Every winter, people in the north usually hang cotton curtains.

Later generations came in a variety of ways, leather, canvas, soundproofing cloth, and some could even add windows. Not now, I didn't get to that point.

Xu Fei lifted the curtain and entered the West House, wrapped in a cold air, and was quickly dispersed by the fire.

Xiao Xu was working at the desk and didn't raise his head. He picked up a few sketches, quite abstract little figures.

It was probably a man who was partying with a colleague and accidentally spilled oil. My colleague exclaimed Balabala, the man smiled confidently, I have XX brand laundry detergent.

"Isn't that good?

"The teacher said that the fun and camera sense were not enough. ”

"He knows a fart, is the camera sense something that a first-grader can make?"

"Give me back!"

Xiao Xu snatched the sketch, "That's a strict requirement for me, I can do 100 points, why is 80 points satisfied?"

Shh

Xu Fei pursed his lips, took out a few more, saw a basin, rubbed his clothes with one hand, and then soaked it in water, the picture switched, and the dirty shirt became snow-white and clean.

He didn't look right, and said strangely: "You are a planner and director, why do you still have a storyboard?"

"I learned from books, so I tried ...... first"

Xiao Xu stopped his pen and said seriously: "Seriously, I didn't think about advertising before. But now when I look at the flat screen and TV, I think it's too primitive, and it's not as creative as you sell cultural shirts. ”

"How fresh, is the cultural shirt something that ordinary people can think of?"

Xu Fei moved the chair next to her, "What's missing?"

"You don't need to teach. ”

"Hurry up, what's missing?"

She puffed out her lips and pointed to the drawing, "Here." ”

He glanced at it and found the crux of the problem, and said: "Laundry detergent is a necessity for every family, and it cannot be conceptualized, but must be lived." Your idea is very good, but the problem is that I haven't figured out whether you want to make it a short story or a popular science film. ”

"How?"

"First of all, you have to have an overall idea in your head, for example, a man has a dinner with a colleague, splashes hot pot foam, and the colleague yells, oops, the white shirt is not easy to wash!

The man smiled silently.

As soon as the camera turned, the man came home, and his wife greeted him and said why did it get dirty again? It doesn't matter, we have XX laundry detergent.

This is called storytelling, you think about the beginning, and the lack of follow-up makes it seem stiff. Because the old men generally don't say, I have XX laundry detergent.

Or, at the beginning, there are a few pictures of soiled clothes, and the narrator explains that "in daily life, we inevitably get dirty clothes, and the oil stains are too stubborn and distressing".

This is the beginning of the popular science.

Both of these can pick up your laundry storyboard. ”

"In the end, each of them will return to their own way, the story should be complete, and the popular science should be summarized?"

"Eh, there is understanding!"

Chen Xiaoxu was very happy when he got inspiration, and then sighed, "It's always easy for you to do things, I thought I was quite smart, but the more I learned, the more difficult it became." ”

"You're a junior high school student like this, it's already great, okay?"

"You're still a junior high school student, and you're going to publish a book. ”

She snorted, threw all the drawings away, and pulled out a new stack.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll think of one more. ”

Okay. Xu Fei looked at the time, it was almost six o'clock, so he got up and said, "I'll cook noodles at night." ”

"You're going to cook?"

"You're both busy, I'll do it. ”

"Then, then you cut some shredded meat, put some snow red, and the toppings are wider. ”

"Sleep, everything in your dreams. ”

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

The cold winter night came early, and it was already dark when Zhang Li came home.

She is now the assistant of Jin Yusheng, the chief producer of "Tang Minghuang", and there are five others in the same position, but the unit intends to cultivate and is responsible for the most things.

When the two of them were transferred to the unit, Dongfang flashed after staying for a few days, thinking that she would also leave, but the little girl actually persevered and learned from scratch, not afraid of hardship or tiredness.

The 40 episodes of historical dramas in the 80s, the preparations can be imagined.

Zhang Li was tired, but dinner hadn't been cooked yet, but fortunately there were vegetables at home and there was no need to go to the market. As a result, when she entered the courtyard, she found that the kitchen was lit up, crackling like an explosion.

"What's wrong?"

She hurriedly ran in, and Xu Fei shouted: "Hurry up!

Passing over the plate, the goods picked up a big spoon, and wow, a plate of oil was shiny, silky, and nothing could be seen freshly baked.

"What is this?"

"Shredded cabbage and pork, when you pour it into the noodles, it's shredded cabbage noodles. Oops, forgot to thicken. ”

Zhang Li watched him re-light the fire, put the dish back into the pot, and hooked it a little decently. followed by three bowls of noodles, boom, and poured again.

The toppings are rich and salty.

Two minutes later, the two of them sat at the table, and Mr. Xu was extremely proud, "It's very good, and I played well for the first time." ”

Xiao Xu was surprised, "You really did it, I'll taste it." ”

She picked it with her chopsticks and put it to her mouth to blow. Zhang Li didn't move, and stared at an open jar in the corner.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm chilling down, slow down. ”

"Then I'll eat it. ”

The two of them took a big bite, stuffed it into their mouths at the same time, chewed at the same time, and wow!

"Puff puff!"

"Phew!"

Xiao Xu twisted his eyebrows, "What are you feeding Yan Beihu?

"I didn't put much salt in it!"

Teacher Xu was also strange, and took another sip, "Why is it so salty?"

