Since 1983

January 2nd, morning.

Zhang Li, who hadn't had a good night's sleep, woke up again, and touched the electronic watch next to the pillow, it was half past six.

He closed his eyes, propped himself up weakly, and turned his head to see that there was nothing beside him.

Um?

She put on her clothes and pants, brushed her hair, and gently opened the door. The early morning cold wind poured in like knives.

I thought Xiao Xu had gone to the bathroom, but saw the lights in the kitchen, and two figures were busy inside.

"Ah, you're awake? The water has just boiled up, let's wash your face."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm serving you!"

Xiao Xu fetched a basin of water and even squeezed toothpaste on it. Zhang Li was flustered and hurried over, "Are you two okay?"

"Aren't you going to work on the first day, you have to express it."

Xu Fei stirred the pot with chopsticks, it was fragrant and hot, the only cooking skill he could do was below.

"..."

She pursed her lips and went to wash her face and brush her teeth. The noodles are ready when you come back, add some chopped green onion, drizzle with a little sesame oil, and add three eggs.

Counting to nine in the cold winter, folding glue and falling fingers.

Inside and outside the door, three people sat around the kitchen, snorting and eating noodles. The lights were dim, and cats and dogs lay at their feet, catching the residual heat of the fire.

After breakfast, Zhang Li put on the special overcoat, stepped on the shoes Xiao Xu gave her, and pushed the cart out.

"You're fine, don't worry us."

"Buy whatever you want for lunch, don't be reluctant to spend money."

The two of them saw each other off ten miles away, their hearts were boiling and tears were streaming down their faces.

"Are you sending me off, or are you mad at me?"

Zhang Li rolled her eyes, got in the car and left, and when she finally looked back, Te Niang's was gone.

In 1983, the TV Drama Department of CCTV, the Recording Department of the Television Arts Committee and the TV Drama Troupe of the China Radio and Cultural Troupe merged to form the China TV Drama Production Center, which is a bureau-level unit directly under the Ministry of Radio and Television.

Let me make a correction here. In 2009, the production center was reformed and transformed into an enterprise before returning to CCTV management.

Not far away, near Guang'anmen. Around eight o'clock, Zhang Li rushed to the unit and ran into Dongfang Wenying at the door. The two received their work badges, met the leader, and then went to work in the production office.

In fact, the environment is not bad, Dai Linfeng, Ruan Ruolin, Ren Dahui, Wang Fulin and others are all here, so they are not unfamiliar, the key is that they have nothing to do.

I attended a meeting, met my colleagues, and then sat down. The two of them sat at the same table, staring at each other.

"Hey, Baochai is here? Tanchun is also here?"

At around nine o'clock, an old gentleman wandered in, smiling and waving his hands.

"Hello."

The two didn't know each other, so they got up quickly.

"Sit, sit, sit."

The old man said hello, went straight to the thermos, poured a big mug of tea, took a newspaper, sat down in his seat, and spent his old age peacefully.

"..."

Zhang Li blinked and said in a low voice, "Dongfang, why haven't I seen anyone working? They're all idle."

"The people who work are outside, we are considered civil servants."

"Then you can't just stay there!"

"Go, ask Director Ruan."

"Dream of Red Mansions" is good because it came out. I met a lot of leaders, and even chatted with national leaders. The two ran to the director's office and told their intentions.

Ruan Ruolin adjusted her glasses and said, "You guys are new here, so you're not familiar with anything, so get used to it first. Besides, there's no job for you right now."

Can't help it, and ran back again.

Zhang Li had to drink tea and read the newspaper, and before noon, a group of people politely went to the cafeteria.

In the afternoon, the old man was still squatting on the sofa, and when he woke up, he started chatting again.

When she got off work at night, she felt that the day was wasted and she did nothing. When she was discharged from the hospital, she happened to see Wang Fulin in front of her, so she hurriedly chased after her, "Director Wang!"

"Oh, Baochai, are you still used to it here?"

Wang Fulin's hair has turned white, and he is not as energetic as before.

"I'm not used to it, I didn't do anything."

"That's how the center is, with a lot of staff. If you're new here, just get used to it."

"But it's too leisurely. There is an old man in our room who reads newspapers and drinks tea all day."

"Oh, those are all re-employment pensioners, don't worry about it."

The two were riding bicycles, Zhang Li forcibly stopped by, and asked, "Then why are you idle and haven't prepared any new works?"

"Originally after the filming of "Dream of Red Mansions", we planned to start "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", but we were filming the Three Kingdoms everywhere, so we didn't dare to move for a while. I asked someone to write a notebook, and it's not finished yet."

"What are you talking about?"

"Xiaozhuang, do you know?"

"The one from the Qing Dynasty?"

"Yes, it is to tell her story. It is expected to start filming in the second half of the year."

"The second half of the year..."

Zhang Li came to exercise, but she didn't want to waste time, so she asked, "Are there any TV dramas that started in the first half of the year?"

"Uh, there is an eight-episode "Green Shade", which talks about education reform. There is also a "Sixteen-Year-Old Flower Season" in cooperation with Shanghai and Taiwan, which talks about middle school students' puppy love."

Wang Fulin looked at her and said, "If you want to learn something, the themes and scripts of these two films are good. Talk to Director Ruan, it's still okay to run errands and memorize scenes."

"Well, thank you Director Wang!"

…………

Zhang Li went to work, which had a huge impact on the small courtyard, because there was no one to cook.

Xu Fei is a rookie, Zhang Guiqin closes late, and Shen Lin can do things when he is not working, but he can't do anything. Only Chen Xiaoxu was at home, but he was also a rookie.

The change in living habits made everyone flustered, and in the end they could only solve it with noodles.

After the meal, Xu Fei entered the West Wing and opened his mouth, "Shall we hire a nanny?"

"What are you doing?"

"Cook!"

"No, I'll go to the vegetable market after get off work, and I'll just go shopping." Zhang Li said.

"That won't work, you are tired from work all day, and you still cook when you come back, it's not as easy as some people..."

He glanced at it.

"What do you see me doing? If I dare to do it, do you dare to eat it?" Chen Xiaoxu was confident.

"Then, I dare not eat... Forget about this, how are you today?"

"It doesn't feel very good, it's completely different from your unit."

Zhang Li recounted what she had seen and heard, feeling very depressed.

Xu Fei smiled and said, "Your business is huge. Several units have merged, and we only have 30 people. Don't worry, take your time."

"I understand that it's okay to take it slow, but the day is always idle. I heard from Director Wang that two dramas are going to be released in the first half of the year, "Green Shade" and "Sixteen-Year-Old Flower Season". I want to participate."

Yo!

He is familiar with the blooming season, Bai Xue, Chen Feier, Ouyang Yanyan and Han Xiaole, and the narration of the second middle of the title:

"You think this is a story? Then you are wrong, you think this is life? Then I am wrong. This is a song, a poem, a dream woven from the experiences of hundreds of children..."

Teacher Xu came up with an idea again.

Zhang Li has a calm temperament, the attributes of a schoolmaster, delicate and thoughtful, and is naturally suitable for coordinating behind the scenes. If you practice hard in the production center, you will not be able to achieve success.

Even if you don't speculate in real estate, you can still shine, not to mention it has more career value.

Making money or something... He looked at Xiaoxu again.

(It's still thirty degrees in September, where can I go to reason.)