"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 something to do with me?"
"I just wanted to write something, and I heard a sound upstairs. Come and have a look."
"Ah! I'm so sorry for disturbing you!"
"It's okay, it's 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 don't wear 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 Meeting"??"
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 "Story Club" when I was a child, and later it was changed to "Revolutionary Story Club"."
"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 need to worry, thank you in advance!"
The two stood at the door and chatted for a few words. Chen Qi did not 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, wiped himself 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, and wrote a letter to her parents.
Her home is in Shanghai, so it's easy to find out something.
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After the reopening, the environment for literary and artistic creation gradually relaxed.
Literary and art periodicals at the central and provincial levels were restored one after another, and magazines were launched in various localities. Even units at the county level were publishing magazines. From the late 1970s to the early 1980s, a magazine boom began across the country.
At this time, 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 literary nature, and reflect the times...
Nothing wrong.
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. Simply put, 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 number 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% 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 above them.
This is a record sales volume of 7.6 million copies for a single issue, reaching the peak of single issue circulation of periodicals in the world.
Before 2000, an average of 4 million copies were sold 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 does not think it is low to submit articles to "Story Club", but actually likes it very much.
At this moment, when he returned to the room, it was already 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 remember it at all!"
"Old Mo Han, the abandoned disciple of the Qingyun Sect? This is cultivation of 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 been prepared and it would be difficult to write it again, but the theme of Shaolin Temple can be worked on.
There are many behind-the-scenes stories of "Shaolin Temple". Chen Qi can't participate now, but he must participate because this film will be of great use!!
He didn't know what the result 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.
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"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 filming. 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 very 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 has one camera, which seems shabby, but you have to remember that Beijing Film Studio shoots several films a year, sometimes starting at the same time, and has one camera for each film, which is already quite wealthy.
"Journey to the West" is so shabby, one camera lasted for 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 has a unique shape, like five old men sitting on the ground.
"Oh, Wulaofeng!"
"Wulaofeng?"
Chen Qi scratched his head, so familiar?
I remembered it later, 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, Purple Dragon is useless and will get his eyeballs when fighting, 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 ensure that it meets 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 stone, but Geng Hua broke 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 trousers, and black cloth shoes. He was experienced, 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 puff-sleeved shirt with flowers, 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.
As the saying goes, a man is judged by his clothes.
Dressed up in this way, it really seems to be a foreign style - this is a foreign style that is in line with Chinese aesthetics, not the American style of drug abuse, promiscuity, rock and roll, and speeding bikers.
"Go through the show first!"
"Ready, 3, 2, 1!"
Gong Xue was carrying a bag and a map, looking for pillow stones while comparing them.
She was going to walk down the path, onto the bridge, take a look at the rocks, and the scene was complete. As a result, 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 crazy cry, I heard that there will be an Aurora leader in May!
No more...)
Chapter completed!