1979 Golden Age

morning.

It was working time, and Lechunfang Hutong was quiet and deserted.

Gong Xue rode his bicycle and entered directly through the corner door of the backyard. She closed the door and turned around to look at the empty yard. She felt a quiet, beautiful, and indescribable feeling every time.

There are several more pots of flowers in the yard. On the windowsill, on the steps, and at the door, the pots of flowers are in full bloom, and the autumn has not yet fallen.

On the soil reserved for planting trees, a pomegranate and a crabapple were planted. Magnolia, lilac, rose, etc. were also planted in the front yard. This was done by Liang Xiaosheng and she could not do it.

Gong Xue entered the kitchen, put on two sleeves, took a basin of water, and quickly started cleaning.

After Chen Qi left, she often came to visit and clean it about once a week, only in the backyard. After all, the area was too big and she was exhausted by herself. Even so, my back and legs hurt every time.

The master bedroom, living room, two secondary bedrooms, study room, library...we sorted them out one by one, and half a day passed quickly.

"call!"

Gong Xue wiped her sweat, dusted the floor with water one last time, took off her sleeves, and lay down on the big bed in the master bedroom to rest for a while.

Then she couldn't help but pick up a letter and read it. Chen Qi went to Hong Kong. There was probably one letter a week. It was very detailed, but she liked to read it and felt that she was with him.

""Orphan" is finally going to be filmed. I hope everything goes well for him."

"I'm really looking for Americans to cooperate. I don't know if communication is difficult..."

She missed Chen Qi very much and wished she could fly to Xiangjiang. As she lay there, a wave of sleepiness came over her. She slowly closed her eyes, shook her head violently, and sat up: "Ah, I almost fell asleep, I have to go." ”

Gong Xue pushed the car and went out through the corner door again.

I deliberately took a stroll around Shichahai. Early autumn in Beijing is the best season. The lake is rippling with blue waves and there are people swimming. No one cares about it these days.

After returning to the Beijing Film Studio, I picked up a large package of letters as usual, sent them back to Tongzilou, and then went to the guest house. On the floor where the lesbian lived, there was a little boy playing in the corridor. When he saw her, he jumped towards her happily.

"Mother!"

"Hey, Dongdong!"

Gong Xue picked him up with a smile and said, "Are you obedient and reading well?"

"I watched it. I'm familiar with it, but grandma still asked me to watch it, as if I was stupid!"

This child is the son in "Mom Love Me Again", his name is Fang Chao, and his name is Dongdong in the play.

His parents had to work, so his grandma came to stay with him. Grandma was an ordinary old woman. When she heard the voice, she came out of the house and said, "Comrade Gong Xue, I'm afraid that he won't remember it well and will make everyone laugh when the time comes."

"We all understand that children make mistakes when filming. Don't force them to learn. They should rest when they should."

Gong Xue carried the child into the house and brought him fruit. She picked up an apple, peeled it carefully, cut it into small pieces, and fed it to him - Chen Qi had never enjoyed this kind of treatment.

Fang Chao obviously also likes this beautiful maid and gets along very well with her.

Grandma looked on and sighed: "I didn't expect you to be so kind. You were scared before we came."

"Look at what you said, I am also an ordinary person. What can I say about being kind or not? The child is so sensible, I like it from the bottom of my heart... Come and have another one, don't want to eat it? I'll eat it later..."

Her role in "Tai Chi 2" has ended and she is already preparing for "Mom Love Me Again". Wang Haowei is responsible for the specific work. She has only one task, which is to cultivate a relationship with her children.

Fang Chao is 5 years old this year, and the age of mother and son is just right.

Gong Xue plays with him every day, washes his clothes, feeds him, and tells him stories, which really cultivates some maternal love.

Fang Chaoneng became a child star in the 1980s. He was naturally precocious, smart and smart. He kept filming and later switched to working behind the scenes.

"You are so patient. Sometimes I can't take care of this child. If anyone marries you, it will be a blessing earned in eight lifetimes!" Grandma praised again.

Gong Xue paused slightly and said with a smile: "Don't say that. You must have paid more for your children than me. How can I compare to you... Dongdong, I will come see you again during dinner."

