Since 1983

"thump!"

"Wow, boom!"

Xu Fei plunged into the water, swam back and forth in a non-standard posture, and climbed ashore wet.

A group of middle-aged oily men turned their heads one after another, feeling ashamed.

"Swimming is really good to release stress."

He lay down on the chair, and stretched his long legs to his heart's content, "I've finished standing for a while, so I have to exercise."

"How is your schedule?"

The old horse was tinkering with the tea set beside him, brewing seven or eight cups in a small teacup.

"Wait for the review, and if you pass, rehearse next year."

Teacher Xu waited until his body warmed up before drinking a cup of tea and looking at the huge swimming pool area, "It's a good place, but it's empty, and there aren't even any girls in swimsuits."

"Yes, although I'm not wearing a swimsuit."

Wang Shuo interrupted suddenly, scratching his neck and shouting, "Miss! Miss!"

Xu Fei was taken aback for a moment, and only when he saw a waiter in uniform approaching did he realize that he wanted to split.

"Book a private room for us, and we'll go down for dinner later, can we order food here?"

"OK."

"Then order first."

A group of people began to study the recipes, and Mr. Xu was amazing, "Are you making this much money now? Just order with five stars?"

Ma Wei was scornful, "Haiyan is here, who pays the bill?"

"Oh, Cengfan!" He was stunned.

"It's about unity and friendship, don't make it so vulgar."

Wang Shuo also despised it, and taught him, "You're a learned man, don't do it deliberately. Eat slowly later, the place is next to the office, the door opens, and Haiyan greets you as you pass by. People come in and have a look, huh! For dinner, do you think he is embarrassed not to sign the bill?"

Ouch!

Teacher Xu shook his head, I'm worth a million dollars to accompany you here for dinner?

But for the first time, do as the Romans do.

Let's soak for a while, and continue to chat over there, Wang Shuo is the core. The old horse squinted his eyes and drank tea, and occasionally interjected that he was not interested in participating, so he took a book to read.

"Chinese people go to the United States to treat diseases, and the people of this big country have this preference. Once they come to other people's territory, they will treat any sickness.

A buddy of mine went abroad for the first two years, and came back a while ago. I saw it, and I wrote a letter. I said, why do you believe in religion? He said that if you don't believe it, you don't know that you are small, if you don't believe it, you don't know that you are sinful.

Pulling Jie Bao's eggs, you are afraid of death!

Let me tell you, the Chinese people are most afraid of death, but they don't have the bone to believe in religion. They have been talking about their ancestors for thousands of years. They are all monks outside, telling you that you must have faith, have faith to enrich your spirit, and have faith to go to heaven, just to find a place to vent your fear of death.

In fact, it is not as good as the ancestors of the Chinese people, and it is very affordable. People don't go to heaven, so they just stay on the tablet, and by the way, they can bless their children and grandchildren. "

"I'm afraid of death because I'm afraid that if I die, I won't find anything, my consciousness will disappear, and I won't be able to feel the world. So I make some mysterious things to comfort myself."

"Yes, Westerners talk about the individual, and go to heaven. The Chinese talk about family blood, and the ancestors become ancestors after death."

"So the Chinese are really good. The guy who first made his ancestor is called awesome. He understands the needs of the masses too well..."

Wang Shuokan was overjoyed, his eyebrows were beaming, and he felt the sun, but there was someone over there who didn't listen, and shouted: "What the hell are you looking at?"

"Just take a look, you continue."

Xu Fei shook the book.

Wang Shuo's eyes were sharp, "Snow, a flying fox in the snowy mountains? Damn, do you read martial arts novels?"

hum!

A group of writers are all excited, they are all figures in the literary world, and they basically look down on martial arts.

"Why do you still read this? Hong Kong and Taiwan writers have nothing to read, especially Jin Yong Qiongyao. Qiongyao's readership is a bunch of immature, promiscuous nonsense, and they can't compare with Zhang Ailing who is flirtatious."

"Jin Yong is purely the way of those old novels. He can't explain things clearly in one sentence. No one can kill anyone. When it comes to killing someone, a blocker falls from the sky. It's boring."

"And martial arts are so ridiculous. The Afghan war has been withdrawn, and they still come here? It's fake, and they are still invulnerable and flying around?"

"Xiao Xu, you have always had a good eye, but today you are so vulgar!"

This is the literary world of the 1980s.

Teacher Xu felt that he had fallen into the Hermitage, that he was a layman all over the world. They are all older seniors, and he is not easy to hate, "Chengcheng, I'll watch it when I get home."

"No! Seeing martial arts fighters mingling with us, it's a loss."

"Yes, we have to settle the bill later!"

As for this group of people, they are joking, and they also mean to teach and teach young people.

Teacher Xu closed the book and said with a smile, "Okay, let's talk about something else.

You were talking about death just now, weren't you?

In fact, everyone knows that death is inevitable, and one has to work so hard just to stay in this world for a while. What kind of belief, ancestors, that thing is too far away, and no one will know until it really dies once.

From the most realistic point of view, I think the death of a person has to go through at least three stages. "

"How to say?" Everyone became interested.

"Number one, when your heart stops and your breathing dies, it's medical death.

Number two, when you have a memorial service, people come to the funeral in black. They announce that you are gone. This is social death.

The third one, the last person in the world who remembers you, forgets you. This is death in emotional memory.

A person's life is bound to experience these three times before disappearing completely.

But for some, there is a more continuous way of being. Music, film and television, literary history, textbooks...if they are great enough, they may never die. "

"..."

In the silence, Xu Fei looked at the time and stood up, "Okay, let's eat!"

……………………………

Youth Press.

The reputation is still good, saying that the second half of the year is the second half of the year. Xu Fei got the official version of "On Self-Cultivation of Film and Television Drama", and couldn't put it down.

The cover was redesigned according to his wishes, and the girdle was also in place. It read:

"Jointly recommended by more than a dozen famous artists, understandable film and television art appreciation."

"Wang Shuo: Don't take the audience as a dish"

"Mo Yan: A Primer for Movie Lovers"

"Gao You: He taught me how to act"

In fact, the editor felt very ashamed, had never done this before, and asked, "Mr. Xu, if you have no objections, we will officially launch it in a few days."

"How do you plan to sell it?"

"It's just in various bookstores."

"Gone?"

"..."

The editor was tired, "What do you want to do?"

"It's better to have a reader meeting, let's get out of the way now?"

"Let is let, but this..."

"Oh, just tell me the time and place, and I'll do it myself."

Xu Fei originally planned to hold a signing event, but he thought it was wrong. Now only leaders can sign. Celebrities and writers will be scolded if they want to sign.

We had to wait for pop songs to become popular in the 1990s, Hong Kong and Taiwan forces invaded aggressively, and the first batch of brainless fans appeared to bring this signature culture.

"Grandma, I want to listen to "Stars Light Up the Lights"."

"Oh, light up the lights, I can sing too."

That's it.

Mr. Xu published a book at public expense, publicized it at his own expense, and contacted Yu Jiajia, so the "Beijing Youth Daily" started a lottery again:

""On Self-Cultivation of Film and Television Drama" will be officially released in five days, and a reader exchange meeting will be held. You can sign up to participate from today, and finally 20 people will be selected...

Time: August 2nd, 9:00am

Location: No. 28, Daju Hutong, DC District”

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