at his desk without raising his head. He picked up a few drawings at hand, very abstract villains.
Probably a man partying with colleagues, accidentally splashed with oil. Colleagues exclaimed Barabara, the man smiled confidently, I have XX washing powder.
"Isn't this good? How can it be changed?"
"The teacher said that the fun and the sense of the lens are not enough."
"He knows a fart, can the lens be made by first graders?"
"Return me!"
Xiaoxu grabbed the draft, "That is a strict requirement for me, and it can achieve 100 points. Why is 80 points satisfied?"
whispering sound!
Xu Fei pouted and pulled out a few more, and saw a washbasin, rubbing clothes with both hands, and then bubbling with water, the screen changed, and the dirty shirt became white and clean.
He looked not right, wondering: "You are planning and directing, why do you still have a shot?"
"I went to school from a book, let's try it first ..."
Xiao Xu stopped writing and said seriously: "Really, I didn't think of the advertisements before. But now watching TV and TV, I think it's too primitive. It's not as creative as selling cultural shirts."
"What's so new, is the t-shirt the average person can think of?"
Xu Fei moved the chair next to her. "Which one is worse?"
"You don't need to teach."
"Come on, which one is worse?"
She bulged her mouth and pointed at the drawing, "Here."
He glanced at it and found out the crux of the problem, saying: "Washing powder is a necessity for every household. It can't be conceptualized, it must be lived. You have a good idea, the problem is not clear, you have to make a short story Sexually, it is still popular science. "
"how to say?"
"First of all, you have to have an overall idea in mind, such as a man having a dinner with a colleague, splashing a hot pot of foam, the colleague yelled, oh, white shirt is not easy to wash!
The man smiled and said nothing.
As soon as the camera turned, the man went home, and his wife greeted him. Why did he get dirty again? It doesn't matter, we have XX washing powder.
This is called storytelling. If you think about the beginning, it lacks follow-up, so it looks blunt. Because the masters generally don't say, I have XX washing powder.
Or, at the beginning, take a few pictures of soiled clothes and narrate on ‘In daily life, we ca n’t help but get rid of clothes. Oil stains are too stubborn and distressing’.
This is the beginning of popular science.
Both of these can pick up your laundry mirror. "
"Finally, each way, the story must be complete, the science must summarize?"
"Eh, sensible!"
Chen Xiaoxu was inspired, very happy, and then sighed again, "You are always easy to do things, I thought I was very smart, who knows that learning more and more difficult.
"You did this for a junior high school student, is it already great?"
"You are still a junior high school student, you have to publish books."
She grunted, throwing away all the drawings and taking out a new stack.
"What are you doing?"
"I want another one."
Fine. Xu Fei looked at the time, it was almost six o'clock, and then stood up and said, "I cook noodles at night."
"You want to cook?"
"Both of you are busy, I will do it."
"Then, then you cut some shredded meat, put a little red in the snow, and the toppings are wider."
"Sleep, everything in your dreams."
…………
The winter night came early, and Zhang Li was already dark when he returned home.
She is now an assistant to the chief producer of "Ming Tang" Jin Yusheng. There are still five people in the same position, but the unit is interested in training and is responsible for most things.
When the two of them were transferred into the unit, Dongfang flashed for a few days, thinking that she would also leave. The little girl insisted on learning from scratch. She was not afraid of suffering or tiredness.
For the 40-episode historical drama in the 1980s, the preparation work can be imagined.
Zhang Li was exhausted, but he hadn't made dinner yet. Fortunately, he had food at home, so he didn't have to go to the market. As soon as she entered the hospital, she discovered that the kitchen was lit and the crackling was like an explosion.
"what happened?"
She hurried in, Xu Fei shouted: "Quickly! Plates and plates!"
Passing the plate, the goods picked up a big spoon, wow, a plate of oily, silky strips, nothing to see that something was freshly baked.
"what is this?"
"Xuecai shredded pork, when poured into the noodles, it is the shredded pork noodles. Oh, forgot to thicken it."
Zhang Li watched as he re-ignited, returned the dish to the pot, and ticked a bit of it. Three bowls of noodles followed, wow, and fall again.
The toppings are rich and the salty fragrance overflows.
Two minutes later, the three people sat at the table. Teacher Xu was extremely proud. "It's pretty good. It's good for the first time."
Xiao Xu was surprised, "You really did, I try."
She picked it with chopsticks and blew it on her lips. Zhang Li didn't move, and looked at an open jar in the corner.
"Don't you eat?"
"I'm chilling and I'm slowing."
"Then I ate."
The two took a big bite and stuffed it into their mouths at the same time, chewing at the same time, and at the same time wow!
"Puff puff!"
"Bah!"
Xiao Xu curled his eyebrows, "How about feeding Yan Yanhuohu? I'm dead!"
"I didn't put much salt!"
Teacher Xu was also surprised, and took another sip, "Why is it so salty?"
"Did you take Xuecai from there?" Zhang Li pointed to the corner.
