Since 1983

New Years passed in a blink of an eye.

Beijing began to implement the temporary residence permit system on January 1. This is the second city after Shencheng launched the temporary residence permit in 1984.

"Anyone who comes to Beijing for temporary residence from outside the administrative area of ​​this city shall report to the local police station for temporary residence registration. Among them, those who are over 16 years old (including 16 years old) and whose temporary residence period exceeds three months must apply Receive the "Temporary Residence Permit."

It's not very easy to handle. Fortunately, the unit was transferred, and the center helped to deal with it.

It was already 1986, and Xu Fei lamented how time flies, how fast it has passed, only more than seventy chapters and three years!

"Slow down, slow down!"

"Leave this room first, and I'll clean it up myself when it's over."

"Hey, put it down, I'll take the bottle myself!"

No. 25, Baihuashen, was very lively, and the neighbors in the neighborhood all poked their heads to look. There were several tricycles crowded at the door, and half-sized people came in and out, carrying tables, chairs, benches, and big boxes one by one, with light hands not daring to be rough.

Teacher Xu moved today and didn't find a laborer, so Chen Xiaoqiao asked five or six friends, and asked him to identify the door by the way.

The boys muttered as they moved, "Who is this person? I heard that Yard bought it by himself, and it cost tens of thousands."

"I don't know, Brother Qiao calls him the boss, he's a mess?"

"It seems to me that the boy with a fair face may rely on a woman to get the upper hand, which is far worse than Xu Wenqiang."

"Don't talk nonsense, this is my brother, do you understand the TV series?"

Chen Xiaoqiao jumped out and beat them one by one, telling the brothers to hurry up and work.

After being busy for a long time, Xu Fei also came over and took out 50 yuan, "Take your friend to eat, and share the rest, don't be greedy."

"Don't worry, my eyelids are still so shallow?"

Chen Xiaoqiao took the fifty yuan and shook it, and the friends were very excited to see it.

He became even more special, he had seen big money, among other things, he earned hundreds of dollars just selling socks, and he was very respectable among his brothers.

After they left, Xu Fei closed the door, rolled up his arms and sleeves, and started mopping again.

First of all, the south house can't be used as a living room or warehouse because it doesn't see sunlight. The east and west rooms are similar, the bed has not been changed, no furniture has been cleaned up, and it is vacant for the time being.

There is another room in the east wing, which is close to the kitchen and just serves as a dining room.

There are three main rooms, facing south, which is the most comfortable. There are bedrooms on both sides, and a set of mahogany tables and chairs in the central hall, one table and two stools, wooden sofas on both sides, and calligraphy and paintings on the walls.

The east room is a sleeper, bought a big bed, and the west room is used as a study, and all those antiques are in it. Basically no big moves, just added a TV, refrigerator, and pots and pans.

He cleaned up for a long time by himself, and finally swept around the ground, exhausted to death.

It was dark, I went out to a restaurant, and came back wobbly. Xu Fei opened the gate of the courtyard, his feet stuck outside, not daring to enter.

It was pitch black inside, surrounded by empty houses, deep and silent, two bare pomegranate trees swayed and swayed when the north wind blew.

"There needs to be a light bulb in the yard..."

He deliberated for a long time before stepping in, quickly turned on the light, and looked outside through the glass window. The more he looked, the more horrified he was, and he quickly closed the curtain.

Because people live all year round, the house is very popular, the walls are baked, and it is not very cold when the stove is lit.

But Xu Fei was nestled on the bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt, and heard someone crying outside, and saw ghosts shaking the window for a while, and finally fell asleep in the middle of the night.

When I woke up and opened my eyes, it was six thirty.

Then I stared in a daze for a while, and ended up dreaming again. When I opened my eyes again at 6:40, I was even more sleepy. I simply got up, but my back was sore and my eyelids were swollen.

It has been said since ancient times that a person cannot live in a house that is too large.

