Chapter 2191

Under his old mother-in-law's mocking gaze, Zhou Andong muttered as he walked towards the stairs. He was a moral model of the new era, so it was impossible for him to occupy public resources by taking the elevator.

After exiting the inpatient department, he stepped down the steps slowly, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it skillfully, and then strolled towards the main gate.

He didn't go anywhere else, just sat down at an empty seat in front of the breakfast stall by the roadside at the main gate, and casually ate some fried dough sticks and tofu pudding.

After paying the bill, he stood up to walk back. Just as he walked into the inpatient department, as if he suddenly remembered some important matter, he stopped abruptly, then turned around without hesitation, walked out of the hospital gate with big strides, and then went to Wang Fujing Department Store.

He wandered around inside for a long time before finding the place selling school supplies, and then bought a thick stack of manuscript paper, a fountain pen, and a bottle of black ink.

Because for the next few days, he planned to stay at home peacefully to accompany Jian Qiu and go nowhere, just in time to write the detailed outline for the TV series "Prison Break," and then hand it over to Future Culture to find a screenwriter to further fill in and perfect it.

Then, Zhou Andong wandered around outside alone for more than an hour. When he walked towards the hospital, the thoughts in his mind were galloping wildly like a wild horse that had broken its reins.

Thinking about this and that, he suddenly thought of the Spring Festival Gala. Now it was the end of July. According to convention, the preparatory work for the Spring Festival Gala should have started, right?

Immediately after, his thoughts seemed to travel through time and space. Zhao and Gong appeared in his mind, and every classic line rang in his ears.

(Palace Jade Liquid Wine, 180 a cup... How is this wine? Listen to me blow it for you... It's just Erguotou, exchanged for that boiled water...)

"Zhou Andong!"

Just as Zhou Andong was wandering outside the world, a shout suddenly came from behind, and his soul was summoned back.

He stopped and turned his head to look. It turned out that he had unknowingly arrived at Dicos, and An Jing was standing at the door looking at him.

"What are you thinking about? You're absent-minded. I shouted at you several times and you didn't respond."

Zhou Andong turned and walked over, saying with a smile: "I was thinking about this year's Spring Festival Gala. I plan to write a sketch to promote Yugong Liquor and Jiang Xiaobai."

An Jing looked at Zhou Andong with suspicious eyes for a long time: "I believe you when you write songs, but you can also write sketches?"

"How can you say that?" Zhou Andong said proudly: "Doesn't everyone in the country know that I, Zhou Andong, have talent that fills five buckets and have read five carts of books?"

An Jing sneered: "You threw Qiuqiu in the ward, what are you wandering around blindly for?"

Zhou Andong shook the manuscript paper in his hand: "Did you see it? This is the manuscript paper I bought to write the sketch."

"Wait for me a moment. I'll arrange the work, and then we'll go back to the hospital together."

An Jing didn't believe at all that he could write a sketch. After speaking, she turned and entered the store.

Zhou Andong took out a cigarette box from his pocket leisurely, flicked the bottom of the box lightly with his finger, and a cigarette popped out.

He lowered his head to take the cigarette out, skillfully lit the lighter, the flame licked the cigarette butt, and the smoke rose slowly.

After taking a deep breath, he narrowed his eyes, and his thoughts drifted again to the sketch he was thinking about—"The Story of Working."

It is no exaggeration to say that this sketch can be called a classic among classics. Even in the future time span of up to thirty years, when people look back at the numerous sketch programs of the Spring Festival Gala over the years, it can definitely rank steadily in the top ten.

Those unforgettable classic lines are like bright pearls embedded in the long river of people's memories. The wonderful performances of Zhao and Gong are even more unforgettable.

Even if time passes and years go by, after the washing and baptism of the long years, that charm is still the same, always making people unable to help but savor it again and again.

And this sketch appeared on the 1996 Spring Festival Gala. If he couldn't write this sketch this year, it would be too late to write it next year, and he would definitely collide with the original author.

The key reason why he had the idea for the "Working Story" sketch was that for white liquor, this sketch was undoubtedly an invincible propaganda sharp blade.

Relying on the classic degree of the sketch itself, plus those widely circulated and popular lines, whether it was Yugong Liquor or Jiang Xiaobai, because of this sketch, they would become unforgettable memories in the hearts of many people in the next twenty or thirty years. This kind of powerful propaganda effect really made it hard for Zhou Andong not to be moved.

"Still pondering your sketch?"

An Jing came out after arranging the work. Seeing Zhou Andong still standing there in a daze, the cigarette held in his hand was about to burn his hand.

"The cigarette is burning your hand."

Zhou Andong was distracted. An Jing walked behind him and spoke suddenly, which gave him a start.

"Do you walk without sound?" Zhou Andong glared at An Jing angrily: "Do you know that people scaring people can scare people to death?"

An Jing laughed heartily without any image: "Tell me, you must have done something guilty, otherwise why are you so guilty?"

"Ah!"

Just when An Jing was carried away by success, very suddenly, Zhou Andong shouted at her.

This sudden shout made An Jing jump up. Immediately after, Zhou Andong laughed heartily and turned to run.

"Zhou Andong, you bastard, stop right there."

An Jing patted her chest, gritting her teeth in anger. She wanted to chase after him, but the road was full of people.

As a girl, chasing a man in public was really inappropriate.

This woman muttered and outputted to Zhou Andong while walking, preparing to complain after seeing Jian Qiu.

Zhou Andong ran a distance, and seeing that An Jing didn't catch up, he slowed down.

But as long as An Jing was fast, he was fast, and as long as An Jing was slow, he was slow, which made An Jing grit her teeth all the time.

As soon as Zhou Andong entered the hospital gate, a taxi drove past him quickly, and immediately after, it stopped not far away, and then he saw Gu Bing get out of the car.

"You are really something!" Zhou Andong raised his wrist and pointed at his watch: "Look at it yourself, what time is it already?

You didn't come so late last night, so I won't say much more. But now? It's almost noon before you come. Do you still have your sister in your heart? Do you still have your newly born niece?"

"Shout a chicken feather, you." Gu Bing didn't get used to Zhou Andong at all: "I have to prepare a meeting gift for my niece, right? Can I come over empty-handed?"

"Ah? Went to prepare a meeting gift?"

As soon as Zhou Andong heard this, his face was immediately filled with smiles, and he reached out to hug Gu Bing's shoulder, saying very enthusiastically.

"Go, go, hurry up, your niece was shouting for her uncle in her dream last night."

"..."

Gu Bing speechless threw away the arm Zhou Andong was hugging his shoulder with, and then let out a long sigh.

"My poor niece, why did she reincarnate into your family and run into such a shameless father like you."