Chapter 51 Literary Congress


    There are two ways to quickly bring people closer together.


    One is to do something together, no matter good or bad; the other is to have a heart-to-heart relationship.


    Gong Xue was like this at the moment, and when she calmed down, she knew that Chen Qi''s words were not malicious, but just to seduce... uh, seduce... that, guide! Guiding myself.


    But she was still very shy, so she walked to the fork in the road silently. Chen Qi suddenly said: "You go back first, I will go back later."


    "Um!"


    She nodded and took the first step obediently.


    "Tsk, tsk, as expected I feel pity for you."


    Chen Qi looked at her back and thought about how the pear blossoms looked like raining just now. Such pure and natural beauty in the south of the Yangtze River would be difficult to find in future generations.


    In fact, when Gong Xue was filming "Under the Bridge", her acting skills were already very good and her handling was very delicate. It really wasn''t possible in the early days. She only had one face, and it was a pity that she didn''t do more movies when she was still young.


    Today she took the initiative to ask about her shortcomings, which really made Chen Qigao see that she is a very good girl.


    "Mandarin ducks and butterflies fly together. The spring scenery in the garden is intoxicating. I quietly ask the holy monk if my daughter is beautiful..."


    He deliberately stayed for a while before walking back, humming indiscriminately, and then suddenly thought: "If there is an opportunity, I can find Zhu Lin and let her and Gong Xue share the same scene in a play, with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums hugging each other." , ah, each has his or her own merits... In the future, those idiot netizens will not be able to burn incense and build a temple for me to save money for meritorious deeds?”


    …


    "Xiao Gong, have you just come back?"


    "Well, let''s go for a walk. You can rest early."


    Over there, Gong Xue returned to the hotel, trotted into her room, closed the door, and leaned against the door motionless, as if her head was empty, and she was inexplicably dazed for a while.


    She felt that she was too bold today and actually said so many things, which she had not even told her parents because she was afraid that they would worry.


    "Xiao Gong?"


    There was a knock on the door behind her, and she turned to open the door and said with a smile, "Jin Ling, have you finished your meal?"


    "I''ve already eaten twice. Why were you out for so long?"


    "I thought the sunset was beautiful, so I just watched it for a while..."


    "Will there be sunset today?"


    Zhang Jinling scratched her head, took a piece of clothing, and said, "I don''t know when it got torn, and I have to go to the trouble of repairing it. Although I can do needlework, compared with you, I''m like a girl setting fire to a fire."


    "Don''t say that, you''re embarrassed."


    Gong Xue took the shirt, found her sewing kit, and started sewing quickly without any hint of impatience or reluctance.


    In the 1960s, each person could only buy three feet of cloth per year, which later increased to six feet, and gradually increased with the development of the textile industry. This depends on the specific situation in each place. In most places now, each person has one foot and six feet of cloth, and an additional one foot and six feet is subsidized when they get married.


    Poor families with many children have the most difficulty. They buy some cloth to make clothes for their children. The adults can only wear spun cloth - that is, beat up all kinds of worn-out cloth and spin it again. It is very rough and even tingles when worn on the body.


    So these days when a piece of clothing is torn, it is repaired instead of thrown away.


    Gong Xue was sitting on the bed mending her clothes, and Zhang Jinling was not idle either. She sent out emotional value to her: "Look at you, you are good-looking, good-tempered, and clever. How did you get born? I am so envious of you. "


    "You are exaggerating too."


    "Seriously, if anyone marries you, it will be a blessing that has been saved for eight lifetimes."


    "If you keep telling me I won''t help you make up for it!"


    "Okay, okay, don''t say anything..."


    Zhang Jinling is one of the three golden flowers of Beijing Film Studio. Her representative works are "Reconnaissance Crossing the River", "The River Runs" and "Xu Mao and His Daughters". She got married and had children in the mid-1980s. She retired very early. Later she went to tinker with calligraphy and painting and became a disciple of Qi Baishi. One of his disciples is his teacher.


    "The craftsmanship is good. He is a hundred times better than me. I will look for you when I return to the capital."


    The clothes were repaired quickly. She joked and said, "Hey, did you listen to Director Wang? We will go back in ten days."


    "I haven''t heard of it, what?"


    "There will be a literary conference at the end of the month. Director Wang and I are going to attend."


    "You want to attend the Literary Congress? That''s great."


