Chapter 126: The censor with a black face

After making an agreement with Zhao Benhe, Lin Ruofeng stayed in the rehearsal room every day, from morning to night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at Lin Ruofeng, who was so diligent, Zhao Benhe began to pay attention to it, this young man was different from what he thought, if only his apprentices had half of his diligence. However, what makes Zhao Benhe tired is that he is old, no younger and more vigorous than Lin Ruofeng, and he has to rest for a while after almost rehearsal.

In this regard, Lin Ruofeng pondered his lines and acting skills by himself. Next to him, Zhao Benhe and Bi Jianfu secretly praised, talented, modest, and diligent, such a person's future achievements will not be low, and Zhao Benhe is even more faintly moved by the heart of the apprentice.

After a few days of rehearsals, Lin Ruofeng and Zhao Benhe, Bi Jianfu and Zhao Ziyi became more and more tacit, and his acting skills were even better, many lines came out of his mouth, and with the action, he could always make people laugh.

After becoming proficient in sketches, it also entered the final review before the Spring Festival Gala.

said that it was the final review, but in fact, it was a formality, and by the way, it was a rehearsal. Because all the programs, in the past two months, have already been determined, the modification of modifications, the deletion of deletions, and the remaining programs are all excellence.

As for Zhao Benhe, he has been on the Spring Festival Gala for ten years, and he can be said to be a frequent visitor to the Spring Festival Gala, and his sketches are the pillars of the Jiangnan Spring Festival Gala language, which is specially designed to provoke the audience's laughter. Therefore, the Spring Festival Gala program team will never delete his program. Although Zhao Benhe was asked to make changes to the previous sketches, they really didn't dare to force Zhao Benhe.

Therefore, after knowing that Zhao Benhe brought a new sketch, the previous reviewers who put forward vitriol revision requirements did not dare to be too harsh. In this way, the Spring Festival Gala program team and the director are happy, these censors just arrange the program according to their own ideas, but they don't want to think about whether the audience likes the modified program like this.

"Teacher Zhao next, right?"

Xu Jinqiang, director of Jiangnan Satellite TV's Spring Festival Gala, asked. "I don't know how Mr. Zhao's book has been modified!"

"Director, Mr. Zhao has already changed the book!" said the assistant director next to him.

"The new book, written so quickly, the new one, or the old one?" asked Xu Jinqiang.

"Take a look, this book is written by a newcomer, called Lin Ruofeng!"

Xu Jinqiang was very surprised to grab the list of shows, and then saw that the sketch producer was not Zhao Benhe but the name of a newcomer, he had never heard of this person's name, and he was also in the cast list. "Mr. Zhao actually uses a newcomer's book, it seems that this book should be written well, I don't know how a newcomer acts, don't drag down Mr. Zhao!"

Zhao Benhe is the trump card of the language program of the Spring Festival Gala, if this is bad, maybe he will be scolded by the Jiangnan audience!

"Let's go see the sketch written by this newcomer and see how it goes?"

Xu Jinqiang walked over, and at this time, a program on the stage had been reviewed, and there were four censors sitting in the audience, all of whom were forty or fifty years old.

"Not bad money?"

The four censors looked at the name, it was actually a book written by a newcomer, but because it was Zhao Benhe, they didn't say much. The last time I called Zhao Benhe to modify the book, he actually slammed the door halfway through it, which made the four of them a little unhappy, but I didn't expect Zhao Benhe to really change it, no, it was a completely different book, it seems that Zhao Benhe is not so pedantic!

The four of them are censors, and they have the power to delete and modify them, and Zhao Benhe does not dare to touch it.

At this time, the sketch also officially began.

"It's not bad ahead!"

"Well, nothing out of the ordinary!"

"It's just a little flat!"

Several reviewers discussed.

