"The flowers of happiness bloom in our hearts, the songs of love float in the wind, and our hearts fly to the distance, longing for the beautiful revolutionary ideal..."

In the early morning, the hard-working sister Xue has already started her busy day.

Smoke was rising from the small kitchen in the backyard. She was wearing an apron and humming happily. She wore no makeup and her hair was tied back casually. She had the beauty of a good wife who had everything at home.

She shredded the pickles, stir-fried a few slices of meat and stewed it a little more, then opened the lid of another pot and cooked noodles inside.

Cooking noodles requires experience. People who don't know how to cook always put in more or less. The key point is: when you feel that there is less noodles and you want to make up for it, just hold back.

It's definitely just right.

When it was almost cooked, she put a handful of cabbage leaves on top. There were no green leafy vegetables in the capital in the winter. Then she took it out and poured the meat slices with braised soup on top. Wow! The aroma is fragrant!

She carried it on a tray and came to the master bedroom. Seeing Chen Qi still lying in bed, she couldn't help but purse her lips in amusement.

Last night, he was like a little calf, working hard on himself, and didn't go to bed until midnight. Both of them couldn't stand it anymore - they couldn't do it anymore, otherwise they would be bald...

"Archie? Archie?"

"Ugh!"

Chen Qi lazily opened his eyes and said confusedly: "What time is it?"

"It's half past five!"

"Why are you up so early? Let's sleep a little longer."

"I have to go filming, please get up and eat quickly..."

Gong Xue filled another basin of hot water, and Chen Qi had no choice but to get up, wash it, and pick out a chopstick of noodles: "Well, it tastes good, the salty aroma is just right!"

"I make it according to your taste. If I eat it myself, I need to add sugar and soy sauce."

"I can't believe I've given up thinking about the differences in our diets."

"Anyway, when we eat together, I will cook it for you. I can also eat northern food... Oh, by the way!"

Gong Xue put down her chopsticks and suddenly took out a large, thick envelope from her bag and said, "This is the five thousand yuan you gave me when you left. I didn't use it, so I'll give it back to you."

"Just keep it for you. How can I get back the money I gave away?"

"How's that? Why do I want you five thousand yuan for nothing?"

Gong Xue forced it on him, but he didn't want it, so he simply said: "Otherwise, you can save this money and put the passbook here. Leave it there when you don't need it. You can take it out when you need it."

"Oh well!"

After quickly finishing breakfast, she pushed the car to the corner gate and said: "I was delayed yesterday. I may have heavy shooting tasks today, so I will come back later."

"It's too late so there's no need. You're so tired from going back and forth."

"No! I'm coming. I'm leaving next week. I want to stay with you for a while."

"Then I'll pick you up."

"Um!"

Gong Xue smiled brightly, opened the door and left.

Chen Qi stood for a while, suddenly shivered, rubbed his arms, which were only wearing autumn clothes, and hurriedly ran back to the house and continued to lie down.

It's November now, and it's still quite cold in the morning and evening. You can do it without turning on the stove and covering yourself with quilts. When December comes, you have to turn on the stove. Generally speaking, the winter in Beijing is not too cold in the north. It's only cold in the Northeast and Inner Mongolia.

.

Especially in the Northeast in this era.

…

At nine o'clock in the morning, the grandson officially got up.

In the 1980s, regardless of whether he had a job or not, anyone who dared to get up at 9 o'clock would be drowned in saliva. But who made him the boss? As soon as the gate of No. 6 Courtyard closed, he had the final say.

"My boss is up!"

Dai Hanhan ran past him, but he grabbed him and lectured: "What boss? Do you want me to be reported? From now on, I'll call you Teacher Chen!"

"Oh, Teacher Chen!"

"Where's Ji Chunhua, why didn't you see it?"

"He said he went to the martial arts team to play with Li Lianjie."

"Where's Teacher Li?"

"In the house."

Chen Qi waved his hand and dismissed Dai Hanhan. He came to the dormitory door and knocked: "Is it convenient to come in?"

"Kuoyi!"

A voice in Wuhan dialect came from inside.

