Since 1983

Chapter 350

"Wow!"

As soon as the door of the van opened, Zhang Li jumped down tiredly, holding an umbrella between the doors of the car store, calling for everyone to unload equipment.

From yesterday to noon today, I worked for more than 20 hours, and everyone was exhausted. Catch up with the heavy rain again, feeling greasy from the inside out, melancholy, and all kinds of world-weariness.

"Let's go tomorrow afternoon, everyone have a good rest."

"It's only half a day off, it's more ruthless than Zhou's skinning!"

"This is called a day, doesn't it count as afternoon?"

Lin Fangbing, Zhou Jie, and Teacher Li almost lost their airs and helped each other into the building. They are the workload of the two works, with great intensity.

Zhang Li warned: "Sleep after eating, you will recover quickly."

"I got it, I got it, see you tonight."

Lin Fangbing waved her hand and said again: "By the way, let's go to the restaurant tonight, I'll treat you."

"Yeah, I haven't eaten meat for a few days." Zhou Jie nodded hurriedly.

"I won't go, I have something to do."

"Why don't you go? It's easy to have time."

"Anyway, there is something, you go."

Lin Fangbing raised her eyebrows and poked at her, "Did you see it? It's been weird these days, there must be a wild man hiding. See sex and forget friends!"

Teacher Li pursed her lips and smiled, and Zhou Jie followed, "Forget friends after seeing sex!"

"Tsk!"

Zhang Li glanced back, went into the house on her own, tidied up a little, and went out with an umbrella.

...

In the afternoon, the sky was gray and the rain was pouring down.

There is too much rainfall in this area, and there will be another flood next year. The Taihu Lake Basin is covered with ocean, and the water level of the canal has risen to nearly 5 meters.

When she came to the hotel, the door was ajar and she knocked before entering.

"Huh? How are you today... oh, it's raining."

As soon as Xu Fei raised his head, his hands frantically picked out a few pages that he couldn't read.

"There's no need to hide it, I won't look at it again."

"It's nothing, just a little work plan."

He handed over the ones that could be watched, and Zhang Li couldn't help but be curious, and took a look, but it was a TV series shooting plan.

"The oil seller monopolizes the oiran? This is an old story, and there are several movies. Do you want to make one?"

"It's different, you taste it, you taste it carefully."

"..."

The girl was confused and continued to look down.

"Zhu Chongyuan's surname is Qin, from Bianliang. He is the adopted son of the owner of Zhu's oil shop. He is honest and kind. Yaoqin, a rich lady, was separated from her parents and was almost abducted by her neighbors. She passed out in front of Wang Jiuma's door and received hospitality. Yaoqin I only know that I am grateful to meet a good man, but I don’t know that I am trapped in a brothel.”

"Zhu Chong was expelled from the oil shop. His surname was still Qin, and he began to sell oil along the street. He was very popular. One day, Qin Chong met Yaoqin by chance. He was shocked and fell in love with him.

After inquiring, I found out that Yaoqin wanted at least ten taels of silver for one side, so I saved up painstakingly. "

"Yaoqin gave Qin Chong her wealth and life, and Qin Chong came as promised..."

"The Oil Seller Monopolizes the Oiran" is from "Three Words and Two Beats", a famous story of world affairs. The storyline is roughly the same, but with some changes.

She turned it over again, and there was still.

""Green Peony", Liu Xiqian, Xie Ying, Che Bengao...Is this a Ming drama?"

Zhang Li understood, and said, "How many short stories do you want to write together?"

"Right. I lived alone for more than ten days, with no one to accompany me. I just feel that Misty Rain in the South of the Yangtze River is so good that it would be a pity not to shoot it."

"Then what do you want to shoot?" She didn't answer.

"World affairs novels, of course, make world affairs TV dramas."

The so-called world situation is to write about social conditions such as love and marriage, family quarrels, business transactions, brothels and officialdom. It rose in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, and "Dream of Red Mansions" was the peak.

In today's online texts, that is, life-stream novels, "From 1983" or something...

"I put all my background in the south of the Yangtze River. There is no great achievement, no love for children. Food, clothing, housing, transportation, small bridges and flowing water, everyone pursues a better life."

"When are you going to shoot?"

"Not sure yet."

"Then if you shoot it, I'm sure I'll like it."

Zhang Li blinked her big eyes, fascinated, and then looked under his elbow.

"Hey, I can't watch this!"

Xu Fei was crushed to death in a hurry.

"If you don't look at it, don't look at it."

She scanned the outline again, liking it more and more, and finally yawned.

"Sleepy?" He realized that the other party had dark circles under his eyes.

"I filmed all night yesterday. If it wasn't raining today, I wouldn't be able to come back."

"Then you can sleep for a while, I will write more."

"Um."

Zhang Li got up and went to the bed, one was full of luggage and the other was a mess of quilts, so she took off her shoes and lay down directly.

People who go to bed in the afternoon often feel lost and alone when they wake up. Especially in the autumn afternoon, looking at the bleak dusk outside, I really want to die.

This time she slept soundly and peacefully, it was windy and rainy outside, regardless of day or night. I don't know when I opened my eyes, I felt extremely comfortable, and the exhaustion from staying up all night disappeared.

The TV was on, the music was soft, and a black and white round cake was squeezed into the screen.

Today is Tuesday, many units are closed in the afternoon, and the TV station has no signal. As for this round cake, its scientific name is the color TV signal test chart.

"what time is it?"

She stretched her waist and slowly got out of bed.

"It's four o'clock."

Xu Fei fiddled with a table of meals and said with a smile, "Are you hungry? I bought dried tofu, pork ribs, rice, rice wine, and snacks."

"Ah, diamond belly button."

Zhang Li picked up a small pastry, "I like this."

