A few days before the Spring Festival, the General Political Repertory Theater. On a cold and windy morning, Gong Xue packed up and came out carrying a big bag. She was still wearing a military coat, covered tightly with a hat, gloves, and scarf, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. She looked at it and walked toward a figure slightly uneasy. "Is there anything missing?" "No." "Then let's go!" Chen Qi got on the bicycle and swung his long legs. Gong Xue followed a few steps and sat lightly on the back seat. He hugged the baggage tightly with one hand and held the edge of the seat with the other. He suddenly felt a little regretful. A few days ago, he came to deliver those manuscripts and asked himself when he would go home. Then he said he would send it off, but he didn't want to trouble anyone. But he insisted on giving it away, and he declined.
But he insisted on sending it, so he had no choice but to agree... She began to regret it at this moment, because she felt very embarrassed. She didn't know where to put her hands or what to say. Fortunately, Chen Qi was a talker and said against the wind: "I wrote a script for a martial arts movie. I went out to look for it a while ago. I'm an actor, I just came back." "Your screenwriter also found the actors yourself?" "I have the title of planner, so I can participate in the whole process." "Ah, then congratulations!" Mu Qiang is human nature, let alone his good friend. Gong Xue was delighted and said sincerely: "Look at you, you are only 19 this year... Oh no, you are 20 years old. How can anyone of your age have such achievements as you?" , I wrote two scripts at such a young age. Compared with you, I would have lived like a dog. Hey, who is the director? " "Li Wenhua, have you heard of it?" "You know, you know, I used to be a famous photographer. How do you get along?" "Not bad, very harmonious." "That's good. I'm an old-timer. You need to communicate more about some things, but with your temperament, I guess nothing can go wrong." "Why are you acting like my mother and starting to reason with me?" "As a friend who is older than you, I am sincerely thinking about you...Okay, I won't say anything anymore." Gong Xue knew he couldn't see, so she hummed and wrinkled her nose. whispering sound! The identity of your friend who is older than you... Chen Qi curled his lips and made the distinction so clearly, sooner or later he will let you call him daddy! We braved the wind and cold all the way and rode to the train station. The Spring Festival transportation of this era was different from that of later generations. Passenger cars were the main transport. Only when developed coastal areas attracted a large number of migrant workers did trains become the main force. However, China’s population base is too large. Even if there are few people taking trains now, the stations are still crowded and crowded. From Beijing to Shanghai, passing through Tianjin, Hebei, Shandong, and Jiangsu, many people make short trips, similar to Gong Xue, who are returning home to visit relatives. No seats, standing room.
Gong Xue put her bag on the ground, pulled down her scarf, and breathed out. Her lips were very beautiful, her upper lip was beautifully arched, and her lower lip was plump but not fat, like a flower that had just bloomed. "There's still more than an hour left. You can go back first. I can wait by myself." "It's okay, I'll stay here when I get back." "That would be too troublesome for you." "You said I'm your only good friend, why can't I help you?" "Did I say the only one?" Gong Xue retorted softly, more like talking to himself. She has no friends of the same nationality around her. Every year when she goes home, she carries a big bag on her back and leaves quietly. It was the first time this year that someone was accompanying him, and Chen Qi was very considerate. He jumped up and down, buying a magazine, some food, and even a roll of toilet paper. It does feel different. The tickets were finally checked, and the passengers lined up in a long queue. Chen Qi bought a platform ticket. It is very common these days to send people on the bus. Later, the platform ticket was cancelled, and he no longer saw relatives and friends getting on and off the bus. Another scene. "It's still a window seat, which is great!" "I'll put this here for you so you can look up." "Take this out, there's some food in it." Gong Xue was at a loss when being taken care of. She had long been accustomed to living independently and rarely had this experience. In particular, the guy next door made fun of him and said some difficult words such as "Girl, this is your partner", "talented man and good looks", "big fat boy", etc., which made everyone burst into laughter, and the car was filled with a happy atmosphere. The bell rang and Chen Qi got out of the car. "Woo~~~~~~~~" With a long blast, the train started to click. Gong Xue waved to him through the window and saw him being ignored by the car window little by little until he disappeared, but her eyes were still staring at the place where he was, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses. Apart from leaving my parents, I seemed to be in the mood to leave again for the first time. ………… "The filming is really bad, and the director is famous!" "I have never seen such a famous director. He even cried after asking us to criticize him for a few words. It's embarrassing!" "He's a famous director. He used to do art. This is his first time directing a play." On a street outside the Beijing Film Studio, two men and one woman, both in their twenties, were walking into the factory, talking and talking. A man with unkempt appearance and unkempt beard, his name is Tian Zhuangzhuang. One wears glasses, has a strong face and a thick voice. Her name is Li Shaohong. A tall and straight man with regular facial features and deep eyes exudes a temperament that can recite poetry anytime and anywhere. His name is Chen Kaige. These three are all second-generation sons of the factory. They were all admitted to the Nortel Directing Department in 1978. Now they are on winter vacation, fighting chickens and running dogs all day long with nothing to do.
As one of the top film schools, Nortel often screens new films and accepts comments from students. But this group of people are all arrogant and arrogant, and no one looks down on them. They often criticize the director and make him cry on the spot. What they were talking about was a movie they watched a few days ago. Although the three of them are all children, their hierarchy is evident in every aspect. Li Shaohong's mother is just an assistant director and has the worst family background. Chen Kaige's father, Chen Huaikai, mostly makes opera films. He is very senior and his status is not high. Tian Zhuangzhuang is the number one sect. His father is Tian Fang, the first director of the factory, and his mother's name is Yu Lan, Sister Jiang in "Eternal Life in Fire", one of the top 22 movie stars in New China, and the director of a children's film studio. No matter how arrogant Chen Kaige is, he still has to keep his beard in check. The three of them entered the gate and continued to walk in. Suddenly they heard a crunching sound behind them, followed closely by a guy riding a broken car, slowly passing by. "Who is this? He looks unfamiliar." Li Shaohong was surprised. "A new employee in the factory, right?" "No, he called that one..." Tian Zhuangzhuang was the most well-informed. He thought for a moment and said, "Oh yes, my name is Chen Qi. I was seconded recently." "Secondment? Which studio did you work for before?" "It's not a studio. I heard it's just a big bowl of tea." Chen Kaige looked constipated and couldn't help but curse: "How the hell can a guy who sells big bowls of tea get into Beijing Film Studio?" "It seems like a script was written, but I don't know the details." "We are so young in the mountains at school. The world is changing so fast. How many cats, dogs, and cats can sneak in? Let's go and have a look. How much does he weigh?" The director didn't dare to mess with Tian Zhuangzhuang, and he didn't dare to mess with a newcomer! He has a good family background, is talented, can write poetry, and goes to Beijing No. 4 Middle School, which is called a famous school. Regarding the children of No. 4 Middle School, the senior director described it this way: "Most of them are proud of the achievements of their parents. They regard themselves as born revolutionaries. They think that they have noble blood and pure thoughts and are worthy of the country's responsibilities. They passionately yearn for brilliant achievements..." Listen, I have been on this road since I was a child. In 1978, he wanted to take the exam for the Chinese Department of Peking University, but failed to pass the exam, so he deigned to go to Nortel. In the years to come, the director was always full of excitement and narcissism. Of course I won’t be angry when I see a shabby guy selling big bowls of tea!