Jiang Shan put the brocade box in his net pocket and said to Huang Hua seriously: "Brother, just tell me what you say, but don't go to Gutai to say it." ”

Huang Hua had a look on his face that I was not stupid: "I'll tell you both in private, how can you go to the leader to say it, besides, he won't send you a TV." ”

Jiang Shan nodded, but don't send it.

Seeing that Huang Hua took out the diary again, Jiang Shan also took out a notebook from the yellow schoolbag.

"Brother, from today onwards, I'm also going to write a diary."

Jiang Shan opened the notebook, and two lines of words had been written on the first side, which were the accounts he had just taken to get 2 or 5 lines and was ambitious.

Tear it off and get ready to start journaling.

Huang Hua nodded when he heard this, and felt that Jiang Shan had done the right thing: "Write a little bit every day, and when you look back in two years, you will have a harvest." ”

Jiang Shan grabbed the pen, and he didn't know what to write on the first day: "I'm afraid that if I don't have anything to write one day, it will be broken." ”

Huang Hua is the top of this piece: "Then you can write an account of the day's flowers, and it's good to write one or two sentences." ”

Jiang Shan glanced at the page that had just been torn off, and wrote a sentence in a whisper: From now on, serious people will start writing diaries.

Close and sleep!

On the second day, the sky in Yanjing was even heavier.

Seeing that the sky was about to change, while there was still some time in the morning, Pujiang's group hurried out at the suggestion of Jiang Shan.

Gu Zhengzheng was a little surprised: "I didn't expect that Xiao Jiang was quite a family at a young age. ”

Huang Hua felt reasonable: "It's rare to come to Yanjing, so I should bring some local products back." ”

As a result, Yanjing cloth store and Xinhuaguo children's products store ......

I bought several clothes and fabrics, but I didn't buy many souvenirs.

I only bought a few packs of Yanshan chestnuts and Yanshan preserved fruits.

When Jiang came, Jiang Ma filled a bag full of foodies, and when she went back, she changed to two pockets.

In 1978, the Beijing-Shanghai line was full of three round-trip trips in the morning, noon and evening.

When Jiang Shan stepped into the sleeper car at half past 12 noon, he couldn't help it: "Yo, it's still a soft sleeper!" ”

Zhang Lu also entered the soft sleeper for the first time, but he wanted to emphasize: "This is a carriage that can only be entered by senior leaders and foreign guests." ”

"Aren't we Gutai senior leaders?" Jiang Shan looked at Gu Zhengzheng and raised his eyebrows: "This should be the specification." ”

"When you come, Gutai can also buy this standard ticket," Zhang Lu emphasized, "It's not that you want to sit with us." ”

Gu Zhengzheng glanced at Zhang Lu: "As long as you talk a lot, put the camera away." ”

Four bunk beds, all covered with white sheets and white pillows.

There were even white lace curtains hanging on the windows.

Jiang Shan didn't say anything, he had already planned.

After taking off the yellow schoolbag, he put it on the small table, and without taking a cup of water, he turned out the sketch of the villain book and drew it.

The other three in the box thought they could sit together and talk all the way back to the room.

Unexpectedly, Jiangshan gave this ......

Huang Hua glanced at the other lower bunk, and climbed up the upper bunk with a knowing face, which was wide and comfortable, and took out a book as soon as the cover was flipped over, holding it in his hand and remembering and scratching.

Zhang Lu in this situation glanced at Gu Zhengzheng slightly.

The next second, he also hung up the camera neatly: "Gutai, I'll go to the carriage and take a look at the new news that can be filmed on this train." ”

"Hmm~" Gu Zhengzheng's face softened a lot: "Go ahead, pay attention to camera safety." ”

Jiangshan's "Red Cliff War" has six more drafts to be completed, and I thought that this trip to Yanjing could be completed even if I drew three pictures a day.

Unexpectedly, I didn't draw a single stroke.

At the first glance of the soft sleeper car, Jiang Shan decided not to stop until the painting was finished.

Gradually, the three people in the box went from being looking for nothing at the beginning, but they were all too busy to straighten up.

Work Initiation, Work Summary Plan, "On the Skills of Photography", ...... One is more invested than the other.

