"My love and my sweet dreams will always stay in your arms..."

In the small courtyard at No. 51 Anhe Street, the same singing sounded in the main room of Lao Jiang's family.

Although there are already two black and white TV sets at home, the Jiang family still likes to watch TV together.

"Second sister-in-law," Jiang Chuan said, listening to "Nostalgia" on TV, "if you can sing, you will be good."

Lu Xiaoyi was in a corner of the three-person sofa and smiled slightly: "Someday you practice your lines with me, and I will sing to you."

"Okay," Jiang Chuan loves doing this job most: "I can practice with you now."

"Forget it for today," Lu Xiao held his chin lazily: "Let's wait a few days."

Jiang Chuan looked at his second sister-in-law with a smile. He planned to say a few more words, but found that the other sister had been staring at the TV, so he also turned his attention to "The Legend of Three Gorges" again.

In the late 1970s, documentaries became the dominant program on various television stations.

Jiangshan thinks it is very good. It is also a good arrangement to let the people who stay at home preview the great rivers and mountains of the motherland through TV.

Just like now, when the scenery of the Three Gorges is shown in front of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, they immediately feel that the TV set worth more than 400 yuan is worth buying.

"Your figure, your singing..."

Jiang Shan was lying on his nephew's bed and hummed along with Li Guyi unknowingly.

"Uncle Third," Jiang Xiaoyu, who was sitting at the small desk, immediately blinked: "You can also sing?"

"How fresh," Jiang Shan said with a smile, leaning on his arm, "Who doesn't know how to sing?"

"I'm not very good at singing," Jiang Xiaoyu opened the Chinese language book: "But I'm good at reading."

"She looks like your sister-in-law in this way," Jiang Shan said with a kind smile, "Here, let me read two passages to your third uncle."

"The capital, Tiananmen Square, the five-star red flag, is loved by people all over the country..."

"I'm a good reader, no worse than your second aunt," Jiang Shan leaned on the bedside quilt and said, "Show the book to my third uncle."

"Really?"

Being praised by his third uncle, Jiang Xiaoyu held his head happily and said with a smile: "I have read this lesson many times, but I am afraid that just like before, Xiaobai will memorize it before I can read it through."

"Huh?" Jiang Shan's eyes left the Chinese language book for an instant: "Little Baozi still has this ability?"

"Yeah~" Jiang Xiaoyu nodded vigorously: "Xiaobai is so smart. Every time he sits next to me and watches me read, he has already memorized everything before I remember it all..."

The more Jiang Xiaoyu spoke, the more mysterious she became. Jiang Shan looked at her and Yourong Yan's proud expressions and unknowingly started laughing along with them.

Xiaoyu and Xiaobai, the young brothers, used to not talk at home and even less when they went out.

Up to now, I still don't talk much when I go out, but when I'm at home... I don't mean to stop for a while anyway.

"Uncle Third," Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly lowered his head: "Do you think I am stupid?"

"You are so smart," Jiang Shan reached out and rubbed his little niece's head: "Chinese, mathematics, physical education, music, how much you learn every day, no one can compare with you."

"There is also labor class," Jiang Xiaoyu smiled again: "I also have to watch Xiaobai practice calligraphy!"

"It's awesome," Jiang Shan praised, then turned around and had an idea: "Our little Yu'er hasn't been to Tiananmen yet, right? Wait a while and the third uncle will take you to have a look."

"Really?" Jiang Xiaoyu was obviously shocked, and the next second he shouted to the outer room: "Come on, Xiaobai, Third Uncle is taking us to Tiananmen Square."

When she shouted like this, everyone watching TV in the main room stopped.

Tiananmen? They haven’t been there either!

Seeing Jiang Xiaobai running back to the back room happily, Jiang's mother waved her hands and said with a smile: "His third uncle must be coaxing the child to play!"

"That's right," Father Jiang also said with a smile: "The third child doesn't have that spare time."

At this moment, Jiang He did not express any opinions as before.

However, he knew in his heart that whatever the third child said to the child would always count.

Autumn is deep and the dew is heavy. Everyone has gone back to their small courtyards, and it is getting quieter and quieter.

In a lighted window, Li Ruocheng was looking at Jiangshan's window from time to time.

In the room, Jiang Shan was holding a glass of water and looking in the direction of the desk with a sincere face.

