Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Midsummer morning.

When the last trace of coolness had not dissipated in the small courtyard, Li Huaiying held the basin in his left hand and poured water on the ground with his right hand.

Wow, wow...

After some physical operations, the temperature in the courtyard became more comfortable.

Li Ruocheng, who was sitting on the bamboo recliner, dangled his feet and hid: Enough, enough, it's happened so many times, and you are still planning to spend the whole day!

Li Huaiying stood up and rubbed his waist, but was too lazy to talk to his wife: I act like a Bodhisattva every day. I sit there for a long time and don't know how to help me.

I wanted to help last time, Li Ruocheng kept blowing the wind from his wife with the cattail leaf fan in his hand: Didn't you tell me not to cause trouble?

I have said so many things, why do you choose to listen to them all...

Li Huaiying, who wanted to say something more, suddenly looked towards the corridor of the small courtyard.

The next moment, he immediately put on a smiling face: Oh, let me see who is coming?

After saying that, he waved the empty basin in his hand in the direction of his wife.

Li Ruocheng was startled and quickly reached out to block it.

Fortunately, only a bunch of water droplets were thrown over.

Hello Grandpa Li, hello Grandma Li.

Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai ran into the courtyard with smiles.

After shouting hello to the neighbor's grandparents, he quickly rushed towards a screen door.

Second uncle, third uncle,

Third uncle, second uncle...

They say that the temperature in the past was not as hot as in later generations, but Jiang Shan didn't believe it at first.

It wasn’t until I experienced it on the spot that I had to admit that air conditioning is better!

The men's dormitory of the Jiang family can sleep with the door open, so the only electric fan in the house is reserved for the women's dormitory.

Mom, Jiang He, with his messy hair, pulled open the latch of the screen door.

Look, this house is a mess,

After entering the door, Jiang Ma immediately got busy: If you call it a pig's nest, the pigs won't be happy.

Mom, Jiang Shan, who was lying on the bed, shouted in confusion, you must not clean up the mess, otherwise you won't be able to find anything.

There was a snap,

Jiang Ma slapped Jiang Shan's thigh: How can we clean up the mess?

Aren't I afraid that you will be tired?

Jiang He on the side said truthfully: I have a book but I can't find it.

Snapped,

The same slap, thrown away.

Third uncle, I'm here, Jiang Xiaobai flapped his short legs and tried hard to climb onto his third uncle's bed.

Where did this little dumpling come from? Jiang Shan hugged Xiao Bai with his eyes closed: Have you missed your third uncle?

Grrrrrrrr,

The meaty Jiang Xiaobai was tightly held in his arms by his third uncle, giggling non-stop.

Many times, Jiangshan used this little fat man as a cat, and it felt so good.

Why did you buy so many sandals? Jiang Ma looked at the pile of shoes on the dinner table.

Wear it, Jiang He said.

Today's shoes are so beautifully made,

Although I felt very reluctant to part with it, my eyes still rested on a pair of small plastic sandals made of candy powder.

This must be for us Xiaoyu, Jiang's mother smiled and touched the little granddaughter beside her.

The little girl with crooked smile nodded vigorously.

Sit down, grandma will try it on you.

After a while, Jiang He stretched out his head and took a look: It's just right.

After saying that, he picked up his little niece's old sandals and cut off a few plastic straps in a few clicks.

Here, these are the slippers my second uncle gave you.

Tsk, tsk, you're the only one with quick hands.

Soon, Jiang Ma accurately found the pair that belonged to her.

Spending money blindly, he gestured to his feet and said, The pair I have on my feet are quite good.

Jiang Shan, who was on the side, was trying on Xiaobai's shoes: What's good? The ones you and my dad wore are almost torn.

Why haven't your sisters woke up yet?

What time is it? Jiang Shan looked up at the small alarm clock: You are really my mother. You came before eight o'clock.

Eight o'clock is still too early?

Not to mention that it was only eight o'clock, even at noon, the two girls next door might not be able to get up.

Last night, Jiang Chuan only took a few glances, but Jiang Shan couldn't take his eyes away from the Legend of the Condor Heroes he brought home.

She begged her brother to carry her back to the room.

After that, we watched The Legend of the Condor Heroes with Ying Ruhua all night long.

It wasn't until dawn that I was willing to let go.

The decoration work of Lao Jiang's house is almost completed.

At this moment, several pieces of furniture designed by Jiang He were placed everywhere in the newly painted room.

