Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 75 The Red Fruit Scene of "The Rest of the Sea of ​​Bitterness"
Jiang Shan put the brocade box into the net pocket, and said to Huang Hua solemnly: "Brother, just tell me what you said, but don't go to Gutai to say it."

Huang Hua had a look on my face that I was not stupid: "I will tell us this in private, how can I go to the leader to say it, and besides, he won't send you a TV if I say it."

Jiang Shan nodded, but don't post it.

Watching Huang Hua take out the diary again, Jiang Shan also pulled out a notebook from Huang's schoolbag.

"Brother, starting today, I'm also going to write a diary."

Jiang Shan opened the notebook, and on the first side he had already written two lines, which were the accounts that he wrote down with great ambition when he just got 2 and 5 yuan for his lines.

Ripped off and ready to start journaling.

Huang Hua nodded when he heard it, and felt that Jiang Shan did the right thing: "Write a little every day, and when you look back after two years, you will gain something."

Jiang Shan grabbed the pen and didn't know what to write on the first day: "I'm afraid that if there is nothing to write one day, it will be broken."

Huang Hua is a top performer in this field: "Then you can record the day's spending. If you really can't do it, it's good to write a sentence or two."

Jiang Shan glanced at the page that had just been torn off, and wrote a sentence: From now on, serious people have started to write diaries.

Close up and sleep!
On the second day, the sky in Yanjing sank even more.

Seeing that the weather was about to change, taking advantage of some time in the morning, the group in Pujiang hurried out at Jiangshan's suggestion.

Gu Zhengzheng was a little surprised: "Unexpectedly, Xiao Jiang is quite family-friendly at such a young age."

Huang Hua thought it was reasonable: "It's rare to come to Yanjing, so I should bring some souvenirs back."

So, Yanjing Cloth Store, Xinhuaguo Children's Products Store...

I bought several clothes and fabrics, but not many souvenirs.

I only bought a few packs of Yanshan chestnuts and dried Yanshan fruits.

When Jiang Ma came here, she packed a bag full of food, but when she returned, she had two bags.

On the Beijing-Shanghai line in 1978, there were three round trips in the morning, noon and evening.

At 12:[-] noon, when Jiang Shan stepped into the sleeper car, he couldn't help but say, "Yo, it's still a soft sleeper!"

Zhang Lu also entered the soft sleeper for the first time, but he wanted to emphasize: "This is a compartment only for senior leaders and foreign guests."

"Isn't our Gutai a senior leader?" Jiang Shan raised his eyebrows towards Gu Zhengzheng: "It should be this standard."

"You can buy tickets of this standard at Gutai when you come here," Zhang Lu emphasized, "You want to sit with us."

Gu Zhengzheng gave Zhang Lu a blank look: "Just talk too much, put the camera away."

The four bunk beds are all covered with clean white sheets and white pillow covers.

There were even white lace curtains on the windows.

Jiang Shan didn't say much, he had already planned.

After taking off the yellow schoolbag, I put it on the small table, and before I even got a cup of water, I dug out the sketch of the comic book and started to draw.

The other three people in the box thought they could sit together and chat together when they went back.

Unexpectedly, Jiangshan came to this...

Huang Hua glanced at the other lower berth, climbed up to the upper berth wisely, it was wide and comfortable, flipped over the cover and took out a book, holding it in his hand, writing and scratching.

In this situation, Zhang Lu cast a slight glance at Gu Zhengzheng.

In the next second, he quickly hung up the camera: "Gutai, I'll go to the carriage and see if there are any new news that can be photographed on this train."

"Hmm~" Gu Zhengzheng's face softened a lot: "Go, pay attention to the safety of the camera."

Jiang Shan's "The Great Battle of the Red Cliff" is about to finish six pictures. I thought that this trip to Yanjing could be completed even if I drew three pictures a day.

Unexpectedly, there was no drawing at all.

From the first moment he saw the soft sleeper compartment, Jiang Shan decided not to stop until he finished painting.

Gradually, the three people in the box went from looking for trouble when they first came up, to the point where they were too busy to straighten up.

Work initiation plan, work summary plan, "On Photography Skills"... One by one is more devoted.

Under the night, in the box of Mercedes-Benz.

