February 8, 1986, the twenty-ninth day of the lunar calendar, the seventh day of the number nine and the thirty-nineth.

The lights in front of the Beijing Workers' Gymnasium are colorful.

The red carpet runs from the lobby of the stadium to the side of the road.

The red festive atmosphere seemed to dilute the cold of the night wind, and groups of people in the courtyard gathered around laughing and talking, and laughter came out from time to time.

The time was 7:20 p.m., which was not yet dark in some provinces in the south, but it had been dark in the north for three hours.

Reporters from several major newspapers supported cameras on the red carpet, and television recorders and live broadcast machines were already in place.

This is a scene where the actors enter the venue before preparing for the recording (live) of the party.

Live programs generally deliberately set a certain amount of delay to prevent some emergencies, and those scenes recorded in advance are prepared for emergencies.

As time went by, the preparations of the various departments were completed, Director Huang received the news from the various departments, looked at his watch, took a deep breath, picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "Attention of all departments, the live broadcast of the 86 Spring Festival Gala, the first act, the actors enter the scene, start." ”

As soon as his words fell, the lights flashed not far away, and an all-white Shanghai sedan started to light and drove over slowly. Here the camera immediately enters the image capture.

The car drove to the head of the red carpet and stopped, and the young man dressed as a hotel doorman standing on the side stepped forward to open the car door, stretched out his right arm to support the hand of the person inside, and welcomed the person out of the car. That's right, the doorman wears the logo of Hexiang Hotel on his chest, which is the advertising insertion of Chiguoguo.

The first car to get down was Jiang Kun, Liu Xiaoqing, Xiaolin, and Wang Gang.

The four people got out of the car, tidied up their clothes, looked up at the brightly lit stadium gate, looked at each other, stepped on the red carpet together, walked along the red carpet to the front hall of the gate, and stopped in front of a fixed camera here. Jiang Kun (Liu Xiaoqing laughing at Lin Wang Gang) greeted the national audience for the New Year, wishing the national TV audience a prosperous Year of the Tiger. ”

Then the four of them stood at the door in pairs to greet the next actors.

Shanghai cars drove over one by one, and the actors walked through the red carpet one by one, signed autographs, greeted the New Year, and then entered the hall.

The original auditorium is now all closed, and the audience enters the real stadium auditorium directly from the external staircase, which is almost full at this time, and the employees of Hexiang Kee are sitting directly opposite the stage in neat costumes, each holding a small national flag in their hands, and a small national flag is also pasted on the right side of their face.

Zhang Xingming and the second brother accompanied Mr. Shen, Director Wen, Deputy Director Xiao and Liu Weimin to sit in the actor waiting area below, and the six of them accompanied an old man with silver hair and a little hunchback, but full of spirit, Pu Lao.

The entrance to the actor area is full of double posts, accompanied by a Golden Sun employee, and the actors need to sign in and go through security checks before they can enter.

In the corridor outside the door, the atmosphere is relatively very tense, three meters apiece, two walls are full of heavily armed PLA soldiers, and there are also sentry posts outside the gymnasium, but they are all hidden in the dark, unless the camera deliberately captures it.

There is also a People's Liberation Army guard on the audience on the second floor, and all those who enter must pass through the security check, which is a normal routine inspection, even if the gate of CCTV enters in the future, it will also be subject to such inspection.

Music was playing in the venue, the staff was running around making final preparations, and the studio on the side of the stage was the busiest, debugging various signals, checking the broadcast signals, switching positions, and the final debugging of the sound system and lighting system.

There are dozens of large and small display screens in front of him, and the middle two are the largest, one is the real-time broadcast signal, and the other is the live signal in the field.

Here Zhang Xingming sat on the chair, whispered to the second brother, talked about the situation during this time, and then briefly said the plans for the new year, there are some things that the second brother needs to do, but he will give the second brother a detailed plan.

Old Man Shen and Pu Lao got together and said something, Pu Lao smiled and nodded from time to time, Director Wen smiled faintly and accompanied him, Deputy Director Xiao swept around the venue with a serious face, and Director Liu held the teacup and looked at his nose and heart.

After the actors entered the venue, the camera cut back to the venue, and a group of children wearing tiger baby costumes had gone up on the stage, and the host also took the stage with his hand, and the music stopped and the party began.

"Dear friends of the national television audience, compatriots from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, overseas Chinese, soldiers of the People's Liberation Army stationed on the borders of the motherland, workers and friends who are still working in production posts on this night, everyone, happy new year. This is China Central Television, in 1986, the Spring Festival Gala of the Year of the Tiger, we represent the people of all ethnic groups in the country, on behalf of the party and the country, here to give you New Year's greetings. ”

The four hosts started the opening speech surrounded by a group of little tigers, and the opening animation began to play on the screen behind them.

The fierce sound of gongs and drums sounded, a group of little tigers hugged the host and got off the stage, and a group of men from northern Shaanxi wearing sheepskin jackets wrapped around white towels and red ribbons danced on the stage, and began the waist drum performance in a rough cry of "ha" and "drink", and the screen behind was the roaring Yellow River of the Loess Plateau.

Here, Godfather Liu was taken by the staff to Zhang Xingming's table, Zhang Xingming pulled him to introduce everyone present, Godfather Liu greeted and shook hands one by one, a little excited, at this time he was not a later godfather, but just an ordinary cadre of the computer institute.

On the other side, in the place where the camera can't shoot, some people from the Beijing Office are busy making dumplings and making dumplings here, everyone has a smile on their faces, talking happily while working, the master Fu has a serious face to adjust the filling, with cold dishes, here he is the most nervous, the big leader above wants to eat the dumplings and dishes he made, for a chef, this is the highest honor.

The shows went on one by one, and Mr. Pu watched with great interest, and said a few words to Mr. Shen from time to time.

Finally arrived at the wedding, and the staff came over to put on the officiant's red flower for Pu Lao and helped him to the stage.

"Maybe I say goodbye and won't come back. The music sounded slowly, Yuan Li's singing sounded, and the screen kept flashing the famous editing shots of the Laoshan frontline, the people watching were enthusiastic, and the married couple wore military uniforms and saluted the camera in the song, and Pu Lao smiled and sent them blessings.

Godfather Liu leaned into Zhang Xingming's ear and said: "This design is good, it feels so good, this song was written by you? ”

Director Wen also nodded and said: "At the whole party, Xiao Zhang, the two songs you wrote are the most appropriate, I didn't expect you to have these two moments, you can't be lazy in the future, you have to go on if you need to." Zhang Xingming agreed with a red face.

Old Man Shen was smiling from ear to ear, Zhang Xingming is now his own grandson, and he is happy from the bottom of his heart to show his face like this.

Shen Yunqiu sat next to Zhang Xingming, leaned over and whispered, "You write it?"

Zhang Xingming glanced at her and said, "Why can't I write songs?"

Shen Yunqiu didn't squeak, drinking tea, not knowing what he was thinking.