Since 1983

"Do you believe in love?"

The screen lit up, revealing a plain face and a pair of sincere eyes.

This is a very strange man, he is not ugly, but he is definitely not good-looking either. He is not very old, but he seems to be full of vicissitudes.

He squatted, with his hands on his knees, wearing a white sweater that was one size shorter, his hair receded to the midline of his skull, and he just looked at you affectionately.

"I believe, especially love at first sight. Some people say that there is no love at first sight in this world, it is nothing more than love at first sight.

I don't see it that way. I fell in love with you at first sight, but I didn't fall in love with you either. "

"Huchi...huchi..."

As soon as the camera turned, there was a dog sitting opposite pia, sitting on its hind legs and propped up on its front legs, with an equally sincere face.

As the picture zooms to the middle and long distance, one person and one dog look at each other, subtly frozen.

"puff!"

Yu Jiajia grinned. This scene is not hilarious, but it has a sense of humor that is absurd and accurately conveys this message to the audience.

"What the hell is this? Let's watch "The Last Emperor." Mom said.

"Oh, wait and see, it's just the beginning."

"I didn't understand it at the beginning, it must be not good..."

Mom picked up the half-knitted sweater and expressed her displeasure.

"A book seller? A book seller?"

On the screen, Zhao Baogang shouted loudly.

"Hey, here, here!"

Ge You stood up with a whoosh, hunched over slightly, hanging his ankle-deep trousers, and tossed around at a very fast frequency.

"The crystallization of human civilization is basically here. "Dream of Red Mansions", the four great classics, tells the love story of a pair of young children in a feudal society."

"Too deep."

"The Ordinary World, the latest masterpiece of contemporary writers, tells a love story about a pair of young children in modern society."

"Too long."

"How the Steel Was Tempered, a classic of the Soviet revolution, tells the epic love story of a pair of Bolshevik children."

"Too left. Do you have that kind, just that..."

Zhao Baogang hehehe, "vulgar?"

"Yes! Yes! It is our responsibility to meet the different cultural needs of different people."

Ge You sold a "Little Yellow Book" with a cover of "The Ordinary World" to Zhao Baogang. Zhao Baogang was very happy, but also afraid of being laughed at, "You don't look down on me, do you?"

"Where can it be? Even if the cultural level of the people of the whole country has risen, there must be a lot of ordinary people. You go!"

"Hey, it's interesting..."

Dad, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "The lines are really well written."

"What's the matter, I'm just being talkative!" Mom continued knitting.

"I also think it's fun, but I can't explain it in detail, anyway, it's different from what I saw before."

Yu Jiajia, who was curled up on the sofa, straightened up and became excited.

As soon as Ge You shines, as soon as he utters the opening line, it seems that every word is telling the audience that this is a unique work!

Followed Liu Bei, wearing a big flower skirt, turban, and sunglasses, walking in the alley.

Yu Jiajia's eyes were even more bulingbuling, and the flamboyant clothes made people's heart beat faster, and it was love at first sight.

The current TV dramas have gradually abandoned the tunes of model dramas and are trying to make life more realistic. But never has a show so straightforwardly challenged viewing habits.

It's not trying to liven it up, it's living it up!

In less than ten minutes, Bai Fendou, Tao Bei, Dai Honghua, Tao Maosen, Zucchini, the five main characters of the first episode all appeared, all of them striking.

The lines match the characters, the characters support the lines, and there is comic exaggeration in the intimacy,

Just call it easy!

Dad drank the tea, sipping it to moisturize him. My mother was knitting a sweater, and she glanced at it, but listened carefully.

Accountant Tao refused to agree with his granddaughter to be a model, and there was a big fight, and Tao Bei ran away from home angrily. Several people came to persuade him one after another, and the old man relaxed a bit.

A few nights later, Dai Honghua went to Tao Maosen's house to borrow scissors.

The door was closed tightly, the windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn.

Han Ying's flowery clothes and trousers, black cloth shoes, full of energy. She pushed open the door, and saw that the black lights were blind, but there were lights and voices inside.

Then he stood on tiptoe, with a funny and dignified expression, and accompanied by the BGM of ambush from all sides, he poked into the house step by step.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The old lady was agile, patted her shoulders and kicked her legs, and played tricks, "What a thief! Dare to steal things in our alley, let you feel the power of the red sunset!"

"Hey, it's me, ah, ah!"

"Oh, Domoss! What are you doing?"

After some noise, Han Ying turned on the light, and wondered, "Why are you closing the windows at home? Why are you being so shameless... Ouch!"

The old lady had a deadpan expression, her small eyes slanted, and she pointed at the TV.

The music inside was vibrating, the stage was shining brightly, and a group of long-legged girls came striding forward with twisted hips—it turned out to be a model contest.

Mo Qi put on his glasses and hesitated, "Don't get me wrong! I, I'm looking at it with a critical eye to see what it is."

"Your criticism is really exciting. No wonder people say that out of ten men, nine are beautiful, and the rest is in poor health. Tao Maosier, it seems that you are in excellent health!"

"Puchi! Goose goose goose goose..."

Mom finally gave up the sweater, and she was as happy as a big goose coming, and couldn't stop leaning forward and backward.

Yu Jiajia looked at Zhenghuan, and was suddenly taken aback, "What are you doing?"

"Ten men and nine flowers, the remaining one is in poor health... This sentence, this sentence is very suitable for your father! When your father was young..."

"Don't talk nonsense, what do you want to do in front of the child!" Dad waved his hand.

"Goose, Goose, Goose, Goose!"

Mom was happy again, and it took a long time to stop, "Oh, oh, this is interesting, much more fun than "The Last Emperor"!"

