"Whose phone number?"

"Grandpa, it's the CCTV phone...... They're still not giving up, grandpa, or I'll help you get back, right?"

"I'll go back and forth, although I'm not going to go this year, but I can't play the brand, you go back and forth, it's not like words. ”

"Hmm. ”

Inside a villa.

An old man stood up, a little hobbling to pick up the phone with the help of his granddaughter.

"Hey ......"

"Hello Mr. Zhao. ”

"Oh, it's Director Li...... Good morning, Director Li, hehe. ”

"Teacher Zhao, is your body okay?"

"It's ok. ”

"Mr. Zhao, I actually want to ......"

"Hey, Director Li, I know what you want to say, actually, let me tell you, in fact, I have participated in the Spring Festival Gala for so many years, and I am more sad than anyone else if I don't participate this year...... After all, I have feelings for this stage. Zhao Bengang sighed faintly, "Not to mention my current physical condition, I have read a lot of scripts this year, and I have taken a lot of scripts, but these scripts taste wrong, Director Li, you know, I can't bring these scripts to the stage." ”

"Mr. Zhao, what if there is a good script?"

"If there is a good script...... Zhao Bengang pondered slightly for a long time, and finally nodded, "Then I can think about it...... This old bone should be able to go on stage again!"

"Okay!

“......”

Zhao Bengang hung up the phone and sat back on the sofa.

He looked at the bare tree trunk outside the yard.

He felt lonely for a while.

He really hasn't been on any stage again in a year.

Of course, poor health is one reason, but the other reason is that since he had an operation, when he got the previous sketch scripts, he always felt that something was not right, and he always felt that these scripts did not meet the requirements in his heart at all......

That's why he left the stage for a short time.

"Grandpa, you...... Are you really planning to return to the Spring Festival Gala stage?"

"I want to be on stage. ”

"Then your body ......"

"It has nothing to do with the body, if Director Li can really get a good script, then it's really not a big problem...... If not, then ...... He may really have to say goodbye to this stage completely in the future......"

“......”

The girl looked at her grandfather.

She fell silent suddenly.

Grandpa has been on the stage for a lifetime.

She knew very well that if he was not allowed to stop going on stage, he would not feel good.

Sunlight shone through the windows.

Zhao Bengang's wrinkled face showed a little relief.

It's all about fate.

About two hours later......

Zhao Bengang's phone rang again.

"Mr. Zhao, go take a look at the mailbox!"

"Mailbox?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, go and have a look!"

"Well, good. ”

Li Mingrui's voice on the other end of the phone sounded very excited, completely losing his usual calm.

It was the first time Zhao Bengang had heard Li Mingrui lose his temper like this.

He shook his head.

"Yan, go and see what's in my mailbox, Director Li looked excited. ”

"Well, that's ......"

The granddaughter ran back into the house, then took out her notebook and opened the mailbox.

When she saw that there were three unread emails in Zhao Bengang's mailbox, she was a little stunned for a moment.

Each of the three emails is a script.

"This ...... It's ......"

"Yan, what's wrong?"

"Grandpa, these are three sketch scripts, and the three sketch scripts are, "Selling a Car", "Selling Abduction", and ...... Well, "Not Bad Money"?"

"It's not bad to sell this for money, what kind of sketch script is it? Director Li can't find a good sketch now, and then he got some short people to pull out the tall one?" Zhao Bengang frowned.

He is not looking for quantity, but quality.

No matter how much garbage there is, it's garbage, isn't it?

What's the point?

For a while, he didn't know what to say about Li Mingrui.

"Grandpa, take a look. ”

"Well, okay...... I'll take a look first. ”

Zhao Bengang disappreliantly ordered a sketch called "Selling Cars", and when he clicked on it, he was instantly stunned.

Wang Da flickered?

This is......

He became interested, and then looked down......

More than ten minutes later!

"That's a good script!"

He suddenly slapped his thigh, and his originally calm face became very excited.

Subsequently, with this emotion, he clicked on the script of another "Selling Abduction".

"Selling Abduction" is after selling a car, although it is full of foolish things, but it is even more interesting than "Selling a Car"!

If you can really perform on stage, then this skit is definitely popular!

In the Spring Festival Gala over the years, there have really been no sketches with similar plots!

This......

This script!

This moment......

Zhao Bengang was so excited that he couldn't speak, and even his hand holding the mouse trembled a little.

After watching "Selling Abduction", Zhao Bengang continued to order the last script "Not Bad Money".

And then......

His eyes widened instantly!

The heart is beating faster!

He even felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

What the!

I'm not dreaming, am I?

This......

This is another good work!

No matter which of these three special films comes out, they can have a good Spring Festival Gala.

So here's the problem.

How do I choose?

Sometimes heaven and hell are just two hours old.

Two hours ago, Zhao Bengang was still lamenting that there are no good works now.

Two hours later.

He was worried about what work to choose for the Spring Festival Gala?

That's really ......

It's dramatic!

"What, wait, I'm not mistaken, right?"

"What's wrong?"

"The signatures of these three works are all Lu Yuan......"

"What?Lu Yuan?"

After poor Zhao Bengang saw that the authors of the three works were Lu Yuan, he instantly felt that his heart was a little unbearable.

He's a monster, isn't he?

....................................

The midday sun shone on the land.

Although he dispelled a little chill, Lu Yuan was always attached to the warmth of the air conditioner.

When will you be able to leave in winter?

Lu Yuan suddenly missed spring and summer......

