Ding He sat in front of the piano and took a deep breath, although he had already smoked it, and his piano skills were rudimentary, but this was also the first time he had played.

I opened the lid and stroked the black and white keys of the piano with my hand, and I felt a very familiar feeling in my heart. Gently stroking the piano keys, the pleasant sound came, and Ding He felt a tremor of excitement in his heart.

"What's going on with this guy?"

"Did he think he was filming a TV series?

"Won't you? Don't be ashamed!"

"Is this person here to be funny? sing originally, without accompaniment!"

The people in the audience looked at Ding He and wondered what happened to Ding He.

Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, and opening his eyes, Ding He began to play. The fingers are extremely nimble, bouncing back and forth on the keyboard, and the jumping notes continue to flow from between the fingers.

The piano was playing, and after a while, the prelude ended, and Ding He began to open his mouth to sing while playing the piano.

"The old tree in front of the door grows new sprouts,

The dead trees in the courtyard bloomed again,

Half survived a lot of words,

Hidden in a head full of gray hair.

The little feet in memory,

Meaty little mouth,

Give him love all your life,

Just for that mom and dad. ”

Ding He's voice was low, like a whisper, ringing in everyone's ears. The lyrics are very simple, but they are sung into everyone's heart, everyone has parents, parents who grow old with time.

"Where has the time gone,

I'm getting old before I feel young.

Bear children and raise daughters for the rest of your life,

My mind was full of children crying and laughing.

Where has the time gone,

Before I could take a good look at your eyes, it was spent.

Firewood, rice, oil, and salt for half a lifetime,

In the blink of an eye, only the wrinkles on his face remained. ”

Accompanied by the low sound of the piano, every song Ding He sang was like a drumbeat, beating heavily, in the hearts of all the people present.

Everyone can't help but ask themselves where the time has gone. In my memory, my parents' green silk turned into gray hair, and their smooth skin was full of wrinkles, where did time go?

"Where has the time gone,

I'm getting old before I feel young.

Bear children and raise daughters for the rest of your life,

My mind was full of children crying and laughing.

Where has the time gone,

Before I could take a good look at your eyes, it was spent.

Firewood, rice, oil, and salt for half a lifetime,

In the blink of an eye, all that's left is a wrinkle on his face!"

Ding He finally finished singing the chorus, couldn't help but wet the corners of his eyes, and remembered his parents. I think of my parents who have devoted their lives to themselves and worked hard.

There are too many memories in my mind, all about my parents, and the years are urging people to grow old. Now that I have grown up, I am also estranged from my parents, and every time I go home, I can see my parents getting a little older again.

When Ding He's singing ended, the audience was quiet, and after a long time, there was no movement. The whole hall was silent, and everyone was immersed in singing, in memories.

"Bang, bang, bang......" Suddenly there was loud applause from the audience, and some girls, with red eyes, stood up and applauded.

"Okay!" the chief director suddenly clapped his hands, looked at Ding He, and said loudly.

Ding He stood up from the piano, came to the front of the stage, bowed to everyone in the audience, and then walked off the stage from the side steps.

Ding He got off the stage and passed by the table in front of the stage, at this time, the field manager and the assistant director just now, looking at Ding He's eyes, have changed dramatically. is no longer the disdain just now, but staring at Ding He with shocked eyes.

Ding He didn't pay attention to others, but walked directly towards his table, and all the people were saluting Ding He along the way.

Originally, Ding He was sitting in the corner, and no one paid attention to it, and he didn't even have an assistant, so he didn't think it posed a threat. But after Ding He finished singing, several nearby music anchors looked at Ding He with hatred.

After another half hour, all the shows were finished. The chief director stood up, took the microphone, and shouted to everyone: "Okay, all the shows are finished, right?"

After Director Chu finished shouting, he glanced around the hall and saw that no one replied, so he continued: "The show is over, everyone wait a while, we will determine the final program list, and we will notify you immediately!"

"Okay!" the audience responded.

I saw several directors of the director group, holding the records they had made, standing up, and walking towards the backstage together.

Ding He sat in his seat and looked at the people around him, everyone's expressions were different. Some people are depressed, perhaps because they are not doing well, and some people hold their heads high and seem to be confident.

After about half an hour, several members of the director team came out of the backstage. Several assistant directors returned to their seats, and only Director Chu was still on stage.

"The final list of programs for this Chinese New Year's Eve party has been selected. Director Chu held a piece of paper in his hand and announced loudly, "The language program "Celebrating the New Year" ......"

Director Chu read all the lists, and Ding He's program "Where Has Time Gone" is also among them. The program list identified 55 programs, because there are dance programs, which need to be combined with music programs, so there are more programs.

"The program read above, please stay! Others who were not selected, thank you very much for your efforts for the New Year's Eve party, but I can only say sorry to everyone!" Director Chu continued to explain after announcing the list.

Under the maintenance of order in the field affairs, the personnel who were not selected have begun to leave the site in an orderly manner. Ding He was also invited to the front table from the rear.

"Keeping everyone here is a short meeting!" Director Chu looked at the selected program, and the participants all moved forward before continuing, "First of all, let me state to everyone, although the program is selected, it doesn't mean that everyone can perform alone, understand?"

Looking at some people in the audience, with questions on their faces, Director Chu continued to explain: "This sentence means that your show may be performed with others! For example, songs and dances are combined into a show, and songs and songs become skewers. I believe that in this way, everyone can understand, right?"

"Let me ask, is there anything unacceptable? If there is, please go out and turn left!" Director Chu said, his face became serious, pointed to the door of the studio, and said in a deep voice.

"Since no one is leaving, it means that everyone can accept it!" Director Chu put away his cold face and continued with a smile, "Okay, we will help everyone combine it according to the attributes of the show." ”

"At nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, we will start the first rehearsal of the New Year's Eve party, I hope everyone will be there on time!" Director Chu glanced at the audience and continued to advise, "Please remember: Be sure to be there, because we will reorganize the show." If you can't show up, we're going to be treated as a waiver, do you hear that?"