Since 1983

Xidan, Telegraph Building.

When Xu Fei entered the hall, his ears were about to explode, as if he was surrounded by a hundred people, shouting crazily into his ears.

He rubbed his ears, and looked at the long lines in dismay, crowded at the end of one place. Looking forward, Wu Yangyang is full of people, and the front seems to be an old man.

Don't look old, shouted clearly, "Hello? Hello? Can't hear you! Did you speak?"

"Hello? Hello?"

After shouting for a long time, it seemed that he didn't say a word of business. An operator was sitting in the window, wearing a big earphone, "Hello, 360 yuan."

"What? I didn't say a word, why is it 360?"

"You are making an international long-distance call to Japan, and that's the fee."

"This this……"

The old man was about to faint in a hurry, the operator was super experienced, he called his colleagues and sent him to the back room for communication.

"Okay, next one."

Followed by a middle-aged man in a suit, he called to Guangdong Province, and the result was also "Hello! Hey!"

"..."

Xu Fei was so upset that he had to wait in line for more than an hour before it was his turn.

"Go to Ancheng."

He picked up the microphone, turned the dial, and prayed in his heart that it must be connected!

Just heard the noise of Zilazila, and after a while, it became quieter, and after a while, a familiar voice of a male duck came.

"Hello?"

"Master, my little Fei..."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said it in the simplest language.

The other side was quite surprised, and said: "Talk about storytelling? The form of a party is not suitable for storytelling, right? It's endless, and if you talk about twenty minutes, it's impossible for me to give me that long."

"I don't want you to tell the truth, but I want to tell you about the origin of the Chinese New Year, customs, folk stories and so on in the form of storytelling... Oh shit!"

Xu Fei covered his ears with one hand, and stretched his neck and began to shout: "I'm not talking about you, I'm in the Telegraph Building! What I mean is, make up a short paragraph yourself, be humorous, and give everyone New Year's greetings by the way, within ten minutes Just do it!"

"Oh, that's all right. But I'm busy, so I can't promise to attend."

"It's okay, you edit it first. I'll communicate with the station to see if I can go directly to the second round of trial."

Snapped!

Xu Fei shook his head, feeling relieved, "How much?"

"twenty five."

Really expensive!

He took out twenty-five yuan and handed it over, and hurriedly fled this wretched place.

In the 1980s, short-distance calls within the city were developed to a certain extent, but long-distance calls were still inconvenient, and one had to make calls at the Telegraph Building or the larger post office.

The line is busy, the call quality is poor, and there are too many people, and I often queue up with lunch. At that time, there was a saying called the "four evils" of long-distance calls: wrong number, cross-talk, dropped calls, and noise.

As for ordinary ones, usually a public phone is in charge of a neighborhood, and someone will watch it, and when they receive a call, they will write it down, and then notify the neighbors, and if they are close, they will simply shout.

The home phone can't afford it at all, and it costs several thousand.

Xu Fei rode his bicycle to the vicinity of Baihua Hutong, went to the bathhouse to soak for two hours, and then went home.

This month of busy chattering and disordered work and rest, I finally settled down. There are six programs for singing and dancing, and three programs for language.

Shan Tianfang commented on storytelling, Zhao Ma made a sketch, and "Plainclothes Police" starred in a sketch.

He wanted to find Uncle Benshan, but he gave up after thinking about it.

Uncle Benshan is still a folk artist, he seems to be in a theater troupe in some county. "Falling the Three Strings" should be available, like a thief pretending to be a blind man.

After all, the Beijing-Taiwan Spring Festival Gala is not the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, and it is not very enveloping. Like Yang Liping, Uncle Teng, and Teacher Zhao, they all hang out in the capital. Shan Tianfang is famous all over the country.

As for Uncle Benshan, a folk artist at the county and city level in Northeast China, he didn't even make it out of a city as big as Tieling, so he just invited him to participate in the Beijing-Taiwan Spring Festival Gala.

Why?

It would be reasonable to participate in the Liaotai Spring Festival Gala.

More importantly, he is not sure whether Uncle Benshan at this stage can be liked by the audience in the capital...

When it was getting dark, Xu Fei went into the study and began to conceive the arrangement of sketches.

Just when I had some thoughts, the lights suddenly went out, presumably it was a temporary power outage, so I lit candles.

