Mixed in 1980

Chapter 61 Little Love Rival
"crunch..."

"boom!"

The door was closed gently, and Xu Jinqiu's heart skipped a beat for unknown reason.

Feeling Chen Fan's gaze, her pretty face suddenly blushed: "Comrade Chen Fan, it's lunchtime now, please don't disturb me while I'm doing my homework."

Sit down seriously, pick up the pen and start writing.

"Comrade Xu Jinqiu, it's already June. Don't you feel hot wearing a skirt over a shirt?"

"I'm not hot!"

Xu Jinqiu said stubbornly.

But Chen Fan had already come behind her, and in no time, his shirt was taken off.

This Bohemian-style suspender dress is really suitable for Xu Jinqiu. Her slender swan neck, graceful collarbone, and snow-white and delicate skin... are all shown off.

The fingertips passed across the neck and then across the collarbone.

Xu Jinqiu's skin turned white and rosy, and she shyly grabbed his paw: "Stop it, the college entrance examination is coming soon, let me read for a while."

Chen Fan blew hot air into her ear: "Wife, I want to eat you now."

Xu Jinqiu turned her head and kissed him on the cheek: "Comrade Chen Fan, please correct your thoughts. I have said before that before we get engaged, you are not allowed to have any bad ideas."

Chen Fan kissed back.

The atmosphere in the room became charming.

The strap slipped off her shoulders, and Xu Jinqiu regained a bit of sanity and pressed down one claw.

"That's it!"

Using her last bit of strength, she pushed Chen Fan away and said, "Let's talk business for a while. Sister Ying helped you submit your manuscript and gave you so many clothes. How are you going to repay this favor?"

"Don't worry about it, just read your book, your man has already made plans."

"Pah, who are you, man?"

Xu Jinqiu put her clothes in order and glared at the man angrily: "Stop making trouble. I need to read a book for a while. I still have to go to work."

Chen Fan nodded and picked up the pen to write.

I have written more than 80,000 words of the new book and am almost ready to submit it to a magazine.

But after writing for a while, Chen Fan stopped.

I'll wait a few days before reading this book.

I'm going to Hong Kong during the summer vacation, and I have to repay the favor I owe Li Hongying.

The last time we met, Li Hongying mentioned that she would occasionally invest in movies, and if the story was suitable, the two sides could cooperate.

Then write a story and make a script.

In this way, there is a give and take, and there is no longer any sense of "repaying favors". A cooperative relationship is established, and friendship is built through back and forth, rather than accepting benefits unilaterally as is the case now.

But the problem is that Chen Fan has never written a script.

Scripts are not like novels and editorials. We have been exposed to them in our previous lives. We have also written them when we were in college and when we were teachers. It is easy to get started now.

Scripts have a format.

Ordinary people would never touch this thing in their daily lives, and Chen Fan had never even seen it.

How to write this?
Chen Fan has no shortage of stories, the biggest problem is how to write it into a script.

Chen Fan has no interest in writing scripts.

He wrote the script to repay a favor, and he had no intention of joining the entertainment industry.

The water in that circle is too deep and the waves are too strong. It can swallow people if they are not careful. Few people can go in and out cleanly.

Especially the Hong Kong entertainment industry in the 1980s...

If Li Hongying had not helped him submit manuscripts twice and sent someone to deliver gifts, Chen Fan would never have thought about writing a script.

"What are you thinking about?"

Xu Jinqiu put down his pen, looked at the time, and it was almost time to go to work.

"I'm thinking of a story. You should go to work. I need to go out for a while as well."

After getting up from the bed, Chen Fan went out with the three girls and went straight to the Xinhua Bookstore in Wangfujing to look for books related to script writing.

"Basics of Film Script Writing", "Psychology of Screenwriting", "Three Elements of Screenwriting"...

The Xinhua Bookstore in Wangfujing is indeed the largest bookstore in Asia. Many books can be found here, but Chen Fan has no interest in these books.

He was just looking for a template.

Just fit the movies you watched in your previous life into this template, that's all.

Chen Fan quickly found a book that came with templates. He took it to the front desk to pay for it, and then went back to start applying the templates. However, the process was very slow and painful.

"I'm just not cut out for it."

After working for an entire afternoon, Xu Jinqiu had already gone off work, but Chen Fan had only written three pages of the script. This speed was not much better than that of a turtle.

After reading it once, I couldn't help but complain: "What kind of crap is this?"

It is indeed not easy to cross industries. Even if it is all clerical work, it is impossible to understand it all at once.

Chen Fan simply crumpled up the three pages of "garbage" into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"What to write?"

Xu Jinqiu was quite curious. Chen Fan always wrote very quickly and rarely threw what he wrote into the trash can.

"Sister Ying also invested in movies. I originally planned to write a script for her. I have thought of the story, but I just can't write it. I am not used to the writing style of scripts." Chen Fan smiled bitterly.

"Can't you just write the story and then find someone to adapt it into a script?"

Chen Fan was stunned when he heard this. It turned out that he had been at home for too long, and his brain was cramped and he couldn't think straight.

Seeing his reaction, Xu Jinqiu couldn't help but smile and took the initiative to kiss him on the lips: "I have good news to tell you. The dance troupe will be performing at the grassroots level again next week."

"How is this good news?"

The last time the dance troupe went to the grassroots for a performance, Xu Jinqiu was gone for ten days.

