Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 106 The extremely damaging program idea

the other side.

Li Ruiguang has long been accustomed to other people's eyes.

He parked his bicycle and was about to walk into the courtyard when he suddenly heard a voice behind him:

"Hello, comrade. Is this Li Ran's house? There is a letter from her here."

Li Ruiguang frowned.

Who wrote to Ran Ran?
Could it be those former classmates?

At this moment, Li Ran's hair was spread out, like a small whirlwind, blowing past Li Ruiguang.

This gust of wind also made the old father's heart feel cold.

When Li Ran saw the address and clumsy handwriting on the envelope, instead of showing any disgust, he was actually a little excited.

Li Ruiguang had a bad feeling. He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Ran Ran, where did this letter come from?"

If an ordinary child saw Li Ruiguang's expression, he would be so frightened that he would burst into tears.

But Li Ran had become accustomed to it. She walked cheerfully and trotted to her old father, picked up his right hand, leaned against him intimately, and said happily: "Dad, do you still remember the crucian carp soup I told you?" Chef? He replied to my letter."

Oh.

He was the lucky boy who caught the spy through some strange combination of circumstances.

Li Ruiguang's expression relaxed slightly, indicating his approval.

But he suddenly frowned again and wanted to say something.

But when he lowered his head and saw the smile on his little daughter's eyebrows, the words that came to his mouth rolled over on the tip of his tongue. After a slight modification, he said:
"Ran Ran, of course you can communicate with him, just like being a pen pal. If you have been chatting with him for more than ten years, you may become friends for the rest of your life. But don't... like it. There are so many young men in the compound. Dad will pay more attention to you then..."

Li Ran's mouth was slightly pouted.

Li Ruiguang immediately panicked, and he explained in a somewhat confused manner: "Dad didn't mean to say anything bad about that young man. As someone who has experienced it, it is indeed very good for him to reach his current position in that capacity."

"But Ran Ran, as a man, my father will of course hope to find a woman like your mother who accompanies him to fight from nothing."

"But as a father, Dad hopes that you can be safe and find a suitable family to marry. Of course, if you are not willing, we can recruit an uncle to come in, that's fine. Ranran, what do you think? ?”

Li Ran didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She stuffed the letter carefully and looked at Li Ruiguang with her clear black and white eyes:

"Dad, what are you talking about? I haven't even spoken to Brother Su. We are not even pen pals now."

Li Ruiguang quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He still wants to keep his girl for a few more years.

He looked at Li Ran's brisk back and stretched out a hand, "Ran Ran, that letter——"

Li Ran turned back with a sly smile, "Dad, I've grown up. This is the first pen pal I've ever made. So... this letter - it's confidential!"

After his back disappeared, Li Ruiguang pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head curiously and amusedly.

My daughter has really grown up.

It has begun to have its own secrets.

But for some reason, Li Ruiguang felt an inexplicable fear in his heart when he thought of Su Qingfeng, who only existed in his daughter's mouth.

joke!

How could he, the Harbin City Public Security Bureau chief, be afraid of an eighth-level chef?

Besides, Su Qingfeng doesn’t look like a bad person.

Li Ruiguang shook his head, took off his hat, turned and walked towards the house.

……

Sujia Village.

Old Su's house.

Su Qingfeng felt that she still had a bohemian heart, so she took a leave of absence due to illness. After not working for a few days, she was already wild.

Especially since he had a father who still had a childlike heart. He took him to cut ice for fishing and climb trees to set traps every day. Even if Uncle Zhao hadn't been away that day and lacked a shotgun, Su Siwei would have taken him directly into the mountains to hunt.

However, Su Siwei decided to calm down recently.

Because we have to start preparing for the New Year's Day program in Sujiacun.

This New Year's Day program, in addition to model operas, is about singing popular songs. If there are some conditions, it is a aria opera.

But there are only so many tricks. After doing it over and over again over the years, everyone has long lost their freshness.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been until this year that we had a decent New Year’s Day performance.

evening.

It's a bit cold.

There are still patients at home.

So the whole family simply moved to the kang to eat.

Not to mention, the crowded kang, the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks, and the atmosphere of fireworks made Feng Sufen feel better.

