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, hat, gloves, and scarf, covering her face tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
She looked at it and walked toward a figure with a slightly uneasy look.
"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. Suddenly he felt a little regretful.
A few days ago, he came to deliver those manuscripts and asked himself when he would go home.
Then I said I would give it away, but I 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 and I went out to look for it a while ago.
I'm an actor and 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’ve 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 very 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 sincerely consider 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. When developed coastal areas attracted a large number of migrant workers, trains became the main force.
However, China’s population base is too large. Even if few people take trains now, the stations are still crowded and crowded. From Beijing to Shanghai, passing through Tianjin, Hebei, Shandong, and Jiangsu, many people are traveling for short distances, similar to Gong Xue, who are returning to their hometowns.
Visiting relatives.
No seats, standing.
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, can I still help you?"
"How did I say the only one?"
Gong Xue retorted in a low voice, 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. This is the first time she has someone to accompany her. Chen Qi is still considerate, jumping up and down, and buying a magazine.
After a while I bought some food and even a roll of toilet paper.
It does feel different.
Finally, the tickets were checked, and the passengers lined up in a long queue. Chen Qi bought a platform ticket. It is very common these days to give people a ride on the bus. Later, the platform ticket was cancelled, and he no longer saw his relatives and friends getting off the bus.
Talk about 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 kind of experience. Especially when the neighbor next door joked and said some unintelligible words such as "Girl, this is your match", "Talent and good-looking", "Big fat boy", etc.
It made everyone burst into laughter, and the carriage was filled with happy air.
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 of separation 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.
There was a man with unkempt appearance and unkempt beard. His name was Tian Zhuangzhuang.
One wears glasses, has a strong face and a strong voice. Her name is Li Shaohong.
There is a tall and straight man with regular facial features and deep eyes who exudes the aura of being able to recite poetry anytime and anywhere. His name is Chen Kaige.
These three are all second-generation sons of the factory. They all entered 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 in Nortel, new films are often screened and reviewed by students. But these people are all arrogant and look down on no one. They often make the director cry on the spot when he criticizes them.
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 only an assistant director and has the worst family background. Chen Kaige's father, Chen Huaikai, mostly makes opera films and is very senior, so 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 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 dress up Tian Zhuangzhuang.
The three people 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."
"Second? From which studio?"
"It's not a studio. I heard it's a big tea shop."
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 that I wrote a script, 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, three dogs and four dogs can sneak in? Let's go and have a look and try to see how much he weighs."
The director didn’t dare to mess with Tian Zhuangzhuang, so he didn’t dare to mess with a newcomer!
He came from a good family, was talented, could write poetry, and went 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, consider themselves born revolutionaries, think they have noble blood, pure thoughts, and are worthy of the country’s responsibilities, and passionately yearn for brilliant achievements...”
Listen, I have been doing this 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 condescended 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!
Chapter completed!