"Hmm......"

Xu Fei woke up naturally, and only remembered where he was after a moment of trance. He sat up and glanced at the old clock in the corner, six-fifty.

I dreamed again last night, but it was better than before, and I was slowly adapting to my sleeping environment.

The fire in the stove had already been extinguished, so he took out his autumn coat and pants from the quilt, and hurriedly put them on with the strength of the heat, and the autumn pants must be stuffed in his socks.

The curtains were opened, and it was not yet dawn outside, and the bare pomegranates accompanied the empty yard had a kind of cold and incomplete beauty after looking at it for a long time.

Kicking cotton shoes out of the door, hitting a basin of water, brushing teeth and washing face, the cold water washed on the face, the hair relaxed, the spirit ran all over the body, and the fatigue disappeared.

At the end, I turned to the kitchen, boiled water in the rice cooker, beat an egg, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and dropped a few drops of sesame oil, which was a bowl of fragrant green onion egg noodles.

Teacher Xu sat alone in the dining room, moving slowly and sadly, like an empty nester.

"You should have a dog and a cat, otherwise you will be depressed sooner or later. ”

After eating the noodles, the sky also shines through the night, the neighbors gradually sound, and the cooking smoke rises, opening the normal winter day in the capital.

Before eight o'clock, he pushed his bicycle out of the house, and looked into the courtyard again, "It's so deserted!"

Boom!

The big lock was locked, and the neighbors also came out, "Go to work?"

"Well, you're early!"

"It's not early, I woke up at five o'clock, and I slept again, staring in a daze. ”

"Look, you're not stunned, your body is good, see you later!"

Xu Fei stepped on the car and rode in the narrow Baihua Hutong, where the broken brick wall was soaked in frost overnight, and it seemed to have a thin layer of white hair. The sun was on the east side, and it was not hot at all, and it was cold in vain.

Who would have thought?

There is still a chance to ride a bicycle and work in the capital in the 80s?

He crossed Xinjiekou to the west, and then to the north to fold out the second ring road, as if he had crossed some boundary, and could look at the vegetable fields and crop fields from a distance.

I went to a printing shop near the TV station first, and just opened, the boss was lazy at the door.

"Yo, it's so early, are you here to get your business card?"

"Is it printed?"

"Look at what you said, we will eat this bowl of rice, and we must not delay things. ”

The boss went into the house and took two boxes of business cards, Xu Fei opened it and took a look, with a white background on one side, a simple style, and the Beijing Television Art Center was printed in the middle, Xu Fei.

The red line below is a string of addresses and landline numbers.

Now is the best years for the business card business, hand-printed, and extremely profitable. Single-sided monochrome costs 15 yuan a box, a box of 100 sheets. If you want to add color, add one more than 5 yuan, if the company prints the logo, you have to use the hot stamping version, a logo and 5 more yuan.

In Cala, the most expensive box can be sold for more than 100 yuan.

Nowadays, Chinese people print business cards, the more words, the better, and dare to add any mess, some more than 100 words, like writing an article.

Xu Fei was in a happy mood with his business card, this is the foundation of survival, and he didn't dare to waste casually before, just because he lacked this name.

When he arrived at the TV station, he first went to get the newspaper, distributed it to each house, and said, "Brother Zhao is early!"

"Brother Feng is early!"

"Huh!"

“......”

Zhao Baogang and Feng scratched their heads, and they were uncomfortable with this way of greeting, and they pretended to be garlic! Seeing that he took the initiative to carry a thermos to fetch water, it was no different from yesterday, so they were a little more relaxed.

The raw melon and eggs are very sensible, and they are okay.

When the servants finished cleaning, it was half past eight.

"Teacher Li, morning!"

"Teacher Zhang, it's early!"

"Teacher Bi is early!"

Those who were called were stunned and felt awkward. Bi Jianjun, who was in charge of the technical department, nodded, and as soon as his butt touched the chair, he saw the latest newspaper on the table, touched the cup again, and made warm tea.

“......”

He glanced at Xu Fei and saw that the young man was also sitting down, reading the newspaper with his hand. So I turned back and was busy with my own business, mainly thinking about the project.