He was holding a thick stack of materials in his hand, all of which were real cases collected by the Ministry of Literature and Art. He turned pages and pages, amazed again and again, how else can we say that art comes from life?

As he joked, the son is in frontier defense, the old mother is suffering from longing for illness; the daughter-in-law is about to give birth, and the husband is on a mission outside...there really are!

"Huh? This is not bad!"

Xu Fei's eyes lit up suddenly, and he found an interesting report. Let’s talk about a young policeman who was introduced by his relatives. He failed to meet him twice. One time he was working overtime for a colleague who took care of his wife, and the other time he had a sudden assignment.

The third time, the young man was late again because he caught a thief on the way.

He doesn't know if it will succeed in the end, but this case is very good, and he remembered that there was a sketch in later generations, "Whoever gets laid off if I don't get laid off" played it.

Talking about a policeman who neglected to take care of his family, he had to take a thief with him to negotiate with his wife...

It can be improved!

Just according to the example, the young man on the third blind date caught a thief on the way, seeing that the time was coming, he could only take the thief to meet the blind date partner.

In an instant, Mr. Xu's thoughts spring forth.

I have never written a sketch, so I simply wrote it in the form of a script, deleted, deleted and revised it, adding a lot of original content, and it is more in line with the characteristics of the times.

Just happened to play "Plainclothes Police", Hu Yajie, Wu Yujuan, Shen Junyi.

After completing this, Mr. Zhao's "A Day of the Hero Mother" will be easy to handle!

Of course, it has to be modified to suit the age, especially the son's identity, which must be changed to a policeman.

"..."

While Xu Fei was writing, he suddenly remembered something—Ms. Zhao was illiterate!

The old lady was born in the old society. She was in an opera troupe since she was a child. She has never studied, and her opera learning is passed on by word of mouth.

Zhao Yuxiu, who played King Che Chi, said at the reunion in "Journey to the West": I read every sentence by myself, and then she recited every sentence, but when I was in front of the camera, once the scene was over, it was exactly the same.

Later, when the old lady became famous, she hired a nanny to read her lines.

She was quite taboo about this at first, and she didn't want to be seen as uneducated, so she didn't talk about it, but she also took it easy in her later years, such as the words "The Adventures of a Worker".

Originally there were eight.

The old lady practiced for a month before she could perfect her calligraphy, but unfortunately she didn't have enough time, so she gave up four.

Later, there was a program interviewing about this matter, and she joked to herself, "I must take off my uneducated hat!"

"..."

There was no light in the middle of the night, so I lit a piece of wax, and Teacher Xu became emotional, tearing off the manuscript paper and starting to write again.

How to be more down-to-earth, more burdensome, and have a smoother transition.

……………………

In September, Grand View Garden.

After a night of rain, it was a little cold in the early morning, and the water in the pool became a little colder, the green and red faded, and the residual lotus became thinner.

There are only two games today.

"Dream of Red Mansions" has been filmed and there are still dozens of people left, and those who can come have come, because after today, the main part will be officially completed and enter the post-production.

Baoyu, Daiyu, Baochai, Sister Feng, Jia Lian and other protagonists stood on the periphery, watching a few little maids go through the scene. In the past, I looked forward to finishing my daily work quickly, but now I seem to want to continue forever.

"stop!"

Wang Fulin finally shouted, paused, and said: "Okay, it's over!"

"..."

It was quiet.

"Okay, you are liberated, and we are also liberated. Everyone pack up and go back first!"

Ren Dahui slapped his hands in greeting, and everyone started to move.

Chen Xiaoxu buried herself on Zhang Li's shoulder and rubbed her lightly. Zhang Li rubbed her hair, and the two of them returned with the army.

When we arrived at the hotel, the crew convened another meeting.

Wang Fulin looked at the faces below, one by one was very familiar, and said: "As of today, the main content of "Dream of Red Mansions" has been completed, and the rest is to check for gaps and make up for omissions, and then post-production.

Our group, this group, has finally come to break up..."

Director Wang looked calm, but couldn't continue.

Ren Dahui continued: "Everyone, don't leave. The date we set for the hotel has not yet arrived, so we can stay until the end of the month. The stage is planning to hold a gala, which can be regarded as our breakup meal. We will officially send out invitations in a few days. I can come to participate, after all..."

He was also silent for a moment, "It may be the last time we get together."