"Dong dong dong!" He stood at the door of the room upstairs and knocked three times. The noise in the room suddenly stopped, followed by a creak, and the door was opened, revealing a pretty face without makeup. "Comrade Xiao Chen!" Gong Xue was wearing a sleeveless white dress and a pair of white high heels. There was a hint of shyness and panic in her eyes, as if she was secretly doing something in the room. "Hey, you live above me?" Chen Qi really didn't know. "Well, do you have anything to do with me?" "I just wanted to write something, and I heard a noise upstairs. Come and have a look." "Ah! I'm so sorry for disturbing you!" "It's okay, okay, I just want to ask, what are you doing in the house?"
"I……" Gong Xue's pretty face turned red and she whispered, "I want to practice wearing high heels, but I haven't worn them yet." "Oh, you need to practice this thing specially. If you haven't worn it before, it will be like walking on stilts, and your feet will sprain easily." "I'm sorry, I won't practice in the house anymore." "It's okay, it's okay. You said I feel like a chicken with a small belly. Okay, I'm going back..." Just as Chen Qi was about to turn around, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, you are from Shanghai. Do you know that there is a magazine in Shanghai called "Story Club"?" ""Story Club"??" Gong Xue thought for a moment and said, "Are you talking about the "Revolutionary Story Meeting"?" "Are these two the same thing?" "It should be. I watched "Storytelling" when I was a child, and later it was changed to "Revolutionary Storytelling." "Then do you know what this magazine is like now? I mean, does it accept submissions of popular novels?" "I'm not sure. Let me ask you. Are you anxious?" "No hurry, thank you in advance!" The two stood at the door and chatted for a while. Chen Qi didn't dare to enter the house, and Gong Xue was even less likely to let him in. At her age and my age, there are people who can talk but not listen. They can crush people to death under their tongues and jump into the Yellow River to wash them away. I have to take care of this... Chen Qi patted his face and dodged. Gong Xue closed the door and took off her shoes gently. After just walking for a while, her foot sprained and hurt. She thought for a while and sat at the table, gently rubbing her ankle with one hand, taking a pen and paper with the other hand, and wrote a letter to her parents. Her home is in Shanghai, so it's easy to find out something. …………
After the reopening, the environment for literary and artistic creation gradually relaxed. Literary periodicals at the central and provincial levels have been restored one after another, and magazines have also been launched in various localities. Even units at the county level are publishing magazines. From the late 1970s to the early 1980s, there was a magazine craze across the country. During this period, it was easy to run a magazine, as long as it was an unit. By 1981, there were 634 literary and art magazines in the country. The thoughts of the mainstream literary world have always been dominated by large journals such as "People's Literature", "Grudge", and "Harvest". They pursue serious literature, pay attention to profound thoughts, strong literariness, and reflect the times... There is nothing wrong with that. But this is the same as the music and film circles. Over time, some people will naturally regard themselves as synonymous with the mainstream, and condescendingly define latecomers. Those who are obedient will be included in the mainstream, and those who are disobedient will be considered non-mainstream. Having said that, so many magazines of varying quality have made the market a mess. First, it has greatly squeezed the space of mainstream magazines. To put it simply, sales are not good; second, it is a waste of paper. This is not a joke. Nowadays, everything is in short supply, including paper. As a result, the officials first cleaned up a batch of local magazines with poor quality, and then issued regulations in 1984: they were required to be responsible for their own profits and losses, and no more funds were allocated. In order to survive, these local magazines turned to popular literature one after another and began to publish novels such as martial arts, romance, and thrillers. This also led to the prosperity of popular literature in the 1980s. Of course not yet. Nowadays, 99% of them are engaged in serious literature. If there is 1% that is alternative, it can only be "Story Club"! "Reader", "Zhiyin", "Yilin" and "Youth Digest" are the four major classics. Why is there no "Story Club"? Because "Story Club" is on top of them. This is a record sales volume of million copies for a single issue, reaching the peak of the world's single issue of periodicals. Before 2000, it sold an average of 4 million copies per issue. Even today, when many people think it has stopped selling, it still maintains a monthly sales volume of 500,000 to 600,000. Chen