At least, it won't be so cold that it makes people shiver?

Or am I really false?

Ahh

Lu Yuan couldn't help but sneeze.

Did I catch a cold again? Or was someone scolding me again?

Li Mingrui and Zhou Xianzu drank tea cup by cup, and the taste of this tea became more and more wrong.

They don't care about that stuff though.

They were waiting for a response from Zhao Bengang's side.

They were inexplicably apprehensive.

Shouldn't Mr. Zhao like the three sketches?

Should......

Not really, right?

After another half hour or so, Li Mingrui's mobile phone rang.

Li Mingrui was startled and hurriedly answered the phone.

There was silence on the other end of the line, then a sudden sigh.

"Looks like I'll have to live at least three more years......"

"Ah...... Teacher Zhao...... ...... are you," Li Mingrui was stunned when he heard Zhao Bengang's words.

"You suddenly threw me three works, didn't you just let me go to the Spring Festival Gala for another three years?"

"Mr. Zhao, then you chose ...... this time" Li Mingrui suddenly became very surprised!

"Let's choose "Not Bad Money" first...... My granddaughter is more interested in this one ...... money."

"Okay, okay, okay! Okay......" Li Mingrui didn't know how many times he said it, and his spirit was extremely uplifted at the moment.

Please go to Mr. Zhao to the Spring Festival Gala, then the ratings of this year's Spring Festival Gala will be guaranteed.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

After hanging up the phone, he glanced at Lu Yuan very gratefully.

"Director Li, it's done?"

"Well, it's done!"

"That's good. ”

Mr. Lu ...... Anyway, I've written down this situation, and I'll explain the situation to Taili......"

"Haha, it's good if I can help you, by the way, it's noon, stay and have a light meal. Lu Yuan looked at the time, and then stood up.

"What's so embarrassing about that......

"Haha, it's okay......" Lu Yuan smiled brightly, then stood up and looked in the direction of the kitchen, "Hehe, today's dish is quite fresh, especially this chicken is also very tender...... By the way, Director Li, Brother Zhou, or I'll be a bully, don't **"

“......”

“......”

Don't be a chicken?

Sounds like a vivid name.

If it were anyone else, then there would indeed be a little bit of longing......

But......

If the object is Lu Yuan, then ......

After Zhou Xianzu and Li Mingrui saw this scene, the smiles on their faces suddenly froze.

Subsequently......

The two of them looked at each other.

"Uh...... Xiao Lu, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that there was something else in the stage......"

"Mr. Lu, I suddenly remembered that one of my relatives was hospitalized, and I had to go and see it, so I would say goodbye first......

"Uh...... You two, you ......."

"Haha, Xiao Lu, try your craft next time!"

“？？？？”

Lu Yuan watched the two of them stand up and suddenly say goodbye to the sudden change in painting style, he was stunned for a moment.

"Two ...... I used to make a lot of jokes about my old cooking, but people can become, after all, you have also been young and frivolous, right?

"Mr. Lu, I really have something. ”

"Xiao Lu, there are a lot of things in "A Bite of China", didn't I have a call just now, I have to deal with it...... Next time, I'll try your hand at it next time!"

"Okay, let's do it next time. ”

Lu Yuan shook his head after looking at the appearance of the two.

How can these two people feel like they are all soldiers?

Lu Yuan couldn't help it.

"Okay, I'll come next time!"

After Lu Yuan watched the two leave, he was suddenly disappointed.

In the past, he didn't force the number in his heart, but during this time, he has also been working hard.

..........................................

"Uh......h Delicious!"

"Brother Lu, your craftsmanship is so good......

"Woo woo, it's delicious, bring me another bowl of rice...... Brother Lu ......"

"Woo, ......"

Midday.

Wang Hao gulped down the rice, eating "Overlord Don't Chicken", looking like he was relishing.

In less than twenty minutes, most of the chicken made by Lu Yuan had already been eaten by Wang Hao.

Lu Yuan was quite relieved to see Wang Hao's gobbling up.

Wang Jinxue sat next to Lu Yuan, and also took a few slices of meat into the bowl and ate a few bites.

"How is it, Jinxue?" Lu Yuan looked at Wang Jinxue with a look of anticipation.

"It's not bad, the craft has really improved a lot. Wang Jinxue nodded, her expression was very serious.

After seeing Wang Jinxue nodding, Lu Yuan suddenly smiled with satisfaction.

I feel very comfortable.

He really didn't have much talent for cooking.

However, no matter how talented people are, they have been trying hard to engage in various attempts, and there is always a time when they succeed, right?

"Wang Hao......"

"What's wrong, Brother Lu?"

"How's the album going?"

"Album...... It's almost there. ”

"Haven't you written the theme song yet?"

"I can write it, it's just a little bit. Wang Hao's originally excited expression suddenly became a little gloomy, and then he lowered his head and ate his meal.

"How much is a little bit?" Lu Yuan continued to ask.

"That's it...... Almost inspired...... I should be able to write it next year. ”

"The one-year appointment is coming, let alone being a little rock king, even releasing an album is a problem, right?"

"......" Wang Hao lowered his head and was silent.

"I'll write you one. ”

"Brother Lu...... Is it okay?" Wang Hao was silent for a long time, then looked up at Lu Yuan gratefully.

"It shouldn't be a big problem......

"Hmm. ”

"By the way, are you interested in going to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"What?, Spring Festival Gala?" Wang Hao was stunned.

"Yes, the Spring Festival Gala! Perform a sketch or something......"

"Forehead ......"