It wasn't until Lin Ruofeng twisted his buttocks and walked out wearing a skirt that the people in the audience suddenly burst into laughter. Xu Jinqiang's eyes lit up, thinking that this is the newcomer who wrote the book, it was really good luck to be able to let Zhao Benhe bring the Spring Festival Gala, I don't know what the relationship between the two is.

The four censors also looked with interest.

After Lin Ruofeng and Zhao Benhe secretly ordered food in tandem, Bi Jianfu came to power.

Zhao Benhe: Who are you looking for?

Bi Jianfu: I'm looking for Zhao Tiezhu, the head of the Lianhua Township Cultural Station.

Zhao Benhe: Find the right one, (pointing to Maomao), this is Zhao Tiezhu's father. I am......

Zhao Ziyi: No, Zhao Tiezhu is my father.

Zhao Benhe: I'm Zhao Tiezhu's father, aren't you looking for your father, no, you...... You've come to the right place!

Bi Jianfu (fainted): Dad...... No...... That one...... I'm looking for your son.

Zhao Benhe danced and gestured: He is waiting for you in the township, oops, the township is grandly arranged! The township chief and secretary are waiting for you there, arrange a hall, make a big room, and get a big photo for you to hang in the middle, and there are flowers all around!

When Bi Jianfu heard this, he hurriedly stopped and asked in a daze: Brother, what color are the flowers?

Zhao Benhe: There are both white and yellow ones. It's old and beautiful, really, the common people are waiting with pens, waiting, crying, waiting for you......

Bi Jianfu: What are you crying about?

Zhao Benhe: Crying ...... Excited. Where are you going...... Come on!

Bi Jianfu: No, no, let's go to the countryside!

"Hahahaha~~!!"

The audience, just the staff, or other program team members, laughed directly. Xu Jinqiang's eyes are brighter, and he is afraid that the new book will cause chaos for newcomers, and he didn't expect to act very well. Only the four censors in the audience frowned, as if they smelled a hint of ridicule.

Zhao Benhe is serious: Oh mom, there are relatives.

Bi Jianfu: And you?

Zhao Benhe: The child's grandfather is also in Lao Turtle Bay, and his surname is Bi!

Bi Jianfu: What is your grandfather's name?

Zhao Ziyi: Bi Menting.

Bi Jianfu was surprised for a while: Your grandmother must be a master of mahjong, right?

Zhao Benhe: What?

Bi Jianfu: Listen behind closed doors!

Zhao Benhe: Exactly, are you calling it a closed door?

Bi Jianfu explained: My name is Bi Jianfu!

Zhao Benhe (looking for a topic): Oh mom, this smile looks like the photo of your grandfather leaving.

Zhao Ziyi pointed at Bi Jianfu in surprise: Alas~! Grandpa, he doesn't laugh more like that.

Bi Jianfu (helpless): I don't think I can escape.

Zhao Benhe hurriedly said: The child is not close to the master in this life, he will kiss his grandfather, and the grandfather will finish crying before leaving, so recognize the grandfather.

Bang Bang Bang ~~

The applause rang out, and many people in the audience couldn't stop laughing, they couldn't imagine that Bi Jianfu, the ace host of Jiangnan Satellite TV, was ridiculed like this. Xu Jinqiang laughed on the side, and finally knew why Zhao Benhe temporarily changed his book, this line is really ......

The faces of the four censors turned black all of a sudden, thinking that Zhao Benhe slammed the door and left in a rage before, and brought a new book over a week later, it turned out that he wanted to mock himself and others.

Although others couldn't hear it, the lover immediately heard that Zhao Benhe's new book was sarcastic, or scolding some people. Especially after the climax, Zhao Ziyi's testimonial directly made the faces of the four censors below look like black charcoal.

The sketch continued, but they had no desire to continue watching it until the skit ended.

Boom~!

A censor slammed the table and stood up, saying angrily. "What is this talking about? What is it? Go ahead and call the person who wrote this sketch and ask him what he wrote, and can those lines be used indiscriminately?"