A new year is coming. ”

"At this time of welcoming the new year, we look back on our past this year. ”

"No matter the laughter and tears, we will say goodbye to the past and look forward to a new future. ”

"Just like our homeland. No matter how much suffering the Chinese nation has experienced, it can always be reborn in the end. ”

"Yes, we will always have a future worth looking forward to. ”

"Next, I invite Han Wei and Li Ruobai, a pair of young outstanding artists, to bring us a poem "Poems from Fire". ”

"Papa!!!!!"

Applause rang out. After the host's introduction, he stepped aside, and everyone was looking forward to the next performance.

But one thing to say is that the Spring Festival Gala is indeed festive and lively, however, it is inevitable that it is in a hurry. It's really in a hurry. All programs are time-limited. This restriction is very dead, because before and after the clock at zero o'clock, it must be tightly closed, otherwise you may miss it or even jump over.

It's impossible to let this happen every year, so keep moving forward as long as you can, without delay. If it really doesn't work, you might be able to show a show after midnight, but the ratings are obviously different before and after midnight. From 11:30 to 12:00, this time is called prime time because this time period has the highest ratings. Almost all have to wait for the moment of crossing the zero point.

Then the north will cook dumplings, hold firewood, wait for guns and so on. After midnight, when eating Chinese New Year's Eve dinner or other starts, the number of people who basically watch the show will drop sharply.

It's no secret that these are said, but since they are in a hurry, the audience can feel it somewhat. It's not obvious though.

Every year at this time, Uncle Benshan will perform the finale. The so-called finale is either the end, or the best work is given in this best time period. After Uncle Benshan does not participate in the Spring Festival Gala, most of them will also put on the best sketches and even cross talk of the Spring Festival Gala that year. But apparently there is no way to do it this year, giving two sets of songs.

Until this moment, the prelude sound of the song "Into a Poem" sounded, as if it was a bit of a rush rhythm, and it slowed down throughout the night. Whether it is the audience, or in front of the TV, mobile phone and computer, they all feel a little relaxed.

And even more because the hottest pair of CPs throughout the year is simply from the start of the broadcast to the Chinese New Year's Eve of the Lunar New Year. Finally showed up to show them off.

There was a round of applause. At this moment, the stage seems to be specially arranged, no longer there is a bunch of chaotic dancers to create a lively atmosphere, and there are no particularly brilliant lights.

Melodious flute sound~

The overall color is light blue, and the sound of raindrops seems to be smashing on the stage, listening to the ears of all the audience, warming the heart.

A ladder suddenly appears on the left side of the stage. It's a real ladder, spiral-like, wrapped in a snow-white backdrop like clouds.

And Li Ruobai wore a red long dress, with long soft hair behind her back. Sitting at the top of the ladder, he slowly appeared on the stage, with a side-facing face, holding a microphone in his hand.

"Papa~"

Just such an appearance deserves another round of applause.

At the end of the prelude, Li Ruobai also picked up the microphone, and the particularly quiet atmosphere around her had been created, so that her sweet and thin voice was set off ethereal.

"It is often said that there is a time when you are poor at the end of the world. ”

"Why is it exhausted, but it can't be worth this lovesickness. ”

Li Ruobai turned his head slightly to face the audience, with bright big eyes and a shallow smile, which was also presented on the big screen.

"The frost melts into words, and the flowers bloom to write poems. But I am not good at it. ”

Gently put down the microphone and smiled sweetly at the audience, while the applause rang out again.

A male voice also sounded, first hearing the sound, then seeing people.

"Who sent me to be depressed in winter, and warm in spring. ”

Han Wei walked out in white, but he just stood on the right side of the stage, looking at Li Ruobai across the stage. The applause just now did not stop, and it was given to Han Wei who appeared again.

"Once, life and death are nullified. ”

Han Wei casually turned to face the audience.

"Feihong crossed the snow to chase the sun and add white silk, and the pain came to an abrupt end. ”

Looking at the audience with a smile: "Love is born on the fingertips, the thorns of joy." ”

Li Ruobai turned to face the audience with her hair pinned.

"I read a few words for my heart, and I don't know it. ”

"I can't go to this fire and feathers, and I'm almost stupid. ”

Han Wei's tone raised: "If you only make a promise here, I'm afraid that it will be in vain." ”

"If you don't bathe in fire, you can't make a poem. ”

After a section is sung, the interlude sounds.

Han Wei suddenly smiled and walked towards the cloud ladder. And Li Ruobai also stood up, walked down from the ladder, and when he was about to go down to the stage, it happened that Han Wei had already come over and stretched out his hand.

Li Ruobai also smiled, put his hand in his hand, and was next by Han Wei who was very gentlemanly.

"Papapa!!!!"

Applause rang out again, and the ladder was removed.

A group of backing dancers in ancient costumes came to the back of the stage and danced gracefully behind the two of them. And Han Wei and Li Ruobai also stood in the middle of the stage together, holding hands.