In these years, there are very few original scripts, which are thankless and easy to make taboos. The adaptation is convenient, the content is well understood, and at least it is safe.

He flipped through a book, reading and recording it, and after a long time, he suddenly heard a voice say:

"Teacher Bi!"

"Huh?"

Bi Jianjun raised his head a little dazedly.

"Well, is there a reading room in the station?" asked Xu Fei.

"Yes, on the third floor. ”

"I'd like to borrow some information to see. ”

"Go ahead. ”

Xu Fei wiped his body and left, and it took a long time to come back, holding several books. Bi Jianjun glanced at it again, and the top one was "Overview of the Development of TV Dramas in the New Era".

This is an internal book, not for public distribution.

He sat down and began to read, followed everyone to the cafeteria at noon, continued to read in the afternoon, and got up to help anyone if they had something...... Before you know it, the day goes by.

On the second day, it was the same, and on the third day, it was the same.

The newcomer, Comrade Xiao Xu, quickly aroused everyone's discussion. Twenty-one years old, the youngest one, came early every day, fetched water and newspapers, and then read books and newspapers, steadily.

But it is this stability that makes everyone weird.

Like Zhao Baogang and Feng Pants, they sweep the floor and wipe the table every day, clearly and deliberately, but he doesn't feel this way. It's like, oh, I'm young and strong, I should do more, and you should rest when you're older......

I don't talk much, but I have intersections with the people in the center, not deep or shallow, just enough to chat. Everyone's initial impression is not bad, sensible, and the ability to work cannot be seen for the time being.

And it's strange that the whole center is nervous about new projects, and he doesn't seem to have any ideas.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye.

On Monday, the morning meeting was as usual, and everyone carried folders, and it took a lot of effort. Zhao Baogang and Feng Pants also thought of ideas, and each pinched a thick piece of manuscript paper.

"Alright, let's have a regular meeting...... Hey, why aren't there all the people?"

Lu Xiaowei glanced around and found that there was a vacant position, and just wanted to ask, he saw Xu Fei coming in with a big board, "I'm sorry director, I'm late." ”

The board was more than a meter long and half a meter wide, covered with cloth, and I don't know what it was. Lu Xiaowei frowned and asked, "What did you take?"

"Don't you want us to think about the project, this is. ”

"It's meeting time, it's free and casual, what the hell is it?" Jin Yan from the film department was a little unaccustomed to it, and opened his mouth.

"Mr. Jin, that's really what I think. Xu Fei said with a smile.

"Alright, let's have a meeting!"

Lu Xiaowei waved his hand and suppressed the slightly restless anger.

"I already talked about it last week, so let's think about this year's key projects. Express your opinions today, don't be conservative, it's best to settle before the festival, who will start first?"

After a short period of silence, screenwriter Li Xiaoming said: "I'll come first." I have flipped through Mr. Guo Moruo's drama "Peacock Gall" in the past few days, and I think it is very suitable for adaptation into a TV script. ”

"Peacock gall?"

Lu Xiaowei used to be a soldier, but he was not from a professional background, so he looked at Zheng Xiaolong. Zheng Xiaolong is a college student in the Chinese department, so he explained it briefly.

It is said that at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the Red Turban Rebellion, King Liang fled to Chuxiong, and was rescued by Duan Gong, the governor of Dali, so he married the princess Agai to him as his wife. Later Duan Gong had a grudge with King Liang, and King Liang ordered Ah Gai to be poisoned with peacock gall. Ah Gai refused to accept the king's order, and told him the truth, Duan Gong believed that he was highly virtuous, and did not believe that King Liang would harm him, so he was killed, and Ah Gai died soon after.

“......”

Lu Xiaowei listened and pondered, Guo Moruo's book must be okay in nature, but this plot is not attractive.

After everyone discussed it for a while, they asked, "How many episodes do you want to adapt it into?"

"The original script is not long, four episodes are enough. ”

"Four Episodes ......"

Lu Xiaowei became more and more bored and asked, "What do you think?"

"You can consider it, just set it up. Zheng Xiaolong said.

"Spare is OK. ”

"Spare. ”

Lu Xiaowei shook his head, made a stroke on the notebook, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

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