Faced with Teacher Xie Fei's questioning, Wang Fulin smiled and said nothing.
His unbiased eyes were still looking at the male classmate who was talking kindly.
"Although the concept is not profound enough and the production is a bit rough," Chen Kai's speech finally came to an end:
"But the TV series "There Was a Young Man" still has some merits. At least it is a great progress for our country's small screen."
After finishing, he glanced at Li Shaohong with a serious expression, seemingly unintentionally.
I found that the other party seemed to be discussing in a low voice what he had just said with Hu Mei beside him.
The next second, Chen Kaige's whole body exuded a light of confidence.
You must know that classmate Li Shaohong at this moment is the crush of all the male students in the directing department.
Satisfied, Chen Kaige looked around.
I accidentally met a young man standing at the back of the classroom.
Somehow, this young man's smiling expression made him startled.
What a pair of smiling eyes, with a hint of teasing in their warmth.
Looking deeper, his seemingly lazy gaze seemed to have penetrated all his internal organs.
After slightly stabilizing his position, he took a closer look at the person in front of him.
He was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, and a figure who looked like a leader was standing beside him.
No, he was sure that he did not know this comrade.
However, this person gave him an indescribable feeling.
However, within ten breaths of time, Chen Kaige, who had been stunned before, changed his expression to "I don't look down on you even more".
Also, how could he bear the teasing eyes of others?
In the entire directing department, even Zhang Yimou is reading the book list he made.
Jiang Shan, who was leaning against the wall, didn't pay attention to each other at all.
He was looking at everyone in the classroom with a smile.
These people are really in a good time!
No matter how much you mess around with in the future, there are five or six people who can still survive.
Especially this Brother Kai, who was actually forced to make a movie called "Farewell My Concubine", adding a masterpiece out of thin air to his miserable film and television works.
Hahaha,
Suddenly, a string of hearty laughter echoed in the classroom.
Jiang Shan Xun Sheng looked over, and Hu Mei, who was sitting next to Li Shaohong, didn't know what she heard and started laughing.
At this time, Hu Mei, who had just turned 20, was covering her mouth with her hands to hold back laughter.
I turned around and took a sneak peek at Teacher Xie’s little appearance. She really looked like a girl next door.
Who would have thought that this small frame would later lead to the creation of the magnificent "Yongzheng Dynasty" and "Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty".
A few minutes later, the four people standing at the back of the classroom came out one after another.
Teacher Xie and Wang Fulin walked side by side in front.
Jiang Shan and Zhou Yeming deliberately fell a few steps behind.
"Xiao Jiang, this is the learning atmosphere of our Yanjing Film School," Zhou Yeming said as he walked: "How do you feel?"
Jiang Shan turned around and looked around: "It's quite interesting to me, but they seem to be more interested in the big screen."
"Alas," Zhou Yeming shook his head: "Even you can see it!"
"What do you have to worry about?" Comrade Jiangshan was still very comforting: "Hitachi's color TV production line has been established in Pujiang.
The black-and-white TV production line in Sichuan Province will soon be put into production, and Sanyo TV has also set up an office in Yanjing. Yanjing TV’s programs will soon be available to thousands of households..."
"Haha, it's not that easy!"
"Just take a look!"
Zhou Yeming paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly with Jiang Shan.
In 1979, in-depth technological cooperation with Japan greatly increased the number of domestic TV factories.
In fact, our country could have successfully introduced a color picture tube production line as early as six years ago.
In 1973, it was allowed to introduce a color picture tube production line from the United States.
However, Jiang Qing was furious because the inspection team brought back a glass snail symbolizing longevity presented by Corning Corporation of the United States.
I went to the Fourth Machinery Department and scolded him, saying that this snail was an insult to the country.
As a result, the introduction and cooperation plan that the entire team had been working hard on for nearly a year fell through.
"Your team's fighting power is so strong," Wang Fulin, who was walking in front, said with a slow smile: "Our TV station really...can't afford it!"
Comrade Wang Fulin's ideas are very thorough.
What he wants is an assistant director who can wear many hats, not an uncle who can only point fingers!
"Hahaha~" Teacher Xie smiled and shook his head: "A bunch of young people don't mean what they say. Director Wang, please don't take it seriously!"
"Actually, it's nothing. Everyone has their youthful and energetic moments..."
The group of people walked together and stopped talking about the assistant director.
At this moment, CCTV is still struggling to choose famous actors than it will be in the future.
