Everyone, you looked at me and I looked at the sky, but no one made a sound.
You don’t need to think too hard to understand that the little comrade just stepped on the red line.
He also joined Huang Hua's camp at this moment.
I ate the green peppers one by one, hating that the eggs had been confiscated in advance.
"Actually, there's nothing that can't be said,"
Finally, Director Gu's voice broke the silence. He pointed his chopsticks at the young man and said, "If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten about it."
Then he looked at his two dining friends again and said:
"When Ni Kesong visited my country in 1972, he stayed at the Jinjiang Auditorium on Maoming Road. At that time, he was accompanied by more than 200 foreign journalists."
"Pujiang Foreign Affairs Ministry prepares a gift for each member of the US delegation and accompanying reporters."
"So, each of them received 5 kilograms of Maotai wine-filled chocolate and 5 kilograms of White Rabbit toffee."
“I didn’t expect that this would lead to Americans’ luggage being overweight when they returned home.”
"Many American reporters and staff left many redundant iron-clad film boxes in the hotel in order to take away Moutai and Dabai Free."
"At that time, the leader sent me to take reporter Wu Yadong to the hotel to retrieve these iron-clad film boxes."
"The superiors specifically told me that the film box must be taken to the darkroom before being opened, for fear that there might be a time bomb hidden inside."
At this moment, Jiang Shan and Huang Hua also became nervous following Director Gu's topic.
Director Gu deliberately said word by word: "When Wu Yadong was in the darkroom, carefully opening the iron box..."
Gu Zhengzheng slapped his thigh: "I found that it was full of Eastman film color films that are scarce in China."
"This was an unexpected surprise. Later, our station used the color film left by these reporters to shoot Pujiang's first color documentary "Light Industrial Park Flowers in Bloom"."
"The film is 18 minutes long. After the filming was completed, there was still film left, so an additional 3-minute color newsreel "Pujiang Silk" was shot."
"The peach and apricot branches are like brocades of flowers," Xu Gong said with his eyes shining: "That is the most beautiful picture I have ever seen."
After a meal, Comrade Jiangshan felt like he had received a history lesson from Pujiang TV Station.
An idea came to my mind inexplicably, since I traveled through time, why not go back twenty years earlier?
But the next second, I thought of those ten years and immediately woke up.
Sure enough, people can’t eat too much!
…
When Jiang Shan was still eating on the TV station.
Father Jiang was riding his bicycle home with a serious look on his face.
Jiang Xiaobai was sitting on a small bamboo chair in front, and Jiang Xiaoyu was sitting on a small bamboo chair in the back.
Jiang Xiaobai was shaking his head, smiling and humming all the way.
If someone were to walk across from them at this moment, they would see a grandfather and grandson with very different expressions.
"Xiao Bai, are you teaching new songs in kindergarten today?"
After listening to it all the way, Jiang Xiangnan's sad face gradually disappeared: "The tune is quite pleasant."
But the grandson was not very eloquent, and his grandfather could not hear a word he said clearly.
Jiang Xiaobai sang even more energetically after being praised by his grandfather, and his two fat legs started to sway.
Jiang Xiangnan stretched his head and took a look. Fortunately, his legs were short and would not get caught in the wheels of the cart.
Slowly, Jiang Xiaoyu, who was sitting in the back, started singing along, and this time Jiang Xiangnan finally heard it clearly.
"Say Byebye to all your worries,
Say Hihi to all the happiness,
Dear dear..."
Along the way, the little chorus of two children, one behind the other, never stopped.
When the bicycle turned into Anhe Street, Jiang Xiangnan had already left.
Following the two children, they shook their heads together: "Say Byebye to all your worries..."
The issue of bell-bottom pants was forgotten two miles away.
However, as soon as I stepped into the small courtyard, I quickly found it again.
Jiang Xiangnan looked at the courtyard full of display boards in surprise.
I didn't buy the "Pujiang Daily" today, but there were more than 20 copies standing in the small courtyard.
After holding a pair of children, Jiang Xiangnan took a closer look.
Red and orange paintbrushes conspicuously frame newspaper reports about bell-bottom pants or "Wang Xiang".
In the blank space of the display board outside the newspaper, "Introduction" is also marked in the largest font.
[China Youth Daily calls: Let’s start with young people’s hair styles and trousers]
[Renmin Daily Column: Cao Yu speaks out for bell-bottom pants: open your eyes boldly]
[Jie Fang Daily: Lesbians are flocking to the People’s Shopping Mall. Where are Mayumi’s scarves of the same style? 】
[Pujiang Daily Relay: Speak up for bell-bottom pants]
…
No need to explain much, Jiang Xiangnan has already fully felt what these display boards will bring to the bell-bottom pants in the fourth workshop.
"dad,"
The youngest daughter Jiangchuan walked out of the house carrying "Mayumi" and "Rigen Xiaojuan":
"How many bell-bottom pants are there that haven't been sold?" Jiang Chuan looked disgusted: "I sleep in the same room with them every day, and I don't dare to open my eyes in the middle of the night."
"Why are you opening your eyes when you're already asleep?" Father Jiang carefully took the two immortals from his daughter's hands: "If it doesn't work, just leave them all in my room."
"You can put them in my room." At this time, the second child, Jiang He, also brought two out.
Father Jiang shook his head: "Where can you get a foothold in your house? By the way, what's going on with this newspaper?"
"The third child sent it back in the morning," Jiang Heyiwu said, "He drew one piece himself and then went to the TV station. I finished the rest."
"Son," Jiang Xiangnan patted Jiang He's shoulder hard: "Ten boys like Xiang are not too many."
It's just under seven o'clock in the evening, the same time as before.
The bell bottoms team from Workshop 4 once again appeared in front of the five largest cinemas in Pujiang.
Since the eldest and third eldest children of the Jiang family have many things to deal with every day, they will no longer be able to be there to help.
Therefore, the two groups responsible for the Grand Guangming Cinema merged into one.
Not long after arriving, Father Jiang didn’t see Auntie’s team.
But I found that the queue to buy tickets in front of the cinema ticket window was much more spectacular than usual.
After asking about it, I found out that it was all because an article by the great writer Cao Yu was reprinted in today's "Pujiang Daily".
[I heard that the movie "Looking Home" might be banned. How could I miss such a good movie, so I quickly asked someone to buy a movie ticket...]
The news immediately spread to tens of thousands, to tens of thousands...
As a result, citizens who were originally only interested in "Pursuit" came to watch "Looking Homeward" again.
It’s still the kind of haste that leads to haste.
Father Jiang couldn't help but sigh, this must be the celebrity effect that the third child often talks about!
He couldn't allow him to think too much, and it only took a few minutes.
"The bell-bottom pants from the Second Clothing Factory are finally here..."
I don’t know who shouted.
Suddenly, all the lesbians gathered around.
Fortunately, the two groups are together today.
At this moment, those who look at the goods look at the goods, and those who collect money collect money.
Even though everyone was so busy and sweating profusely, they still did not forget to serve with a smile.
Jiang He tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, but he didn't know whether he was smiling or not.
Anyway, the lesbians obviously couldn't let him go wherever he stood.
In the end, they actually took the initiative to line up.
At this time, Director Wu of the Second Garment Factory was leaning on the sofa at home to soak his feet.
Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door, and then Jiang Xiangnan's voice sounded outside the door again:
