1979 Golden Age

There are two ways to quickly close the distance between people.

One is to do something together, whether it is good or bad; the other is to have a heart-to-heart talk.

Gong Xue is like this at this moment, and she calmed down and knew that Chen Qi's words were not malicious, but just seducing... uh, tempting... that, guiding! Guiding herself.

But she was still very shy, so she walked to the fork in the road silently. Chen Qi suddenly said: "You go back first, I will go back later."

"Yeah!"

She nodded and walked ahead obediently.

"Tsk tsk, I really feel pity for you."

Chen Qi looked at her back and thought about her pear blossoms in the rain just now. This kind of pure and natural Jiangnan beauty is too hard to find in the future.

In fact, Gong Xue's acting skills were already very good when she filmed "Under the Bridge", and she handled it very delicately. In the early days, it was really not good. She only had a face, and it was a pity that she didn't shoot more dramas when she was in her prime.

Today, she took the initiative to ask about her shortcomings, which really made Chen Qi look at her with a high opinion of her. She is a very good girl.

"Mandarin ducks live together and butterflies fly together, the spring scenery in the garden is intoxicating, I quietly ask the holy monk, is my daughter beautiful..."

He deliberately stayed for a while before walking back, humming randomly, and suddenly had an idea: "If there is a chance, I will find Zhu Lin and let her and Gong Xue be in the same frame of a play, with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum on the left and right, ah, each with its own merits... Those stupid netizens in the future will burn incense and build temples for me to save merit money?"

...

"Xiao Gong, you just came back?"

"Well, go out for a walk, you should go to bed early."

Over there, Gong Xue returned to the hotel, trotted into her room, closed the door, leaned against the door and didn't move, as if her mind was empty, and she was inexplicably dazed for a while.

She felt that she was too bold today, and she actually said so many things, these things she didn't even tell her parents, because she was afraid that they would worry.

"Xiao Gong?"

There was a knock on the door behind her. She turned around and opened the door, smiling: "Jinling, have you finished your meal?"

"I've finished twice. Why did you go out for so long?"

"I thought the sunset was beautiful, so I watched it for a while longer..."

"Is there a sunset today?"

Zhang Jinling scratched her head, took out a piece of clothing, and said: "I don't know when it got torn. I have to trouble you to mend it. Although I can sew, compared with you, I'm like a fire-making girl."

"Don't say that, it's embarrassing."

Gong Xue took the shirt, found the sewing kit, and threaded the needle and sewed it neatly, without any impatience or reluctance.

In the 1960s, each person could only buy three feet of cloth per year, and later it increased to six feet, and it gradually increased with the development of the textile industry. This depends on the specific situation in each place. Now in the most places, each person has 16 feet of cloth, and another 16 feet is subsidized when getting married.

Poor families with many children have the hardest time. They buy some cloth to make clothes for their children, and adults can only wear spun cloth - that is, all kinds of worn-out cloth are broken and re-spun. It is very rough and even stinging when worn.

So these days, if a piece of clothing is torn, it is all mended and not thrown away.

Gong Xue sat on the bed mending clothes, and Zhang Jinling was not idle either. She gave her emotional value: "Look at you, you are good-looking, good-tempered, and clever. How did you give birth? I envy you to death."

"You are exaggerating."

"I'm serious. If anyone marries you, it's called accumulating eight lifetimes of blessings."

"If you say that again, I won't mend it for you!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it..."

Zhang Jinling is one of the three golden flowers of Beijing Film Studio. Her representative works include "Crossing the River Reconnaissance", "The Great River Flows", and "Xu Mao and His Daughters". She married and had children in the mid-1980s and retired very early. Later, she tinkered with calligraphy and painting and worshipped a disciple of Qi Baishi as her teacher.

"Your craftsmanship is just great, a hundred times better than mine. I'll look for you when I return to Beijing."

The clothes were mended quickly. She made a joke and said, "Hey, have you heard from Director Wang? We'll be back in ten days."

"I haven't heard about it. Why?"

"The Writers' Congress will be held at the end of the month. Director Wang and I will both attend."

"You're going to attend the Writers' Congress? That's great."

Gong Xue's eyes sparkled, and she was envious. Zhang Jinling smiled and said, "Don't worry. When "Love in Lushan" is released, you'll also have a chance."