"My boss knew I was preparing for the college entrance exam, so he told me not to go. I don't have to go to work during the time I'm performing at the grassroots level, and I can stay at home to review my lessons."

"Your leader has done something humane." Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's for your sake."

Xu Jinqiu kissed him on the cheek again and explained, "When the leader talked to me, he talked about you in both open and covert ways. He was afraid that you would write about it in the newspaper."

Chen Fan was puzzled and couldn't help but complain. Was he the unreasonable person?
Don’t blame others for thinking too much.

The leaders of the dance troupe still remember what happened at the agricultural machinery factory.

It was reported in the People's Daily twice in a row. It was said that the leaders above were so furious that they called the director of the agricultural machinery factory and scolded him.

As for the parties involved, none of them had a good ending.

Who wouldn’t be afraid?

Everyone was worried that one day they would accidentally offend Xu Jinqiu and make Chen Fan keep a close eye on her, which might lead to another "Chen Fan phenomenon".

Now in the dance troupe, Xu Jinqiu is like a giant Buddha and a plague god. Anyway, the leaders all hope that she can get into college and leave quickly.

This girl is carrying a time bomb.

The bomb's name is Chen Fan.

Chen Fan complained for a while before he remembered something: "Is Zhao Yuanyuan going?"

Xu Jinqiu hummed, and suddenly realized that Chen Fan's eyes were not right, and said vigilantly: "Comrade Chen Fan, Yuanyuan is not here, you are not allowed to do anything rash."

Chen Fan was disappointed. This girl was quite vigilant.

Rolling her eyes at him, Xu Jinqiu said, "It's the weekend again tomorrow. Go home with me. I haven't been home for a few days."

"Then I'll go buy some things tomorrow morning."

Xu Jinqiu has four nephews and nieces. The oldest is four years old and the youngest is still in swaddling clothes.

Chen Fan made a special trip to the bank to exchange some Hong Kong dollars for foreign exchange coupons, and then went to the Friendship Store to buy some milk powder and imported candies for the children.

I also bought one for Chen Yi and Nannan.

I have to say that the Friendship Store is worthy of being a foreign affairs store. It is a bit expensive, but the service attitude is good. Compared with this place, the service of the department store is not up to standard.

"Go faster!"

After returning to his own courtyard, Xu Jinqiu lowered his head and quickened his pace. It was not because he was eager to go home, but because he was afraid of being seen by Uncle Li and Uncle Feng.

They are the two “Saints”.

Zeng Ali has said it several times that these two old men were very dissatisfied with Chen Fan's saintly remarks. They would stroll to the backyard whenever they had nothing to do, intending to wait in line to find Chen Fan to argue with him.

Fortunately, they didn't run into him all the way to the backyard, and Xu Jinqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The yard was quite lively, with adults gathered together chatting and children playing around. Only one child was a bit strange; he was doing his homework on a stone table.

Zeng Hongwen was sitting next to him, holding a deformed clothes rack in his hand.

Chen Fan had come here many times and recognized the child. He was Zeng Ali's youngest brother Zeng Tuqiang. He was only nine years old this year, in the third grade, and was very noisy.

"Xiao Fan is here. Please do me a favor and teach Xiao Qiang how to write an essay." When Zeng Hongwen saw Chen Fan, he felt like he had seen a savior.

This kid of mine is so torturous.

I stared at him for a long time, but he didn't even finish writing a line of words. It was useless even if the clothes hanger was deformed.

"I don't want him to teach me."

Zeng Tuqiang snorted and made a face at Chen Fan, which made Zeng Hongwen so angry that he hit him with the clothes hanger again: "You are still picking it up. Your brother Chen Fan is a writer."

"I don't want him to teach me."

Zeng Tuqiang rubbed his butt and stared at Chen Fan stubbornly: "I told Sister Qiu'er that I would marry her when I grow up. He stole my Sister Qiu'er."

"Pfft...haha..."

The adults in the yard burst into laughter, and Chen Fan couldn't help laughing. No wonder this little brat made faces at him every time he came over.

Turns out he’s a love rival!

"You can't even write an essay, and you still want to marry your sister Qiu'er. What good things are you thinking about?"

Zeng Hongwen was so angry that he laughed, and knocked the stone table with a clothes hanger: "Study honestly from your brother Chen Fan. If you can't write well, I will beat you later."

Then he said to Chen Fan: "Xiao Fan, I leave it to you."

Chen Fan handed the things to Xu Jinqiu and walked up to Zeng Tuqiang: "It's too noisy outside, go inside and write. Let's go, little rival."

Zeng Tuqiang still wanted to resist.

Zeng Hongwen's eyes widened, and he could only lower his head in frustration. He picked up his homework book and pencil, and followed Chen Fan obediently.

Chen Fan smiled, what a naughty child.

I’ll let you know in a moment what will happen if you fall into the hands of your love rival.

It will definitely make you unforgettable!
Xu Jinqiu smiled, took the things back to the house, drank some water, and then came out and sat next to Li Xiuzhen: "Mom, Uncle Li and Uncle Feng, are you coming to the backyard these two days?"

"Why didn't they come? They came once at noon and once in the evening. Those two old guys were scolded by the people in the yard, but they still didn't accept it. I don't know what they are thinking."

Li Xiuzhen curled her lips and suddenly slapped her thigh: "Oh no, he hasn't come yet today. He should be here soon. Tell Xiaofan to stay in the room and don't come out."

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