Volume 2 The Ninety-One Year Small Ten Thousand Households 0200 On the eve of the show

"I said what are you doing? It's about to go on stage, remember to be energetic, wipe your saliva, the whole school is your strong backing. Teacher Sun ran over with a roar, and urged Qian Hong and them.

wiped the saliva from his mouth, when Qian Hong and the three of them stood on the huge stage, illuminated by the headlights from all angles, they were immediately scared away by nervousness, especially Qian Hong's two female classmates, who were one year older than Qian Hong as soon as possible, but looking at the dense empty seats under the stage, the adults with serious expressions in the front row were still a little pale.

"In the next program, the song ...... jointly selected by the shipyard children's primary school and the city children's activity center" The two hosts began to cross-talk, and Conductor Feng, who was standing on the side of the stage, also nodded to Qian Hong, indicating that everything was ready......

At 1:05 in the morning, this is the time for Qian Hong to enter the house, don't say anything to give gifts, he almost didn't come back, Director Kang planned to let them go to the guest house of the city's children's activity center to deal with the night, and then go back to the shipyard in the morning, but Qian Hong said that he didn't want to say anything, fortunately, he was much taller than his peers, so that Mr. Sun reluctantly agreed that he would go back by himself.

Of course, the 40-year-old mental age is not afraid of the dark, but he entered the house so late and startled his mother.

"You little calf, you almost scared my heart out when you smashed the door just now. The old mother was puzzled as she spoke, so she simply slapped Qian Hong on the shoulder a few times.

"I forgot that Gerry wasn't at home, and at first he didn't respond to the whispering, and then he could only smash it hard, hehehe......" Qian Hong could only obediently accompany the smiling face.

"Why are you getting so late? What did you have for dinner?"

"I ate a boxed lunch in the Northern Theater, but it would be seven o'clock, and now my hungry chest is against my back. ”

"What's the matter? There's nothing ready at home, so I'll order you a bowl of noodles, right?"

"No need, I can't sleep if I'm too full, Mom, you can fry some dried tofu for me, and I'll have a meal if it's lighter." ”

"That's fine, 3 minutes!"

Mom got busy as she spoke, took the basket on the broken table outside, used the hot water in the kettle to melt the dried tofu, and asked Qian Hong about today's rehearsal: "How is your singing?

"I haven't seen the leader yet, today it's checked by the director, but they let me sing it three times, and asked the staff to find me the performance costumes, I think it should be considered satisfied!" Qian Hong This is a very subtle statement, in fact, Qian Hong's "Great Northern Wilderness" was a great success, and when he sang at the end, even the backstage staff crowded up to watch the excitement, and it was not one or two who shed tears!

"That's okay, at least it didn't make my son work so long in vain. ”

"Mom, what did you eat by yourself at night?"

"I went to Ying'er's, and I steamed a pot of flatbread for her, so that she could eat for a few days. ”

"It's still thoughtful!"

"Don't bother, hurry up and go to bed after eating, it's still class tomorrow morning, even if you sing, you can't delay the final exam." ”

"Don't worry, I contribute to the school, how can I add ten or twenty points?"

"What's the use of adding that score? It's not about going to university, or is it more important for you......

Mom started again, while stir-frying while teaching Qian Hong, but it was still very happy to listen to his mother's nagging at this time, and then Qian Hong ate most of the plate of fried dried tofu and climbed onto the kang......

I stayed up so late last night, but at half past six in the morning, Qian Hong opened his eyes as if he was timed, and then got up and began to get dressed and washed.

"Daewoo, do you need to go to Jiangnan this afternoon?" asked the old mother who circled around the pot.

"No need, Director Kang said let me have a good rest, just rush to the door of the Northern Theater before four o'clock tomorrow afternoon. ”

"Then you should come back early after school to catch up on sleep!"

"I Fight For"

Qian Hong promised happily, but in fact he planned to use this afternoon to send those seafood out, which has been several days since New Year's Day, if you don't send it again, there will be no good excuse, then these things can only wait until the New Year.

After breakfast and school, as soon as Qian Hong arrived at the second class of the fifth year, the curious classmates gathered around, and they asked Qian Hong in detail, after all, for these little hairy heads, participating in the city's art show is very far away, very novel, and very honored, in desperation, Qian Hong can only perfunctory them for a while, and wait until the class bell rings to get out.

The first class in the morning is Chinese, recently because of the art show, Mr. Li to Qian Hong even if not talk about the pleasant face, the two are also peaceful, in this composition class, Mr. Li left a title, no new "ideal", who knows but Qian Hong is stumped.

If it is the true idea in his heart, then Qian Hong should write that he wants to become the richest man in the country and live a chic life of a rich man, but if such an essay is handed in, it will be another turmoil, and in desperation, Qian Hong had to hide his nature and write an essay about wanting to become a doctor, and finally got through this class.

The remaining classes were very simple, and in the blink of an eye to the lunch break, Qian Hong had just opened the lunch box, and Ma Ji and Zhang Qiang all came to the classroom of the second class of the fifth year.

"Oh, old money, it's not easy to see you!" Zhang Qiang patted Qian Hong's shoulder when he came up, with an old-fashioned tone.

"Hey Qian Hong, when will your art show start, I heard that it can still be on TV?" Ma Ji also asked with great interest.

"You don't have to ask him about this, let me answer you, the performance will be on the night of the 5th, and Heilongjiang TV will broadcast it on the night of the 6th. As soon as I heard Qian Hong finish talking in the morning, Ren Hongwei acted as a spokesperson at this time.

"You say that Qian Hong will become a singer this time, just like ...... Little Tigers like that?" I didn't expect Ma Ji's brain hole to be quite big, but if Qian Hong stole songs one after another, then there was really some hope for this matter, until the year when Qian Hong was hit by a road rage, he was very clear and familiar with all the hit songs.

"I think it's hanging, people have to have professional teachers to teach, and there are also performances and dancing, Lao Qian's song is good, but it's still worse than Hong Kong and Taiwan singers. Zhang Qiang said more objectively.