…………

The first two episodes were all stories about fashion models, and there were no commercials in the middle, so they ended quickly.

Yu Jiajia returned to the house full of ideas, wanting to write something, but bit the pen for a long time, unable to write.

"Sitcom, this is called a sitcom..."

so fresh! From form, style, to acting, dialogue, and story arrangement, it has never been seen before.

Years of experience in the media told me that this must be a groundbreaking work, even far beyond imagination. And the more she thought about it, the less she dared to write. She simply dug out the newspapers from the past few days and started from the topic of sitcoms.

Early the next morning, the newspaper office.

Yu Jiajia studied for half the night, came to the unit yawning, and found that the atmosphere was slightly subtle. The colleagues all looked like they wanted to say something, but no one seemed to open their mouths.

Sitting in her seat, she flipped through today's newspaper and said casually, "Hey, have you read "Alley People"?"

As soon as the words fell, she instantly felt like a delicious dessert, and a group of flies buzzed around.

"It's so interesting from the beginning to the end!"

"Bai struggled so hard, why did I come up with this character."

"At the beginning of watching the dog, I sprayed it directly, it is absolutely artistic!"

"Art is a fart, it's obviously a parent's fault, it's fun to teach!"

In just two episodes, everyone had a lot of discussion.

Just at this moment, the buddy who disdained yesterday entered the room, and Yu Jiajia called out, "Brother Liu, have you watched "The Hutong Family"?"

"..."

He turned his back for a moment, sat down first, and finally said: "Look at it, let's make do."

"How can I make do, there are too many things worth discussing! Let me tell you, this must be the only one this year!"

"That's right, it's a good thing there are two episodes a day, otherwise I'd be anxious to death."

Already have fans.

The deputy editor came in again, and said, "Have you read it all? There is definitely something to write about, and anyone who wants it can just stare at it."

"Writing is writing, and I have to observe a few episodes. I'm not familiar with it at the beginning."

"Hey, is there any feedback from the audience?"

"How can it be so fast? Anyway, I'm watching, so don't grab me."

"And me, me!"

Yu Jiajia hurriedly raised her hand, "When the time comes, there will be a fair competition, and whoever is better will win...Brother Liu will definitely not want it."

"That is!" the man said righteously.

...

If the media is underdeveloped, the fermentation of information will be slow.

In addition, it is a new type of drama, and the audience and newspapers didn't realize it for a while, so they didn't know how to evaluate it. But in just two episodes, it has gathered a considerable audience.

In the blink of an eye, it was seven fifty in the evening.

Old Liu Bia turned back and forth in front of the TV, CCTV for a while, Beijing TV for a while, um, it’s not remote control.

It was almost eight o'clock, and the ghost stopped on the Beijing TV channel, and at the same time, I hypnotized myself: Criticism, I watched it with a critical eye!

After a while, the opening title appeared on the screen.

Episode Three: Popular Songs. Screenwriter of this episode: Liang Zuo.

The general idea is that Zhao Yanni was obsessed with Hong Kong and Taiwan music and became the earliest group of fans. Parents used many ways to teach, but they just didn't listen, which caused a debate about music in the compound.

Young people like pop, old people like red songs and operas, while foreign music invades massively, and the soil for originality is weak. Bai Fendou was a young man with artistic pursuits, so he couldn't get along with them.

At the end, on the street, Ge You leaned on the tricycle and waited for customers, holding the book "A Brief Talk on Drama Performance" in his hand.

As soon as Lao Liu saw this person, he started laughing unconsciously. He seems to have a talent for scratching your dimples quietly.

A buddy came into the mirror from the left, picked up the tape and asked, "Are there any songs that you enjoy?"

"To what extent?"

"Hey, I'm not in a good state of mind recently, I want to have some excitement."

"The theme song of "Shanghai Bund", run wild, Wan Lei secretly sniffing anal water..."

"Stop it! Don't mention Shanghai Beach to me. I have watched it with my wife more than 20 times. Xu Wenqiang's dream is all about it."

"Then "Iron Blood and Heart", a generation of arrogant Guo heroes who only know how to bend bows and shoot eagles."

"It's even more boring. Is there any non-Hong Kong or Taiwan ones, and I don't want to cover European and American ones. I'm almost sick of hearing it."

"You've found the right person. I'm the only one who engages in street culture in Forty-Nine City. I can only take out my family heirlooms, new arrivals..."

Ge You took out the tape, put it into the tape recorder, and pressed the switch.

At the beginning, there is a suona, high-pitched and piercing, and a female voice followed immediately: "My family lives on a high slope of the loess, and strong winds blow across the slope. Whether it is the northwest wind or the southeast wind, it is my song..."

The style of the folk song and the simple and generous lyrics not only shocked the people in the play, but also shocked the audience outside the play.

Old Liu's eyes widened, what the hell is this song? ! !

"No matter how many years have passed, my ancestors have left me for generations, leaving me singing songs as far as the eye can see, and the Yellow River beside me..."

"That's it! That's it!"

That buddy patted Ge You, "My hometown is in the northwest, this tastes right, it's so right! I really didn't see it."

"Hey, the outside is for a living, the inside is for yourself, as long as you are satisfied."

"That's a good point."

He snapped out five yuan, "No need to look for it!"

"Eh!"

Ge Youma slipped the money into his pocket and said loudly, "Are you walking?"

"Go!"

"Let's go?"

"Go!"

"My family lives on the high slope of the loess, and the four seasons wind blows on the slope. Whether it is 800 years or 10,000 years, it is my song, my song..."

All of a sudden, Lao Liu fell into it.

(besides……)