Midsummer morning.

When the last trace of coolness in the small courtyard had not yet dissipated, Li Huaiying held the basin in his left hand and kept splashing the water on the ground with his right hand.

Bang, bang......

After some physical operations, the temperature in the small courtyard is more comfortable.

Li Ruocheng, who was sitting on the bamboo recliner, hung his feet and hid: "Enough is enough, how many times have you been here, you are still going to splash for a day!" ”

Li Huaiying, who stood up and rubbed her waist, was too lazy to take care of her wife: "I am like a bodhisattva every day, I sit for a long time, and I don't know how to help me." ”

"I wanted to help last time," the pu fan in Li Ruocheng's hand kept blowing the wind for his wife: "Didn't you say that I should not make trouble." ”

"I've said a lot, how can you listen to ......?"

Li Huaiying, who wanted to say something more, suddenly looked towards the aisle of the small courtyard.

The next moment, he immediately changed to a smiling face: "Oh, I'll see who is coming?" ”

After speaking, he waved the empty basin in his hand in the direction of his wife.

Li Ruocheng, who was taken aback, hurriedly reached out to block it.

Luckily, only a string of water droplets was thrown over.

"Grandpa Li is good, Grandma Li is good."

Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai ran into the courtyard with a smile.

After shouting hello to the neighbor's grandparents, he quickly threw himself at a screen door.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle,"

"Third Uncle, Second Uncle......"

It is said that the temperature in the past is not as hot as in the future, and the country was not very believable.

It wasn't until after the on-site experience that I had to admit that the air conditioning was good!

The Jiang family's men's bedroom can sleep with the door open, so the only electric fan in the house is left for the women's bedroom.

"Mom," against the river of messy hair, he pulled the latch of the screen door.

"Look, this house is in shambles,"

After entering the door, Jiang's mother immediately got busy: "Saying that it is a pig's nest, the pigs are not happy." ”

"Mom," Jiang Shan, who was lying on the bed, stared at him in a daze, and shouted: "Don't clean up the mess, otherwise you won't be able to find anything again." ”

With a snap,

Jiang's mother slapped Jiang Shan's thigh: "Can you still clean up and mess up?" ”

"I'm not afraid you'll be tired!"

Jiang He on the side said truthfully: "I have a book and I can't find it." ”

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The same slap was thrown over.

"Third uncle, I'm here," Jiang Xiaobai fluttered his two little short legs and struggled to climb onto the third uncle's small bed.

"Where did you come from, a little ball," Jiang Shan closed his eyes and hugged Xiaobai: "Do you miss the third uncle?" ”

"Giggle,"

Jiang Xiaobai, who was whirring with meat, was tightly coiled in his arms by the third uncle, giggling non-stop.

Many times, Jiangshan uses this little fat man as a cat, and the feel is good.

"Why are you buying so many sandals," Jiang's mother looked at the pile of shoes on the dinner table.

"Wear it." River and river channels.

"The shoes are so beautiful now,"

Although I was reluctant, my eyes still stayed on a pair of small candy-powdered plastic sandals.

"This must have been bought for us Xiaoyu," Jiang's mother smiled and touched the little granddaughter beside her.

The little girl with crooked smiling eyes nodded vigorously.

"Sit down, grandma put it on."

After a while, Jiang He stretched out his head and glanced at it: "It's just right." ”

After saying that, he picked up his little niece's old sandals and cut a few plastic strips by dividing them by two.

"Here, this is the slippers that the second uncle gave you."

"Tsk, you're quick."

Soon, Jiang's mother accurately found out the pair that belonged to her.

"Spending money blindly," he gestured on his feet, "I have a good pair on my feet." ”

Jiang Shan on the side was trying on shoes for Xiaobai: "What's good, you and my father's pair are almost cracked." ”

"Why haven't you woken up yet?"

"What time is it," Jiang Shan looked up at the small alarm clock: "You are really my mother, you will come before eight o'clock." ”

"Eight o'clock is too early?"

Not to mention that it's only eight o'clock this time, even if it's noon, the two girls next door may not be able to get up.

Last night, Jiang Chuan only glanced at it a few times, and Jiang Shan brought home "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and he couldn't take his eyes off it immediately.

hugged the little brother alive and let her carry her back to the room.

After that, I watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" for a night.

It wasn't until the sky dawned that he was willing to let go.

The renovation work of Lao Jiang's house has been almost done.

At this time, in the newly painted room, there were several pieces of furniture designed by Jiang He.

