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A few days later, Dai Linfeng came to the quasi letter.

A unit is willing to accept Teacher Xu, whose name is "Beijing TV Art Center".

It is said that China's first TV station was founded in 1958, originally called Jingcheng TV Station, and was renamed CCTV in 1978, and received all talents and resources.

At that time, the municipal government was wronged, so many years of honor. The huge capital cannot live without its own mouthpiece, so it founded the current Beijing TV station in 1979.

By the year 82, Jingcheng TV had separated some of its resources and specialized in the production of film and television dramas, which was the Jingcheng TV Art Center.

Formerly called Jingcheng TV Studio, it belongs to a public institution.

The person who interviewed Xu Fei, named Lu Xiaowei, was only 33 years old this year. A native of Ji province, he had served as a soldier before, and after demobilization he worked at People's Broadcasting Station. Later, he was transferred to Beijing TV Station, and he also participated in the establishment of the art center. It was the first director of the center.

The conditions for his opening are: there is a preparation, and he is given a post of fine arts, but he cannot allocate a house, and he cannot solve the hukou temporarily, so he has to investigate for a while.

With the wage reform program going this year, the salary is about 50 yuan.

It doesn't matter.

Although the idea of ​​running a magazine has to be pushed back, this place is really interesting, and it is also one of the few units that Xu expected.

"Hey, but the bull broke into the boar pen. You are still me or you are."

………………

"Here, get it!"

"Thank you, comrade."

In a police station in Ancheng, Xu Fei received a thin card, black-and-white photos, sealed with polyester film, and the technology was poor, which was very easy to forge.

It says:

"Name Xu Fei, male gender, ethnic Han, born on March 10, 1965, address XX Street, XX District, Ancheng, issued on December 29, 1985, valid for 10 years."

The number is 15 digits, and the information is actually handwritten.

"It's rough!"

He squeezed his generation ID card and turned his head: "Let me ask, comrade, after taking this out, will you still use your company to open a letter of introduction?"

"Ok?"

Obviously, I was unsure, saying: "If you don't have a policy, you have to use it. This is just an identification certificate for you to check."

Fine.

He pedaled his bicycle and went straight to the Xilaile Wonton Store.

It was said that after Dai Linfeng gave the quasi-letter, he came back to go through the transfer procedures and took the ID card by the way. Although the state has introduced policies, the concept of the people has not changed.

At the time of the enactment, the parties had debated whether there were "marital status" and "occupation" on the ID card, but ultimately decided not to include it.

Think about it too. Marriage and divorce, job changes, you have to change your ID card every time you come, too troublesome.

"Hey, who said you are so poisonous?"

"Surely Huang Laoxie, Xidu will look right."

"You know a fart, and want me to say that Hong Qigong is the most powerful.

"Guo Jing is the most powerful, Guo Jing's protagonist!"

Before Xu Fei entered the door, he heard the clamor of people inside. When the door was pushed open, it was a heat wave.

The five tables were full, and they could squeeze twenty people. They stood without a stool. They were staring at the black and white TV in front.

The stove in the middle was glowing red, and a large kettle was sitting on it, gurgling.

"Don't smoke, get out of smoking!"

Xu Xiaowen came out of the back kitchen and shouted with his neck: "Whose pork shallot wonton?"

"What about this!"

A person stretched out his hand, scratching his ear with a hot ear, but his eyes were reluctant to leave half an inch.

Xu Fei picked the curtain into the kitchen and saw that both stoves were full, one to cook ravioli and one to cook noodles.

Zhang Guiqin stirred the pot with a large wicker wedge, yanked it violently, just about half a catty, and put it in two large bowls, followed by another one, about two or two, and put a small bowl in it.

On the desk next to it, a 16- to 17-year-old girl in a jacket is stuffing.

"Okay, you have practiced this technique. You don't need to use a scale to buy meat in the future. You can count on yourself."

"Come and take your hands, don't you see me busy?"

Zhang Guiqin handed over two bowls of wontons. He sent them to wipe his body and came back. "I said it's worth buying TV. You didn't allow it at first. How is it now? How much traffic do you bring to you?"

"Yeah, there are quite a few watching TV."

"Then you scold him, if you can't, just hit him!"

"You child, do you think your mother looks like a shrew?"

"Your mother's face is so small that I can't say anything serious, so I have to stare at it often. There are really those who are **** bastards. I had a bad debt the other day and almost had a fight.