Second brother, you can do it. You did really well. Jiang Shan looked around: What color are you going to paint?

Mother Jiang looked at it carefully and told the two children not to fall: It must be painted water chestnut color, how bright it is.

Milk white.

This is wedding furniture, why should you paint it white?

Milk white, Jiang He had already bought the paint: Xiao Xiao likes it.

...

Jiang Ma pursed her lips and remained silent.

Jiang Shan quickly came over and pinched his mother’s shoulders:

Mom, when I get married, I'll paint it a water chestnut color. As for my second brother and the others... just put a few more bouquets of plastic flowers.

Jiang Ma smiled and glanced at Lao San: Okay, as long as they like it.

Isn't that right?

Jiang He seemed not to have heard the conversation between the two men, and was currently opening the drawers of the chest of drawers one by one.

Unknowingly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Ma shook her head: Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Jiang Shan shook his head: Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I never thought that the two children beside me would also smile and shake their heads: Tsk, tsk...

Tsk, the second brother strode over and picked them up one by one with each hand: Let's go, second uncle will take you to eat fried steamed buns.

Oh~

The little two put on their new sandals and immediately ran out of the courtyard.

Jiang Ma, who followed behind at a trot, was smiling all the way.

When passing by the front yard, two aunts who were sitting in the yard picking vegetables quickly stopped and asked: What are you doing here? Let's see how the children are entertained.

Jiang's mother smiled as she walked: I said I could just have a few bites at home, but his second uncle had to take me and the child to a restaurant.

Ouch, we're going to the restaurant again.

Why go to a restaurant? It's just a snack bar at the corner of the street.

Jiang Ma listened happily and ignored the other party's expression.

Sister Jiang, please listen to my advice and don't spend one on two, in case one day...

Before the aunt finished speaking, she saw a cold-faced Jiang He walking over.

... I didn't want to persuade him anymore.

This meal of pan-fried steamed buns, neither early nor late, naturally includes Jiangshan’s share.

Just after arriving at two o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Shan walked into Pujiang Art Film Factory.

After stepping onto the steps in two or three steps, I happened to catch a familiar shadow from the corner of my eye and passed him by.

Director Wang, Jiang Shan shouted quickly.

Hey, Director Wang Xiang looked back and smiled: Jiang Shan, I heard that you went to Yanjing?

I just came back last night, Jiang Shan said with a smile, I came over as soon as I received your message. It's nothing big, right?

Jiang Shan couldn't figure out why Meiying Studio was looking for him.

Let's just say it's not a big deal. Director Wang came over, patted Jiang Shan's shoulder and walked in:

But I really have something urgent to do right now. How about... you go take a look with me first?

Let's go. Jiang Shante simply raised his feet and left.

While talking, the two walked into a studio of about 20 square meters.

At a large long table in the middle, 4 or 5 comrades were gathering together to discuss something.

One of them Jiang Shan also knew was Yan Dingxian, the director of Nezha Hao Hai.

Old Yan, Wang Chang said with a smile, Look who is here.

Hello, Director Yan.

Hey, Xiao Jiang is back.

Just arrived last night.

You're welcome. Sit down for a while. After I finish the work at hand, I'll talk about your business.

Sure, Jiang Shan smiled and nodded: You go ahead.

After Director Yan's introduction, several people in the studio greeted Reporter Jiang and then got back to work.

The processing of laser images at sea is still very good.

Very realistic, right?

Indeed, this has exceeded our previous expectations.

That's good. We have studied this image for a long time, and finally decided to draw it frame by frame on film.

At this moment on the workbench, Yan Dingxian, Wang Chaozheng and three comrades from Pujiang Film Studio were communicating with each other.

Jiang Shan, who became more and more interested as he listened, slowly leaned over.

On the monitor on the workbench, an image is being played repeatedly.

Under the blue sky, a ship with a sci-fi look is driving on the sea at high speed.

Suddenly, an orange beam of light dropped from the sky...

Oops! this is not……?

Jiang Shan's eyes widened immediately. He didn't expect that the American Film Studio would also be involved in the filming of this movie.

As the clips continued to play on the TV, Jiang Shan was almost certain that this should be the 1979 super IP Death Light on the Coral Island.

The novel of the same name for this film is as full of science fiction as the content itself.

In 1963, the 28-year-old author Tong Enzheng was already a standard slash youth.

