A few days later, Dai Linfeng really came to the letter.

A unit is willing to accept Mr. Xu, whose name is "Beijing Television Art Center".

It is said that China's first TV station was founded in 1958, originally called Jingcheng TV, renamed CCTV in 1978, and received all talents and resources.

At that time, the city government was particularly aggrieved, and after so many years, it was ruthless at once. The huge capital could not do without its own mouthpiece, so in 79 years it founded the current Beijing Television Station.

In 82, Jingcheng TV separated some of its resources and specialized in the production of film and television dramas, which is the Beijing Television Art Center.

It used to be called Beijing Television Studio, which was a public institution.

The one who interviewed Xu Fei is called Lu Xiaowei, who is only thirty-three years old this year. A native of Hebei Province, he used to be a soldier, worked in the People's Radio Station after demobilization, and later transferred to Beijing Television Station, and participated in the establishment of the Art Center, and was the first director of the center.

The conditions for his opening were: there is an establishment, and he is given an art position, but he can't assign a house, and he can't solve the household registration for the time being, so he has to investigate for a while.

With this year's industrial reform plan, the salary is about 50 yuan.

It doesn't matter.

Although the idea of starting a magazine has to be pushed back, this place is really interesting, and it is also one of the several units that Mr. Xu expected.

"Hey, it's true that the bull broke into the wild boar pen, you are reckless or I am reckless. ”

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

"Here, take it!"

"Thank you, comrade. ”

In a police station in Ancheng, Xu Fei took a thin card, a black-and-white photo, sealed with mylar, with poor technology and easy to forge.

It reads:

"Name Xu Fei, gender male, ethnic Han, born on March 10, 1965, address No. XX, XX Street, XX District, Ancheng, issued on December 29, 1985, valid for 10 years. ”

The number is 15 digits, and the message turned out to be handwritten.

"It's rough!"

He pinched his first-generation ID card, turned his head and said, "Comrade, let me ask, do you still use the unit to issue a letter of introduction when you go out after taking this?"

"Huh?"

The person who did the work was obviously stunned, and said uncertainly: "If you don't have a policy, you have to use it, this is just an identity certificate for you, which is easy to check." ”

Okay.

He pedaled his bike and headed straight for the Xilalo wonton shop.

Anyway, after Dai Linfeng gave the letter, he came back to go through the transfer procedures, and took a picture of his ID card by the way. Although the state has introduced policies, the people's concept has not changed, and there are few people who do it, and it took more than ten years to accumulate.

When it was first enacted, there was a debate about whether there was "marital status" and "occupation" on the ID card, but it was decided not to include it.

Think about it, marriage, divorce, job change, every time you come, you have to change your ID card, it's too troublesome.

"Hey, who do you say is evil?"

"Surely Huang Lao is evil, the West Poison looks at it. ”

"You know a fart, if you want me to say that Hong Qigong is the most powerful, the dragon descending eighteen palms. ”

"Guo Jing is the most powerful, Guo Jing is the protagonist!"

Before Xu Fei entered the door, he heard the noise of people inside, and as soon as the door was pushed open, there was a heat wave in his face.

The five tables were all full, and there were twenty people squeezed in, and they stood without stools, all staring at the black-and-white TV set in front of them, and the 83 version of the second part of the Condor Shooting Poison was playing.

The stove in the middle glowed red, and a large kettle sat on it, gurgling and steaming.

"Don't smoke, get out of here!"

Xu Xiaowen came out of the back kitchen, pulled his neck and shouted, "Whose pork and green onion wontons?"

"This and this!"

One person hurriedly stretched out his hand, scratching his ears and cheeks hotly, but his eyes were reluctant to leave half an inch.

Xu Fei picked up the curtain and entered the back kitchen, and saw that the two stoves were full, one for cooking wontons and the other for cooking noodles.

Zhang Guiqin took the wicker fence and stirred it in the pot, and fished it suddenly, just about half a catty, and put it into two large bowls, followed by another fishing, about two taels, and put it into a small bowl.

On the desk next to her, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, wearing a flower jacket, was wrapping stuffing.

"Okay, you've practiced this skill, you don't need to scale it to buy meat in the future, it's enough to count it yourself. ”

"Come and help, don't you see I'm busy?"

Zhang Guiqin handed over two bowls of wontons, he sent them out to wipe his body and came back, "I said it's worth buying a TV, you didn't let it at the beginning, how about now, how many customers have you brought you?"

"Yes, there are a lot of people who watch TV in vain. ”

"Then you scold him, if you really can't beat him!"

"You kid, do you think your mother looks like a shrew?"

