Chapter 57: Xiao Cheng doesn't come out, what can the common people do?
The benefits of having a home soon became apparent.
At least you don’t have to wake up on time in the morning!
You can sleep till dawn without worrying about anyone knocking on the door.
Because he didn't have a watch, Cheng Xuyuan didn't know what time he got up in the morning.
After tidying up, he wandered out to look for food.
I drank and ate noodles last night, so how about some fried dough sticks and porridge this morning?
Having made up his mind, Cheng Xuyuan soon arrived at a small state-owned restaurant not far from his home.
There were people chatting in the restaurant. Cheng Xuyuan walked in and a young woman in a white coat asked, "What do you want?"
"I want to eat." Cheng Xuyuan said.
"It's already so late, why are you still here to eat? You're off work!" The woman said unceremoniously, "Also, pay attention to the time when you eat next time, and don't come here after a certain time."
After being taught a lesson, Cheng Xuyuan left the restaurant helplessly.
I can’t afford to offend you!
If he dared to say something about service attitude, he would probably be criticized to pieces.
But his rumbling stomach was reminding him that he had to fill his stomach.
So Cheng Xuyuan ran to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some snacks.
Anyway, he has money now.
With more than 200 yuan, you are not rich, but you are also wealthy.
Peach cake, shaqima, sugar slag biscuits...
The supply and marketing cooperative is not small, but there are only a few kinds of snacks.
Just when Cheng Xuyuan was about to buy a few pounds of sugar residue biscuits with a big wave of his hand, the salesperson with a cold face, as if everyone owed her a few dollars, told Cheng Xuyuan that in addition to money, he also needed food coupons.
A pound of sugar residue biscuits requires two taels of food coupons, and fifty cents!
Tsk tsk, this money is not much, but the food coupons are painful.
After all, Cheng Xuyuan only had 30 kilograms of food coupons a month.
Theoretically, he only needed one pound of food coupons a day.
In the end, Cheng Xuyuan spent one dollar and four taels of food coupons and took away two kilograms of sugar residue biscuits.
Although this thing cannot be eaten as a meal, it can be used in emergencies.
When you go to Meng Dezhi’s house on Sunday, you can bring two kilograms of shaqima.
Although it is more expensive than sugar residue biscuits, fortunately the food coupons required are the same.
While eating the sugar-crust biscuits, Cheng Xuyuan couldn't help but think of Meng Dezhi. He hadn't seen him for two days and missed him a lot.
After eating a few pieces of sugar-crust biscuits and drinking some water, Cheng Xuyuan, who had nothing to do, started his holiday life.
Listen to the radio in the morning.
Dumplings for lunch.
I will write "Desire" in the afternoon! I have prepared 200,000 words of Desire. Although there is an original work of the TV series, there are still many places that need to be revised. I need to polish it slowly.
However, without Shi Xuehong, the good chatterbox, Cheng Xuyuan felt that his efficiency had improved a lot.
I wrote more than 4,000 words in one afternoon.
Although his hands were a little sore from writing, Cheng Xuyuan still felt a sense of accomplishment when he looked at the stack of manuscript paper filled with words.
Just when Cheng Xuyuan was thinking about what to eat to comfort himself in the evening, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Who is this? Don’t you know I’m on vacation?
Before Cheng Xuyuan opened the door, he heard Qin Yewei's voice from outside: "Xiao Cheng, are you home?"
"Team Leader Qin, please wait a moment." Cheng Xuyuan quickly put on his shoes and went to open the door.
When he opened the door, he found that it was not only Qin Yewei who came, but also Niu Changqing and Peng Xueli.
"Director Niu, Director Peng, Team Leader Qin, why are you here?"
Although it was a holiday, Cheng Xuyuan was very clear that some rules still had to be followed. Otherwise, these people could approve his leave, but could also make him cancel his vacation.
"Xiao Cheng, we heard that you moved to a new house, so we came to see you." Niu Changqing said with a smile.