Qi doesn't think it's low to submit articles to "Story Club", but actually likes it very much. At this moment, he returned to the room and it was quiet upstairs. Sitting at the table, he continued to sort out his thoughts. He wanted to write a martial arts novel, but the word martial arts was not popular at this time, and they were all called martial arts. ""Looking for Qin" and "Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty"? It's too pornographic, and it's so long, I can't even remember it!" "Old Mo Han, the abandoned disciple of Qingyun Sect? This is cultivating immortality. Let's talk about it in a few years." "Ghost blowing out the lamp? I'm afraid I'll be shot for five minutes for inciting others to rob a tomb!" "Shaolin Temple?" The name suddenly popped into his mind, and he fell into deep thought. "Shaolin Temple" should have already been prepared. It's hard to write it again, but I can work on the theme of Shaolin Temple. There are many behind-the-scenes stories of "Shaolin Temple". Chen Qi can't participate now, but he must participate because this film has great uses! ! He didn't know what the outcome of Gong Xue's question would be, so he wrote it first anyway. As soon as the idea comes to mind, I start writing. The sound of brushing sounded under the lamp. …………
"This way, this way, move faster!" “Sister, please step aside a little bit, I’ll take a photo of you later!” Three days later, the crew of "Lushan Love" officially started shooting. Of course, in this era, there was no Hong Kong gang custom of burning incense and offering pig heads. Chen Qi was embarrassed to be idle, so he came over to help move equipment and so on. There is the famous Bailudong Academy in Lushan, where Zhu Xi once established culture and education. There is a stream in the academy, which is fast and turbulent. There is a big stone pillow here, so it is named Zhenliu Stone. There is also a bridge on the stream, called Zhenliu Bridge. The two characters "Zhenliu" are written in Zhu Xi's handwriting. The crew only had one camera, which seemed shabby, but you must know that Beijing Film Studio shoots several films a year, sometimes starting at the same time, and one camera for each film, which is already quite wealthy. "Journey to the West" is so shabby, one camera lasted 25 episodes. "It's so hot today! It's not cool in the mountains either." After Chen Qi finished moving his things, he stood on the bridge wiping his sweat. The staff member laughed and said, "There is no shade here, so of course it is hot." "There are trees over there. I need to cool off for a while...Hey, those mountain peaks are quite interesting." He pointed to the peak on the north side, which had a unique shape, like five old men sitting on the ground. "Oh, Wulaofeng!" "Wulaofeng?" Chen Qi scratched his head, so familiar? I remembered it after a while, oh, Zilong’s master Tong Hu was stationed at Wulaofeng. He was a dry little old man who transformed into a Libra Golden Saint! Speaking of which, Zilong is useless. He gets his eyeballs every time he fights. Shun will look for his brother. Hyoga will miss his mother. Seiya is Saori's big licker, but Ikki is the strongest! "Okay, get ready!" "Go through it first!" Film is expensive, so save it if you can. Before the official shooting, you have to go through the scene several times to meet the standards before shooting. Today's scene is about the first encounter between the male and female protagonists. Zhou Yun came to Lushan to play, stood on the bridge, and wanted to take a picture of the pillow flow stone, but Geng Hua barged into her lens, and the two had their first conversation... The scene of Tang Guoqiang was filmed first. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of military green pants, and black cloth shoes. He was experienced and came over with a book and sat on the pillow stone to read. "Okay, that's it!" It passed easily. Wang Haowei nodded with satisfaction and shouted: "Gong Xue, get ready!" Gong Xue became visibly nervous. She wore a light purple flowered puff-sleeved shirt, red bell-bottom pants, high heels, and a small foreign hat. Her hair, which was originally a little curly, was permed to make the waves more obvious.
Just as the saying goes, people rely on their clothes. Dressed up like this, it really seems to be a foreign style - this is a foreign style that is in line with the aesthetics of the Chinese people, not the American style of drug abuse, promiscuity, rock and roll, and speeding. "Go through the show first!" "Ready, 3, 2, 1!" Gong Xue was carrying a bag and a map, comparing it while looking for pillow stones. She's going to walk down the path, onto the bridge, look at the rocks, and the shot is complete. It turned out that she was wearing high heels, and Wang Haowei frowned when she walked like this. After taking two more steps, she shouted: "Stop! Stop!" "Gong Xue, what are you doing?" (Thanks to cry madman, I heard that there will be an aurora in May! No more...)