He is not only a teaching assistant in the Archeology Department of Sichuan University, but also a screenwriter in a film studio.

However, what is most eye-catching is his identity as a science fiction writer.

This year, he submitted his novel Death Light on Coral Island to Youth Literature.

Since the whole country was united to overthrow the Soviet revisionist and American emperor at that time, it was naturally impossible for a novel with an overseas Chinese protagonist to be published.

Until 1978, after the chaos was brought to an end, the country put forward the slogan Science and technology are productive forces, and Guo Moruo also followed suit and shouted The spring of science is coming.

Finally, after the National Science Creation Symposium, Tong Enzheng published the novel Dead Light on the Coral Island that he had treasured for 15 years in the People's Literature of that year.

In the same year, it was named Outstanding Short Story of 1978.

The publication of Dead Light on the Coral Island by the mainstream journal People's Literature was of great significance, and it immediately awakened the creative enthusiasm of a large number of popular science writers.

By 1980, there were at least thirty or forty science fiction publications, more than two hundred literary journals, and more than a thousand newspapers across the country competing to publish science fiction novels.

Since then, hundreds and thousands of original works have been published every year.

And Death Light on Coral Island has been adapted into a play, radio drama, and movie.

Among them, there are 12 versions of the comic strip alone.

It is simply a veritable super IP.

For a moment, the glory was beyond compare.

Later generations say that Death Light on Coral Island is the originator of Chinese science fiction films, but this is not entirely correct.

As early as 1958, Yanjing Film Studio produced a science fiction film called Rhapsody on the Ming Tombs Reservoir to celebrate the ninth anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

This movie is amazing, the year 1978 described in it is extremely fantasy.

People live and work in peace and contentment, science and technology develop at a rapid pace, they usually fly to work, travel to the moon, and everyone has a video phone.

This film was once regarded as a masterpiece of domestic science fiction films by Liu Cixin.

The plot of the movie Death Light on Coral Island before Jiang Shan's eyes is basically the same as the novel.

It tells the story of scientist Zhao Qian, who refused to sell the patent rights of high-efficiency atomic batteries to a foreign company for the benefit of the country.

Unfortunately, he was persecuted by the manager of the company and the plane crashed.

Fortunately, Zhao Qian's student Chen Tianhong successfully escaped with the battery and was rescued by Dr. Matthew, a Chinese scientist who has lived on a desert island in the ocean all year round.

At the end of the film, Chen Tianhong, with the help of Dr. Ma, developed a death ray and killed the enemies who persecuted his teacher in one fell swoop.

Because last year's radio drama Death Light on Coral Island was particularly popular with listeners.

Therefore, when Pujiang Film Studio was filming this movie, it not only provided sufficient filming funds, but also mobilized many official contacts.

From the Meiying Factory in this city to the ship model workshop of Wuhan 701 Research Institute.

Even the captain of a certain fleet at sea was invited by the film studio to participate in the filming guidance.

In order to truly restore the vast modern scientific base all over the world, the crew also built an entire interior studio on an uninhabited island in Dongshan, Fujian.

Its decoration design completely refers to foreign periodicals and magazines.

The space airship was made by 701’s ship model workshop, and the special engine was designed by Hongqi Car Factory.

All exterior scenes were shot by the photographer flying to Xiangjiang...

The main actors even invited some of the voice actors who previously produced the radio drama for Death Light on Coral Island.

Among them, the villain of Gringo is played by the translation studio treasure Qiu Yuefeng with a mixed-race face.

The sequence of the nuclear submarine is also great, a staff member of the film studio stared at the screen and laughed: It doesn't look like a toy at all.

It's not just any toy,

After saying that, Yan Ding handed the toy in his hand to Jiang Shan: It is completely modeled after a real nuclear submarine.

Jiang Shan finished holding the model in his hand and said with a smile, Is it the one in the movie?

Of course, if you put it in the water and dangle it, it will become the real deal.

Hahaha.

The few people here were laughing happily, but the three people from the film studio opposite frowned.

Soon, everyone in the studio became serious.

Following the other person's gaze, Jiang Shan looked at the picture on the TV.

After a segment is finished, continue playing it again.

After watching it over and over again, everyone frowned.

looks like?

What do you think?

I don't think so.

It's a bit fake.

Just a little fake?

Xiao Jiang, what do you think?

Jiang Shan, who had been watching it intently for a while, had to admit: It really doesn't look like it!