However, Wang Fulin was unwilling to use only free students from the film academy like in "There Was a Young Man".
Fortunately, hard work paid off and he was able to find several actors who were somewhat famous at this time.
Among them was an actor named Magach, who was busy helping the crew solve a series of problems.
After being discovered by Wang Fulin's keen eyes, he immediately took up the position of director's assistant.
After that, it was logical that he continued to serve as the assistant director on the crew of "Dream of Red Mansions", and also played the role of Jia Baoyu's father, Jia Zheng.
After returning to the city, Zhou Yeming's car stopped at the intersection of Xinhua Bookstore.
After bidding farewell to the two leaders, Jiang Shan happily walked into Xinhua Bookstore.
I looked up at the high-hanging classification signs and quickly found the site of the comic strips.
If you want to see how eager people are for knowledge today, come to Xinhua Bookstore.
The busiest place among them is the Little Ren Book counter.
A large group of children surrounded the place.
Although the ceiling fan above his head was whirring, Jiang Shan, who was still sweating profusely, kept fanning himself with his hands.
Standing at the outermost edge, he glanced inward and saw countless pairs of small hands waving coins stained with sweat in front of the counter.
Most children's goals are animated movies and comic books published by American Film Studio.
Two female salespersons, who were also sweating, handed this item to that item neatly.
"No more," after a while, the salesperson passed a message to the back: "Comrades in the back who want to buy animated movies and comic books, there is no need to queue up anymore, they are all sold out..."
"Why is it gone again?"
"I've been coming here for several days."
"..."
Jiang Shan saw this scene in surprise. He knew that this book would be popular, but he never expected that it would become a hot-selling book.
After waiting in line for more than ten minutes, it was finally Jiang Shan's turn: "Comrade, give me a little book called "Three Strikes of Bone Demons", as well as "The Battle of Red Cliff" and "Seven Captures of Meng Huo"."
Bang bang bang, the expressionless salesperson quickly took pictures of three books: "What else do you want?"
"Is there a short story about "Cooking Wine and Discussing Heroes"?
"have."
"Are there other versions?"
"That's it."
"Then I don't want it."
After some tossing, Jiang Shan backed out holding a few little books.
After letting out a long breath, I happily found the service desk.
At this time, Xinhua Bookstore's basic business was to mail books to customers.
Opening the address book, Jiang Shan wrote down the addresses of Huang Yongyu and Shao Fulin one after another.
These two people have been clamoring to see his works before.
This time after going to Yanjing, Jiang Shan finally took this matter to heart.
The day after the college entrance examination.
Sitting on the return train, Jiang Shan silently opened a copy of that day's People's Daily.
Suddenly, an article in the newspaper aroused his interest.
[Last year, more than ten people from the production team of "Nezha Haohai" braved the heat and went to Qingdao, Laoshan and other places to collect materials.
Mr. Zhang Ding and the young people climbed mountains and water, and sketched on the spot.
The old man spread out a large piece of rice paper and placed it on the stone, and used burnt ink to sketch on the spot the waves crashing against the rocks.
His wife, Teacher Chen, followed him and pressed the paper with all her strength when the sea breeze blew.
The creative team also went to Qingdao Aquarium and Oceanographic Research Institute to draw every move of marine creatures...
The above news is reproduced in "Oriental Metropolis Daily"]
"Hey," Jiang Shan became more and more happy as he looked at it,
I didn’t expect that the People’s Daily would also reprint their newspaper’s articles.
The key to this article is from his interview reports.
More than twenty hours later, Jiang Shan, who was packed with bags, finally got on his second brother's bicycle.
"Why didn't you sit on the soft sleeper this time?" Jiang He's voice was still as calm as water.
Jiang Shan, exhausted, leaned on his second brother's thick back for the first time: "I don't want to trouble them."
"What's the matter? When you go out, you have to rely on friends." It's rare for the second brother to talk too much.
"Ah," Jiang Shan yawned, looking at the passing cars with dull eyes: "How is it? Is everything going well at home these days when I'm not here?"
"Well, there's no difference."
Finally, the overly warm home arrived.
After entering the door, Jiang Shan threw himself on the bed without saying a word.
"Brother," Jiang Chuan, who had been waiting in the room, called out sweetly, "You are so tired, brother, hurry up and drink some water."
Jiang Shan closed his eyes and waved his hands slowly.
"Brother Jiangshan, have a drink of water."
Hearing something wrong, Jiang Shan quickly opened his eyes: "Ruhua, why is it you?"