When the Su family was eating, there was no rule of not talking during eating or sleeping. Everyone just picked up the trivial details of their recent lives and chattered on.

Among them, Zhao Di is inevitably mentioned.

Xiang Hongying deliberately adjusted the atmosphere and said with a smile, "Our Zhaodi is quite famous in the village now. Who else doesn't know about that good voice?"

As soon as these words came out, even Su Qingfeng nodded in approval.

Third Sister's timbre, intonation and abundant empathy ability are already very good for others to have one of them, let alone Zhaodi having all three at the same time.

Based on this alone, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is blessed by God.

Zhaodi was a little worried, "Our village hasn't decided on a performance yet. I heard from Aunt Lianhua that the neighboring villages are working hard this time and are preparing to shine in the New Year's Day performance."

"Aunt Lianhua also said that if we remain at the same level as in previous years, I'm afraid we won't be able to be included in the performance list for the final New Year's Day performance."

Also, there are so many villages and so many village art propaganda teams. If every village performs a program, wouldn't the performance have to be held until the next day?
After the words fell, the atmosphere became quiet.

Su Qingfeng is also thinking hard about what kind of programs can be adapted in this era.

Before he could think of it, he heard the second uncle's muffled voice again:
"Last time in town, Director Xu Fenglian...did you tell me how things turned out?"

When this was mentioned, the old lady's face showed anger.

"What else can we do? Now Miao Aihua and her Feng family are just dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water. Their reputations are like stinking ditches. What kind of education and what kind of models are just like that to them. "

"Damn it, people are so shameless these days, there's really nothing they can do against her."

After hearing this, Feng Sufen's eyes fluctuated slightly, revealing a bit of hatred.

However, at this moment, Su Qingfeng suddenly slammed the table and said loudly, "I thought of it!"

I saw Su Qingfeng looking at the old Su family with burning eyes, "I'm thinking about what exactly is going to be performed in this New Year's Day performance."

"Don't we have ready-made examples of adaptation here?"

Ready-made examples of adaptations?
When everyone heard this word, they were a little unable to react.We are all honest and honest people, and our lives are uneventful. How can we put it on the big stage?
Su Qingfeng faced everyone's gaze, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

He looked at Feng Sufen and said, "Whether this opera can be sung depends on the second aunt."

Feng Sufen was suddenly called out, and there was a hint of confusion and confusion in her eyes.

Then, she heard Su Qingfeng's voice: "We can completely use Miao Aihua as a prototype to become the villain in the script who favors boys over girls and suppresses married daughters, and then recruits Di as the heroine."

"In this script, Zhao Di first has to show obedience and tolerance to her biological mother in the early stage, and then later, in order to protect her child, she awakens her independent thoughts and rises up to resist."

"And during the process, the help and encouragement from the husband's family is indispensable, especially the heroine's mother-in-law, who is hard-spoken and soft-hearted."

Upon hearing this rough plan, everyone's eyes lit up.

This idea is novel enough.

They actually used the real things that happened in their daily lives as scripts and turned them into performances.

It was difficult for Feng Sufen to think more.

If this script is really chosen, wouldn't it mean that through drama, the evil deeds Miao Aihua has done can be publicized in front of so many big leaders and worker comrades in the town.

When the time comes, no matter how thick-skinned Miao Aihua is, she will not be able to withstand this blow.

Even if she doesn't care, what about Feng Guiyong, who is studying in the town's high school?
Could he be able to bear the strange looks from around him?
After thinking about it, Feng Sufen also slapped the table, "I agree!"

The little old lady also thought about it.

She looked at Su Qingfeng with a rare expression of embarrassment, "Qingfeng, how come this mother-in-law role is exactly the same as mine?"

Feng Sufen was beside her, so she didn't roll her eyes.

Although the old lady was nice to her, she often scolded her, and sometimes she would even hit her twice with her own hands.

She has nothing to do with the soft-spoken old lady in the script.

So, how did she come to the conclusion that they were "exactly the same"?

Before Feng Sufen said this, Su Qingfeng nodded thoughtfully and said sincerely, "Nay, I didn't notice it until you said it. The mother-in-law in this script is exactly like you."

The old lady was so happy that she lost her sight.