Xu Xiaowen also walked in, took a breath and hurriedly breathed, said: "Fortunately, soft and capable, save a lot of heart."

"Hey!"

The little girl smirked twice and continued to make ravioli.

This is hired, the family is poor, and there is a younger brother who dropped out of school to make money-there is no nine-year compulsory education. The child's name is Qi Rourou. Oops, I don't know whose dragon suit.

Xilaile has been playing for more than half a year and has long been known in Ancheng. In the first two months, there were many guests. After freshness, it dived straight. Just in time for the summer, Xu Fei came up with the idea to buy a TV set, adding cold noodles, patting cucumbers, peanuts, beer, soda and so on.

There is even a freezer, which costs money like running water. Zhang Guiqin is very distressed, but this will not whisper, the passenger flow is stable, and it is prosperous every day.

Xu Fei followed the help and stayed until night to proof.

Zhang Guiqin came out carrying a bamboo basket, loaded with a few kilograms of rice noodles, a couple of soybean oils and two kilograms of pork, and said, "Rou Rou, it will be the new year in two days. Take this thing back."

"Thank you aunt!"

The little girl stood up and bowed quickly.

After she left, Xu Xiaowen snorted, "It's not polite at all."

"It's difficult at home, what happened to my bonus? Who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year?" Zhang Guiqin was unhappy.

"Huh, look at your mother. It's better to open a shop than a leader."

Xu Xiaowen's mouth was mean, but he was also kind-hearted, and never treated the little girl badly.

This year's wontons are cheap, unlike the later generations who dared to sell a bowl of wontons for twenty or thirty, but the cost is also low. There can be a thousand pieces of net profit per month, and less than a year earned six or seven thousand.

The three of them settled their bills under the lamp, and their body and mind were happy. Zhang Guiqin looked at his son and suddenly sighed, a little reluctant.

"You really decided to stay in Beijing?"

"I have done all the formalities here, and I will go back in a few days."

"Ah, I didn't expect you to be able to run so far. In fact, Ancheng is also very good, and people are familiar ..."

The mother was very sad and came too fast, as if her son had become a family in an instant.

Oh yes, not yet a family!

She suddenly found her life goal again and asked: "You now have a house and work well. When will your personal problems be solved?"

"Ah, personal question?"

Xu Feizhi grinned, so called with a sense of age, "how old I am, don't worry."

"It's not small, you are 20 this year, 21 after two days, when your dad is as big as you ..."

"Cough!"

"What are you coughing, when your dad was as big as you, I was pregnant with you. You have to hold on tightly. Is there a girl you like, I will help you see each other?"

"mom!"

Teacher Xu's head sweated, forced marriage is a gifted attribute of the Chinese nation, why can't you escape?

"You said that you are in the film crew, and all of them are pretty girls. How come you haven't developed? Hey, isn't Xiaoxu here, are you still familiar ..."

"Don't, don't!"

He quickly interrupted, "Don't mention this, don't mention it with Aunt Chen Uncle Chen, so as not to misunderstand!"

Ok?

Father and mother wondered how he reacted so much, Zhang Guiqin asked carefully: "Why, you are in conflict?"

"No."

"What's the matter, don't you like people?"

"Uh, anyway, it's quite complicated, so don't mix it up."

…………

That night, Teacher Xu was insomnia again.

He doesn't like to talk to people about things, and he always holds his stomach.

Where does it start?

At first, he didn't have any affection for Chen Xiaoxu, and felt quite pitiful. Later, the deeper the contact, the feeling of this life has overwhelmed the impression of the previous life, so a lively girl, charming and mean, cute and annoying.

The more you understand, the more you think of her true destiny and feel more pitiful.

Full of distressed words left.

He may have hoped better than anyone else, that girl had a better life, a safe and happy life ... This is a kind of like, but I think it is not like that.

Teacher Xu is not stupid, he can naturally see the girl's heart, just pretending not to know, and has never spoken or acted like Zhang Li. But after passing through the hospital, the younger daughter's mind was singled out by an outsider, and she could not even pretend to be unaware.

Therefore, it is unnatural, especially as if destined to be, the special lady always triggers the Shura field, which becomes more embarrassing and can only be passed by.

Is distressing a girl the same as loving a girl?

"..."

He looked at the dark shed roof, at least now it was unclear.

(Ah, Chubby broke up.)