Ge You finally passed the exam and became a member of the drama troupe of the All-China Federation of Trade Unions Art Troupe. He cried with joy, finally he didn't have to go back to feed the pigs. His salary was 18 yuan per month, equivalent to the apprentice level. After a few years, it would increase to more than 30 yuan. If there had been no reform and opening up, he would probably have received it for half his life. At that time, there was a slogan "Long live 36 yuan", which meant that wages would never increase. Ge You later became a big star, but his work relationship remained in the All-China Federation of Trade Unions Art Troupe. He was still paid every month, and he occasionally participated in dramas to repay the kindness of being taken in. There are many stars who came from the All-China Federation of Trade Unions Art Troupe, such as the actress Sarina, and the popular crosstalk actor Luosang. Zeng Li also joined this unit after graduating from the Central Academy of Drama. In any case, Ge You had a formal job and dared to hold his head high when walking. He wanted to treat Chen Qi and Liang Xiaosheng to a meal, so he got a few pitiful tickets from somewhere, ordered a plate of vegetarian dishes in a small restaurant, ate four steamed buns, and ate two himself. ………… It was already late May, and the weather was getting hotter. That morning, Chen Qi changed into a Dacron shirt, cotton trousers, and a pair of black cloth shoes with red soles, and rode his bicycle to Taoranting in Xuanwu District.
Dacron is stuffy and does not absorb sweat, so it is not comfortable. But the textile technology is poor at this time, and cotton clothes are rougher and uncomfortable to wear. As a makeshift, it is still Dacron, at least it looks more handsome. He parked the car in a place, leaned against a big willow tree, and waited silently with his hands in his pockets. After a while, a bus stopped nearby, and Yu Jiajia appeared with a bag on his back. Since the publication of the article "How to Walk the Road of Life", Yu Jiajia sent him several letters, and they became familiar with each other. This time he took the initiative to invite her, and she was confused but excited at the same time. Because she was young, she didn't get to write about big news, and she always wrote about trivial things, which was very boring. "Reporter Yu, you are still so heroic!" "Comrade Xiao Chen, you are still charming!" The two shook hands, and it was like a weasel seeing a chicken and regretting not meeting each other earlier. "Is your plan feasible?" "What kind of plan is this? It's already very rough and has no technical content." "What if the newspaper finds out?" "You are the first reporter, and the right to interpret belongs to you." The two exchanged words, crossed the road, and walked into a bungalow building opposite. There was a sign hanging at the door: Jingcheng Opera School! This school was founded in 1952. It was originally a private school. It was spontaneously established by a group of opera masters. Mei Lanfang was the chairman, and Hao Shoushen and Ma Lianliang were all principals. In order to build the school, various masters performed charity shows to raise funds and came to teach for free. Later, it was classified as a public school, and the government provided funding, and it gradually stabilized. Liu Shishi learned ballet in this school when she was a child, and then she was admitted to Beijing Dance Academy. Of course, there is no dance major now, only Peking opera and local opera. "Comrades, who are you looking for?" "Hello, uncle, I am a reporter from China Youth Daily!" Yu Jiajia showed her work ID. It was her first time to do private work, so she was a little nervous and said, "Is your leader here?"
"Yes! I'll find you!" The uncle in the communication room saw that it was a reporter, and it was from China Youth Daily. His emotions were visibly high. After a while, a teacher came over, and the teacher was even more enthusiastic, and greeted the two to go in. Chen Qi looked around the school. It was quite large, and there were dormitories. The houses were very old, and the atmosphere was filled with the 1950s. "The environment is simple, I'm sorry to embarrass you." "Have some tea... uh, drink some water..." After entering the house, the teacher wanted to make some tea, but couldn't find the leaves. He smiled awkwardly. Yu Jiajia waved her hand: "You're welcome, sit down too. This is what happened. There are many educated youth cooperatives in the city this year. Do you know?" "I know, my relative's children are doing it." "It's not easy for a group of young people to get up early and stay up late, and they are also discriminated against by society, but these cooperatives do make life more convenient for the people. Buying some water to make clothes is much easier than before. To show respect, we thought of a small activity to encourage those young people. This is the comrade of the Dazhalan Street Cooperative!" Yu Jiajia introduced Chen Qi, and Chen Qi greeted him and said: "You should have heard of our cooperative. It sells tea at the front door." "I have heard of it. I have read that report. Oh, what a coincidence!" "We mean, Send a few students from your school to perform at the cooperative to help cheer and encourage. We will pay for the travel expenses, provide lunch at noon, and then reporter Yu will help you promote it. " "Propaganda? What do you mean?" "It means to put it in the newspaper!" "Oh, you want us to be in the newspaper? Why didn't you say so earlier..." The teacher's eyes were as bright as light bulbs, and he hurriedly said: "This is good news, I will find the director for you!" He hurried out, and a middle-aged man came in soon. After listening to Yu Jiajia's explanation, he was also very happy, but asked again: "Why don't you find a folk art troupe or those famous artists?" "The cooperative is full of educated youth. Think about it, a group of girls and boys here, and a group of old artists over there, it doesn't match. What we want is a youthful vitality. This activity is called Youth Praise, Labor Glory." "That's the truth. I understand what you mean. It's a consolation performance." "Yes, yes!" "About how many days?" "I will report it first and see the effect. If the effect is good, we will write an internal reference and report it to the leaders. This is also the youth of the new era, setting a new trend..." Yu Jiajia is gifted, and she took it seriously as she spoke. China Youth Daily is a newspaper of the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League, and it is of a high level. Who would have thought that a reporter would actually do private work? The director has agreed, but he cannot decide. He needs to hold a meeting to study, so the two of them left first, went out for lunch, and came back in the afternoon to directly select people. The school is an eight-year system, the youngest is eleven or twelve years old, and the oldest is eighteen or nineteen years old. The main ones are Peking Opera, Ping Opera, Qu Opera, and Hebei Bangzi. Later, it cooperated with Deyun Club and opened a crosstalk major. Boss Gao Feng came to teach, and no one else could teach. He is an idol and has Deyun girls to support him. "We don't know him either, you choose, but the image should be better, after all, we need to take pictures."
Yu Jiajia reminded in a low voice, the teacher said he understood, thought about it, and began to call the roll. These kids go to school during the day and live in the school at night. They don’t eat well and have few performance opportunities. Their lives are very boring. Now that they see a performance opportunity, even though it’s only for the cooperative, they are eager to try. The teacher picked a few older ones and a few younger ones, from all majors, and then suddenly called out: “Liu Bei!” “Here!” A little girl in her early teens raised her hand high, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and her face was full of joy. Hmm? ? ? Chen Qi looked at her carefully, his face was subtle, and asked: “Teacher, how old is this child? She looks too young.” “I entered the school when I was 10 years old. I’m 12 this year. I study Meipai and have a good image.” “Oh, okay, you choose.” Chen Qi stopped talking and touched his nose unconsciously. One Jiang Shan, one Liu Bei, what for? Am I raising a child in my life?