Because everything has gas, if you live in an open place, the magnetic field of the human body will exchange with the magnetic field of the house, and it will take a long time to reach a balanced and stable state, which will cause excessive energy loss in the human body.

In particular, Teacher Xu is still in bed, and it takes at least ten and a half months to get used to it.

"Damn it, living in a courtyard by yourself is a fool's errand!"

………………

There is only the third ring road in the capital, the second ring road belongs to the urban area, and it is very suburban after the second ring road.

The east, south and north sections of the Third Ring Road were completed and opened to traffic as early as 1958, the southwest section was opened to traffic at the end of 1981, and the northwest section is currently under construction.

At 7:40 in the morning, Xu Fei came out of Baihua Hutong and rode his bicycle to Haidian, which is the area under construction, West Third Ring North Road. There is a courtyard here, and there is a tower-like building with a steeple, which is the Beijing TV Station.

When the station was first built, it was located in Xinjiekou Wai Street, a small three-story building in the courtyard of the Adult Education Bureau. It was later moved here, and then moved to Chaoyang District.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Where is the art center, I'm here to report."

"Go to the first floor and turn left."

Xu Fei entered the building and found several rooms at the end of the corridor, which should be specially designated by the TV station. One marked the office, one marked the filming department, one was the editing department, and one was the technical department.

Gone? Gone……

"It's rough!"

Seeing that the office door was open, he stood at the door and knocked. A buddy inside was sweeping the floor, got up and looked, "You are?"

"My name is Xu Fei."

"Yo, new colleague!"

This man is tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, protruding cheeks, and obvious nasolabial folds. He came over to shake hands very enthusiastically: "Hello, hello, I heard that you were coming, and I thought I wouldn't see you before the Spring Festival. Oh, my name is Zhao Baogang. , is the theater manager here."

"Brother Zhao!"

Xu Fei greeted and asked, "Why didn't everyone come?"

"They usually arrive in a hurry, and I will clean up first."

"That's a coincidence, what else is there to do, I will help."

"Don't mind, your new colleague, where are you talking..."

After talking for a while, Xu Feicai went to the water room with four thermoses to fetch water. When he came back, he saw one more person, who was putting them there to wipe the table.

Thin, with short parted hair, dark eyeballs, but not bright, teeth may be a bit protruding, so that the lips protrude, and the overall line is impressive.

Hi, Feng Pants, hello!

"Come on, let me introduce. This is our new colleague Xu Fei, and this is our artist Feng Xiaogang."

"Oh, long-awaited, long-awaited."

Feng Pants also shook hands, his teeth were rotten, his mouth was sticky as if he had something in his mouth, "I will be a revolutionary comrade in arms from now on, I heard that you are also an artist?"

"Um."

"That's a coincidence, we will learn from each other in the future."

After a simple exchange of greetings, the two started working again. Xu Fei didn't want to be idle after seeing it, so he went to get today's newspaper and put it neatly on the desk.

Around 8:30, people came one after another.

Apart from the office, the artist belongs to the technical department, and there are four desks in total. There are seniority rankings everywhere, but compared with CCTV, the structure here is very simple.

When CCTV changed its name, all its resources were taken away. Beijing TV Station started from scratch, and its talents were transferred from film studios or fresh graduates.

When the art center was separated, the staff was even younger, all in their thirties, and they couldn't handle it even if they thought about it.

Xu Fei shared a table with Feng Trousers, Zhao Baogang was the worst, running from room to room, not even a desk.

Teacher Xu was holding a porcelain cup, drinking water and reading the newspaper, when suddenly two people came in from outside the door, one was Lu Xiaowei, and said, "Come on, let's have an early meeting."

Everyone responded and walked away sparsely, Xu Fei was stopped, seeing Lu Xiaowei said: "This is the Xiao Xu I told you about, this is the deputy director Zheng Xiaolong, who is in charge of production, and you will connect with him in the future. "

"Good morning, director!"

"Well, everyone says you are a genius, show off more in the future."

Zheng Xiaolong nodded, neither enthusiastic nor indifferent, like a very common unit leader.