1979 Golden Age

Friends who often have sex know that when two people are together, holding hands makes them want to hug, hugging makes them want to kiss, kissing makes them want to touch breasts, and touching breasts makes them want to take off their clothes. This is a common practice...

Chen Qi has a very good kissing skill, starting with light and then heavy, starting with shallow and then deep, sometimes shallow and sometimes deep, and soothing properly.

The person in his arms was extremely stiff at first, and then slowly relaxed. That thin waist was like a spring willow by the river, soft and smooth, and it seemed that you could feel the touch inside through the clothes.

He kissed for a while, and when he was about to stick his tongue in, Gong Xue suddenly found strength from nowhere and pushed him away.

"What are you doing?"

She was not angry, but was surprised and ashamed of the action of sticking out her tongue.

"Uh, how do you explain this?"

Chen Qi scratched his head. If there was a movie of Xiao Tao, Cai Hua, and Yua at this time, he would understand everything at a glance.

"We can't do this anymore. We've already made a mistake... It's time to go!"

Gong Xue lowered her head and hurried out first. Chen Qi had to follow her. She didn't say a word along the way.

After returning to the Beijing Film Studio, she ran back to her room, threw herself on the bed, buried her head for a long time, and then touched her face. It seemed that she still had a trace of heat from just now. She looked dazed, and her eyes showed some struggle.

There was both the desire and physiological instinct for the first intimate contact, and the conservatism that was accustomed to being bound by the environment, as well as the fear of the current trend.

"..."

Her mind was a mess, and she finally blamed that guy again.

"He is really getting more and more excessive. Holding hands and hugging is not enough, and he even wants to kiss... In a few days, will he have to..."

Gong Xue's face began to heat up again, and she shook her head desperately, no, no! That absolutely can't be done!

Somehow, the words of a woman named Yu Jiajia echoed in my ears: A man will not cherish you if he gets you too easily. You drag him and seem to want to give it to you, but I won’t. When he gets impatient, he pretends to give it to you, but I won’t give it to him again…

“Is it really necessary?”

She frowned and thought seriously, but still shook her head: This is not good. I am sincere to him, not teasing him.

But, but… After going around in circles, it is still the original question:

“I am several years older than him!”

…………

The weather is getting colder.

The Film Bureau first sent the news. Since the competition films had to be submitted before November, Yu Yuxi was very tight on time. She hurriedly watched several films and finally chose “The Return of the Swallows” by Shanghai Film Studio.

This film is very simple: the heroine was labeled a rightist and had to separate from her husband. 20 years later, she was rehabilitated, but refused to be transferred back to the big city, and was determined to devote the rest of her life to the medical cause in the frontier.

It was in line with the leadership's idea, politically correct, ideologically meaningful, and embodied China's values...

At the same time, it also came with one more thing: Support Beijing Film Studio's "Tai Chi" to participate in the exhibition!

Wang Yang achieved his goal, so he didn't care about Yu Yuxi's "abuse of private power". The next few days were to sprint for the post-production of "Tai Chi", and Chen Qi was busy again.

The autumn in Beijing was short, and people put on their coats early.

Beijing Film Studio was near Xiaoxitian, 2 kilometers away from Beijing Film Studio, very close. Later, it was even closer, and moved directly next to Beijing Film Studio, and then the movie channel came, and the three units were next to each other.

Early that morning, Chen Qi arrived at Beijing Film Studio.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. Dozens or hundreds of people gathered there, holding a piece of paper in their hands, nervous and expectant, not knowing what to do - just like the art exam candidates in later generations.

He showed his ID and entered the gate, just in time to see Xie Yuan.

"Hey, great screenwriter!"

Xie Yuan ran over, like a husky trying to please him: "There's another play for us. Don't look for Zhang Fengyi or Zhang Tielin. Zhang Fengyi is filming Xiangzi. Zhang Tielin is becoming more and more like a pervert. I can do anything."

"Get lost. I won't look for you!"

Chen Qi slapped him and asked: "What are you doing at the door? Why are there so many people?"

"Oh, the school is going to open an amateur acting class. Some ordinary people who love art want to get involved in the film industry, so they sign up. They say the registration fee is 50 cents, the tuition is 30 yuan, and the study period is five months. Isn't this obviously a scam? The school is not honest."

Xie Yuan is just a nagging person. He doesn't keep his mouth shut.

"30 yuan, so many people sign up?"

"More in the past two days, but today is the last day, so it's considered a small number. I heard that there are about 3,000 people."

Chen Qi was also surprised. 30 yuan is not a small amount. Why are there 3,000 people signing up for an amateur acting class? It can be seen that the soil of literary and artistic career is deep, extending to the later generations, that is, everyone wants to rush into the entertainment industry and become a big star.

He asked Xie Yuan to take him to find someone, went upstairs, and arrived at a classroom.

"Teacher Hu is teaching, you have to wait. Do you have any other instructions?"

"No, get out!"

"Yes!"

Xie Yuan patted his sleeves, bowed, and left with a funny face. To be honest, Chen Qi likes him very much. He has good acting skills and a good personality. He can't become an idol star, but he is more than enough to be a powerful actor.

There was the sound of music in the classroom, and someone was talking.

Chen Qi leaned on the window and took a look. A middle-aged man in his 40s with a side-parted hair and elegant temperament was playing the piano. His name is Hu Weili, a music teacher in the recording department of Beijing Film Academy.

It seems that the class has just started, so I have to wait for a while.

He walked around upstairs and went down to the first floor. He saw that the people at the door had already come in and lined up in the corridor. There was a classroom as the registration office. Some were young, and some were obviously older. They all went in excitedly to register, and then came out with a simple admission ticket.

The line was on the right side of the corridor. Chen Qi walked around on the left side, looking at everyone with a strange expression.

The world is really small!

He walked to the end of the line, pursed his lips, deliberately stood behind the last person, and coughed.

"..."

Li Chengru looked back, what is this grandson doing? After a few glances, he asked: "Hello, are you a student here?"

"How did you tell?"

"First, you are young, and second, you didn't take the registration form."

"Haha, smart!"

Chen Qi smiled and asked: "Are you here to register because you are interested in acting?"

"Who would come here if they are not interested? 30 yuan is blown by the wind?" Li Chengru rolled his eyes.

"I mean, you look outstanding, and you have acting experience."

"Hey, you have good taste! I work in a garment factory, and I perform drama as an amateur, and I perform quite well. I thought, let's study hard, so I came here. It's a pity that I'm a little old. If I were younger, I would have taken the college entrance examination directly."

26-year-old Li Chengru is also a chatterbox, with hair, and his small eyes blinking with a shrewd look.

"You are a little old, the one in front of you is just right." Chen Qi smiled.

"Who is it? Are you talking about me?"

Zhang Guangbei also looked back.

"Yes, I can see that you have been a soldier with your spirit!"

"Hey, you are amazing, I just retired! Are you a student here?"

Zhang Guangbei stretched out his hand to shake hands with Chen Qi, and then looked at Li Chengru, and the two shook hands.

Chen Qi just came to watch the fun, smiled but did not answer, only said: "Looking at the two of you, you are both beautiful and outstanding, you will definitely be selected."