"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A train of green leather cars bound for Jinan from the capital, speeding at dozens of kilometers per hour, with white snow on both sides, scattered fireworks in the villages, and an unobstructed view of the rough and vast northern land.

"Comrade, please bring two lunch boxes!"

"Here's your money!"

Chen Qi handed over seventy cents and took two aluminum lunch boxes. He first gave one to Li Wenhua opposite him and then opened it himself. The cabbage and potato stew with soup was covered with rice. It was fragrant and hot.

It was half a month before the Spring Festival, and the railway passenger traffic was about to surge at any time. Choosing to travel at this stall was asking for trouble, but there was no other way. He had to hurry up and finalize a few actors before Zhang Xinyan so that he could bargain.

"Xiao Chen!"

Li Wenhua was eating and suddenly said: "I have been at Beijing Film Studio for so many years, and it only takes 20 days from project approval to preparation for a script. This is the first time I have seen such speed."

"That's why I asked you to take charge of the overall situation. I am a junior, how can I care about a movie? I have to rely on you!"

"They say you are versatile and can indeed speak."

Li Wenhua smiled, and his attitude towards Chen Qi was polite, cold, and a bit scrutinizing.

Because he is the director Wang Yang selected for "Tai Chi". He is 51 years old. He started out as a photographer and later directed his own films. "The Golden Dart and Huang Tianba" and "The Invincible Mandarin Duck Legs" are all his works.

Of course Wang Yang had explained it before. He must have felt uncomfortable when such an old person had to negotiate with a young person.

Chen Qi wandered around the world in his later life, who hasn't seen him? It's very simple to give him face. As long as he feels that he has face, everything is easy to talk about.

"Would you like some hot water?"

"It will take a while."

"There aren't many people around here, I'll take care of things for you... It's okay, I'll just go!"

Chen Qi took his enamel jar to make hot water. After eating, he took the initiative to clean up and returned the aluminum lunch box. Yes, of course he couldn't give it back to the passengers.

With such an attitude, Li Wenhua didn't want to be aggressive, so he said: "Speaking of which, I heard about you before you entered the factory, and I have read the letter you wrote in the China Youth Daily."

"Have a laugh, have a laugh."

"The writing is very good, especially the sentence about facing the sea and spring flowers blooming. My daughter liked it the most and even wrote it down in her notebook..."

Before he finished speaking, a girl next door suddenly connected to the wifi and called out: "Ah, are you Chen Qi?"

"It's me."

"It's really you, what a surprise, hello, hello!"

The girl hurriedly stretched out her hand, and Chen Qi shook her hand, then listened to her words: "I am also an educated youth, and I also joined the cooperative last year. I was confused at that time and felt that life was boring. Then I saw your article,

I even wrote you a letter, but why didn’t you reply to me?”

"Maybe the China Youth Daily didn't forward it to me, it was all handled by them."

"They are so annoying! Anyway, I have to thank you. You gave me a lot of encouragement. My favorite line is also the line "Facing the sea and spring flowers are blooming. Is this a separate sentence or a poem?"

"This is……"

Chen Qi scratched his head, how the hell could he memorize this poem?

He felt that it was a bit awkward to recite a poem for no reason on the train, so he said: "It was just a sentence I wrote casually when I got inspired."

"But there are already poetic images!"

The girl was obviously a literary youth, and said: "The artistic conception of this sentence is so warm, full of beauty and longing. If you have time, you can study it and write a poem."

"I try my best, try my best."

Chen Qixin was very tired.

I squeezed into the green car, ate potatoes and cabbage, endured all kinds of smells, and thought about casting. I was still thinking about the cultural and artistic career of the motherland in the distance, and I was so kind that I had to chat with me and take care of the fans' emotions... Two Beijing and one

The burden of the thirteen provinces is all on my shoulders!

The girl was excited for a while and then took out another magazine. It was "Poetry Magazine" which was reissued in 1976. The first editor-in-chief was Zang Kejia.

"Have you read this? I buy every issue. My favorite is "To the Oak" by Shu Ting. I know it by heart. 'If I love you - I will never be like a climbing flower that uses your high branches to show off.' How tenacious it is

Beautiful spirit!”

She really memorized poems.

"Why don't you submit your article to a magazine? Your writing is so good, it will definitely be published." The girl asked again.