"Second brother, you can do a really good job." Jiang Shan looked around: "What color are you going to paint?" ”

Jiang's mother looked carefully, and told the two children not to fall: "You must brush the water chestnut color, how bright it is." ”

"Milky white."

"You're wedding furniture, why are you painting white?"

"Milky white," Jiang He had already bought the paint: "Xiao Xiao likes it." ”

“……”

Jiang's mother pursed her lips and was silent.

Jiang Shan hurriedly came over and pinched his mother's shoulders:

"Mom, I will be painted water chestnut color when I get married in the future, as for the second brother...... Just put a few more bouquets of plastic flowers. ”

Jiang's mother glanced at the third child with a smile: "Okay, as long as the two of them like it." ”

"That's right."

Jiang He didn't seem to hear the conversation between the two, and this time he was opening the drawers of the chest of drawers one by one.

Unconsciously, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Mother Jiang shook her head: "Tut-tut." ”

Jiang Shan shook his head: "Tut-tut." ”

I didn't think that the two children next to me also smiled and shook their heads: "Tut-tut......"

"Tsk fart," the second child strode over and scooped it up one by one: "Let's go, the second uncle will take you to eat fried steamed buns." ”

"Oh~"

The little two, who put on their new sandals, immediately ran out of the courtyard.

Mama Jiang, who followed behind at a trot of two steps, smiled all the way.

When passing by the front yard, two aunts who were sitting in the courtyard picking vegetables hurriedly stopped and asked: "Why are you going, look at the children." ”

Jiang's mother laughed as she walked: "I said that I could eat two bites at home, and his second uncle had to lead me and the child down to the restaurant." ”

"Oops, it's time to go down to the restaurant again."

"What's the restaurant, isn't it just a snack bar at the corner of the street?"

Jiang's mother listened happily, so she didn't care about the other party's expression.

"Sister Jiang, you listen to my advice, you can't have one flower and two, in case you ...... in the future"

Before the aunt's words were finished, she saw Jiang He with a cold face coming over.

"......" suddenly didn't want to persuade more.

This fried steamed bun, which is neither early nor late, is naturally indispensable to the part of the country.

As soon as two o'clock in the afternoon, Jiangshan walked into the Pujiang Fine Arts Film Factory.

After stepping onto the steps in three steps and two steps, the afterglow just swept a familiar shadow and passed past him.

"Director Wang," Jiang Shan hurriedly shouted.

"Hey," Wang looked back at the director and was happy: "Jiangshan, I heard that you went to Yanjing?" ”

"I just came back last night," Jiang Shan said with a smile: "As soon as I received your message, I hurried over, nothing serious, right?" ”

Jiang Shan couldn't figure out why the American Film Studio was looking for him.

"It's not a big deal," Director Wang walked over, patted Jiang Shan's shoulder and walked in:

"But I'm really in a hurry this time, or ...... Why don't you come with me first? ”

"Let's go." Jiang Shante simply raised his feet and left.

While talking, the two walked into a studio of about 20 square meters.

At a large long table in the middle, four or five comrades were gathering together to discuss something.

One of them still knows Yan Dingxian, the director of "Nezha in the Sea".

"Old Yan," Wang Xiang said with a smile, "Look who's coming." ”

"Director Yan, good."

"Yo, Xiao Jiang is back."

"Just arrived last night."

"Come on, you sit down for a while, and when I'm done with the work in hand, I'll talk about your business."

"Cheng," Jiang Shan smiled and nodded: "You are busy first." ”

After Director Yan's introduction, several people in the studio greeted Jiang reporters and returned to work.

"The laser images at sea are still very well processed."

"Very realistic, right?"

"Indeed, this has exceeded our previous expectations."

"That's good, we studied this image for a long time, and finally decided to draw it on the film."

On the workbench of this meeting, Yan Dingxian and Wang Xiangzheng communicated with the three comrades of Pujiang Film Factory.

The more I listened, the more interested I became, and slowly leaned over.

On the monitor on the workbench, an image is playing repeatedly.

Under the blue sky, a ship with a science fiction shape is driving on the sea at high speed.

Suddenly, an orange beam of light fell from the sky......

Ooh! Isn't this ......?

Jiang Shan's eyes immediately widened, but he didn't expect that the filming of this movie would also involve the American Film Studio.

With the clips constantly playing on the TV, Jiang Shan is almost certain that this should be the 1979 super IP "Dying Light on Coral Island".

The film's namesake is as sci-fi as the content itself.

In 1963, the 28-year-old author Tong Enzheng was already a standard slash youth.