    Gong Xue''s eyes sparkled, and she felt envious. Zhang Jinling smiled and said, "Don''t worry, you will be a part of it when "Lushan Love" is released." "That''s not necessarily the case!"


    "Why not? With this film''s level, it will definitely be successful."


    Zhang Jinling left, and her words made Gong Xue worry about gain and loss. Of course she hoped that "Lushan Love" would be a success, but she also wanted to go back in ten days, and suddenly she felt a little reluctant to leave.


    …


    "Xiao Chen!"


    "This way, this way!"


    When Chen Qi came back, he was called to the restaurant on the first floor. The party was over, and a group of people were sitting around, pulling out the remaining melon seeds, potatoes and so on. We have a day off tomorrow too, everyone is very relaxed.


    "The song you just sang was not very good!"


    "It''s not easy to make you cry like a ghost or a wolf howling with "The Toast Song"!"


    "I''m in normal condition today. I''ll sing to you another time. What are you talking about?"


    Chen Qi crossed his legs and sat in. Wang Haowei grabbed a handful of melon seeds for him and said with a smile: "I just want to inform you that the crew has officially decided to return to Beijing in ten days. Several comrades, including me, will participate in the film at the end of the month. There will be about half a month’s rest during the Literary Congress.”


    "Then we will continue filming in mid-November?"


    "Well, it can be completed in December, exactly half a year."


    "You said it so suddenly, I''m quite reluctant to let it go."


    "Everyone is reluctant to leave. If we have the opportunity to come back in the future, maybe we can come again when "Romance in Lushan" is released."


    Chen Qi sipped melon seeds, nodded, and asked casually: "Is there a lot of people at this literary conference?"


    "Anyway, the news I received is that there are about more than 3,000 people, including those who are engaged in art, writing, music, dancing, and those who make movies..."


    Wang Haowei counted him on his fingers, and showed his longing, saying: "This is the first literary meeting after the change of the wind direction. Mao Dun, Ba Jin, Xia Yan, Ye Shengtao, Bing Xin, Zang Kejia, Bai Yang, Zhang Ruifang, Sun Daolin, Qin Yi , Chen Qiang, Xia Meng... If you want to go, one of them will come!"


    "Then you have to ask for my autograph... huh?"


    Chen Qi was suddenly stunned and asked: "Who did you just talk about? Xia Meng?"


    "Yes, Comrades Fu Qi and Shi Hui are coming too! Our crew''s beautiful clothes are thanks to help."


    Wang Haowei addressed Xia Meng directly, but added the suffix "comrade" to the other two.


    "Hey, can I meet you then?"


    "You definitely won''t be able to get into the conference, but they should come to Beijing Film Studio as guests, so you can see them."


    "If I can''t see you, it''s your fault!"


    Chen Qi laughed loudly, but his mind had already turned many corners.


    The Literary Congress, that is, the Congress of Chinese Literary and Art Workers, was held for the first time in 1949, the second in 1953, and the third in 1960. This time it was the fourth, and it was held on October 30.


    Every national leader will attend in person and take it very, very seriously.


    …


    It is said that there is a National Day party in Lushan, and the Great Hall in Beijing is also doing it.


    On New Year''s Eve in 1979, ballroom dancing, which had disappeared for many years, suddenly appeared at a government party. This was a sign that dancing might be lifted. But the people don''t dare to publicize it, and they are doing it secretly.


    On National Day, the officials held another one, and their attitude became more and more obvious.


    Among the participants was a special guy named Wang Shuo.


    Wang Shuo worked as a health worker in the North Sea Fleet in Qingdao. He got a ticket to go home to visit relatives, and then his outlook on life was refreshed.


    Because what he saw were countless young men and women in fashionable clothes dancing the waltz, and "The Blue Danube" and "Vienna Woods" resounded in the hall, all of which made him very unaccustomed.


    In this era of confusion between conservatism and openness, confusion and swing, as Wang Shuo wrote:


    "I feel that the world has changed. Both me and the military uniform that was once popular and made me proud have become obsolete. The people who are dancing have already put on high heels, bell-bottom pants, nylon shirts, permed their hair, and wore wristbands. electronic watch, and someone was speaking English.


    After returning to the army, I no longer wrote the party application form, nor did I rush to clean toilets or wash clothes for my comrades to show how hard I worked to learn from Lei Feng. I told our leader that I had a way to buy a color TV set made in Japan, and with the 3,000 yuan I earned from raising kelp in the army, I went to Guangdong to buy color TV sets..."


    (End of chapter)