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Since Xu Fei walked through, I found that every old man I knew would cook, except my own father.

Zhao Baogang picked up a few dishes left in the kitchen, and actually put out four dishes.

The three sat in the back room, surrounded by a small table, the stove was burning with water, the snow outside was floating, and the winter night was sullen. There was a little bit of "red mud small stove, you can drink a cup of nothing" Yaxing.

Zhao Baogang, who listened to Mr. Luo Yusheng's singing "Reorganizing Mountains and Rivers", could hear crying. He rubbed his hands and laughed. The facial features huddled together. "I just found out that the hospital is good. How can I live in a building?"

"The building has the convenience of a building, at least the toilet can flush, and there is no need to build a stove." Xu Fei said.

"Hey, I heard that this piece is about to build a gas supply station. When the time comes, get a tank of liquefied gas, which is stronger than your coal briquettes." Feng pants said.

"That gas is not easy to get right?"

"It's okay, I have a buddy who happens to do this. I'll get in touch." Zhao Baogang patted his chest.

"Then thank you, come!"

He picked up the bottle, poured three and a half bowls, bumped, and took a deep sip.

Feng pants put down the bowl, breathed out, and swallowed slowly: "The last time I came, it was an insult to talk about it. Now the group has been established and the posts have been divided. The two of us specially asked for advice. "What the **** is going on?"

"Dare to ask for advice, just communicate together. Both of you have read the original book. How do you think about it first?" Xu Fei laughed.

"Underwear Police" is about 400,000 words. Taking the reading efficiency of today's Internet texts, I read it in a few hours.

The story takes place in a fictional city, Nanzhou City, in 1976.

The protagonist is Zhou Zhiming, and he is a plainclothes police officer in the investigation department of the Public Security Bureau.

The Nanzhou City Public Security Bureau arrested a bay agent named Xu Bangcheng. Xu Bangcheng lied that he wanted to meet a small unit at the border. So the military representative, Deputy Director Gan, personally led the team to the border. As a result, Xu Bangcheng took the opportunity to escape. Zhou Zhiming killed him in the chase. The clue was interrupted, and his true purpose was not known.

During one duty, another plainclothes took photos of two people who mailed flyers with a camera. Zhou Zhiming discovered that one of them was his sister Shi Xiaomeng's sister Shi Jihong, and the other was his childhood partner An Cheng.

One was to protect the two, and the other was that the mourning activity was correct, so he deliberately exposed the film. Later, in order not to harm the colleague, he actively admitted his actions to the leader.

After a series of stories, I finally caught another spy who was lurking in Nanzhou, and Shi Xiaomeng eventually became a family.

This novel bears a distinctive mark of the times, and many plots have occurred in previous years. For example, the Nanzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau is obviously the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau.

"Huh, tell me ..."

Feng's pants scratched his chin and caught a dish. "This character Zhou Zhiming is different from the previous police figure. He has a tragic color on that body. That, I drew something. You give palm to your eyes.

He turned out several drawings from his briefcase, and Xu Fei was delighted at first glance.

It was a composition of several characters, with a hue of blue and a little black, as if the sky would be black or not, or it would be bright and light—this is a reprint of Xu Fei's painting.

Feng pants didn't blush at all and said: "The inspiration is also learned from you. I want to make the tone of this work darker and colder, which can better reflect the loneliness and despair of Zhou Zhiming."

"Good idea, but ignored a problem."

Xu Fei glanced, "Our TVs are mostly black and white, and the size is small, and you can't see clearly at first. If you make it darker, then you basically have black eyes. How do you let the people like it?"

"Eh, yes!"

Zhao Baogang slapped the table, "I didn't expect this!"

"..."

Feng pants blinked for a long time and nodded. "It was indeed unexpected, I was taught."

As I said earlier, this group of people in the Beijing circle have made friends, but they have a number in their hearts. Xu Fei looked at it now. Although Zhao Baogang also has a good eye, he is much stronger than this one. This product has the same virtue as the old horse.

"Then what do you want to do in this play?" He asked again.

"Realism is about life and authenticity first. Art work must be traced and hidden in it. Once people feel,‘ oh, this set is good. ’That ’s broken, you ’re making more than the overall style.”

Xu Fei said that he would keep three points for seven points, and he was not afraid of being learned by him. The stock in his stomach was clear.

"However, your cool-toned idea is actually okay, for example, in some specific plots, it has the effect of setting off the atmosphere.

To be honest, our discussion here is of little use. In the final analysis, we cooperated with the director. After seeing the director a few days later, she set the tone, and we will study how to do it in detail. "

"Well, this is the reason, and I will talk to you after seeing the director."

Feng pants sipped his wine, reached out and patted Zhao Baogang, and said with a smile: "You must be able to succeed this time. Lin Dao treats you as a son and cannot grieve you."

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with it!"

Zhao Baogang said with a bit of pride and expectation on his face.

He poured some wine to Xu Fei and said sincerely: "I didn't feel much before. I heard it close to me today and I said too much. You are capable, and I'm so old when I'm so old."

"Don't praise me, it's nothing more than reading a lot of books. Look at how good the reading room in that station is, so much of the internal information is treasure, but unfortunately everyone doesn't pay attention."

Xu Fei touched him.

"Oh, the ancients talked and talked about Hongru, and there was no white Ding. You call this a chat and a Hong Ru.

Feng trousers are just like this, it makes you feel comfortable, and you learn how to do it.

Everyone eats, drinks, and drinks, and talks too much.

"I used to turn the sand in the factory. There were more than 30 people in my class. There were more than a dozen people left when I left. My biggest wish was not to be injured, not to be injured. Once injured, my life is over."

Zhao Baogang's face was flushed and his emotions were high. "I'm just a faceless and skinless person. When I went to audition for" Four Generations Together ", Director Lin asked me, who do you want to play? Anyone can play well.

It turned out later that Chen Baoguo was right in front of me. No one dared to say this. I said it, and I was panicked. "

Chen Baoguo is already an actor. In 1983, he won the Best Actor Award at the first Golden Eagle Awards with "Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Blue Purple".

"I'm here, I've been doing drama for two years, who loves serving tea and serving people ..."

Zhao Baogang became more and more crying, "Our culture is low, we have to do this without skills. But it doesn't matter, I can learn, and sooner or later I can wait for the opportunity."

"Waiting for the opportunity, what do you want to do?" Xu Fei looked at the passionate young man and asked.

"I originally wanted to be an actor. Now I feel that it is not this piece of material. I think the director is very good. Hey, I still have a copy. It is all written by myself ..."

He was stunned. He grabbed Feng's pants and digged inside, and wondered for a long time, "Well, what about me, what about me?"

"Okay, don't be embarrassing!" Feng's pants put his arm around his head.

"Fuck, how many do you beat me?" This began to scold.

"Come and come, drink and drink."

Xu Feike didn't want to smash his house, and gave it up again, Zhao Baogang sat down again, just like no one else.

"Come on, do it!"

"dry!"

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