She slammed the table, making everyone tremble again, "I have decided, I also want to join the village's literary and artistic propaganda team!"

I saw the soup spilled on the table.

The old man wiped it with his sleeve calmly, unavoidably muttering in his heart.

What's the custom in this house?

Do you have to slam the table before speaking?

Shocked.

……

The next day.

Aunt Lianhua looked at the vast family, still a little uneasy.

When she heard that the idea for this script came from Su Qingfeng, she looked at the young man frequently.

"Qingfeng, no wonder there are so many people in the village, but you are the only one who can work in the town. Your brain is better than ours. How did you come up with this?"

Aunt Lianhua looked at the crude script and felt happy.

He felt that he would make a lot of money by recruiting Su Qingfeng as a special consultant without spending a dime.

On the other hand, Su Qingfeng also felt that he could make a lot of money by joining the village's literary and art propaganda team and deploying his own people without spending a penny.

Both parties were very satisfied and felt that they had taken advantage of it.

Feng Sufen was even happier.

She looked at Su Qingfeng with a little admiration at this moment.

This nephew has a really good brain, but he is different from people like them.

What can the town’s Women’s Federation do to Miao Aihua’s family?
In this day and age, such matters involving family affairs are like a puddle of mud, and not many people want to get into the mud.

To put it bluntly, this is something that happens at other people’s homes and is handled by oneself behind closed doors. What use can the Women’s Federation do?

but……

If Su Qingfeng's script can really be performed in the New Year's Day performance...

Feng Sufen didn't dare to think about it.

Wearing a big cotton-padded jacket, she sat on a pony, watching her mother-in-law perform all kinds of tricks, and wanted to run for the role of "good mother-in-law."

Aunt Lianhua was a little careless at first, but after seeing the old lady play a few small parts, she gradually became serious.

Not to mention, the biggest characteristic of the old lady is that she can show off her dignity and put down her airs. Coupled with Su Qingfeng's personal guidance, after several performances, she is indeed not bad.

As a result, the village's literary and artistic propaganda team started in full swing.

For the past few days, Su Qingfeng had been sitting on the pony, commenting like the instructor.

Although he has never eaten pork, he has at least seen pigs running.

It just so happened that on this day, everyone was training in full swing, and a voice came from outside the door: "Is Su Qingfeng here? I have your letter."

Su Qingfeng didn't know why, her heartbeat felt like it missed a beat, and she subconsciously thought of Li Ran.

But he quickly shook off the strangeness, stood up, stepped forward, and took away the envelope.

Looking at the handwriting on the envelope, I knew it was written by Li Ran himself.

He opened it and saw that the letters contained some daily little things. They were obviously so trivial, but when they sounded, they always felt like there was a faint sense of warmth.

It was as if Su Qingfeng could see Li Ran sitting in front of the window sill, looking at the white snowflakes outside the window, and the heat in the room, writing this paragraph comfortably and comfortably.

Just imagining this scene made him feel relaxed.

When Su Qingfeng opened the letter, a specially selected newspaper fell out without noticing.

The village party secretary who was watching the rehearsal stood next to Su Qingfeng, and when he saw this, he naturally picked up the newspaper on the ground.

As a village cadre, the village party secretary is naturally literate.

When he saw what was in the newspaper, his breathing became rapid, and then his whole body began to tremble.

Just because in the most conspicuous column of the newspaper, there is a line of big words:
Desperate to save his father, he bravely fights five spies!
He was seriously injured, but he risked his life to protect his family and country without any regrets!
The old party secretary was afraid that he had read it wrongly, so he carefully observed the content under the newspaper title. He read it back and forth three or five times, and finally confirmed that it was Su Qingfeng.

Even in the layout of the text, there is a photo, in black and white.

In the photo, Su Qingfeng was lying on the hospital bed, looking very weak, but her smile was extremely bright, as if she could sweep away all the dark clouds and haze.

The old branch secretary trembled.

He suddenly thought of what the seventh brother in the village said, the seventh uncle that Su Qingfeng and the others called him.

That is - the old Su family has made a fortune.

This has been published in the provincial capital daily, isn’t it enough to be promising?

　The first update today, [-] words~
　　
　
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