At the end of May, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, hot and stuffy, and this year there is little rain and drought.

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.

Behind is the bed, with a tight mosquito net.

He dimmed the light and wrote the manuscript paper, and he had already written seven or eight pages. For the first time since he was reborn, it was the first time he had written something seriously.

"Boom!"

Chen Xiaoqiao swept through the courtyard door, ran in like crazy, ran directly into the house, and followed the angry roar of the aunt.

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

"Oh, I'm watching TV!"

"I'll see it when I'm done!"

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

"What's going on with the last episode, hey, then I'll see ...... too"

The doors were all open, and there was no soundproofing, and the familiar song "Waves and waves, thousands of miles of surging rivers never end......" came from the TV.

"Shanghai Tang" was a 1980 work, which was first introduced by Guangdong Provincial Television this year, and then broadcast nationwide, quickly setting off a frenzy.

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

It's not a fake, when it comes to playing, there is really no one outside. In the past two years, the number of television sets in China has increased rapidly, and this year there are already 50 million television sets, with an audience of about 200 million.

Even in Pinggu, a suburb of Beijing, Pinggu is a little red, and the first color TV village has appeared.

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

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

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

"Why are you crying when he dies?"

"How can he die, how can he die, he hasn't been with Cheng Cheng yet......"

Chen Xiaoqiao saw such a love for the first time, Xu Wenqiang was walking in the snow with a black coat, a white scarf, and an umbrella, but the girl actually married someone else, with tears in her eyes in the church, turned around and left, and finally died in the street.

Oops, it's like poison!

Xu Fei saw the child crying and wiping away his tears, so he took a bottle of Arctic Ocean orange soda to him, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's all fiction, go back to write your homework after crying." ”

"Woo, I, I don't do my homework. ”

"If you don't do your homework, you have to study hard. ”

"I stopped reading it after I finished junior high school this year, why do you still write it?"

"Huh?"

Xu Fei listened and hurriedly asked, "Who didn't let you read it?"

"My mom and my dad ......"

Chen Xiaoqiao took a sip of soda and said: "It's useless to say that my grades are not good, and it is useless to study, and I will learn to drive with my second uncle after graduation, and I will run long-distance transportation in the future, but I can make money." ”

"And what do you think of yourself?"

"I think it's okay, what's the use of studying now, haven't you heard people say, the one who makes the atomic bomb is not as good as the one who sells tea and eggs. ”

“......”

Xu Fei was speechless.

With the deepening of reform and opening up, people's inherent concepts have been overthrown again and again, and the whole society is in a state of confusion and impetuousness, and the phenomenon of inverted brain and body is becoming more and more serious.

For example, according to a survey conducted by China Youth Daily, the most popular occupations are taxi drivers, self-employed people and cooks, and the bottom are scientists, doctors and teachers.

Xu Fei was an outsider, so he only said: "As for me, I suggest that you continue to study, and you can not be admitted to the university and take a technical secondary school." Even if you are in business, don't do any transportation, your brain is a waste, just driving. ”

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

He suddenly lowered his voice sneakily, "When I watched "Shanghai Tang", I had an idea, just the socks that Feng Chengcheng was wearing, white high-waisted, and then rolled them out. The girls in our class like it, but the market doesn't sell it, boss, can we do it again?"

"Yo, you're really gasping for your brains!, but socks are not profitable, and you can't make much money after spending half a day,"

Xu Fei thought for a while and said, "If you really want to do it, wait for the summer vacation to set up a stall, Feng Chengcheng socks, hair flowers, and hairpins can be sold, and I will pay you the cost and make five or five cents of money, how about it?"

"Brother......

Chen Xiaoqiao was really moved.

"Don't leave the car behind, driving is an important skill, let you learn it first. ”

"Well, I listen to you. ”

Chen Xiaoqiao was very well-behaved, nodded again and again, and then glanced at it coldly, and saw the manuscript paper on the table, "Hey brother, what about you writing "Shanghai Tang"? Let me take a look. ”

"Go, you don't understand this, go play by yourself, don't bother me yet. ”

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

............

"Good!"

"It's over!"

In the 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 prepare to prepare, and go to Hangzhou tomorrow." ”

Everyone responded, packed up their props, removed their makeup and changed their clothes.

Wang Fulin sat on the chair and didn't move, thinking back on the filming experience in the past few months, although there were twists and turns, he was generally satisfied, and the only problem was the lack of funds.

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

"I can hold it, but I'm afraid that Dahui will be overstretched. ”

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

"I'll try to figure it out. ”

Dai Linfeng knows the financial situation of the crew, but CCTV is indeed poor, otherwise it would not make radio and television pay money. And he also heard the news that Beijing Film Studio also seems to be interested in "Dream of Red Mansions" and wants to make a movie version.

Of course, I'm not sure, but I've heard that the wind is blowing in this direction.

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

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

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

Chen Xiaoxu held a stack of manuscript paper and said, "This is written by Xu Fei, saying that you should give pointers." ”

"Oh, why didn't he give it to me himself?"

"He didn't know when you were coming, so he asked me to hand it over. ”

Dai Linfeng took the manuscript paper and looked at it, his expression was subtle, "Did he say anything else?"

"Say that if you look good, he will dare to write a few more articles, please correct it. ”

"Did you read it?"

"I don't understand...... Okay, I'm done, let's go. ”

Chen Xiaoxu's sneaky flash.

......

That night.

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

The title is "Looking at the dual attributes and cultural output of film and television works from "Shanghai Tang"." ”

(There is also a ...... at night ）