1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 120 The Last Day of 1979

1979 12 Month 31 Day.

Inside the cafeteria of Beijing Film Studio.

Lanterns and colorful decorations were put on, and the atmosphere was full of joy.

There were bright red gauze curtains hanging on the walls, handmade paper-cuts and slogans pasted on the windows, and the ceiling was hung with colorful rings and nets woven with ribbons.

The tables and chairs had been rearranged long ago and were all placed against the wall. The table was covered with red paper, on which were placed small plates of melon seeds and a few bamboo-shell thermoses.

"Welcome Director Wang!"

Wang Haowei was surrounded by a crowd and stood in the middle with a smile on his face. The other crew members sitting around him applauded enthusiastically.

Wang Haowei was not good at speaking, so he said a few words briefly, and then said, "Today I have invited an old friend to come to you all."

Before she revealed it, people were already cheering and whistling, and soon the whole room was applauding.

I saw a slightly fat middle-aged man with a round face and small eyes come in with a smile.

"Teacher Ma Ji is here!" Jiang Xian heard Chen Peisi shouting beside him.

He took a quick look.

Oh, it’s really the crosstalk artist Ma Ji!

He was dressed quite formally, a black Zhongshan suit, squinting his eyes and baring his teeth, like a naughty child, raising his hand to greet everyone.

He realized it later, raised his camera and took a picture.

Ma Ji was now in his forties and had already become famous. He also accepted a disciple named Jiang Kun. He was of good family background, just like Guo Jing. He learned from a group of crosstalk masters and was "a seedling among a thousand acres of land". It was hard for him not to be famous. In 73, he made a comeback with the crosstalk "Ode to Friendship", which caused a sensation, and "Rafik" became a popular word.

He also starred in the movie "Look at This Family". He appeared with a smile at the beginning and the end of the film, playing the role of a photographer in a photo studio.

"Rafiq! Quiet, quiet!
"Let's invite Director Wang to speak!"

Ma Ji and Wang Haowei hosted the show together, singing in unison.

"1979 is fading away in the joy of harvest, and a year seems to have passed in the blink of an eye. In the past year, film work has reached a creative climax. I hope that in the new year, our work will continue to move forward!"

"Pap-pap-pap-pap."

Jiang Xian raised his hands and clapped his hands twice.

"Brother Jiang, will we lose face if we perform crosstalk in front of Ma Ji later?" Ge You worriedly said.

"It's not a formal performance. We're just having fun. What are you worried about?"

After Wang Haowei finished her speech, Ma Jixian performed a crosstalk with her called "Looking for Uncle" to warm up the audience.

He has a sweet mouth and speaks Mandarin very nicely, making everyone laugh so hard that they almost died.

Then came other programs, with people playing the harmonica, the erhu, and poetry recitation. At worst, everyone could sing the eight model operas and could do it fluently.

People nowadays have many talents because they have more free time.

A few female comrades also performed a dance called "The Happy Milkmaid". The dance included imitating the movements of milking in a wooden barrel, which was very joyful.

After a while, Zhu Lin and Liu Xiaoqing came up, changed into a pair of dancing shoes, and danced a short excerpt from "The Red Detachment of Women". Both of them danced the style of Wu Qinghua, using the same moves.

The two of them had tall and attractive figures, youthful faces, and skillful dancing skills, which immediately attracted all the attention in the audience.

The climax was when Zhu Lin suddenly performed Xue Jinghua's unique skill, "Backward Kick to the Purple Gold Crown".

"it is good!"

There was thunderous applause and cheers in the arena.

Jiang Xian also held up his camera and took pictures excitedly.

Stunning, it can only be described as stunning.

Many people don’t know what the Purple Gold Crown Inverted Kick is. This move was first used by Xue Jinghua.

This is a classic move of Hua Dan. When Hua Dan is performing Hua Qiang, she kicks her foot backwards to the crown of her head.

Xue Jinghua incorporated it into ballet and danced it in "The Red Detachment of Women".

From then on, it became known to everyone and dancers all over the country imitated it.

"For the next show, we would like to invite screenwriter Mr. Jiang Xian and our four actors. The five of them will perform a crosstalk in front of Mr. Ma Ji today, called "Five Senses Compete for Merit"!"

"Pap-pap-pap-pap."

Everyone applauded.

Because Ma Ji is here today, I am really looking forward to it.

"What kind of crosstalk is this?" Ma Ji asked Wang Haowei from the side, "I have never heard of this crosstalk."

"He wrote it himself," Wang Haowei replied with a smile.

As he spoke, Jiang Xian had already stood in the center of the stage.

"Hey, let me tell you something. I had a dream last night. It was a very strange dream. I dreamed that my facial features...

"Hey!" Chen Peisi came up, "Head, do you still recognize me?"

"I don't recognize you! May I ask your name?"

"My last name is Yan."

"Is your surname among the Hundred Family Surnames?"

"The first one is Zhao Qiansun's 'Eye'."

Chen Peisi made faces and told jokes loudly.

Everyone present fell down laughing.

Ma Ji almost laughed out loud. What the hell is this?
Chen Peisi's eyes go up, followed by Ge You's nose, the ears are Zhu Shimao, and the mouth is old man Chen Qiang.

"When you two were in love, you were always affectionate and affectionate, expressing your love for each other. What did you rely on?"

"Rely on what? Just rely on your mouth to express it."

"By mouth? What are you talking about?"

"Didn't hear it."

"If you had ears like mine, you would hear it clearly."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"She said, 'Be careful, my lover is behind you!'"

There were five people on the stage, talking to each other, and the people in the audience were laughing so hard that they were almost choking.

Ma Ji was also staggering, laughing uncontrollably.

