Chapter 3: Small

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Xu Fei did not want to talk about storytelling.
In other words, he did not think about what he would do in the future.
In this particular era, it seems that it is not reliable to do anything, especially commercial activities. In fact, in 1981, the state officially recognized self-employed persons in cities and towns, but the overall preference was conservative and there were too many farts.
For example, the well-known fool melon seed is considered a bourgeois restoration because of more than seven employees. In the end, the central government was disturbed, or the No. 1 chief personally instructed and said, "Let go, let's take a look."
There is also the case of the Eight Kings of Wenzhou City, that is, the eight guys who got rich first, were even severely hit as major economic criminals, which once caused social uncertainty about individual businesses.
Therefore, it's okay to do little things and make big mistakes. The scale is difficult to grasp.
He was 85 years old in his last life, and was once in a very confused state after rebirth, trying to find familiar traces in various things, so as to obtain a slight sense of security.
This state has continued to this day, and I saw the news of the Red Mansions published on "Mass TV". As the backbone of an entertaining media company, he admits that he has a jump in his heart, because this is the most familiar and most interesting area.
In the words of the Chinese: All are here, so you have to play!
At the moment, when he confided his thoughts, the table fell into a subtle silence.
Xu Xiaowen and Zhang Guiqin had heard of this hot news. Their thoughts were similar. The first reaction was "Your boy will definitely not work." His own son knew that he was idle and did not seek progress, except for good-looking.
But subconsciously, I thought, "It's not bad to try, what if I choose?"
In this kind of entanglement, the two didn't know how to reply for a while, or Shan Tianfang said: "Xiaowen, Guiqin, children rarely have this enthusiasm. I think they should support it. After all, it is not a bad thing.
This kid's storytelling is not good, but his appearance is not bad. Well, acting first, you have to look at it first. Besides, the child is also an adult, so he can come out to meet the world. It does n’t matter if he does n’t choose, and we do n’t lose much ...

When the elder brother was there, the couple's thoughts were alive, but this determination was more urgent than the parties concerned.
"Okay! You write a letter at night and bring a few more photos. Did you take the photos last time? Just mail them tomorrow."
"Jia Baoyu can't be played, and anything else can be done, as long as it's chosen, it will give us a face."
"That's" Dream of Red Mansions "!"
"Yeah," Dream of Red Mansions "!"
Xu Fei looked at the rapidly warmed up dining table and couldn't help feeling emotion, not to mention money or not. For people of this era, it is a great honor to be able to participate in masterpieces.
Think about "Journey to the West" also started shooting, if you wear it last year, maybe you can mix a little diamond style in it.
Suddenly it was a bit sad. Although the Six Schools had fallen, he always remembered the passionate years when the blood was boiling and blooming everywhere.
Alas, gone forever.
…………
After supper, night fell, and the Hutong gradually became more lively.
The TV set is still a rare thing. The spare time is very boring. The men gather to play chess and chat. The women walk through the streets and sew together to make up for the nagging.
The child ran from one end to the other, and then from the other end to nothing.
It was a little sultry tonight. Xu Fei took a wet towel and wiped it in and out, wearing a vest and pants, pulling slippers, and walked to the back room.
Turn over a piece of stationery and ponder with a pen.
In the 87 edition of "Dream of Red Mansions" he has read countless times, including interviews and behind-the-scenes footage of various shows. If he remembers correctly, "Dream of Red Mansions" should set up a preparatory group in February this year, a screenwriter group in May, and an advisory committee in August, including Cao Yu, Shen Congwen, Zhou Ruchang, Qi Gong and other big names.
At this stage, the people are recommending themselves, and at the end of the year, the crew will take the initiative to select them. After thinking twice, he decided to keep a high profile, so he wrote:
"Dear leaders and teachers,
My name is Xu Fei, I am 18 years old and I am a storytelling actor in Ancheng Qu Arts Troupe. Since I was a child, I like to read books, especially You Xi's classics. I was informed that the crew had chosen actors. I couldn't help but think about it. After a long time, I finally got the courage to write this letter ... "
The content is quite long, mainly expressing two points, one is that I have read "Dream of Red Mansions", and the other is that I have shown some thoughts on "Dream of Red Mansions" in depth.