"People often say that at the ends of the world, there is a time when you are poor. Why is it exhausted, you can't stand this lovesickness. ”

Li Ruobai looked at Han Wei: "The frost melts into words, and the flowers bloom to write poems, but I am not good at this word." ”

Han Wei also looked at Li Ruobai: "Whoever sent me to live in a cold winter and a warm spring, once, it will be nullified of life and death." ”

The two looked at the audience together: "Feihong chased the sun across the snow to add white silk, and the pain came to an abrupt end." Love is a thorn in the tip of the finger. ”

Li Ruobai: "Recite a few words for my heart, shallow lovers don't know, I can't go to this fire and feathers, almost become stupid." ”

Han Wei: "If you only make a promise here, I'm afraid that it will be in vain." If you don't bathe in fire, you can't make a poem. ”

Li Ruobai's pitch also suddenly increased, because this was the last peak part of the chorus. At the same time, the hands held by the two also let go, and Li Ruobai held the microphone with both hands.

"In this upside-down and troubled world, shallow lovers don't know. ”

"I can't see through this fire and feathers, and I'm almost stupid. ”

Han Wei is also the same: "Immersed in the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, burned in pen and paper, write you again." ”

"If you don't bathe in fire, you can't make a poem. ”

"If you don't bathe in fire, how can you become a ...... poem"

Li Ruobai gently closed his eyes and took Han Wei's last sentence.

"Poetry~Ahhh~"

Holding the microphone in both hands, his head raised slightly: "Ah~Ahh~"

It seems that the tone is getting higher and higher: "Ah~ahah~~"

Han Wei bowed his head slightly and said: "Ah~ahah~"

Li Ruobai: "Ahhh~~Ahh~~"

Han Wei's voice pressed down more and more: "Ahhh~ah~"

And at this moment, when the audience had been quiet, he finally applauded again, and it was even more enthusiastic.

"Oh~~"

"Papa~~~"

It wasn't until the two put down the microphone, smiled at the audience, held hands again, looked at each other and smiled, and the music ended.

"Wow!!"

"Bang Bang !!!"

After warm applause, the two saluted to the audience. That's when a hiccup happened. Originally, the two were going to leave, but they held hands, but one went to the left and the other to the right.

They were stunned for a moment, and then Han Wei realized that he had made a mistake, and followed Li Ruobai, who was holding back his laughter, and hurriedly walked to the other side. I couldn't hold back my laughter.

"Hahaha!!"

was seen by the audience, but fortunately, when the host was already on stage, the camera followed the host and didn't notice him.

But the situation just now has been seen by audiences all over the country with the live broadcast. The audience below all laughed good-naturedly, and at the same time, many artists also laughed.

"You're ......"

Returning to the backstage to relax, Li Ruobai immediately slapped him with a disgusted smile.

Han Wei also smiled awkwardly: "I said I was nervous." ”

Li Ruo glanced at him in vain, exhaled and sat in the lounge looking at the TV: "Wow, that's the end of it." ”

Han Wei also sighed: "A few minutes of stage, but we prepared so long in advance and then rehearsed many times. ”

Li Ruobai squinted at him: "The result is still wrong." ”

Han Yan laughed: "That's not counted." ”

Li Ruobai ignored it, and then spoke: "Shall we go and sit in front." ”

Han Wei spread out on the sofa: "Don't go, wait until it's all over before you go out." It didn't take long anyway. ”

Li Ruobai didn't say much, he used to sit with him and watched the TV continue to broadcast the Spring Festival Gala.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for another cross talk to end, followed by the song performance of the old artist, and the host had already begun to count down to the New Year's Eve.

Li Ruobai was still a little nervous and held Han Wei's hand, and muttered softly: "10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1...... Wow oh !!"

Turning his head, he suddenly hugged Han Wei hard and smiled: "New Year's !!"

Han Wei smiled and looked at Li Ruobai's naughty and lively appearance, and at this moment, the TV was also showing the sound of the zero o'clock clock and fireworks everywhere.

Han Wei fixed Li Ruobai: "Hey." What does the New Year mean?"

Li Ruobai's smile was still on his face, and he subconsciously asked, "What does it mean?"

Han Wei poked her cheek with his finger: "It means that you are a year older again, 26 years old, and Xiao Huadan's small words are waving goodbye to you." ”

Li Ruobai's face instantly fell, and he slapped Han Wei's hand away and looked at him with big eyes.

Han Wei just laughed, but there were basically few subsequent shows. There is actually a sketch of Liang Fan, but it is a multi-person sketch, and she is one of them.

After that, the lively atmosphere came to an end.

The song "Happy Tonight" drew a perfect end to the 2018 Spring Festival Gala.

The whole Spring Festival Gala is over.

"Good work. Hard ......"

"Goodbye. ”

As a result, there was really no need to say goodbye, and several of them had already left after performing in advance.

Only Liang Fan is still familiar. chatted a few words, said goodbye to each other, and said a word to the program team. also politely sent a red envelope. Not much, just meaningful.

After all, it never costs money to invite artists to the Spring Festival Gala.

"Shall we go then?"

Li Ruobai motioned to Han Wei, and Han Wei said, "Go to me." ”

Li Ruobai subconsciously looked around, and Han Wei couldn't bear to drag her: "It's the New Year." The paparazzi also want to go home and eat dumplings. I'm still staring at you at this time, why don't you have a long heart?"

Li Ruobai smiled, followed Han Li hand in hand and got into the nanny car, and at this moment on Chinese New Year's Eve, he returned to his rented place with Han Wei.

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