"Your mother's face is small, and she can't say anything serious, so I have to keep an eye on it. There is really that bastard, a few days ago, I ran into a bad account, and I almost got into a fight. ”

Xu Xiaowen also walked in, took a breath in his busy life, and said, "Fortunately, it is soft and capable, which saves a lot of heart." ”

"Hey, hey!"

The little girl smirked twice and continued to make wontons.

It's hired, the family is poor, and there is a younger brother who dropped out of school to earn money - there are no nine years of compulsory education. The child's name is Qi Rourou, ouch, and I don't know whose trick it is.

Xilale has been open for more than half a year, has long been famous in Ancheng, the first two months of the guests are very much, after the freshness of the straight line diving. Just in time for the summer, Xu Fei came up with the idea to buy a TV, adding cold noodles, cucumbers, peanuts, beer, soda and so on.

Even a freezer was added, and the money was like running water. Zhang Guiqin was very distressed, but this will stop chattering, the passenger flow is stable, and it is very prosperous every day.

Xu Fei followed to help and stayed until the evening proofing.

Zhang Guiqin came out with a bamboo basket, loaded with a few catties of rice noodles, a few taels of soybean oil and two catties of pork, and said, "Rourou, it's the New Year in two days, take this little thing back." ”

"Thank you, Auntie!"

The little girl stood up and bowed quickly.

After she left, Xu Xiaowen snorted, "You're not welcome at all." ”

"People are in difficulty, what's wrong with me giving out some bonuses? Who doesn't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?" Zhang Guiqin was unhappy.

"Tsk, look at your mother, opening a store is more fanny than a leader. ”

Xu Xiaowen is mean-mouthed, but in fact, he is also kind-hearted, and he has never treated that little girl badly.

This year, wontons are cheap, unlike a bowl of wontons in later generations that dare to sell for twenty or thirty, but the cost is also low, and there can be a net profit of thousands of yuan per month, and I earn six or seven thousand in less than a year.

The three of them finished the accounts under the lamp, and they were happy physically and mentally. Zhang Guiqin looked at her son, and suddenly sighed, a little reluctant.

"Have you really decided to stay in the capital?"

"I've completed all the formalities here, and I'll be back in a few days. ”

"Alas, I didn't expect you to run so far, in fact, Ancheng is also very good, and the people are familiar with ......"

The mother was very sad and came too quickly, as if her son would start a family in an instant.

Oh yes, not married yet!

She suddenly found her life purpose again and asked, "Now that you have a house and a job, when will your personal problems be solved?"

"One, personal questions?"

Xu Fei grinned, with a sense of age, "How old am I, don't worry." ”

"It's not small, you're 20 this year, and you'll be 21 in two days, and your dad will be ...... when he's your age"

"Ahem!"

"What are you coughing on, when your dad was your age, I was pregnant with you. You have to hold on, do you have a favorite girl, I'll help you look at each other?"

"Mom!"

Teacher Xu is sweating, forced marriage is a natural attribute of the Chinese nation, why can't he escape it at any time?

"You said you were in the crew, and there were all beautiful girls in it, why didn't you develop? Hey, isn't Xiao Xu here, you are still familiar with ......?"

"Don't, don't!"

He hurriedly interrupted, "Don't mention this stubble, let alone Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen, so as not to misunderstand!"

Well?

Father and mother were surprised that he reacted so much, Zhang Guiqin asked carefully: "What, you have a conflict?"

"Nope. ”

"What's the matter, you don't like people?"

"Well, it's complicated anyway, so don't get involved. ”

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

That night, Mr. Xu had insomnia again.

He doesn't like to talk to people, and he always holds back his emotions.

Where does this begin?

At first, he didn't have any affection for Chen Xiaoxu, so he felt quite pitiful. Later, the deeper the contact, the feeling of this life overpowered the impression of the previous life, so a living girl, delicate and mean, cute and annoying.

The more I learned, the more I thought of her true fate, and the more I felt pitiful.

The word distress is left in the abdomen.

He may hope more than anyone else that the girl is doing well and that she will be safe and happy for the rest of her life...... It's a liking, but I don't feel like it.

Teacher Xu is not stupid, so he can naturally see the girl's intentions, but he only pretends not to know, and he has never said or acted like Zhang Li. But after passing through the hospital, the youngest daughter's mind was picked out by an outsider, and she couldn't even pretend not to know.

That's why it's unnatural, especially as if it's destined in the dark, and the special mother's always triggers the Shura field of the servants, so it becomes more and more embarrassing, and she can only mess around.

Is it the same to feel sorry for a girl and like a girl?

“......”

He looked at the dark roof, at least not yet.

(Ah, Chubby broke up.) ）