"Although you and I met by chance, since you chose to come to my home, it proves that we are still destined,"

Jiang Shan seemed a little nervous, picked up the water glass and took a sip:

"For such a long time, you have eaten and drank from me. Even if I don't eat it myself, I have never missed your share, right?"

Seeing that the other party was still looking at him with a confused expression, Jiang Shan continued:

"Look at how you look now. Your face is getting rounder and rounder, but you still ignore me. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

The other person seemed a little angry and rolled his eyes at him before getting up.

Jiang Shan quickly stopped him and said, "Don't leave yet, I still have something to say!"

After seeing the other party sitting down again, Jiang Shan also felt a little embarrassed: "I'm in trouble now, should you lend a hand and help me?"

The other party blinked his big round eyes, but remained silent.

"Just once, just once," Jiang Shan raised a finger and said, "Don't worry, I have experience and I promise I won't hurt you, but you have to cooperate with me."

"What's your expression? You can't even do what I ask you to do?" Jiang Shan pointed out the window and said, "Do you still expect my second brother to take care of you? How can he see you now?"

Meow, meow~

The civet cat squatting on the windowsill meowed several times at the scenery in the room.

"I'll take it as your promise," Jiang Shan picked up a plate of braised fish head and walked over with a smile: "Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I will keep your favorite spicy food from now on."

After getting along with him for so long, he found that the prince was never picky.

No matter it's sweet, salty or spicy, as long as it's a little meaty, it can be eaten deliciously.

Sure enough, after a while, the prince filled the plate again.

A small crown made of copper wire fell from the sky.

The cat raised its round eyes and watched Jiang Shan put a gadget on it.

This thing is Jiang He's handicraft. The second brother, who was worried about it slipping, even tied an elastic band to the little crown.

"really not bad,"

Jiang Shan looked left and right: "Don't tell me, only you can hold up this hat. If it were an ordinary cat, it would never have your temperament."

Meow, meow~

Seeing that the old cat was getting impatient, Jiang Shan quickly raised his camera.

"Look here."

After a few swipes, I caught almost all the expressions of the civet cat.

After a lot of effort, the cat actually had no intention of leaving.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Shan simply took out his drawing book again.

That night, one person and one cat were facing each other like this.

When the morning light of the next day shines into the hut through the glass.

It happened to fall on a civet cat on the desk.

Under it is the first sketch of the cat's life.

The cat on the sketch paper has a furry head with a crown, and a round body with a velvety texture.

Not to mention how cute it is!

…

As usual, Qiu Yuefeng was the first employee to enter the office.

For so many years, he has always taken care of the sanitation work in the office before his colleagues even come in.

In Qiu Yuefeng's view, he is always the one who brings trouble to others.

Due to his own reasons, his wife, who was originally in the drama troupe, was removed from the official staff.

Director Hu also worked hard for him for a while.

What makes Qiu Yuefeng blame himself the most is that he caused his only daughter to go to the countryside to join the team.

While most young people are returning to their hometowns, my daughter has never received a notice to return home.

This was also the main reason why he chose to commit suicide four months later.

Outside the gate, Hu Xiao, who was holding a black briefcase, glanced inside: "Are you the only one here?"

Qiu Yuefeng, who had a European face, pulled off two navy blue protective sleeves: "It should be soon, they are not late."

Hu Xiao laughed and said, "You're not the one who arrived early."

"The temperature has dropped recently," Qiu Yuefeng said in the voice of Mr. Bayi, which didn't sound like a good person. "I guess I want to lie in bed for a while."

"Why don't you stay for a while?"

"I'm sorry," Qiu Yuefeng said with a smile, "It's a pity you didn't see it."

"Haha," Hu Xiao also laughed: "How are you doing with the script for "Latent"?"

"It's all divided," Qiu Yuefeng pointed to the table: "I'll give it to them in a moment. Do you want to take a look again?"

"No need," Hu Xiao turned around and walked out: "I'm most at ease with the matter left to you."

In fact, according to Hu Xiao's wishes, it is most appropriate to arrange Qiu Yuefeng into the group of "Zi Sansi Lang".

I heard that Pujiang TV station actually offered the translator and director of this drama a high salary of 30 yuan per episode.

How could Hu Xiao not know what Gu Zhengzheng was planning?

Isn't this a clear plan to poach people?
To be continued...