122. Those things about the Spring Festival Gala

Magic City, Jing'an District.

Miss Jiang's family belongs to the middle class, a small rich family, although they are not like local tyrants who can spend their money, but their lives are still quite nourishing.

The location of this residential area is still good, the environment is also comfortable, Miss Jiang was born and grew up in Si, and the magic capital is becoming more and more prosperous year by year.

Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, a day for families to celebrate.

Dad Jiang came out of the kitchen with the dishes, first skillfully untied his apron, and then called out to his daughter who was watching TV in the living room: "Nannan, come over for dinner, eight treasure rice, egg dumplings, smoked fish, oil gluten stuffed meat, buckle three wires, are your favorite food." ”

In Miss Jiang's words, my mother is a person who has never been in the kitchen in her life, and the closest thing she has ever done to "cooking" is to sprinkle salt on my wounds.

"Usually Nong doesn't watch the Spring Festival Gala, and he doesn't know what's going on today. Looking at her daughter who was still sitting on the sofa and couldn't get up, Jiang's mother couldn't help but complain.

"Just come, come on, what to urge, it's not bad for a minute or two, just come after reading. Miss Jiang was talking with her mouth, but her eyes were looking intently at the TV screen, and her face showed an aunt-like smile.

At this time, just after half past seven, CCTV was broadcasting the warm-up program of the Spring Festival Gala, and the three hosts sat in the studio and talked nonsense, and from time to time put a few small tidbits of stars out to satisfy the audience's eyes.

"CCTV Spring Festival Gala, just ask if you want to ask, hello everyone, I'm reporter Xu Zhuoyang, I'll help you ask. A host who looked like Ma Yun appeared on the screen, still holding several large hand cards in his hand, and he said: "Hehe, one question is accurate, now what I want to ask is, Dangdangdang." ”

This product actually dubbed its own sound effects.,Forcibly sell cute.,The most deadly.,You're not this type of old good?。

The camera cuts over, Han Fei is wearing a red knitted sweater, and he takes the microphone of reporter Xu in his hand, and the CCTV logo appears impressively.

Xu Zhuoyang: "One sentence to describe the CCTV Spring Festival Gala. ”

Han Fei: "High-end atmosphere and grade. ”

Xu Zhuoyang: "One sentence to describe the feeling of going to the CCTV Spring Festival Gala. ”

Han Fei: "It feels like I've reached the pinnacle of my life. ”

"One sentence to describe how it feels right now. ”

"I was so nervous that my hands were sweating. ”

"Describe yourself in one sentence. ”

"Perfect, hahahaha. ”

In one sentence, I recommend myself to the program of this year's Spring Festival Gala. ”

"Don't miss it when you walk by. ”

"The best gift I've ever received. ”

"A jersey. ”

"My favorite thing to do. ”

"Go live and watch football. ”

"One of my favorite poems. ”

“*******。 ”

"The superpower I want to have. ”

"Wolverine's limitless resilience. ”

"I'm the director, you're the actor, immediately enter the play and say the most touching sentence. ”

"There was once a sincere love in front of me, I didn't cherish it, and I regretted it when I lost it, and there is nothing more painful in the world than this. If God could give me a chance to do it all over again, I would say three words to that girl: I love you. If I had to put a time limit on this love, I would like it to be 10,000 years."

At the end of the quick question and answer session, reporter Xu smiled: "Finally, let's have a finishing touch, please make a high-spirited expression." ”

Han Fei took a deep breath and raised his right hand high, like Gao Tanma in college tai chi, with an exaggerated face.

"Hahahaha, this action is so stupid, and the questions answered are also stupid. Miss Jiang looked at Han Fei's interview on the screen, and smiled so much that she covered her pillow and turned over and over on the sofa.

"What's so funny about laughing like this. Miss Jiang didn't move for a long time, and Mother Jiang ran over from the restaurant, stood on the side of the sofa and stopped for a while, and asked, "Is this star the one in "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree"?"

"Mom, are you still looking at this?" Miss Jiang turned over and looked at her mother with an expression full of incredulity.