Because to his knowledge, most of the young people selected by the crew had never read the original work. So I have the advantage, plus the young age and good looks, it's almost the same.
He folded the letter paper, pulled out another old photo of the original owner and stuffed it in. When the glue was used up, he made some rice grains sticky and pressed the stamp.
This is a Chinese zodiac stamp issued at the beginning of the year. The main picture is a dark brown chubby pig with shoutao on it. It looks like a folk paper-cut style.
The designer is named Han Meilin, and his most famous works are Fuwa and Monkey Sai Lei, um ...
Xu Fei didn't pay attention, but as a result, his eyes swept on the stamp, and suddenly his heart moved, and he slammed his thigh.
Suddenly, a sense of excitement in Panjiayuan washed the body. Ya stepped around in the house wearing big pants and waved her arm as if every cell was boiling.
"Virtue!"
A crisp and sharp voice floated inadvertently, accompanied by the breeze of early summer, and the worms murmured outside the window.
Xu Fei ignored it and lowered the restless air pressure before squinting at the other party:
It was a 17- to 18-year-old girl with a floral blue cloth gown, a tall nose, a thin eyebrow, and a twisted single braid flung over her shoulder just right.
"Who sent you into the house?"
"Do I need your consent to enter the house?"
"This is my place."
"Your place is outside!"
After habitually fighting a few words, the girl stepped in and walked up to the chair without any strangers. Her eyes fluttered and fell on the envelope.
"Who do you write to?"
"See for yourself."
Xu Fei threw the letter over, and the other party looked at it, slightly surprised: "You also signed up?"
"how?"
"I just wrote a letter during the day."
With a bit of pride, she smiled and said, "I wrote three pages, and I attached a poem."
"If you attach it, what is it with me? Which role do you want to play?"
"Don't tell you."
whispering sound! If you do n’t tell me, you know!
Xu Fei pouted, picked up a pot of hot water and poured a pot of hot water, rumbling, rolled up a layer of cheap tea foam. In Beijing's words, this is called Gao Shao.
He took a sip, a strong scum bite rushed into his brain, and he immediately became more energetic.
"..."
The girl looked at him, and the more she looked at it, the more disgusted, "How have you been drinking tea like an old man recently?"
"Drinking tea is good for your health."
"But your tea is not good."
"People don't want to go out of business, even good tea can't get me to drink."
"What does it mean to be difficult?"
"Don't tell you."
Hey!
The girl raised her eyebrows, the goods were pretty good before, but recently I do n’t know what to do, and every time I meet, I quarrel with myself.
In short, it is very annoying, why is it so annoying!
It is said that this sister is the same age as herself, and her family is also in the art circle. There is a younger four-year-old sister below.
She is in the Repertory Theatre, her father is in the Beijing Opera Troupe, and her mother is in the Song and Dance Troupe. She has an excellent relationship with Zhang Guiqin and often walks around. Both of them know the roots and the bottom, they can be counted from small to big.
And she would be angry, and she didn't want to care about others. When she saw a handful of melon seeds scattered on the table, she grabbed it and nibbled. Xu Fei was completely unconscious and continued to drink tea.
After sitting for a while, I heard a woman outside shouting, "Xiaoxu, leave!"
"Eh!"
She stood up and walked to the door, and then suddenly turned her head, deliberately raising the volume, "Hey, when will the cigarette ticket you borrowed from my dad be returned?"
"You whisper!"
Xu Fei was agitated and glanced contemptuously out of the window, "Your dad didn't want it, what are you trying to do?"
"You don't need to repay the loan, why don't you use your own ticket?"
"Don't I turn it in, I'll pay you back when I save it. Besides, smoking is not a good thing. If I smoke more, your dad will smoke less. You have to thank me."
"Bah! Dog mouth can't spit out ivory, I'm gone!"
"You don't take some seeds?"
"Yeah, forget!"
The girl wiped it back, pulled the rest of the seeds, then flicked her braid and flicked out of the house.
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