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Xu Fei stayed at home for five days, plus a round trip, just a week.

After returning to the capital, he did not immediately organize the script, but ran to the cinema and watched the movie "Break Dance" alone.

He had n’t seen it before, and he talked about a girl named Kelly, who met two street dancers, Tornado and Motor. The dance combination he won in various PKs repeatedly won the chance to participate in the official competition, and finally let the break dance dance from Take the street to the stage.

The plot is weak and the dance is good-looking, which officially set off a wave of domestic break dance.

In the more than ten years since then, I do n’t know how many people depended on this for dinner, including Sun Mei, a famous dancer in Heilongjiang.

However, Xu Fei is the second to watch movies, drawing mainly on materials-the biggest feature of sitcoms is that they are closely related to the times.

He returned to the courtyard, squinted for a while, woke up to tidy up, and changed his suit.

In the evening, when the cart was about to go out, it was heard that someone was patting the door.

"Alas!"

Everyone was startled when the door opened, and Feng's pants, holding the wine bottle, blinked, "Come on! The timing is wrong, let's knock again."

"Are you going out?" Zhao Baogang is relatively normal.

"How are you two coming? I have an appointment for dinner ..."

Xu Fei looked at the wine bottle and the paper bag in Zhao Baogang's hand, but said helplessly: "Forget it, let's go together."

"Don't tell me, it's not a coincidence today, come again someday, what are we going to mix in?"

"It's okay, anyway, talking about the script, you two just listened."

So everyone came together and went to the two corridors outside the front door.

From Qianmen Street in the east to Meishi Street in the west, the slender and long alley is very secluded. Xu Fei led the double-cylinder drill to the end, found a door, and burst into the belly.

It was founded in the year of Guangxu, and the serious century-old brand name was only restored in 85 years. In addition to the bursting belly, there is also a charcoal-fired copper mutton.

The heat wave entered the door, and the old gluttons were full, because he reserved a place during the day and left a round table.

"Don't hide your wine, let it drink."

"I've never been here, a little nervous."

Feng pants touched the bottle of liquor from his arms, and looked around. "I said Teacher Xu, you have to go to Donglaishun to invite people. This store is so cold."

"Foreigners and foreigners, please come to Donglaishun, and ask friends to invite old gluttons to come to this kind of shop."

"Squeak!"

After just sitting for a few minutes, the door was pulled open, and the cotton curtain was picked up and wrapped in a night of cold.

"This!" Xu Fei waved.

"Hey, I'll find a place, at first glance is the expert."

Chen Xiaoer wore a dogskin hat and a large jacket, and won three points in the game, followed by a fat man.

Glasses, big head, short neck, thick eyebrows, a serious face, a bit like crayon Xiaoxin, it is Liang Zuo. He graduated from Peking University and taught Chinese at Jingcheng Language Institute.

"Teacher Liang, hello hello, my name is Xu Fei, these are two colleagues of the Art Center ..."

He got up and shook hands, Liang said little, "Hello."

He invited the other party through Chen Xiaoer's relationship, just for the script.

The five sat down and gave way, and Xu Fei began to order, "Let's start with a hot pot, two plates of three forks, two plates of cucumber sticks, and one plate of brains."

"The upper brain is sold out."

"Then let's sink a head ... do you have mushroom heads today?"

"The mushroom head will be gone in the afternoon."

"There are three kinds of sheep, then a few sesame biscuits, all right, these first."

Shortly after, the waiter served a charcoal-fired copper pot, followed by a tray of small bowls, full of sauces, soy sauce, vinegar, sesame sauce, sesame oil, tofu milk, and then sprinkled with green onion, coriander and garlic juice.

Then, click on the upper meat.

Hand-cut lamb, the main eight pieces of old-fashioned shabu-shabu: big three forks, lamb tendon, lamb upper brain, lamb grind crotch, lamb loin, lamb tendon, Shen and cucumber strips

Follow up on the belly.

Divided into nine parts, cut the silk horizontally, three kinds of sheep is to take three kinds of platter.

"Come and try."

