It has been almost a month since the college entrance examination ended. Xie Pingan, who no longer needs to study questions, still buys a copy of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" every morning.
Xie Pingan wants to keep this habit forever.
After all, it was because of the chemistry college entrance examination practice questions published in Oriental Metropolis Daily that the gap between myself and the candidates in the same grade opened up by more than 30 points.
Also, with the good score of ranking second in this grade, I was qualified to apply for Yenching University.
The most difficult days are waiting for the admission notice. If I really get my wish, I will probably not be able to read Oriental Metropolis Daily for some days.
Today is the weekend, and "Oriental Metropolis Daily" has published the Chinese and English serial collections of "Before Dawn" and "The Chronicles of Narnia".
Because he bought newspapers every day, Xie Ping'an didn't stay here much.
I was attracted by today's "What a Wonderful World" column.
[The ancient ways of looking for gold mines: there are green onions on the mountains, silver below; xie on the mountains, gold below...]
This is a gift prepared by Jiangshan for the Golden Army. It is said that this army only concluded this rule many years after its establishment.
Now, Jiangshan has published this information first, and he doesn't know when the other party will receive it.
"There is cinnabar on the top and gold on the bottom... This is quite interesting,"
After reciting a few sentences silently, Xie Ping'an, who was at the age where curiosity was overwhelming, quickly memorized it a few more times.
I am afraid that I will miss the opportunity to pick up gold in the wild in the future.
Keep turning over and keep reading.
"What's this……"
A quarter of the page's text caught Xie Pingan's eyes neatly.
[You can't predict tomorrow, but you can control today. Just do your best in everything, but you must do your best first...]
Xie Ping'an could tell at a glance that these were inspirational phrases that often appeared on the "Tiantian Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry" section.
However, when I showed up again today, I found that their layout was different from before.
The writing is in regular script, with a solid frame, handsome and powerful.
Although it is still a typeface, anyone can tell that the font is completely pen-type.
Not only that, under each line of text, there are also corresponding fields printed.
An understanding person can see the good intentions of such an arrangement at a glance.
Worried about having nothing to do at home during the summer vacation, he immediately unscrewed the cap of his pen.
Xie Ping'an, who had long been fascinated by the inspirational phrases in the "Oriental Metropolis Daily", started writing pen calligraphy according to the font on it.
This time, that time.
In this era where there is no chicken soup for the soul, Jiangshan will be praised for its delicious taste if he serves a bowl of it.
Not long after, Xie Ping'an had finished writing a quarter-page copybook trial version.
What should I do if I still haven’t finished it? I can only take out my own paper and practice according to it.
After some practice, classmate Xie Pingan has begun to long for more excellent pen fonts.
"Jiangshan calligraphy book?...I wonder if the bookstore sells it?"
Looking at the notes in the author's column, Xie Ping'an couldn't help but walk out of the house.
Similar situations continue to occur in Pujiang City.
For a time, major bookstores were flooded with people asking about "Jiangshan Copybook".
"Comrade, do you have Jiangshan copybook?"
"Comrade, give me a copybook of Jiangshan."
"..."
"Jiangshan Copybook?" The salesperson at the counter was confused: "No, we don't have this book here."
"No?" The crowd was also confused: "What kind of fountain pen copybook do you have?"
"Yes, as long as it is a fountain pen copybook, I don't choose."
"..."
"You don't have to choose," the salesperson said with a smile, "We don't have any fountain pens or copybooks to sell."
"Not even one?"
"Yes," said the salesperson categorically, "never. What happened today? Why do you come here to ask about the copybook?"
A wave of people were sent away, and not long after another wave came.
The same situation is happening at the Oriental Metropolis Newspaper office.
At this moment, the two telephones in the supplement department were ringing like smoke.
"Comrade, haven't I said this many times?"
Cai Wensheng explained repeatedly into the receiver: "As for the Jiangshan Fountain Pen Copybook, our newspaper will arrange it at a later date, and we are currently unable to publish it every day."
"It has not been published yet," another editor also became the operator: "Okay, we will definitely bring your words to Comrade Jiangshan."
"Lao Cai, Editor Jiang is so clever! Look at the readers' response, how enthusiastic it is!"
"What am I talking about? The word Jiangshan will definitely make people like it!"
"He is very happy in Yanjing. Unfortunately, we are too busy answering his phone. No, I have to drink some water first."
"The more readers like it," Cai Wensheng said with a smile, "the greater the circulation of our newspaper, how much smaller can your bonus be?"
"That's right. I heard that Pujiang Daily's bonus last month was not as good as ours..."
Just as he was talking, the phone on the desk rang again.
"Hello," Cai Wensheng picked up: "Oriental Metropolis Daily."