"Yes what's the matter?"
"That's pickles pickled by my aunt."
"..."
The two children who do not eat the fireworks in the world show a suspicious, shocked and sudden expression, with a sense of hierarchy.
"You guys are uneasy and kind, just read our jokes innocently!"
"No, I'm chilling and slowing down."
Zhang Li quickly suffocated his internal injury, and when he saw that Xiao Xu was about to rush over, he hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll save it."
Such a thing as Xue Lihong seems to be naturally suitable for pickles, and can feed a nest of tigers. She poured out the topping and boiled three eggs from the pan without salt, even mixing the clear soup in the noodles.
The original salty juice tastes just right.
...
Have eaten at seven o'clock.
It's not too late, but the winter night is always quiet, as if the whole world is asleep. Xiao Suo in the small courtyard, cats and dogs surrounding Yu Wen in the kitchen, and the shadows on the curtains of the Westinghouse were blurred.
Xiao Xu continued to work, and Zhang Li was busy combing through the materials. Xu Fei was in Luohan's bed, thinking with a small book, and writing a few strokes from time to time.
The editor of the publishing house said that it is important to write the first article in the newspaper first. According to the overall concept, the first chapter should talk about the theme of film and television dramas, divide the current works into types, and talk about who is superior and who is inferior.
But it doesn't make much sense to post a single article.
"Hey, if my book comes out, which part do you think readers will like? Such as themes, scripts, performances, costumes, photography, etc." he asked.
Zhang Li thought for a while, "Show it, or explain the stars."
"Yes, if you really write acting skills, I'm afraid they are impatient to watch, they pay attention to stars." Xiao Xu said.
"It makes sense."
Xu Fei started thinking, and decided to start with the star first, ah no, start with the star first.
For a time, there was only a rustling voice in the house.
Xiao Xu bought a desk lamp, which just covered the entire desk. The white light extended upwards, and was swallowed by the dizziness in the air.
The dim light originated from the light bulb on the shed. It was not very bright, but it was very good when not reading a book, much like the fire from the stove cover, old and warm.
Zhang Li wrote for a while, and suddenly sighed softly.
After a short while, Xiao Xu asked, "What's wrong?"
"The director Xiang Zhong played Yang Guifei. He Qing wanted to shoot for three years, but refused. I went through the actress's information and found no suitable one."
"Just do it. Isn't Baochai like Princess Yang?"
"To tell you the truth."
"What I said is serious."
"Don't look for fat, try thin, and then gain weight." Xu Fei said casually.
"Fat gain?"
Zhang Li blinked and became excited immediately, and now he had more goals.
"Guttering!"
"Guttering!"
The pot on the stove was calling again, and she stretched her waist and stood up: "Want to drink water?"
"Point me down."
Xiao Xu stretched out a teacup.
The hot water rushed into the cup and the heat rose, and the room seemed to be warm again. She smelled it, closed her eyes and became intoxicated, "Well ↗↘, thank you!"
Zhang Li twisted her face off and wiped Xu Fei down.
"Thank you!"
Teacher Xu took a sip and was still thick and fragrant. This is the best black tea, and it will come down from the tea talk. There is nothing to drink in the winter.
He held the cup and knocked on the case suddenly, "Stop for a while, let's have a small meeting. That, in a few days is the Spring Festival, this year's situation is special, there is only one chef. First study and study a few Food, I'll buy it tomorrow. "
"Make twelve, four cool and eight hot, eight hot and four meat and four vegetarian, I want to eat braised prawns, squirrel mandarin fish, braised elbow, sweet and sour pork ...
Xiao Xu began to register for the dish. Zhang Li ignored her and thought about it: "Even double, just make eight. Two fish, two vegetable dishes, one soup, one pig's trotter, what else do you want to eat?"
"Get another chicken and shrimp. Shrimp may not be there. I will look at it tomorrow. If not, I will try the whole thing."
It was so pleasant to confirm.
Xu Fei didn't see it early, and then said: "I will go back when I'm done. Look at the stove and don't cry cold in the middle of the night."
The two of them looked at the time, and it was indeed time to take a break.
"Hey, what about the washbasin?"
"Hold the clothes outside?"
"I'll take it."
Xu Fei, who had just gone out of the house, answered the sound, found the basin and rinsed it, picked up the pot, and fell down half a basin.
"No need to……"
Zhang Li was about to stop it, the water had already been brought in, and the people had gone out. He could not help but glance at Xiao Xu, taking off his shoes and socks silently and taking care of washing.
The night is quiet and dark.
She shrank in the bed without feeling cold. The tea in her stomach seemed undigested, soaking her whole body warmly, her muscles were relaxed, her muscles and bones were comfortable, and she didn't feel tired.
This should be the first time that there is no outside disturbance to get along with each other, but it seems to have formed after a long and long period of running in.
"..."
She closed her eyes and thought about it. She rolled over beside her and did not sleep.
(The old group is full, add a new group, the group number is in the introduction.)