"Is there a platform?"

"Is there a platform?"

Xu Fei stood at the back of the house, holding a bamboo pole-like thing with a fishbone-shaped antenna on it, turn it, ask, turn it, ask it.

Obviously, there is a back window, and Zhang Guiqin has to spread the word on the kang, "Is there a stage?"

Xu Xiaowen slapped a black and white TV with a sad face, "No, no, hey, I had a ...... just now"

"There was it just now. Zhang Guiqin turned her head again, enjoying herself.

Xu Fei turned around.

"Hey, there you have it, don't move!"

"Is it the central station?"

"It's Central Station!"

"Are there any snowflakes?"

"Not big. ”

"Then I'm in. ”

Xu Fei staggered into the room and saw that a Peking Opera was playing in the fourteen-inch black-and-white TV. Mom and Dad sat on the kang, looking at it happily, the picture quality could not be described, and because the size was too small, the look was not very pleasant.

At this time, there are few TV programs, all of which are made up with documentaries, news, and operas, supplemented by a small number of TV dramas.

In the seventies, only the central and provincial stations were allowed to establish city stations and H county stations last year, but the transmission technology could not keep up, and now it is a transition stage from shared antennas to cables, which is very immature.

That Xu Xiaowen is also proud, he can move back to a TV a month, and he has a lot of money to spare, which shows the dignity and status of the head of the family.

He and Xu Fei ran around the rivers and lakes, almost all over the province, performed more than 20 performances, and only rushed back in the first two days of the Spring Festival.

Xu Fei mixed more than two hundred yuan, Xu Xiaowen eight or nine hundred, Shan Tianfang was naturally the highest, and everyone tasted the sweetness. The neighbor Zhang family is also from the Quyi Troupe, and the team with Zhang Hefang also moved a TV back.

In short, the whole group should have a very pleasant year.

"They all say that the Spring Festival Gala is good-looking, I have to see what it is like today, and no one should turn off the TV. Zhang Guiqin looked at it for a while and was very satisfied.

"It's not a bit of fun, you won't sleep when you buy a color TV in the future? Don't forget to cook for a while, I'll go out for a walk." ”

Xu Xiaowen never cooked, so he went out wearing a big cotton jacket.

The relatives of the two are basically in the countryside, and they are estranged when they are engaged in sports, and they don't interact much now. The custom here in the Northeast is that it is generally best to eat a meal at noon, and then pick up the gods in the evening, and then eat a dumpling is OK.

Zhang Guiqin had already prepared the New Year's goods, and pulled out a whole chicken, two frozen fish and a large piece of pork from the snowdrift in the yard.

Under the window, there are sticky bean buns and frozen pears in a place, melon seeds, peanuts, and candied fruits are also placed on the kang table early. The neighbor Zhang's house is also lively, using an ax here and a saw there, I don't know if I thought the yard was doing carpenter work......

Xu Fei has never experienced this, and he is so happy that he even pushed back the idea of buying a refrigerator.

Zhang Guiqin was even busier with her feet not touching the ground, putting the chicken into the big stove, steaming the whole one, and stewing the pork in a big pot, and when the fish melted a little and clicked to clean up, her head was sweaty, but she didn't stop laughing.

The couple lived so big, it was probably the most sumptuous Spring Festival.

"When I was a child, I was very poor, and it would be nice to be able to eat meat all year round. Then your grandmother will fry the oil residue and put it on the roof of the hanging shed in the basket, for fear that the child will eat it secretly. And back when your grandfather sent some candy, he blew us all out, and the two of us ate it in the house. I was just shouting outside...... Ouch, the conditions are so good now, who would have thought?"

Xu Fei should have listened to his mother talk about the ancients, and it was quite fresh, but he didn't just look at it, because he couldn't cook.

Eh, you dare to believe that the male protagonist can't cook???

When the meal was almost ready, Xu Xiaowen also came back, and the three of them had a happy meal. Then came the free time, the father drank some wine, squinted on the kang, relatives and neighbors, and those who were close began to run the door.

As soon as Zhang Guiqin sent one away, Chen's mother came over with Chen Xiaoxu and Chen Xiaoyang.

The adults were talking in the inner room, and Xu Fei was with them in the outhouse. The girl swallowed melon seeds in her mouth, and complained while snorting: "I heard that you went out to run the rivers and lakes, it is really a blessing, and you came back with all your hands and feet." ”

Xu Fei grabbed some preserved fruit and gave it to Xiao Soap, ahh ”

"See what?"

"The people's love for old artists, it is really noisy gongs and drums, banners and exhibitions, and crowds of people......"

He recalled the experience of this month, and still couldn't help but sigh, "If we work as literary and art workers in the future, we can do this job." ”

"Don't put gold on your face, I may be a literary and artistic worker, you are at most a trickster. ”

"What's wrong with that? Those who play tricks will make money in the future, and even those who don't have tricks can earn it lying down. ”

"Nonsense again, how can you make money if you don't have the ability?"

"Because people are stupid......"

Xu Fei shook his head, didn't want to mention this, and asked, "What have you been busy with lately?"

"What can I do, except to read a book, is to read a book. ”

Chen Xiaoxu couldn't help but worry again, and said: "It's all the New Year, and there is still no news, will you lose the election?"

"I read in the newspaper that the second draft of the script has been completed, the casting is going well, and I guess there will be a letter soon. ”

"What if not?"

"No way. ”

"What if there isn't?" she pursed her lips.

"Or let's make a bet, there will be news before the end of spring. If I lose, I'll treat you to dinner, and order the best restaurant. ”

"And what if I lose?"

"You lost ......"

Xu Fei paused, a stalk suddenly popped out of his head, and he couldn't help laughing: "You just pull out a weeping willow and show me." ”

"Why should I pull out the weeping willows?" Chen Xiaoxu was very puzzled.

"Because, because, haha...... It's okay, it's okay...... You don't understand, you don't understand......"

He looked at the other party with a cute face, and was more and more poked and laughed, like a second fool.

"This trip, could it be that you are sick?"

The girl was a little frightened, so she hurriedly ordered a few pieces of snacks and pulled her sister away from her.

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

On Chinese New Year's Eve, three people huddled on a kang, eating pork and celery stuffed dumplings, and watched the most original Spring Festival Gala.

It was opened last year, and it is only the second session this year, and it is very rough in all aspects, but it is by no means as strong political as that of later generations.

The audience seat was relatively small, and several people sat at a round table, watching and watching the sudden roll call on the stage, the guests got up and went up.

Even when Mr. Jiang and Mr. Li sang "Bangs Chopping Wood", there were no props, Mr. Jiang saw a mop, took off his head, and went on stage with a stick.

This year's Spring Festival Gala can be called a classic, and many programs are familiar.

For example, Master Ma's stand-up comedy "Universe Brand Cigarettes", Mr. Chen's "Eating Noodles", and Mr. Li's "Unforgettable Tonight" have also officially become fixed tracks......

Xu Xiaowen and Zhang Guiqin were full of interest, and they were not sleepy in the middle of the night. Xu Fei nibbled on frozen pears, even though he had seen it thousands of times, he also wonderfully integrated into this atmosphere, as if he had returned to his childhood.

It was still in the countryside, the courtyard was full of snow outside the courtyard, and the children were wearing new cotton jackets, carrying a few cents in their pockets, holding snacks and small scorns, and from time to time they were frightened by the cannons.

Adults are hot at home, drinking and blowing, watching the Spring Festival Gala, mixed with all kinds of crying, persuasion and laughter......

This is called the New Year!