"This is also the Oriental Metropolis Daily."
"Jiangshan?" Cai Wensheng knew who it was as soon as he heard it: "Mayumi's work is done."
"I haven't seen anyone yet," Jiang Shan replied from the other end: "The flight is tomorrow morning."
"Then why are you calling back?"
"Hey," Jiang Shan was surprised: "If it weren't for Mayumi, I wouldn't be able to call you?"
Cai Wensheng, who knew what the other party was doing, suppressed a smile and said seriously: "You have something to say."
"Okay, okay," Jiang Shan said:
"I know your supplement department can't afford to offend me, so I would like to ask Editor-in-Chief Cai Da, what's in my copybook that has been published in the newspaper... ah... do you understand what I'm saying?"
"So far, I haven't heard any news," Cai Wensheng teased: "The market response is very dull, Comrade Jiangshan."
"oh,"
Jiang Shan was very disappointed. Fortunately, he had a plan B.
Comrade Jiangshan, who always plays safe, never likes to put his eggs in one basket.
"What?" Cai Wensheng's voice came from the phone: "Are you unhappy?"
"What's so unhappy about this?" Jiang Shan really couldn't be happy: "How can I force the masses to like it?"
"I'm kidding you," Cai Wensheng laughed out loud:
"Let me tell you Jiangshan, since this morning, the supplement pages have been calling non-stop. They are all asking about Jiangshan's copybook. Many readers are strongly requesting more space for the copybook."
"Truth or lies?" Jiang Shan couldn't react at all: "Don't coax me!"
"If you don't believe me, ask your brother." Cai Wensheng didn't have time to coax him:
"Many readers also mentioned on the phone that they had visited the bookstore, but unfortunately they did not buy any copybooks..."
"Okay, okay, okay," Jiang Shan was waiting for this sentence:
"Say thank you to my colleagues in the Supplement Department for me. The specialties of Yanjing will definitely be indispensable this time."
Casting stones to ask for directions works well.
With his hands in his pockets, Jiang Shan ran upstairs whistling all the way.
"How's it going?" I asked as I walked in, "What did Gutai say?"
"It's pretty much what I thought," Zhang Lu said with a smile: "As soon as I heard that I was going to Dunhuang, our station director just said a word."
"What?"
"If you have money issues, go to Jiangshan, and if you have equipment issues, go to Director Zhou."
Jiang Shan quickly stopped: "What do you mean asking me to resolve money matters? I still want to take advantage of your TV station."
"It's not that I won't pay it back," Zhang Lu tutted, "It's not because you have many acquaintances in Yanjing!"
"It's easy to talk," some people said, "Which one of us should follow the other?"
"I know you are the most loyal person," Zhang Lu continued: "Then when should we set off."
"I have to talk to you about this matter," Jiang Shan decided to talk about the twists and turns inside first:
"We are not the only ones going to Dunhuang this time. The Propaganda Department organized a team..."
Sunset and sunrise.
In the morning in Yanjing, people go for a walk and go to work.
Not only can you see the leisure under the imperial city, but you can also see the busyness of the metropolis.
Comrade Liu Xiaoqing stood in front of the bed with his hands on his hips.
The colorful plastic roll wrapped at one end has not yet been unloaded.
"Which one should I wear?"
Liu Xiaoqing spread the new clothes on the bed, looking left and right, and for a moment she ran out of ideas.
"I don't know how tall Mayumi is? She shouldn't be taller than me in the movie,"
"According to the plan, we want to visit the Summer Palace today?"
Liu Xiaoqing thought quite comprehensively:
"Well, you can wear high heels, and then wear the flat ones when you climb the Great Wall tomorrow."
After some summary research, Liu Xiaoqing finally picked up a blue dress:
"That's it, it goes with those white high-heeled sandals, it's just right, la la la~"
In mid-August 1979, Ryoko Nakano, who was visiting China for the first time, walked out of the cabin with a smile.
Also accompanying her were Komaki Kurihara, the heroine of "Looking Home", and Sayuri Yoshinaga, one of the four beauties of the Showa era.
From the moment they stepped off the plane, Nakano Ryoko and his party were always surrounded by calls of "Mayumi".
"What are they talking about?"
Facing the cheering crowd, Nakano Ryoko was particularly curious.
When the translator told her the meaning of these three words, Nakano Ryoko realized that the movie "Manhunt" was far more popular among Chinese people than she imagined.
She waved to the roaring crowd and said excitedly: "I understand, only Chinese people can call me Mayumi."
I originally thought that the welcome ceremony at the airport was warm enough.
However, Nakano Ryoko and his entourage clearly underestimated their popularity in the country.
Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu, who were arranged in the reporter queue, kept pressing the shutter.