"That's not certain!"

"Why not? The quality of this film is here, it will definitely be a success."

Zhang Jinling left, and Gong Xue was worried about what she said. Of course, she hoped that "Love in Lushan" would be successful, but she also thought that she would be back in ten days, so she suddenly felt reluctant to leave.

...

"Xiao Chen!"

"Here, here!"

When Chen Qi came back, he was called to the restaurant on the first floor. After the party, a group of people sat together, scratching the remaining melon seeds, potatoes, etc. We will have a day off tomorrow, and everyone is very relaxed.

"The song you just sang wasn't that good!"

"It's not easy to make you sing "Toast Song" like a ghost howling!"

"Today I'm not in a good state, I'll sing it for you another day, what are you talking about?"

Chen Qi crossed his legs and sat in. Wang Haowei grabbed a handful of melon seeds for him and said with a smile: "It's a good time to inform you that the crew has officially decided to return to Beijing in ten days. Several comrades, including me, will attend the literary congress at the end of the month, and they will have about half a month to rest."

"Then continue filming in mid-November?"

"Well, it will be completed in December, exactly half a year."

"You suddenly said that, I'm reluctant to leave."

"Everyone is reluctant to leave. If we have the opportunity to come back in the future, maybe we can come again when "Romance in Lushan" is released."

Chen Qi sipped melon seeds, nodded, and asked casually: "Is there a lot of people at this literary conference?"

"Anyway, the news I received is that there are about 3,000 people, including those who are engaged in art, writing, music, dancing, and those who make movies..."

Wang Haowei counted him on his fingers, and showed his longing, saying: "This is the first literary meeting after the change of the wind direction. Mao Dun, Ba Jin, Xia Yan, Ye Shengtao, Bing Xin, Zang Kejia, Bai Yang, Zhang Ruifang, Sun Daolin, Qin Yi , Chen Qiang, Xia Meng... If you want to go, one of them will come!"

"Then you have to ask for my autograph... huh?"

Chen Qi was suddenly stunned and asked: "Who did you just talk about? Xia Meng?"

"Yes, Comrades Fu Qi and Shi Hui are coming too! Our crew's beautiful clothes are thanks to help."

Wang Haowei addressed Xia Meng directly, but added the suffix "comrade" to the other two.

"Hey, can I meet you then?"

"You definitely won't be able to get into the conference, but they should come to Beijing Film Studio as guests, so you can see them."

"If I can't see you, it's your fault!"

Chen Qi laughed loudly, but his mind had already turned many corners.

The Literary Congress, that is, the Congress of Chinese Literary and Art Workers, was held for the first time in 1949, the second in 1953, and the third in 1960. This time it was the fourth, and it was held on October 30.

Every national leader will attend in person and take it very, very seriously.

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It is said that there is a National Day party in Lushan, and the Great Hall in Beijing is also doing it.

On New Year's Eve in 1979, ballroom dancing, which had disappeared for many years, suddenly appeared at a government party. This was a sign that dancing might be lifted. But the people don't dare to publicize it, and they are doing it secretly.

On National Day, the officials held another one, and their attitude became more and more obvious.

Among the participants was a special guy named Wang Shuo.

Wang Shuo worked as a health worker in the North Sea Fleet in Qingdao. He got a ticket to go home to visit relatives, and then his outlook on life was refreshed.

Because what he saw were countless young men and women in fashionable clothes dancing the waltz, and "The Blue Danube" and "Vienna Woods" resounded in the hall, all of which made him very unaccustomed.

In this era of confusion between conservatism and openness, confusion and swing, as Wang Shuo wrote:

"I feel that the world has changed. Both me and the military uniform that was once popular and made me proud have become obsolete. The people who are dancing have already put on high heels, bell-bottom pants, nylon shirts, permed their hair, and wore wristbands. electronic watch, and someone was speaking English.

After returning to the army, I no longer wrote the party application form, nor did I rush to clean toilets or wash clothes for my comrades to show how hard I worked to learn from Lei Feng. I told our leader that I had a way to buy a color TV set made in Japan, and with the 3,000 yuan I earned from raising kelp in the army, I went to Guangdong to buy color TV sets..."