He is not only a teaching assistant in the Department of Archaeology of Sichuan Provincial University, but also a screenwriter in a film studio.

However, the most striking thing is his identity as a science fiction writer.

This year, he voted "Death Light on Coral Island" to "Juvenile Literature and Art".

Since the whole country was uniting to defeat the "Soviet revisionist imperialism" at that time, it was naturally impossible for an overseas Chinese protagonist to be published and published.

It wasn't until 1978 that the country put forward the slogan of "science and technology are productive forces", and Guo Moruo also shouted "The spring of science is coming".

Finally, after the National Symposium on Popular Science Creation, Tong Enzheng's "Death Light on Coral Island", which he had treasured for 15 years, was published in the "People-Folk Literature" of that year.

In the same year, it was named "Excellent Short Story of 1978".

The publication of "Death Light on Coral Island" by the mainstream journal "People-Folk Literature" is of great significance, which immediately awakened the creative enthusiasm of a large number of popular science writers.

By 1980, there were at least 30 or 40 science fiction publications, more than 200 literary periodicals, and more than 1,000 newspapers competing to publish science fiction.

Since then, hundreds of thousands of original works have been published every year.

And "Death Light on Coral Island" has been adapted into dramas, radio dramas, and movies.

Among them, there are 12 versions of the comic book alone.

It's just a veritable super IP.

For a time, the glory was incomparable.

Later generations said that "Death Light on Coral Island" is the originator of science fiction films in my country, but it is not entirely correct.

As early as 1958, in order to celebrate the ninth anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Yanjing Film Studio filmed a gift science fiction film called "Fantasy of the Ming Tombs Reservoir".

This movie is amazing, and the year 1978 described in it is extremely fantastical.

People live and work in peace and contentment, science and technology are developing rapidly, they usually go to work and take planes, travel to the moon, and have a video phone in their hands.

This film was once regarded by Liu Cixin as a masterpiece of domestic science fiction films.

The plot of the movie "Death Light on Coral Island" in front of Jiang Shan is basically the same as the story.

It tells the story of scientist Zhao Qian, who refused to sell the patent rights of high-efficiency atomic batteries to a foreign company for the benefit of the country.

Unfortunately, he was persecuted by the company's manager until the plane crashed.

Fortunately, Zhao Qian's student Chen Tianhong successfully escaped with the battery and was rescued by Dr. Matthew, a Chinese scientist who lives on a desert island in the ocean all year round.

At the end of the film, Chen Tianhong, with the help of Dr. Ma, developed "Death Light" to kill the enemies who persecuted his teacher in one fell swoop.

Because last year's radio drama "Dying Light on Coral Island" was especially loved by listeners.

Therefore, when Pujiang Film Factory was filming this movie, it not only gave enough funds for filming, but also mobilized a lot of official contacts.

From the city's Meiying Studio, to the ship model workshop of the Wuhan 701 Research Institute.

Even the captain of a fleet at sea was invited by the film studio to participate in the filming and guidance work.

In order to truly restore the vast modern scientific base of the four seas, the crew also built an entire interior studio on an uninhabited island in Fujian Dongshan.

Its decoration design is completely based on foreign periodicals and magazines.

The 701 ship model workshop made a space airship, a special engine designed by Hongqi Car Factory.

All the exterior scenes were filmed by the photographer flying to Hong Kong......

The main cast invited some of the voice actors who had previously dubbed the radio drama for "The Death of Coral Island".

Among them, the villain of the gringo is played by Qiu Yuefeng, a treasure of the translation factory with a mixed-race face.

"The clip of the nuclear submarine is also great," the staff of the film studio, staring at the screen and laughing, "I don't see it as a toy at all." ”

"It's not your average toy,"

After speaking, Yan Dingxian handed the toy in his hand to Jiang Shan: "It is completely based on the model made of a real nuclear submarine." ”

Jiang Shan finished the model in his hand and said with a smile: "Is it the one in the movie?" ”

"Of course, if you leave it in the water and shake it, you won't be the real thing."

"Hahaha."

A few people here were happy, but the three people from the film studio opposite wrinkled their brows.

Soon, several people in the studio became serious.

Following the other party's gaze, Jiang Shan looked at the picture on the TV.

After a segment, go ahead and do it again.

After watching it again and again, Quan frowned.

"Like?"

"What do you say?"

"I don't think so."

"It's a bit fake."

"Just a little fake?"

"Xiao Jiang, what do you think?"

Jiang Shan, who had been watching intently for a while, had to admit: "It's really not like it!" ”

(End of chapter)