"Oh," Jiang Shan didn't expect this scene: "I guess the Prime Minister of Japan won't be able to enjoy this kind of treatment even if he comes."
"That's right," the people around him said with a smile, "how can the people pay attention to him?"
"Let's go to the next stop quickly!"
"Is there another stop?"
"Where's the next stop?"
Neither Jiang Shan nor Zhang Lu said a word, and ran all the way to the taxi that had been waiting outside the airport gate.
The companions who were chasing after me watched them disappear in a flash.
Zhang Lu looked back and said: "Thankfully I listened to you and found a car, otherwise it would be useless if my legs were broken."
"This is where we are," Jiang Shan recalled the past: "It is much more comfortable to run news in urban areas. All you need is a car. If you go into remote mountainous areas, you have to rely on two legs."
That's all, he hasn't mentioned how to shoot news in war zones.
"Remote mountainous areas?" Zhang Lu asked curiously: "Where have you been to remote mountainous areas?"
"Not yet," Jiang Shan immediately shut up: "I just heard from some seniors."
"Let's talk more about it later when we have time," Zhang Lu also wanted to find a way out: "I'd better make more preparations!"
"Don't worry," Jiang Shan nodded and said, "I will tell you everything I know when I find time."
"It's interesting," Zhang Lu said simply when he thought of the two people's many cooperations: "In the future, whenever there is an interview assignment in the station, I will say hello to you."
"That's okay, we'll go together as long as I'm free."
"Okay!" Zhang Lu was waiting for his words.
Before we chatted for a while, we arrived at our destination.
In front of the Yanjing Hotel, there is another sea of welcome.
This time, even Jiangshan was dumbfounded.
"Mayumi, Mayumi..."
People gathered on both sides of the hotel, shouting Mayumi's name excitedly.
Even the sidewalks on both sides were filled with cheering crowds.
The Japanese film delegation, accompanied by Chinese personnel, is walking towards the hotel.
Nakano Ryoko was smiling and waving her little hands all the way.
The surprise in my eyes never stops.
Nakano Ryoko, who visited China nearly a hundred times in the future, wrote this passage in her memoirs:
"At the time, I didn't know that this was a country that had just begun to reform. People's eyes were shining and the society was full of great vitality.
I looked down from the top of the hotel and saw thousands of bicycles flowing continuously on the straight streets of Yanjing... I was very shocked!"
As Director Gu had informed in advance, Mother Deng actually met with several Japanese actresses at the Yanjing Hotel.
Accompanying him are Liu Xiaoqing and Zhang Jinling from "Beiying Three Flowers".
But these are not the inside stories that Jiangshan and the others can take pictures of.
Fortunately, after only waiting for a meal, the Japanese delegation walked out of the hotel door again after being received by the senior management.
I just raised my camera and took a quick photo of the country, and then put it down again with a smile.
In the crowd not far away, Liu Xiaoqing, wearing a blue dress, was smiling brightly at him.
Not to mention, at this period Liu Xiaoqing's sunny smile was still very lethal.
Zhang Lu, who was beside him, stretched out his arm to push Jiang Shan down: "She is smiling at you!"
"I'm not blind!" Jiang Shan raised the camera again and took a photo of Sayuri and Mayumi:
"Sayuri? Who gave her this name? It's really a shame!"
Seeing them walking past him, Jiang Shan took the opportunity to make a gesture of drinking water.
Liu Xiaoqing winked at him immediately.
She was not stupid, she could see at a glance that Jiang Shan was reminding her of her mission to "drink Coke".
The taxi following the minibus drove towards the Summer Palace together.
This moment, another corner of Yanjing City.
Huang Yongyu has knocked on Jiang Feng's door.
Comrade Jiang Feng, who just resumed work this year, was simultaneously appointed to the positions of president of the Academy of Fine Arts, chairman of the Artists Association, and consultant to the Ministry of Culture.
However, at the same time, his health was deteriorating.
"Old Secretary," Huang Yongyu used to call Jiang Feng, "his complexion looks much better recently than he did a while ago."
"I feel much better too,"
Jiang Feng and Huang Yongyu sat opposite each other: "In a few days, I should be able to go to the courtyard to have a look."
"Don't worry, take your time."
"Don't worry, I know it well." Jiang Feng smiled and picked up the tea:
"I really envy your body. You run around all day long. Tell me anything new outside recently."
“It’s really something new,”
Huang Yongyu also carried a small bag and went out today: "I saw a good thing recently, and I brought it to you to take a look."
"Oh?" Jiang Feng looked at him and took out a stack of manuscripts like a treasure, and said with a smile: "I thought it was a painting!"
"Although this thing is not a painting," Huang Yongyu risked his life for Jiang Shan, "but it is also very beautiful!"