Jiang's mother glanced at her daughter and said, "Look at your expression, do you and I look like such outdated people? ”

"What do you think?" asked Miss Jiang with a smile on her face.

Jiang's mother thought for a while and said, "The movie is okay, Zhang Yimou filmed those years too beautifully, how could we be so beautiful at the beginning." ”

"No, I'm asking you how is the male protagonist?" Miss Jiang twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a sly smile, her eyes full of routines.

Jiang's mother nodded and praised: "He looks very handsome, and his acting is also good, a little more handsome than your father back then." ”

"Impossible, when I went to the mountains and went to the countryside, I was the most handsome one on the farm. Dad Jiang in the restaurant heard his wife's comment and expressed strong protest.

"Haha, Dad, you're still jealous. Miss Jiang was happy again.

Dad Jiang said with an arrogant face: "He is a little taller than me at most, and he can't be more handsome than when I was young, by the way, why do I think he is a little familiar?"

"Yes, I also think it's quite familiar, which movie have you seen it?"

"Hey, guess what. Miss Jiang stood up and walked to the kitchen, smiling brighter than a spring flower.

……

Backstage in CCTV Studio 1, Han Fei and Little Yellow Duck have already put on makeup and are preparing to wait, their show was changed to the fourth on stage during the penultimate rehearsal, although it was a bit rushed, but they were able to go home early for a reunion dinner, and they didn't have to wait until twelve o'clock to listen to Li Guyi's grandmother sing "Unforgettable Tonight" before returning home.

Han Fei is reviewing the details of the rehearsal with his eyes closed, and he doesn't know what year it started, the singing programs of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala have become lip-synching, this time Han Fei and Little Yellow Duck's program is still lip-syncing, and they recorded the audio of "Hawthorn Tree" together in the station on the twenty-fifth day of the New Year, and they only need to lip-sync tonight.

Whew, whew, the little yellow duck on the side kept taking deep breaths, as a senior in high school, it was the first time she had experienced such a big scene, and she was tired of bearing the wisdom and beauty that did not belong to this age at a young age.

"Aren't you nervous, Brother Fi?" asked the little yellow duck.

Han Fei chuckled: "It's okay, it's lip-synching anyway, there's nothing to be nervous about, I really sang at the New Year's Eve concert, and I was nervous at that time." ”

"Alas, my palms are almost in a pond, and this scene is so grand that I feel like I'm almost out of breath. Zhou Dongyu stretched out his hands, and his palms reflected the halo under the illumination of the light, and he was so nervous that his hands were sweaty.

Han Fei continued to enlighten: "It's okay, we are actors, tonight's task is lip-syncing, this is much less difficult than acting in Director Zhang's play, Director Zhang, you can handle it, isn't this a piece of cake?"

"What if I don't have the right lip sync?"

"No, you have to believe in your acting. ”

"What if it's really not right?"

"Didn't we record the rehearsal once, even if the donkey's lips are not the right horse's mouth, the director will use the best one in the rehearsal to switch, and it will not be out of the basket. ”

The two were talking, and the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala of the Year of the Rabbit officially kicked off, and the first program was the opening song and dance, sung by Han Geng, Cherry, and Dong Jie. Then the six giants of the CCTV hosting industry came out together, chattering and reading the opening speech, one after another, the copywriting was not to be said, and the momentum was full.

followed by the national song and dance "Sky Blue Blue", which was sung by Master Song, and the accompanying dance was the big song team of a minority autonomous prefecture in the southwest.

"Let's go, it's time for us when this group comedy is over. Han Fei reminded.

"Not nervous, not nervous, not nervous. The little yellow duck muttered to himself to cheer himself up.

……

"Dad, Mom, look, my brother is out. ”

"I saw it, I saw it. ”

"Handsome, my son is so handsome. ”

Han Fei was at home in the imperial capital, his parents and sister were sitting on the sofa in the living room, their eyes unblinking, for fear of missing even a second, in his parents' worldview, it was a great achievement to be able to appear on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

Subtitles are typed on the screen:

The Hawthorn Tree

Composer: Ro's Gold

Lyrics: Piripinko

Singer: Han Fei Zhou Dongyu

"Hey, why do you feel like my brother can't sing hard?" Han Lin seemed to notice something, frowning and questioning.