"Okay, Mom!"

Fang Chao calls his mother very smoothly, which is the sequelae of playing the role of a son.

Gong Xue stayed with him for a while and then left the guest house. He still had to write a letter to that damn enemy when he went back.

…………

the other side.

Liang Xiaosheng borrowed a tricycle and rode it hard. Jiao Dan sat on the car, holding a plaque covered with red cloth, cautiously, for fear of getting bumped.

They also came to Lechunfang. Liang Xiaosheng had a front door key and opened it with a bang. The two of them moved the plaque inside and moved it to the main room in the front yard. Jiao Dan felt itchy and said, "I can open it and see." "?"

"No, no, this is done by Xiao Chen himself when he comes back."

"Oh, just take a look?"

"No, you took it off secretly, just like you take off the bride's hijab secretly on the night of the wedding. Don't embarrass me!"

Lao Liang was very insistent on the issue of principle, and Jiao Dan didn't bother him. He just said: "How did you contact Mr. Qi Gong and ask him to write the title?"

"Xiao Chen found it through the Ministry of Culture. I don't have the ability. Anyway, when Mr. Qi Gong heard about the nature of our magazine, he was also very interested and wrote three drafts before he was satisfied. From now on, we have to send every issue to others for review. "

Qi Gong, Manchu, calligrapher, painter, and cultural relicist.

His lineage can be traced back to the fifth son of Yongzheng, the brother of Qianlong, the absurd prince, the Prince Hongzhou who likes to hold his own funeral!

Liang Xiaosheng's transfer procedures are already in progress. He has dropped all the work in the literature department and put all his energy into the magazine. Chen Qi sent more than 20 books by overseas writers from Hong Kong, as well as a collection of short stories, which enriched the manuscript source at once.

The first issue temporarily includes: the long serial "Five Phoenix Chaoyang Knife", the adaptation of the novella "Tai Chi", two foreign novels, two folk legends, the story of Zheng Yuanjie...

Others are easy to handle, but the long serial is written now, written word by word with a fountain pen.

This thing can't be rushed.

There are three main rooms and two side rooms in the front yard. One of them is used as a dormitory for Lao Liang and the other as a living room. The area is more spacious than the tube building. Jiao Dan has been busy and arranged it in a decent manner.

Lao Liang has achieved success in both career and love, and he feels that he has reached the peak of his life.

He stroked the red cloth, feeling a lot of emotion, and suddenly clapped his hands: "Right! Go find my wooden sign."

"This?"

"Yes!"

Jiao Dan took a long wooden sign with words carved by Lao Liang himself. He excitedly took the hammer and nails, went to the gate, and nailed the wooden sign to the wall.

"Although the plaque cannot be hung, at least the unit is established and has a name to the outside world, otherwise people will think we are doing some secret work!"

"Let's take a look, what do you think?"

Jiao Dan took a look and curled his lips: "Well, it looks like a makeshift team!"

"What do you mean by look like? It was originally a makeshift team. A tall building is built from the ground up!"

Liang Xiaosheng entered the courtyard with satisfaction.

It was getting darker, and it was time to get off work in the blink of an eye. The employees of Lechunfang came back one after another and found that the mysterious No. 6 courtyard had changed a little bit. A wooden sign was nailed to the gate.

"Hey, what is this?"

"World Tales! Can't you read?"

"I can read, if you understand, explain it to me, what does it mean?"

"World means the whole world, the globe, you understand this, right? Tales refers to strange things, all kinds of strange things that cannot be explained by science!"

"Oh, there are only four words, and I can't tell what unit it is?"

"Is it a UN agency?"

"Nonsense! The UN agency sent to Lechunfang must go to the back street of Jingshan!"

"So our Nuke is seeking refuge again?"

"Hey, you are all wrong!"

An old lady said proudly, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you! It must be the Secret Service researching qigong. Tomorrow they will send a signal to the moon, and the aliens will come the next day. Wow! Catch up with Britain and the United States, fight against Soviet revisionism, and build socialism throughout the universe!"