Diamond belly button is made by mixing flour with soybean oil, stuffing salt and pepper stuffing, and sprinkled with sesame seeds. It is said that it looks like the belly button of King Kong in the temple.

The two ate around the table. Teacher Xu sipped the rice wine and shook his head: "I can't get used to it after drinking it a few times. The Arctic Ocean is better."

"I think it's soft, and Xiao Xu likes it quite a bit, so go back and bring her a few bottles."

Zhang Li also pursed her mouth, only feeling refreshed, and said with a smile, "I'm still in good health. If it's Xiao Xu's place, staying up overnight could kill half of her life."

"She coughed and disappeared, so do you still have to boil it?"

Teacher Xu snorted and persuaded: "Don't talk about it, but be strong in your heart. Your body is the most important thing. What should you do if you are tired and sick?"

"..."

The girl didn't respond, and after a while, she said, "You can't do it. I've been working with the group for more than half a year, and I've found myself more and more inadequate. I said I want to be a big producer like you, but I know it in my heart. There is no ability to form a group independently, let alone any ideas, shots, and performances."

She was a little depressed, "Maybe I'm only suitable to be a production director, logistics housekeeper."

"Don't think so! Let me ask you, do you like this job?"

"like."

"That's fine! Don't compare me, I'm a genius.

If you compare yourself with yourself, if you like it, you have to persevere. If you really don’t think you can do it, the film and television industry is not just about being a producer, you can also do other things. "

Xu Fei snapped his fingers, "Magazines, periodicals, production companies, brokerage companies, theaters, film and television cities... Hey, like this Tangcheng, maybe you will build one yourself in the future."

"Nonsense again, how can I have such a great ability?"

Zhang Li's personality is different from Xiao Xu's, she doesn't get into the horns, and can't help but think about her future path.

She was just testing the waters in film production, and found that she was not talented enough, especially when Xiao Xu's career started, and she felt that she had achieved nothing.

After dinner, the two sat at the table, and Xu Fei continued to write the big frame of the story.

He doesn't plan to give birth next year, it's for himself, and it's positioned as a romantic drama in costume, relaxed and cheerful, nourishing the heart and eyes.

If conditions permit, he wants to try all types of dramas. Let domestic audiences have a comparison, lest any bullshit come in, and they will all be regarded as treasures!

In addition, there are several other dramas in the pipeline, which belong to the category of "prophets" that cannot be watched by people.

He finished writing a page, Zhang Li looked at a page, and suddenly said: "Is Qin Chong interested in Yaoqin?"

"Forget it, but this novel is so strange.

The hero is a small businessman and the heroine is a prostitute. Different from those loyal and staunch things before, Feng Menglong's petty bourgeois love expresses human desire.

Qin Chong's love begins with the other party's beauty, and Yao Qin's love begins with the other party's sincerity, but you appreciate it carefully.

An oil seller worked hard to save ten taels of silver, just to see her. He didn't do anything after meeting him, he was drunk and he took care of him all night.

Can you say that he is purely for sex? No, he looks up to Yao Qin's feelings, and saving money by copper coin is like a pilgrimage.

Besides Yaoqin, it is undoubtedly a gamble to hand over private money to Qin Chong who has only met twice, and let him redeem himself.

Does she have love? Might be a little tempting. The point is, she is willing to follow Qin Chong because he treats her well.

This may be love as understood by the ancients, or in other words, real life. "

The ancients were tactful, and today they just say: licking a dog will eventually lead to a house!

"Wow, boom!"

The rain is like a curtain, and the sky is getting darker and darker.

This drama is called "Love Book", Xu Fei doesn't remember clearly, it is a re-creation. There is also "Marrying the Right Man on the Wrong Sedan Chair" which is better, but he is not sure if the original work will come out.

"Yaoqin is the daughter of a rich family. She has read a lot of poetry and books. When she was trapped in a brothel, she drank and talked about poetry with literati. I arranged an improved version of Feihua Ling. Please help me think about it."

As he said, he got up, snapped, and turned on the light.

A dim yellow light shone on their faces, the wall clock clicked, one did not speak, and the other did not speak.

After being quiet for a few seconds, she picked up the manuscript, "Number Feihua Ling, even one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, plus a flower... This is too difficult, so I have to look it up in the book. Feihua Ling should It’s better to keep things simple.”

"Then change it to Yuzi. You have read all the books, can you answer ten sentences?"

"I'm not the real Baochai."

Zhang Li gave him a blank look, "But I also read a lot of poems, let me think about it... the small building listened to the spring rain all night."

"Well, go ahead."

"The moss and mangroves under the steps are scattered in the rain and the moon is sad."

"You can't see in the wet clothes in the drizzle, and you can't hear the idle flowers when they fall to the ground."

"Swallows don't return. It's late in spring, and the misty rain and apricot blossoms are cold."

The ancient Feihua Ling had very strict requirements on meter, and now anyone who understands meter is a simplified version.

She read seven sentences in a row, and felt a headache for a while, she got up and took a few steps, and suddenly said, "Yes, Xiaoyu rode a donkey into Jianmen!"

"That's a good sentence, chivalrous!"

Xu Fei clapped his hands, this is Lu You's poem.

"I can't think of any, there are two left, you make up."

"I really don't understand ancient poetry, you're embarrassing me, uh..."

He pulled the other party over and hugged him on his lap again, his head was sweating, "Hey, there it is!"

"Which one?"

"The warm rain, the clear wind and the first thaw..."

He looked at the girl in his arms, "Almond eyes and peach cheeks, I'm already in love with spring."

This is Yi An's word, the original sentence is willow eyes and plum cheeks, already feel the spring heart.

"you!"

Zhang Li's face turned red, and her heart beat wildly, "You are not serious."

"Why am I not serious? Continue according to the situation." Xu Fei smiled.