"I have recently switched to writing popular literature, martial arts, romance and so on."

"Ah? How can you write popular literature!"

The girl's disappointment was visible to the naked eye, and she also felt a little bit resentful about the lack of steel, but fortunately, her interest was dispelled and she stopped talking about it.

Being able to write poetry, play guitar, and break dance these days means you have priority in mating. Don't think that this era is very conservative. It is generally conservative and partially open.

There are really a lot of fun, from high-ranking officials to ordinary people, men and women have suppressed it for too long and suddenly burst out, and the sphincter can't control the corpus cavernosum...

Chen Qi doesn't want to join. He has no interest in poets and is 99% mentally ill - Gu Cheng is a serious mental illness, as is his wife, the mistress is also sick, and the whole family is a genius.

Going to Jinan is much easier than going to Lushan. It can be reached in one day.

We set off in the morning and arrived at Jinan Railway Station at night. The girl also got off the train here and left a note for Chen Qi. She probably wrote a contact address or something like that. Although he writes popular literature, he is so handsome!

Chen Qi turned around and tore it apart without even looking at it.

Li Wenhua watched everything with great interest and asked: "Why did you tear it up? They are so considerate."

"When we meet by chance, why do we need to do unnecessary things?"

"How do you call it redundant? You are talented, and the girl admires your talent. Isn't it a fate?"

"We met by chance on the train, but I have no interest in her, which means that our fate ends here. After getting off the train, we are strangers again."

"That's interesting."

Li Wenhua nodded, his impression of him rising slightly.

…………

The land of Qilu has been prosperous in martial arts since ancient times and has produced many famous figures.

For example, there was a man named Cai Guiqin who founded the "Jingwu Sports Association" in Shanghai with Huo Yuanjia. He met Qiu Jin and served as an instructor at the Generalissimo's Mansion in Guangzhou. He also donated 200,000 yuan to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea.

His son's name was Cai Longyun. In 1943, a group of foreigners showed off their martial arts in Shanghai and set up a competition platform. The martial arts community formed a Chinese team to compete. Cai Longyun was only 15 years old and beat a Belarusian athlete 13 somersaults.

Cai Longyun was born in 1928 and died in 2015. He was the captain of the national martial arts team. He was too senior and a master-level figure. Chen Qi would definitely not be able to invite him. This time he was anchored by another famous figure.

The next day, early in the morning.

Chen Qi and Li Wenhua came to the SD Provincial Sports Work Brigade, which was changed to the Sports Technical College in 1984.

The two of them showed their IDs at the door, and after waiting for a while, they saw a middle-aged man with a high hairline and a simple appearance coming out. He spoke a strong Jiaodong dialect, which was a bit difficult to listen to.

"Hello! Hello! I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You are Coach Yu, right?"

"Yes, our name is Yu Hai!"

Chen Qi shook hands with him and felt it carefully. Good guy, those fingers were as thick as radishes.

Especially the two dense elbows - the wrist area of ​​the Mantis Fist is even thicker and harder. If you hit the temple, you won't get bruises?

"Everyone is very happy to know that you are coming. We will cooperate with your work, but you must also understand that it is the leaders who have the final say whether to release people and how to release them."

"I understand, you just show us first."

When the three people entered the hospital, Chen Qi talked to them all the way: "Coach Yu, what kind of kung fu do you practice?"

"Seven Star Mantis Fist, the master is Lin Jingshan."

"That's a great master of the generation. It's true that a great teacher makes a great disciple. I heard that you also know how to use sticks?"

"I know a little bit about stick skills and sword skills, but I don't practice well."

"Isn't it bad that we have already won the championship? We ordinary people just dug into the ground and won it. You are humble, you are the great master of our time."

"Oh, you said that this young man like you...can't afford it, you can't afford it!"

Yu Hai smiled like a rose flower.

Li Wenhua had been observing him, and he was extremely surprised. With his achievements, his age, his fat head, and his calm and honest demeanor, he was definitely the Chen Zhengying in the script.

The head of Chenjiagou, Yang Yuqian’s master, and the heroine’s father!

Just like tailor-made.

When other people film a movie, the characters come first, and then the actors.

When Chen Qi makes a play, he has the actor first and then the role. Every carrot and every pitfall is more accurate than the recruitment of state-owned enterprises.
Chapter completed!