The deputy minister in charge of film at the Ministry of Culture is called Chen Huangmei. He is 69 years old this year and has more seniority. He was reviewing documents in the office when he suddenly saw Wang Yang coming and asked curiously: "Old Wang, why are you here free?" "I'll send you the application!" Wang Yang handed over the briefcase with a smile. The two of them used to live in the same compound and were very familiar with each other. Chen Huangmei took it out to take a look and said with a smile: "You are really proactive and can't bear to be the factory director?" "How do I put this? I took over as the director of the factory in 1951 and have been working for 31 years. I will definitely be reluctant to retire like this. But if there is a suitable successor, I will retire immediately without saying a word." "The key is that it doesn't happen. Your body is strong and strong, so I let you stay some time." "Then what's wrong with you? You're older than me." "I will officially step down in May." "Hey, who will take over your shift?"
"The deputy director of the film bureau is named Ding Qiao." "Ding Qiao?" Wang Yang nodded, naturally recognizing it. He paused and said, "Is it because you want to retreat that you are seeking stability?" "Um?" Chen Huangmei put down his pen and turned around: "Old Wang, if you have anything to say, say it directly!" "That kid's script, I heard you were discussing it over and over again, and even called him back from Hong Kong. What are you doing?" "He is your grandson? Are you his grandfather? There are big problems with the script. We have constant internal disagreements. I am in charge of this work, so I naturally have to listen to the opinions of all parties." Chen Huangmei was angry and funny. "Forget it, why don't you listen to the opinions of all parties and make your final decision?" Wang Yang didn't criticize him and said, "I know what's going on in that script, and I think it's pretty good. We are in a new era. As a vanguard of literature and art, how can movies open up the situation if they are timid? You used to be the most supportive of young people. When the censorship of "Little Flower" was frustrated, you helped mediate it, but you were more advanced than me! " ""Little Flower" is "Little Flower", "Life is Beautiful" is different!" "Anyway, that guy wants to shoot, I fully support him!" Wang Yang said a few words to express his attitude, turned around and left. "..." Chen Huangmei sighed. He is indeed a kind elder. Even after he retired, he has given great help to the domestic film industry. For example, the fifth generation of "One and Eight" and "Yellow Earth" were very avant-garde at the time. When censorship was blocked, he was the mediator. Was able to pass. But "Life is Beautiful" is really different. ………… The next day.
It rained a little in the early morning, but it has stopped. The sun has come out, and the flowers and trees in the backyard are fragrant. The chirping of birds was noisy outside the window. Gong Xue woke up from a deep sleep and took a breath. When he touched the side, no one was there, and he knew that Chen Qi had gone to cook. She turned over, curled up her legs, huddled in the quilt and laughed. This is what she likes most about him, which is different from other gay men: how can a man cook at home these days? In other words, when a woman gets her period these days, how many men will take care of her? Gong Xue got up, wearing a set of pajamas sent back from Hong Kong, walked out of the main room and stood on the steps, with spring flowers swaying in the corner. By chance, Chen Qi emerged from the kitchen and said with a smile: "Are you awake? Wash your face and eat!" "Um!" She went to wash herself, and when she came back, the table was already set for breakfast. "Ah, eight-treasure porridge!" Gong Xue saw the porridge in the pot at a glance. The soft and glutinous rice porridge was mixed with a few cut jujubes, wolfberry, peanuts, and white fungus. Looking at the side dishes, it turned out to be fresh toon. "If it's not enough eight treasures, let's consider it as four treasures porridge." "Where did you get the materials?" "It's just food, what can't I get?" Chen Qi served her a bowl and deliberately teased her: "Just like you, others still use menstrual belts, but you have already used sanitary napkins..." "Oh, don't say that!" "What's going on?" "How embarrassing! You, a grown man, have your mouth full of this stuff. Aren't you ashamed?" "Feudal thoughts are at work. What is there to avoid about normal physiological phenomena?" "Anyway, you are not allowed to say..." Gong Xue felt ashamed. How could this be discussed openly? In fact, Chen Qi's level of indifference and tolerance towards certain things often shocked and confused her. In the Hereafter they will all be small matters. She pouted, took a spoonful of porridge and tasted it, her eyes lit up: "It's sweet!!" "Is it delicious?" "Uh-huh!" "Yeah, I know you like it, so go ahead and eat it. After eating, I have to go to the Ministry of Culture." He also eats eight-treasure porridge. His eating habits are like this. Squirrel mandarin fish, sweet and sour pork loin, eight-treasure porridge, etc. are all sweet in nature, so he can eat them. But for things like stir-fried vegetables, stir-fried meat, noodles, etc., you have to eat something salty. Hululu finished two bowls.
Ignoring the pushback from her hands and feet, he kissed her hard on the face and said, "I'm leaving. I won't necessarily come back when. Why do you want to leave me a note?" "Well, ride slower!" Gong Xue responded, slowly finishing breakfast, washing the dishes, lying down on the big bed again, and turning on the TV, feeling relaxed and at ease. When the two of them were together, Chen Qi relaxed and she felt comfortable too. Unconsciously, a whole morning passed and Chen Qi still hadn't come back. Gong Xue left a note and planned to go back to the factory first. Being physically handicapped and not riding a bicycle, I quietly came out from the corner gate and prepared to cross Shichahai to a bus stop. Shichahai is a beautiful place in spring. Willow trees are swaying on the shore and people are already rowing boats. She was walking along the lake, and suddenly she heard a voice: "Sister Xue!" "Um?" She was startled and turned her head. Li Jianqun was sitting among a pile of painting tools. He was dressed like a gypsy and was sketching. He smiled and said, "You came all the way from Beijing Film Studio to see the scenery?" "Ouch! Don't make fun of me!" "Then why are you not here to see the scenery... Hey, when did you come?" "Jianqun! You are so sharp-tongued, I thought we were good friends." Gong Xue felt as if she had been caught, and blushed terribly. Seeing that the other party was about to open her mouth again, she quickly stamped her feet: "You paint your picture, I'm leaving!" "Walk slowly!" Li Jianqun shook his head and seemed to find this very interesting. ………… "Xiao Chen!" "Xiao Chen!" "Hey, Xiao Chen is here!" "Hey, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Chen Qi arrived at the Ministry of Culture, entered the conference room, became familiar with some people, and greeted them with a smile. After a while, a few more came in, their attitudes were obviously different and they were quite cold towards him. As long as there is only one thought in a group at any time. Because humans are not robots. There are still many people who are dissatisfied with him, but it's hard to say anything because he has achieved great results. After a while, Chen Huangmei also came in and sat in the front seat. At this moment, there were people from the Ministry of Culture, people from the Film Bureau, and some invited theorists and scholars in the room to discuss "Life is Beautiful".