Gu Zhengzheng, who had been working for half a day, picked up Jiangshan's "Chibi War".

Look at the paintings for a while, and look at the mountains and rivers for a while.

Suddenly, the desire to keep Comrade Xiao Jiang completely in the TV station became stronger.

Jiang Shan is like an old monk after entering meditation, immersed in the world of creation.

The composition of every page, every pen and ink has been engraved in his mind, he only needs to concentrate on painting, painting, painting...

Finally, until Jiang Shan finished the last stroke and lay down.

In the corridor outside the box, Zhang Lu was still sitting on a folding stool, studying "News Communication and Angle" in his hand.

……

Pujiang City.

After a day of heavy rain in Yanjing, the Huipu River fell down.

At almost nine o'clock in the morning, Jiang Shan, carrying a large net bag in one hand, finally walked into the courtyard No. 51 on Anhe Street.

Excitedly facing the door of the house, he shouted twice, but no one answered.

Jiang Shan: "...Huh?"

At this point, why isn't Mama Jiang at home?

"Stop calling mom,"

Li Ruocheng pushed open the door and walked out: "You came back from Yanjing?"

Jiang Shan took the folding recliner that the old man was carrying in his hand, and put it on the ground to set it up.

"I'm back, no." Jiang Shan took out a bag of chestnuts and a bag of fruit shop from his net bag, "I brought it for you and Aunt Li, try it out."

"We're not three-year-olds." Li Ruocheng reached out to take it, and took a look: "This chestnut is pretty good, I really like this one."

"Uncle Li," Jiang Shan didn't go out with Li Ruocheng: "I'll put this thing in your room first. I haven't been to the translation factory for several days, so I have to take a look first."

Li Ruocheng nodded: "Hurry up, let me tell you, you might as well stop working in that printing factory."

"My brother also mentioned it to me several times," Jiang Shan said as he walked out, "Uncle Li, when I see my mother later, remember to ask her to bring the things back."

Facing Jiang Shan's back, Li Ruocheng raised his hand: "I'll eat it for you in a while!"

After more than 20 minutes, Jiang Shan finally appeared in the Pujiang translation studio.

Thinking of it, Hu Xiao smiled unknowingly when he saw his smiling face.

When Jiang Shan walked all the way to the corridor outside the factory director's office.

But he saw the director Yang Bai and the leader of the translation team, Lu Yi, leaning on the door to listen to the wall.

So, he also sneaked up.

Lu Yi was startled, and after seeing the visitor clearly, he immediately laughed: "Here we are."

Jiang Shan: "Yes!"

"Hush," Yang Bai hissed softly, "If you want to hear it, don't make a sound!"

Jiang Shan silently nodded and stuck it on the door.

"Don't just reveal two points," Hu Xiao's voice came through the door:

"It was played well before when it was used as an internal reference film, why is it cut after re-recording now?"

"..."

Apart from his voice, there was no sound in the room. Jiang Shan guessed that Hu Xiao was on the phone with the other party.

"You should also divide the clips according to the severity," Hu Xiao's voice continued to be high-pitched: "The scene of the red fruit in "The Rest of the Sea of ​​Bitterness" is the mirror of the sea of ​​bitterness."

Telephone:"……"

"The people on this ship are full of hope for the rest of their lives. On the ship going to Cuba, this girl often dances on the deck..."

Although separated by a door, Jiang Shan could still hear that although Hu Xiao's voice was full of anger, this anger was gradually suppressed, and there was even a hint of pleading mixed in.

Hu Xiao continued to speak earnestly to the other end of the phone:
"As a result, when a boat of people arrived in Cuba, the Cuban side refused to let the boat of people go ashore, which meant that the boat of people had to go to a concentration camp when they returned.

As a result, the girl who couldn't accept the reality committed suicide naked, and then her mother also went crazy. This is the climax of a tragedy. If you cut this scene, the audience doesn't even know why her mother is crazy. Know. "

Telephone:"……"

The three posted outside the door, you look at me, I look at him.

They already understood where Director Hu's anger came from. It turned out to be another hard-working movie that was translated.

This is what is said in the legend: If you dare to be "porn", you will be completely pornographic.

(End of this chapter)