"That's because your brother sings well, and it is effortless for a capable person to sing. Han's father was so happy at this moment, he naturally frantically touted his son.

Han's mother also chimed in: "Yes, that's your brother's level." ”

……

Magic capital, Miss Jiang has finished eating the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, the dishes and chopsticks are not in a hurry to clean up, she impatiently dragged her parents to watch the Spring Festival Gala, making Jiang's father and Jiang's mother confused, did we meet a fake daughter, she seems to have been not enthusiastic about the Spring Festival Gala in the past few years, why did she suddenly change her personality this year?

"This is a tune from the former Soviet Union, and listening to this tune is in the same vein as "Katyusha". Dad Jiang held a cup of fragrant tea, tasting it and commenting on the program on TV.

Although Miss Jiang's eyes were staring at the screen, she asked, "Dad, do you know this?"

"Of course, your father was a literary backbone at the beginning. Jiang's mother interjected and said, "But this young man sings very well, and he is also good-looking." ”

"You, you, how do you know how to talk about other people's looks. Jiang's father did not agree with the approach of Jiang's mother appearance association.

Mother Jiang didn't give an inch of land, and continued to talk and said: "Then I don't know him, I must only look at the first impression first, I'm not a god, can I still see other people's inner thoughts?"

"Oh, Dad, Mom, can you not be noisy, can't you watch the show well?" Miss Jiang pouted and complained.

"Okay, listen to you, you're the biggest in our family. Jiang's father, who had the lowest status in the family, was the first to compromise.

"Well, it's good. The more Jiang Ma looked, the more satisfied she became.

Miss Jiang looked back and glanced at her mother, "Hey, it's over, it's over, it's so easy to be defeated?"

"The song gently ripples on the water at dusk,

The factory in the twilight has flashed,

The lights of the windows of the train are shining brightly,

Under the hawthorn tree, two young men are looking forward to me,

When the loud whistle has just stopped,

So I walked down the path to the bottom of the tree.

The breeze blows under the dense hawthorn trees,

Blowing the hair of the young whirler and the blacksmith,

The dense hawthorn tree is full of white flowers,

Our hawthorn tree, why does it grieve......"

On the stage, a green background, red hawthorn flower imprints gradually appeared on the LED screen, Han Fei and the little yellow duck came out from both sides of the stage, one was personable, the other was young and lovely, both of them had good acting skills, lip-syncing was a low-difficulty challenge, aside from the tension, the little yellow duck could also hold the handle.

One show, six rehearsals, three times without an audience, three times with an audience, plus this last live broadcast, seven successes, it really feels like a World Cup.

After singing the song, Han Fei and Zhou Dongyu got off the stage with the elevator on the stage, the two looked at each other and smiled, and finally completed a task.

Han Fei stretched and said, "It's not easy, it took so long to finally show the best few minutes." ”

"yes, it's too stressful. Zhou Dongyu rubbed the corner of his clothes with his hand, obviously wiping the sweat from his hands.

"Okay, go back to the lounge to change clothes, I'll go first, Happy New Year, I'm waiting for you to take the art exam at Nortel." ”

"Happy New Year, I wish me a smooth passage in this year's art examination, and I wish you a better development in the new year. ”

Walking out of the studio, Sister Fan was waiting for him at the exit, and he suddenly received a text message: "The third child said to Jingqiu that I will wait for you to be twenty-five years old, oops, it seems that I will be twenty-five years old this year, and you are only twenty-three, so angry, do you say that there will be people who will make irresponsible remarks about our sister and brother in the future."

Alas, but it doesn't seem to be able to care so much, falling in love is falling in love, I'm imprinting the mark of the Zixia Fairy on you, don't you want to leave me behind, or I'll chase you to the ends of the earth.

Hee-hee, I made you wait until you are twenty-five years old, I won't make you wait for a lifetime like Jingqiu, Happy New Year, dear. ”

Han Fei let out a laugh from the inside out, he put his mobile phone in his pocket, and strode towards Sister Fan's car, 2011, it is really worth looking forward to.