Peng Xueli smiled and raised the paper box in his hand and said, "Director Niu said that he must pay attention to you, a great talent in our cultural center."
"Here, I asked the office to buy a box of glass cups for you to use."
The man came and brought gifts with him, Cheng Xuyuan felt that there must be something going on.
He felt that he would never have such a great reputation on his own.
But you can’t refuse the gifts given by your leader.
What's more, he could use this glass.
When someone comes to my house in the future, I don’t have to go to my neighbors to borrow water cups.
"Thank you, both curators." Cheng Xuyuan took the cup, scooped a ladle of cold water from the iron bucket to wash the cup thoroughly, and then poured three cups of hot tea.
"Director Niu, Director Peng, I am offering you flowers to help you. Please have some water."
Niu Changqing laughed and said, "Xiao Cheng, you really know how to talk."
"Although this house is a little small, it is big enough for you two to live in."
"After a while, maybe we will be a family of three." Qin Yewei, who was sitting next to him, said with a smile.
Peng Xueli stood aside but did not speak.
After Niu Changqing and the other two showed some concern for Cheng Xuyuan's life, Peng Xueli said, "Xiao Cheng, we came to see you this time because of the skit."
"This morning, several key members of the writing team and the folk art team gathered together to discuss this short play."
"But, they discussed it over and over again, and even after a whole day, they still couldn't come up with a direction for writing."
"Not to mention asking them to write a skit that can rival "Eating Noodles."
Qin Yewei continued: "Inspiration is something that sometimes cannot be forced out."
"Old Ma and the others have the ability, but they can't find any inspiration at the moment, so there's nothing they can do!"
"And the city cultural center is pressing us hard. Boss Li asked us to send the first draft over tomorrow."
"So I proposed to the two curators that you should take on this important task."
Cheng Xuyuan originally thought that the three people came here for something. After hearing what they said, he said in a deep voice: "Two curators, this matter..."
Before Cheng Xuyuan finished speaking, Niu Changqing waved his hand and said, "Xiao Cheng, I know this is a bit difficult to ask."
"But since it has been arranged by the higher-ups, we have to go if we have the conditions, and we have to create the conditions if we don't. Otherwise, it will be a loss of face for our cultural center!"
"We know that it's a bit difficult for you to shoulder this responsibility, but we have no other choice!"
"You still have to work harder."
“Even if the skit you write is not as good as ‘Eating Noodles’, you have to make a good work.”
Cheng Xuyuan said: "Director Niu, since you have arranged it, I will do my best."
"Okay, then you think about it carefully today and try to write a first draft tomorrow." Seeing that Cheng Xuyuan accepted the arrangement, Niu Changqing immediately smiled.
Although he felt that this matter was difficult to handle, he had great confidence in Cheng Xuyuan.
After all, he was the one who wrote the short play "Eating Noodles", not to mention that he also wrote a novel to be published in "Yenching Literature and Art".
Qin Yewei said a little worriedly: "Xiao Cheng, do you have any ideas? Why don't you tell us so that we can hear them first."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at Niu Changqing, Qin Yewei and others who were looking expectant, and said after a moment of hesitation: "I actually have an idea, but I wonder if it will work."
"How about this, I'll write it first, and ask the three leaders to help me take a look."
What, what, you write it first? What do you mean? There is no need to be so rigorous in discussing ideas.
However, the three of them were very happy to see the young man respect them so much.
Qin Yewei and Niu Changqing looked at each other quickly, and finally said, "Okay, then you write first, we'll wait."
Cheng Xuyuan immediately picked up the manuscript paper and sat down at the small table to write, while Niu Changqing and the other two sat on Cheng Xuyuan's bed and each smoked a cigarette.
To the three of them, the process was very quick.
A new week, a new beginning. Thank you for your support, brothers. I would like to thank you. Finally, I sincerely ask for your support.
(End of this chapter)
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