Xu Fei stretched out his chopsticks, and everyone was polite. The meat was shaved, and he ate his belly first.

Chen Xiaoer took a sip, dipped the material, put it in his mouth, and the upper and lower teeth closed, "Crunch!"

Hey!

I was taken aback by myself, this was called crisp.

"Oh, my dad had the luck to have eaten once before liberation, and had eaten several times since liberation, just like this bite, saying that it is like chewing cucumber in the mouth, and it is counted today."

"Good." Liang nodded left.

"Uh huh!"

Those shameful things have caught a second bite, and they can't say anything.

"To say this, the best part is the mushroom head. Six or seven sheep can get a plate, but unfortunately not today."

Xu Fei was also very satisfied, this skill was called authentic, and later on, he pulled a few eggs, "Eat first, and then call the plate of tripe belly. I like that tripe kernel most, the water should be big, roll away, the fire is very hot Wang, cooked in three or five seconds into the soup, chewing very tender ... "

"Not to mention, my saliva is drooling." Zhao Baogang waved his hands again and again.

After a few chats, the mutton was also cooked, and they stretched out their chopsticks.

The copper pan was boiling hot, and the meat juices were pouring on the tube, and the white smoke was smoking, and it was mixed with the heat in the house. I wish I could drown in this cold night.

In a blink of an eye, a few plates of flesh came down and called again.

Chen Xiaoer didn't like to be eaten by strangers. This meeting also drank away. Feng pants and Zhao Baogang even grumbled. Liang Zuo is the weirdest. He has written so many comedy comedies, but he is a cold face.

Blushing, but his eyes are still god, his face is sensible, and he retains his restraint and grip.

"Teacher Liang, I have something to ask for today ..."

Xu Fei saw the atmosphere was almost the same, and said: "We want to plan a sitcom, and I want to ask you to write."

"You want to make a sitcom?"

"You understand?"

"It's fair to know some, you talk about the outline." Liang Zuo pushed his glasses.

"Just in a hutong, there are several families, different ages, different occupations, different backgrounds ..."

He said it briefly.

"Well, this way."

Liang Zuo's face was serious, and the more serious he was, the more crayons Xiaoxin said: "But I haven't written a TV series, I have written a crosstalk, I am afraid it is not good to master."

"Eh, I like your ideas and perspectives, and I think you can write the lines I want."

"Line? Haven't you always emphasized the story?" Feng pants wondered.

"The lines are the specific details of the story. The story is a big box. It is an idea. How to reflect it and how to fill in the details is the key to success or failure."

Xu Fei sipped his wine and poured a hot air into his throat, and the whole person was refreshed.

"Especially in sitcoms, there are almost no outside scenes, just in a few fixed scenes, a few fixed actors. So how to make the audience not tired? It depends on the lines! Performance! And the taste reflected in it!"

"The line is easy, I will write a paragraph for you ..."

Zhao Baogang obviously turned his head up and grinned: "Yo, Mr. Xu, why are you going to have a meal? Under the restaurant, you are really rich. Come on, please come back someday, see you again!"

"Hey, you call it a line?"

When Chen Xiaoer's hat was taken off, he showed a big bald head and said, "You can only walk through the field like this. I understand the meaning of Xu Fei, he wants to be a main line.

As long as I sell the mutton skewers, for those few lines, I will spend two months with Lao Mao! "

Well, I know mutton skewers!

Uncle Alibaba, you advertised Daddy Ma in advance ...

Xu Fei said with a smile: "Yes, just like the traditional paragraph in the crosstalk, saying a river, one person on the left and one person on the right are deaf, and one of them is holding a rod.

People over there shouted, ‘oh, go fishing? ’

Deaf, this person can't hear, but can't make him feel deaf, ‘No, I go fishing! ’

The people over there are also deaf, and the idea, ‘Hi, I thought you went fishing! ’

This is a good line! In fact, without my explanation, just put three sentences on this, what activities inside the person, how to think, this subtle connection naturally comes out.

This is what I want. "

(Ah, I'm already hot !!!!)