At night, in the box of Mercedes-Benz.

Gu Zhengzheng, who has been working for half a day, picked up Jiangshan's "Red Cliff War".

One will look at the paintings, and the other will look at the country.

Suddenly, the desire to keep Comrade Xiao Jiang on the TV station completely became even stronger.

Jiang Shan is like an old monk after entering the country, immersed in the world of creation.

Every page of composition, every pen, has been engraved in his mind, he just needs to concentrate on drawing, drawing, painting......

Finally, until the last stroke of the river is drawn, when lying down.

In the corridor outside the box, Zhang Lu was still sitting on a folding stool and studying "News Communication and Angles" in his hand.

……

Pujiang City.

After a day of rain in Yanjing, the Huipu River fell.

At almost nine o'clock in the morning, Jiang Shan, who was carrying a large net in one hand, finally walked into the small courtyard of No. 51 Anhe Street.

Excitedly facing the door, he shouted twice, but no one answered.

Jiang Shan: "...... Well? ”

At this point, why is Jiang's mother not at home?

"Don't call Mom,"

Li Ruocheng pushed open the door and walked out: "You're back from Yanjing?" ”

Jiang Shan took the folding recliner that the old man had carried in his hand and propped it up on the ground.

"I'm back, no," Jiang Shan took out a bag of chestnuts and a bag of fruit shops from his net pocket: "I brought it to you and Aunt Li, try it well." ”

"We are not three-year-old children," Li Ruocheng stretched out his hand to take it and glanced at it: "This chestnut is good, I love this bite." ”

"Uncle Li," Jiang Shan didn't see Li Ruocheng either: "I'll leave this thing in your house first, I haven't been to the translation factory for a few days, I have to take a look first." ”

Li Ruocheng nodded: "Hurry up, if you want me to say, don't do your printing factory work." ”

"My brother has also mentioned it to me several times," Jiang Shan said as he walked out: "Uncle Li, when you see my mother in a while, remember to ask her to carry her things back." ”

Li Ruocheng raised his hand at Jiang Shan's back: "I'll give you something to eat in a while!" ”

More than 20 minutes later, Jiang Shan finally appeared in Pujiang Translation Studio.

As soon as he thought of it, Hu Xiao saw his smiling face and laughed unconsciously.

When Jiang Shan walked all the way to the corridor outside the factory director's office.

saw director Yang Bai and the leader of the translation team, Lu Yi, listening to the root of the wall through the crack of the door.

So, he also quietly came up.

Lu Yi was taken aback, and after seeing the comer clearly, he immediately laughed: "It's here." ”

Jiang Shan: "Hmm! ”

"Shhh," Yang Bai whispered, "If you want to hear it, don't make a sound!" ”

Jiang Shan nodded silently and stuck to the door.

"Don't just show two points," Hu Xiao's voice came out through the door:

"I used to put it well when I was involved in the film, why did I cut it after re-recording it now?"

“……”

Except for his voice, nothing else came from the room, and Jiang Shan estimated that Hu Xiao was talking to the other party on the phone.

"The cutting should also be divided into weight," Hu Xiao's voice continued to be high-pitched: "The shot of Chiguo in "The Rest of the Bitter Sea" is the mirror of the bitter sea. ”

Phone: "......"

"The people of this boat are full of hope for the rest of their lives, and on the ship to Cuba, the girl often dances on deck......"

Although there is a door, Jiang Shan can still hear that although Hu Xiao's voice is full of anger, this anger is gradually suppressed, and even mixed with a trace of pleading.

Hu Xiao continued to speak bitterly at the other end of the phone:

As a result, when a boatload of people arrived in Cuba, the Cuban side refused to let the boatmen go ashore, which meant that the boatmen had to go to a concentration camp when they returned.

As a result, the girl who couldn't accept the reality committed suicide with a red fruit, and then her mother also went crazy, this is the high/high tide of a tragedy, you cut this scene, and the audience doesn't even know why her mother is crazy. ”

Phone: "......"

The three who are posted outside the door, you look at me, I look at him.

has already understood what the anger of Director Hu came from, it turned out to be another movie that was translated with hard work.

This is the legend: if you dare to be "yellow", you will be completely yellow.