Since 1983

Chongqing Hotel is not in Chongqing, but in Beijing.

Xibahe Guangxi Gate Beili, a six-story building, is not big, with more than 100 guest rooms. It opened in 1991.

In the afternoon, Lao Qian, the director of production, brought in a bastard, sixteen or seventeen years old, black and oily like a little monkey, and said: "From now on, you will live here, two people share a room, and the one with you is called Geng Jue, Be honest and don't fight!"

"I, I definitely won't fight!"

The boy shrank his neck and looked around: "Director, the hotel in this capital is not bad, it's about the same as Qingdao."

"What's the matter, can you afford it? More than a hundred people live in the Great Wall Hotel, how much does that cost?"

Lao Qian is the production director of "Happy Marriage", and he was invited again this time. The production team was first established, but the staff was not yet complete, and the assistant director and production manager arrived first.

Go up to the fifth floor, push away a room, and shout: "Geng Jue, call those two children!"

"Eh!"

A tall, thin young man went.

After a while, everyone arrived, and Lao Qian introduced: "This kid is Xia Yu, this is Ning Jing, and this is Tao Hong. You should get acquainted first."

After the old money left, the four of them were very cautious.

Ning Jing spoke first and asked, "Boy, how old are you?"

"I'm 76."

"I'm 72, called sister!"

"..."

Xia Yu looked at the other party, he was as dark as himself, like a wild child in the mountains, with big eyes and big mouth, and his smile made people flustered.

Looking down, it is a loose shirt with a bulging chest.

He didn't dare to look any more, and called out, "Sister!"

"Well, good boy."

"Hey, there's me too, I'm 72 too."

"sister!"

"Eh!"

Xiao Taohong was completely non-aggressive, and was having fun again.

Xia Yu was very naughty, he restrained himself when he first arrived, and asked cautiously: "Brother and sister, have we been selected?"

"I don't know, I think it's a candidate, but I haven't seen any other actors." Geng Jue was also puzzled.

"Maybe I'm still picking."

"Anyway, try to stay when you come, don't think about anything else." Ning Jing was the most determined.

"Yeah, everyone, come on!"

Xiao Taohong was a little guilty, she called Teacher Xu herself, and she thought she had gone through the back door.

We got to know each other as we chatted, and we got to know each other.

People in this age seem to have some stories, the legends left by their parents, and the weird and weird ones inherited by their children and grandchildren.

For example, Geng Jue, he is a student of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, his grandfather is Zhang Ding, a famous painter who participated in the design of the national emblem.

During the Anti-Japanese War, Zhang Ding entrusted his eldest son to a friend surnamed Geng to raise him for work needs. This person had no children, so he simply adopted him as an adopted son and changed his name to Geng Jun.

Geng Jue is the son of Geng Jun.

Another example is Xia Yu, whose father was originally an actor of the Qingdao Repertory Troupe, but later divorced and moved to Hangzhou to engage in painting, and at the same time worked in an art research institute in Beijing.

He was fostered at his aunt's house in Rizhao when he was young, and later went to school in Qingdao. His father ran between Hangzhou and Beijing, and there were not many opportunities to meet him. It was also after seeing the news in the newspaper that he recommended his son to the crew.

After warming up for a while, the old money came back, holding a roll of things, "Come on, stick it all!"

"Where is it posted?"

"Stick to your house."

The four of them opened it and saw, oh, it was all old pictorials of Mao, Lin, and Hong Xiaojiang. Pure hand-painted, dazzling red, mottled old.

Xia Yu didn't understand either, so he quickly stuck around the room.

After dinner, Mr. Xu made a rule that as long as newcomers come, they will eat meat at night. The oil and water in 1993 were still not enough, Xia Yu killed a big elbow, alone.

Braised in soy sauce, soft and delicious, even the skin is golden red.

In the end, I lay down on the bed and touched my bulging belly, it was wonderful and beautiful.

It seems that from the moment he stepped on the train, away from his high school studies, he took a magical path. He turned his head to look at the wall, and on the wall was the great Grandpa Mao.

"Glory shines, bless the people."

The bastard closed his eyes and fell asleep.

…………

Jiang Wen had never seen anything like this.

People say, "I'll let you see the actors in a few days." It's a few days, but I don't know how long it will be. Just like "treating you to dinner another day", it doesn't make sense.

But after a few days, Xu Feizhen asked him to go see an actor.

So, with a feeling of doubt, surprise and inexplicable anger, he went to the Chongqing Hotel.

"Teacher Xu!"

"Teacher Jiang!"

Xu Fei was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, and stood on the steps just like Michelangelo's David.

Twenty-eight years old is just the right age, going forward to thirty, mature and charming, looking back at the tail of youth, naturally stimulating. Jiang Wen was only two years older than him, rough and primitive.

"Let me introduce first. This is Lao Qian, the production director, and Xiao Lin, the financial director. More than 100 people are on call at any time."

"They're all from Beijing Film Studio?"

"Mostly."

Jiang Wen blinked, is this kid as strong as Beijing Film Studio? What did I miss?

The two went upstairs, Xu Fei called the actor out.

"Xia Yu, Ma Xiaojun."

"Hey!"

Thirty-year-old Jiang Wen stood there, looking over affectionately, his eyes were full of his teenage shadow.

"Good boy, like!"

"Like it?"

"Very similar!"

"That's good. Ning Jing, Milan."

"..."

Jiang Wen rolled his eyes, frowned slightly, and said, "Smile and let me see."

Ning Jing grinned widely.

He was noncommittal and said, "What about this one?"

"Geng Jue, Liu Yiku."

"Um."

"Tao Hong, Yu Beibei."

"Well... come and talk."

He called Xu Fei aside and said, "Milan must be tall, with good skin and great temperament, that's called Da Sammi. Ning Jing is too short and too dark, and her smile is too sweet, it must be possible."

Da Sammi is a vocabulary in the capital.

Ao Dajin made an explanation: "You are good-looking, without princess disease, and the more manly you are, the more I love you. If you go to the street to fight, I will help you lift the bricks; if you go to the street to play the piano, I will help you sing harmony .You were beaten into a vegetable, and I will support you for the rest of your life."

To be specific, it is Xu Qing in "Old Paoer", which is the favorite of old men.

Another word is fruit.

Refers to girls who like rock and roll. Jian Guoer refers to a beautiful young woman, and Cang Guoer refers to a woman who is no longer young.

Teacher Xu doesn't like it, and has a physical dislike for these words.

Having said that, Jiang Wen continued: "Geng Jue is okay, Tao Hong is the best, but we still need to observe."

"I don't have time to observe. Other athletes have to participate in the National Games. Come and have a look first."

"Oh... then I've seen this wave, what about the others?"

"Anything else?"

"Nothing else?!"

Jiang Wen was taken aback, as if he had bumped into the most unbelievable thing in the world, "Mr. Xu, did you find four?"

"I think it's pretty good. Don't you say Xia Yu looks alike?"

"No, casting requires a lot of preparation! Find a few more to compare, and only after comparison can you know who is the most suitable."

"oh……"

Xu Fei was stunned, as if he had just understood the truth, and said, "That's fine, now that the assistant directors are here, they will choose again."

Tsk!

Jiang Wen was immediately upset, are you really pretending?

Before he could speak, Teacher Xu said again: "Your script is almost ready, so why not just move it over here, and the military camp will contact you immediately. Let's start it immediately, and practice while writing.

I'm going to be busy this time, so I'll get in touch again. "

(besides……)