Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Jiang Shan put the brocade box into his net pocket and said to Huang Hua seriously: Brother, just tell me what you said, but don't go to Gutai to say it.

Huang Hua looked like I'm not stupid: I'll tell you this in private. How can I go to the boss to talk about it? Besides, he won't give you a TV set if I tell you.

Jiang Shan nodded, but be sure not to say anything.

Seeing Huang Hua take out his diary again, Jiang Shan also took out a notebook from Huang's school bag.

Brother, starting from today, I am also going to write a diary.

Jiang Shan opened the book and saw two lines of words written down on the first page. They were the accounts he had just written down with great ambition and time spent on receiving 2 and 5 yuan worth of lines.

Tear it up and get ready to start journaling.

Huang Hua nodded and felt that Jiangshan was doing the right thing: Write a little every day, and when you look back in two years, you will gain something.

Jiang Shan grabbed the pen and didn't know what to write on the first day: I was afraid that one day I would have nothing to write and it would stop.

Huang Hua is an expert in this field: Then you can keep an account of the day's expenses. If you can't, it's okay to write one or two sentences.

Jiang Shan glanced at the page he had just torn out, and wrote something in a squeaky voice: From now on, serious people should start writing diaries.

Close it and sleep!

The next day, the sky in Yanjing became heavier.

Seeing that the weather was about to change, while there was still some time in the morning, Pujiang's group hurried out on Jiang Shan's suggestion.

Gu Zhengzheng was a little surprised: I didn't expect that Xiao Jiang is quite family-oriented at such a young age.

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

So, Yanjing Fabric 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 Yanshan preserved fruits.

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

In 1978, the Beijing-Shanghai Line had three round-trip trains: morning, noon and evening.

When Jiang Shan stepped into the sleeper car at 12:30 noon, he couldn't help but said: Hey, it's still a soft sleeper!

It was Zhang Lu's first time to enter a soft sleeper, but he had to emphasize: This is a compartment only for senior leaders and foreign guests.

Aren't we Gutai senior leaders? Jiang Shan raised his eyebrows at Gu Zhengzheng: This is the standard.

When I came here, I could also buy tickets of this standard in Gutai, Zhang Lu emphasized, You don't want to sit with us just yet.

Gu Zhengzheng rolled his eyes at Zhang Lu: Just stop talking and put the camera away.

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

There were actually white lace curtains hung on the windows.

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

After taking off the yellow schoolbag, he put it on the small table. Without even picking up a glass of water, he took out the sketch of the Little Man's Book and started painting.

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

Unexpectedly, Jiangshan came to this...

Huang Hua glanced at the other lower bunk, and wisely climbed up to the upper bunk. It was wide and comfortable. He opened the bag and took out a book, holding it in his hand and writing and writing.

Under this situation, Zhang Lu glanced at Gu Zhengzheng.

The next second he hung up the camera neatly: Gutai, I'm going to take a walk in the carriage to see if there is any new news that can be photographed on this train.

Well~ Gu Zhengzheng's face softened a lot: Go ahead and pay attention to camera safety.

Jiang Shan's Battle of Red Cliff still has six paintings to be completed. I thought that during this trip to Yanjing, I could finish even three paintings in one day.

Unexpectedly, not a single stroke was drawn.

The first time he saw the soft sleeper carriage, Jiang Shan decided not to stop until he finished painting.

Gradually, the three people in the box started out looking for trouble and ended up being so busy that they couldn't even stand up straight.

Work initiation plan, work summary plan, On Photography Techniques... each one is more immersive than the last.

Under night, inside the box of Mercedes-Benz.

Gu Zhengzheng, who had been working for a long time, picked up Jiangshan's Red Cliff War.

Look at the paintings for a while, and look at the country for a while.

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

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

The composition of every page and every stroke of writing have been engraved in his mind. He just needs to concentrate on painting, painting, painting...

Finally, until Jiangshan finished the last stroke and lay down.

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

…

Pujiang City.

It rained for a whole day in Yanjing, and then it fell again on the Pujiang River.

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

He excitedly shouted at the door twice, but no one answered.

Jiang Shan: ...huh?

Why isn't Mother Jiang at home at this point?

Stop calling me mom,

Li Ruocheng opened the door and walked out: Back from Yanjing?

Jiang Shan conveniently took the folding lounge chair that the old man had slipped into his hand and put it on the ground to prop it up.

I'm back, isn't this? Jiang Shan took out a bag of chestnuts and a bag of fruit from the net bag: I brought them for you and Aunt Li, have a good taste.

We are not three-year-olds, Li Ruocheng reached out and took it, taking a look at it: This chestnut is good, I really like this one.

Uncle Li, Jiang Shan said without seeing 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: Go quickly. If you ask me, you might as well stop doing your job in the printing factory.

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

Li Ruocheng looked at Jiang Shan's back and raised his hand: I'll feed it to you later!

More than twenty minutes later, Jiang Shan finally appeared in Pujiang Translation Studio.

At the thought, Hu Xiao saw his smiling face and started laughing unconsciously.

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, picking up the crack in the door and listening to the wall.

So, he quietly came up.

Lu Yi was startled, and after seeing clearly who was coming, he immediately laughed: Here he comes.

Jiang Shan: Yeah!

Shh, Yang Bai whispered, If you want to hear it, just don't say anything!

Jiang Shan nodded silently and posted it on the door.

Don't just show off a few points, Hu Xiao's voice came through the door:

It was played fine when it was used as an internal reference film. Why was it cut after re-recording?

...

Except for his voice, there was no other sound in the room. Jiang Shan estimated that Hu Xiao was on the phone with the other party.

You should also distinguish the importance of the film when editing, Hu Xiao's voice continued in a high voice: The scene of the naked fruit in The Remaining Life of the Sea of ​​Bitterness is the mirror that highlights the sea of ​​suffering.

Telephone:……

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

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

Hu Xiao continued to talk earnestly to the other end of the phone:

“As a result, when a boatload of people arrived in Cuba, Cuba refused to allow the boatload of people to disembark, which meant that the boatload of people would have 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 will not even know why her mother is crazy. Know.

Telephone:……

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

Everyone already understood the source of Director Hu's anger. It turned out that another movie that had been painstakingly translated became pornographic.

This is the legendary saying: if you dare to be yellow, you will be completely yellow.