Ying Ruhua stood beside the bed holding a water glass, with a refreshing ponytail revealing her plump forehead.
"You seem to have grown taller after not seeing each other for a few days," Jiang Shan smiled and took the water glass, joking with the little girl.
Sure enough, Ying Ruhua, who was so nervous a second ago, laughed out of embarrassment: "No way, he's still 1.6 meters tall."
Ever since he came over, Jiang Shan would always make excuses for the size of the picturesque girl.
The short legs are long and the short legs are short.
I originally didn't think I was short, so I started to pay attention to my height.
It's a pity that although he hasn't grown in size, his appetite has grown a lot.
"Wow, look at the picturesque scenery,"
Jiang Chuan, who had been rummaging through his bag, finally found his target: "It's actually a pair of high heels."
"It's true," said Ying Ruhua, who had never worn high heels before, her eyes filled with joy.
The next second, he pursed his lips in embarrassment.
I couldn't help but think that it was because she was short that she chose a pair of high heels.
Jiangshan bought two pairs of milk-white semi-high-heeled women's sandals for 28 yuan: "Try them on and see if they fit."
"Okay," Jiang Chuan was already ready without him saying anything: "It's so fast and picturesque, why are you still hanging around?"
"okay,"
Ying Ruhua quickly sat on a small stool and stretched out a white and tender foot without any hesitation.
At this moment, Jiangshan and Jianghe looked embarrassed.
The two brothers picked up a book next to them in unison.
After staring for a while, he heard Jiang Chuan's delighted voice: "I'm dressed just right, not too small at all. How about you?"
"Me too," Ying Ruhua looked at her feet with a smile: "It's so beautiful. I haven't worn high heels yet."
"Who isn't?"
"Let me take a look." After a while, Jiang Shan looked at it openly: "Well, I have pretty good taste."
“That’s great.”
"These shoes are from Guangzhou," Jiang Shan pointed at the shoes and said, "You may not be able to buy them in Pujiang."
The two girls on this side were happily staring at their feet.
On the other side, Jiang He was packing the luggage for the third child: "Huh? Why are there still men's sandals?"
"This time I went out to buy shoes for our whole family, young and old,"
Jiang Shan only needs to stop in front of the department store counter: "I want to buy everything at home."
"Brother, you have such a good habit," Jiang Chuan kept walking back and forth in the house wearing new shoes: "You must keep it up."
Looking at the chocolate-colored plastic sandals in his hand, Jiang He also smiled: "His habits follow mine!"
Jiang Shan did not answer their words for a while: "Xiaochuan, how did you and Ruhua do in the exam?"
"Just...just like that!"
"I didn't do well in the exam," Ying Ruhua didn't dare to lie: "Only Chinese and Chemistry were okay."
"Is chemistry okay?" Jiang Shan smiled and nodded: "Not bad."
"Brother, can you please stop mentioning the exam? It will ruin the fun."
"You have to ask a few questions," Jiang Shan threw two packs of Yanjing preserved fruits into their arms: "Which college takes the college entrance examination as seriously as ours does."
Jiang He's eyes were cold: "It's so outrageous."
"Brother Jiangshan, don't worry," Ying Ruhua, holding a bag of preserved fruits in both hands, stood up immediately to express his determination:
"I have decided to transfer to the liberal arts major. I will definitely be admitted to university next year and move out of your house."
The girl blinked her clear eyes and spoke the last sentence word for word.
It was as if I was reading a letter of guarantee to Jiangshan: Comrade Jiangshan, please rest assured, I will not stay here forever.
"Haha," it's so silly and a little cute.
Seeing the little girl's serious look, Jiang Shan couldn't help but laugh: "Actually...anyway...you just try your best, it doesn't have to be too hard."
"Don't worry, little brother, you can't work hard even if you want to work hard like a painting." Jiang Chuan arranged his portion of preserved fruits and poria cakes, picked them up and prepared to go back to the house.
"Huh?" Jiang Shan obviously didn't understand what the younger sister said.
"That's it... that," Ying Ruhua touched her forehead in embarrassment: "that... actually, I feel like sleeping as soon as I read."
"Oh," Jiang Shan nodded: "How about I teach you a move?"
"What?"
"Stand and watch."
"Hmm? Well." The little girl nodded seriously: "I'll try it in a minute."
"The third child,"
Watching the girls leave, Jiang He handed a note to Jiang Shan: "The Meiying Studio seems to be looking for you for something urgent."