He pushed open the door and entered, and was startled. The room was full of papers and books, in disarray. It didn't look like a girl's room at all. Li Jianqun was lying on the table without raising his head, not knowing what he was drawing.

He closed the door and immediately opened it, leaving it half open.

This is not Hong Kong. At her age and my age, there are people who can talk but not listen. They can crush people to death under their tongues. Even jumping into the Yellow River can’t clean them up. I have to take care of this!!

"..."

He didn't disturb anyone. After waiting for a long time, Li Jianqun raised his head and asked, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"We will be filming "Tai Chi 3" next year, and you will still be responsible for the costumes. It is basically the same as the second film, but there are more foreigners.

One more thing, there will be a serious movie next year. You should check the information about the Japanese concentration camps in the country during the Anti-Japanese War, and see what those people actually dressed, so you can have an idea first."

"You want to make an anti-Japanese film?" Li Jianqun was very interested.

"Not really, it's not an anti-Japanese film in the traditional sense. It reflects the inhumanity of the little Japanese from another angle."

After Chen Qi finished speaking, he couldn't help but look at the room again and said, "Teacher Li, can I make a suggestion? Your room is too full. I'm a little nervous. I'm afraid I'll step on your drawings. Then I'll be very upset."

Guilty."

"Of all the people who have made this suggestion to me, you are the most tactful one." Li Jianqun said with a smile.

"Well, I'm just saying, okay, I'm leaving."

He went out and closed the door behind him. Suddenly, a voice came from behind: "I will clean it up when I have time, but I often don't have time!"

…

In the past few days, Chen Qi has been writing reports, going to the Ministry of Culture to make oral reports to the leaders, and paying attention to the progress of the magazine.

I don’t know how Xiao Mo and Xiao Geng reported it. Anyway, the leader’s attitude toward him was still friendly, and he also conveyed Gong Liao’s condolences, asking him not to be too stressed, and so on...

Just listen to this. Sometimes the leader may have good intentions, but the actual situation does not allow it.

He knew that if there were no results next year, the China Film Group, which had been humiliated before, and the people he had offended would all attack him, and it would be an easy task if they didn't kill him.

"ah--"

At night, in the master bedroom, Gong Xue knelt on the bed, her slightly curly hair seemed to be fluttering in the wind with the rhythm of the collision of her body, and then fell down with a long moan.

She could no longer hold on and slumped down, with a thin layer of sweat on her thin back, exuding a charming attraction in the candlelight.

There was another power outage today, and most of the candles were burned out.

Chen Qi took a deep breath and wiped her with a handkerchief as there was no paper. He got out of bed again, picked up a thermos and poured a basin of water. The water was just right.

"Come and wash up."

"Well...I can't move..."

"Then I'll wash it for you."

"don't want!"

Gong Xue got up immediately, the two of them scrubbed themselves, put on their underwear and lay down on the bed with their upper bodies bare, and covered themselves with quilts. The redness had not faded yet, their flesh was touching their flesh, and they didn't feel cold at all.

"This can't happen anymore!"

She suddenly said: "Don't do this too often, it will hurt your body."

"Who did you listen to?"

"I secretly read the book myself."

"You hurt me, but you seduced me, took off your clothes in front of me, and twisted..."

"Who twisted and twisted?!"

Gong Xue was embarrassed, arched her arms in his arms, and sighed: "I'm leaving, and we can't see each other for another month... What do you think you're doing when you come back? I'm happy every day, even in the filming state.

No more, I was criticized by Director Wang every day."

"This needs to be taken seriously. Let me give you an idea."

Chen Qidao: "You can find some information on how the Japanese set up concentration camps in China during the Anti-Japanese War, carried out massacres, and tortured the Chinese people, and take them to Guangdong. You can read them when you have nothing to do. You will definitely feel relieved."

"Are you really lying?"

"Really, if I give you a play next year, you should act like you are familiar with the information."

"..."

Gong Xue looked at him strangely, but nodded trustingly. Chen Qi kissed her lips, held her in his arms again, rubbed her smooth and tender back, and glanced at the candle that was about to burn out.

"Go to sleep!"
Chapter completed!