"Did you get the snow cabbage from there?" Zhang Li pointed to the corner.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"That's Auntie's pickled pickles. ”

“......”

The two children who don't eat fireworks in the world showed suspicious, shocked and abrupt expressions, which were very layered.

"You are uneasy and kind, and you are innocent to see our jokes!"

"No, I'm chilling. ”

Zhang Li was about to hold back her internal injuries, and when she saw that Xiao Xu was about to pounce, she hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I'll save it." ”

Snow red is a thing that seems to be naturally suitable for making pickles, and can feed a nest of swallows and tigers. She poured out the toppings, boiled three eggs in the pot, did not add salt, and mixed the consommé into the noodles.

With the original salty sauce, the taste is just right.

......

Seven o'clock after dinner.

It's not late, but the winter night is always quiet, as if the whole world is sleeping. The small courtyard is bleak, the cats and dogs are surrounding the kitchen, and the curtains of the Westinghouse reflect a blurred shadow.

Xiao Xu continued to work, Zhang Li was busy combing through the information, and Xu Fei was on the Luohan bed, thinking with a small book, and writing a few strokes from time to time.

The editor of the publishing house said that if you test the water in the newspaper first, then what you write in the first article is important. According to the overall concept, the first article should talk about the theme of film and television dramas, divide today's works into types, and talk about who is superior and who is inferior.

But if you send it alone, it doesn't feel interesting.

"Hey, if I were to publish this book, what do you think readers would like? He asked.

Zhang Li thought for a while, "Let's perform, or star." ”

"Yes, if you really write about acting, I'm afraid you don't have the patience to watch it, they pay attention to stars. Xiao Xu said.

"Makes sense. ”

Xu Fei suddenly thought about it and decided to start with the stars first, ah no, let's start with the stars first.

For a moment, only the rustling of writing remained in the room.

Xiao Xu bought a table lamp, which just shrouded the entire desk, and the white light extended upward, and was swallowed up by the dusk in mid-air.

The dimness came from the light bulb on the shed, which was not very bright, but when I was not reading, it was quite good, much like the fire in the lid of the stove, old and warm.

Zhang Li wrote for a while, and suddenly sighed softly.

After a short while, Xiao Xu asked, "What's wrong?"

"The director played Yang Guifei in the photo, and He Qing heard that it was going to be filmed for three years, so he refused. I searched through the actress's profile, but I couldn't find a suitable one. ”

"You can do it, isn't Baochai like Concubine Yang?"

"I'm serious with you. ”

"I'm talking about the right thing. ”

"Don't look for the fat one, try the thin one, and then you can gain weight. Xu Fei said casually.

"Fattening?"

Zhang Li blinked, and immediately became excited, and now there are more goals.

"Goo-goo-goo!"

"Goo-goo-goo!"

The pot on the stove was screaming again, and she stretched her waist and stood up: "Do you still want to drink water?"

"Pour me some. ”

Xiao Xu reached over a teacup.

The hot water rushed into the cup, the heat rose, and the room seemed to be a little warmer. She sniffed it, closed her eyes and acted intoxicated, "Well ↗↘, thank you!"

Zhang Li twisted her face and wiped her body to Xu Fei.

"Thank you!"

Teacher Xu took a sip, and the bubble was still thick and fragrant. This is the best black tea, from the tea party, drink two cups in winter, refresh and fatigue, warm the stomach and drive away the cold.

He held the cup and knocked on the table suddenly, "Stop for a while, let's have a small meeting." Well, in a few days it will be the Spring Festival, and this year the situation is more special, there is only one chef. Let's study a few dishes first, and I'll buy them tomorrow. ”

"Make twelve, four cold and eight hot, eight hot with four meat and four vegetables, I want to eat braised prawns, squirrel mandarin fish, braised elbow, sweet and sour pork ribs, ......"

Xiao Xu began to report the name of the dish. Zhang Li ignored her and thought about it: "Even numbers are fine, let's do eight." Two dishes of fish, two vegetarian dishes, one soup and one pig's trotters, what else do you want to eat?"

"Get another chicken and shrimp. Shrimp may not be there, I'll take a look tomorrow, and if not, I'll fight the whole cool. ”

It's just a pleasure to be sure.

Xu Fei saw that it was not too early, so he said, "Okay, I'll go back." Look at the stove and don't shout cold in the middle of the night. ”

The two of them looked at the time, it was indeed time to rest, put away their homework and prepare to wash.

"Hey, where's the washbasin?"

"Hang your clothes and put them outside, right?"

"I'll take it. ”

Xu Fei, who had just gone out, answered, found a basin and shook it, picked up the pot casually, and poured half of the basin in a loud uproar.

"No need to ......"

Zhang Li was about to stop it, the water had been brought over, and the people had gone out, so he couldn't help but glance at Xiao Xu, silently took off his shoes and socks, and took care of the washing.

In the dead of night, it was pitch black.

She curled up in the quilt and didn't feel cold at all, the tea in her stomach seemed to be undigested, the warmth soaked her whole body, her muscles were relaxed, her muscles and bones were comfortable, and she didn't feel tired.

This should be the first time that we have lived together without any outside interference, but it seems to have taken a long, long run-in to form a shape.

“......”

She closed her eyes and thought wildly, and she turned over in pieces next to her, and she didn't sleep.

(The old group is full, add a new group, and the group number is in the introduction.) ）