Among these five people, except for the one who is a little silly, the other four are simply born to entertain people!
After the performance, everyone burst into laughter. Wang Haowei had to hold his waist when he went to host the show because he couldn't stand up straight because of the laughter.

She really thought that this crosstalk was great!

This burden, this meaning.

The five organs have different divisions of labor, so they need to support and help each other. No one should take the credit for themselves. Only by uniting can we accomplish something.

This crosstalk is so suitable for their crew!

As she thought about it, she felt a little moved.

This crosstalk was specially written.

Screenwriter Jiang has good intentions! "Little brother, little brother."

As soon as the tea party was over, Ma Ji approached Jiang Xian and asked, "Did you write this crosstalk yourself? It's so good!"

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

In this crosstalk script, five actors stand on the stage, and it is not abrupt at all. The transitions are clever and unique.

This is a crosstalk script that will make a sensation across the country!

"There's a program on CCTV on New Year's Eve. I was thinking about performing your crosstalk for people all over the country to hear!" Majite excitedly.

"Oh, you are embarrassing me." Jiang Xian held his waist, "I don't like to be a comedian, and I'm not cut out for crosstalk. I just wrote this crosstalk script by chance."

Ma Ji felt really distressed when he heard this.

He felt sad that this crosstalk was buried!
"Would you like to sell this crosstalk to me?"

Crosstalk also has royalties and is classified as a form of folk art. According to regulations issued in the 50s, every 40 lines of folk art count as 1000 words.

Jiang Xian pondered for a moment.

"Okay, I'll give you this crosstalk and make friends with you."

"Give it to me?" Ma Ji laughed. "I can't afford it."

"Don't be so unbearable. This thing will be ruined in my hands."

Ma Ji hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists and bowed.

"I am deeply grateful for your kindness."

After taking a photo with Ma Ji and saying goodbye, it was already past ten o'clock.

It was pitch black outside. Jiang Xian grabbed a handful of melon seeds and walked while eating them.

Zhu Lin somehow came from behind a tree. She had changed her dancing shoes into a pair of shiny black officer boots with heels, wrapped around her size 35 feet.

"Jiang Xian!"

"Come on, I'll take you to eat something."

Jiang Xian greeted her, then rode his bike and took her all the way to Wei Ran Hutong.

"Your crosstalk is so funny!" Zhu Lin hugged his waist in the back seat.

"You're a good dancer, too. I even filmed you doing that backwards kick to the purple crown. It's the first time I've seen you do it."

"Don't mention it. My energy has all dissipated. My waist still hurts from that kick."

"I'll straighten it out for you later."

"Go to hell." Zhu Lin pursed her lips and said coquettishly, "Wait for me to practice more. I only jumped out of 60% of my strength just now. I will jump out of 100% for you later."

"Come on, Xue Jinghua is injured, don't get yourself hurt too."

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Listening to his concern, Zhu Lin buried her head in his back, tugged at his clothes, and felt a warmth flowing in her heart.

When they arrived at Wei Ran Hutong, the house was empty except for a few of Jiang Xian's treasures stored in the cabinet.

"You brought me here to eat, what do you want to eat?" Zhu Lin wandered around the room, playing with his official kiln tea-leaf glaze teapot from the Yongzheng period.

Why is it called tea-leaf glaze? Because its color is like tea-leaf glaze.

"Don't give me cei." Jiang Xian said nervously.

"Why, it's so expensive?"

"I'm afraid the fragments might hurt you."

"Virtue."

Jiang Xian lit the honeycomb coal stove, went outside for a walk, and came back with two large cabbages in his hands.

"Ah, where did you get it from?"

"It's from my neighbor, I just picked it up."

"Why do you still have this problem?"

"I want to buy it. His family has gone to bed. I will give him the money tomorrow. This is called pre-spending."

Seeing this guy making such a strong argument, Zhu Lin covered her lips and chuckled, "What can you eat with just cabbage? Plain cabbage?"

"Then I'll go steal two more carrots."

"No, just a couple of bites, I'm not hungry."

Rinse the cabbage in clean water, pick it into pieces, put it in the pot, put it on the honeycomb coal stove and wait for the vegetables to cook.

By the time they were both about to fall asleep, the pot began to bubble.

"Oh, it's snowing." Zhu Lin glanced out the window with a look of surprise.

"Going out for a walk?"

The two of them put on their clothes and walked in the yard together in the snow, snuggling together and staying very close to each other.

"If we can get wet in the snow together today, we can grow old together in this life." Jiang Xian couldn't help but sigh.

"This is a good sentence. Did you write it?"

"That's not it. It was written by the ancients. I just adapted it."

“It’s a nice mood.”

"Let me take a picture of you."

Jiang Xian raised his camera and Zhu Lin glanced at him.

"Let's take a photo together. We've never taken a photo together before."

"Okay."

Jiang Xian pointed the camera at them.

As soon as I pressed the shutter, I felt my neck being hugged, and with a "click" sound, something wet and soft rubbed my cheek.

what?
By the time he reacted, the queen had already walked and jumped back to the house.

The snow is white and the face is red.

He was stunned for a moment, went back into the house, glanced at her, and said nothing more.

The cabbage was almost boiled, and since there was no bowl at home, he simply used his Ming Dynasty palace flower bowl to eat it.

It was tasteless, but the food was enjoyable. At the end of the meal, the two of them were still fighting with their chopsticks.

She was too lazy to clean up. The room was very cold and Zhu Lin's nose was red from the cold. She sat by the coal stove with Jiang Xian and warmed her hands by the fire.

"It's almost New Year's Day, why don't you, a great writer, say a few words?"

"What?"

"Say something about the New Year. Anything will do."

Jiang Xian pondered for a moment and glanced out the window.

"1979 is over and I miss it"

(After typing this, it was already daybreak!)
(End of this chapter)