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"Hutong People" was brought up by young and middle-aged groups when most elderly audiences resisted.

In particular, intellectuals such as college students, academics, and media people simply loved this drama and considered it to be a pioneering work. The so-called dialogue set was created by them, and they copied and circulated each other, and imitated the lines in it as fashionable.

Beijing, a family home of a unit.

The old leader paced in the spacious room. After a while, the door knocked, and a large group of people came in, but the children and grandchildren came to visit.

This is a big family, with prosperous people and good units.

There are four grandchildren, three men and one woman. The granddaughter just went to college and is most favored. He chatted non-stop in the room.

"Have you borrowed it? Copy it for me."

"I got it, why should I give it to you when I have finished copying it."

"Who is different first and who is later?"

"How can that be the same, wait!"

The old leader was very pleased to see several grandchildren talking, curious: "What do you say?"

"It's a TV ... ah!"

The granddaughter kicked under the table and smiled, "Nothing, just the lyrics list of Hong Kong and Taiwan songs."

"Not low, sneaky at a glance, show me."

"Grandpa, it's nothing."

"Hurry up and take it out!"

The authority of the ancestors was deep-rooted, and the granddaughter had to turn out a booklet. The old leader glanced at the handwritten notebook, which was full of long and short sentences and marked with several episodes.

"Money is not everything, no money is impossible."

"The ancients said that one inch is long and one inch is strong, one inch is small and one inch is clever. I am sometimes strong, sometimes clever."

"Why are you so poor? Who made me a poor middle peasant."

brush!

The old leader's face sank, and he said, "What a mess! What do you do in school all day, and engage in these scumbags!"

"..."

No one dared to speak at a table.

"You said, what is this, where did it come from?"

"A TV drama line, I borrowed it from my classmates."

"What TV series?"

"" Hutong People "."

He asked for the source, and after five o'clock, he turned on the TV.

The next second, Ge You was in shape, and that face appeared on the screen.

"My biggest dream in my life is to find a rich woman who is terminally ill, and to go through this life indifferently."

"Yo, you don't want your little Wei?"

"Once the sea was difficult to make water, it is better to hang the southeast branch and don't want to."

"..."

The old leader looked at the man, and after hearing a few words, he didn't want to see it again. He looked at the half-set with a sullen face, and slammed the coffee table.

"Fuck! Fool!"

"Such vulgar and boring, literary and artistic works with incorrect routes are actually broadcast on TV! What impact will it have on the next generation? It will disturb the social atmosphere!"

The children quickly persuaded, "Dad, you have just been discharged from the hospital, don't be angry."

"The anger is also caused by these people, I might as well be hospitalized!"

The more he became uncomfortable, he simply picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hello? It's me, there is a TV series called" Hutong People ", do you know?"

"Yes, I want to ask, who approved?"

"Zhang Yongjing? He is also an old comrade. How can he make such a mistake when he retires?"

"I see, if you do research as soon as possible, it is best not to broadcast it. Uh huh, okay."

The phone hung up.

The granddaughter was dumbfounded and anxious. "How can you do this? What happened to a TV series?"

"What's wrong? This is called poison. It poisons the people and the next generation!"

"Who has poisoned us? We haven't seen anyone make mistakes in our school. You are old and stubborn!"

The granddaughter began to cry, and her fathers persuaded, but the old leader was not angry this time, saying: "You usually educate and educate her, what is it like? Eat!"

The family dinner took place in a very strange atmosphere.

After a while, the phone rang.

The old leader answered in the past, "Hey? Why, is it difficult?"

"Ouch, how can I tell you ..."

The other side was embarrassed and helpless. "Isn't there a film and art exchange week with Hong Kong now? This drama is one of the activities, and we have to hold a seminar. If we don't let it broadcast, how can we talk about it? Look, I thought we drove the history back! "

"Ah? This ..."

The old man opened his mouth, completely unexpected, and was speechless for a while.

…………

This is an extremely sensitive era. Xu Fei didn't know that his own act of rubbing the heat had actually blocked an indiscriminate disaster.

On April 5, the film and television cultural exchange week opened.

Actually, I do n’t pay much attention to it in Hong Kong. I do n’t understand Putonghua at all. But Chudgen knew the current affairs better, so it was difficult to refuse, so he had to come and walk around.

The specifications are very high, Li Mu barely qualified to attend, Xu Fei did not participate at all.

Today on the 9th, this morning was a forum for "The Last Emperor" and "Hutong People". He still didn't go, but according to Li Mu, the scene was very embarrassing.

A group of old artists blew through the "Emperor of the Last Emperor" and then cleared the door ...

Xu Fei was too lazy to hold this kind of meeting, just not to participate. His main activity today is in the afternoon, with a Kung Fu film exchange meeting attended by Xu Xiaoming and Yuan Jiaban.

In the afternoon, the International Exhibition Center.

This place was originally called the CCPIT Exhibition Department, the Trade Promotion Committee, and it had been there in 1984.

I thought that at the beginning, Daiyu made a loss and asked Baoyu to fake the name of the director and wrote a letter to Xiangyun.

Li Mu and others went advanced, and Xu Fei wandered outside.

It didn't take long for Kou Zhanwen to appear with a thick eyebrow. He looked very strong, very powerful, and actually had a height of 174. This is a pity for those who practice martial arts.

"Teacher Xu!"

"Eh, long time no see!"

"Excuse me, I just came from the hospital and was late."

"Hospital? What happened?"

"Just my little brother Wu Jing, who is paralyzed in the lower limbs, is in hospital."

What?

Xu Fei didn't really know this, "I saw it last year and it's okay, why was it paralyzed?"

"He was injured when he trained before, and he didn't recuperate afterwards, so he could take some roots. He fell again a while ago, and it became serious all at once.

"What about now?"

"Can't move."

Kou Zhanwen shook his head. "It's **** looking after him. He lay on the bed and couldn't even turn over."

Gee!

Xu Feiding is not a taste, thinking about finding time to see.

He led the other party into the exhibition center to a large lecture hall. There is a table above, carpeted, and a seat underneath, full of boarding.

One part is the staff of CCTV and Beijing and Taiwan, the relevant media personnel, the reporters who follow from Hong Kong, and the other part is the audience. This is the only event that allows the audience to participate.

Kou Zhanwen sat in the front row, met Li Mu, looked around, and was novel about the layout that is common to later generations.

He hasn't joined the center yet, so he came here today to see what exactly is Wuzhi.

The crowd sat for a while, the host first came on stage, and five or six people appeared.

There are two people who stand out the most, a chubby little handsome, quite aura, it is Xu Xiaoming. A thin bone, with prominent facial features and a very strange temperament.

It seems that if you are walking on the street, you will be caught by this person, and you will find a broken book, saying that your bones are singular and want to sell you a copy of "Rulai God Palm".

Yuan Xiangren.

(Over the past two days, I have written too much, slowing my waist.)