He Xiangdong received a notice from the Spring Festival Gala program team at home, and also received an official letter from them, inviting him to the Spring Festival Gala. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiangwen Club is boiling, the Spring Festival Gala is an excellent opportunity for any artist, and no one is willing to let go of such an opportunity.

Although Xiang Wenshe is now very popular, and He Xiangdong is also red and purple, the Spring Festival Gala is still a stage that cannot be ignored for him.

And the Spring Festival Gala program group has sent him an invitation letter, this is an invitation, only the kind of person who has been set in the Spring Festival Gala program group has this qualification. Ordinary people have to pass five levels to kill six generals, step on the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, and kill them in one pass.

Now that He Xiangdong has this honor, there is a boiling within Xiangwen Society. Although Xue Guo was also smiling, his eyes were still glancing at He Xiangdong's face from time to time, how many years had he been partnered with He Xiangdong, he knew He Xiangdong too well, and he knew that He Xiangdong might not be happy now.

He Xiangdong squeezed out a smile on his face, and he didn't discourage the others. After a while, he went out with his hands behind his back.

The outermost side of the Sifang Tea House is a place to sell tea sets and all kinds of tea, and in the middle is a small garden, which can also be said to be a small aisle, very small, but the decoration is very tasteful, and then it is the place to drink tea and listen to cross talk.

He Xiangdong walked to this small garden with his hands behind his back, and there were two plane trees planted in the small garden, which were now bare, but the boss Qiu Wuyu moved a few more pots of chrysanthemums. It is the late autumn season, these pots of golden chrysanthemums are blooming brightly, and the golden striped leaves are all stretched, which is very beautiful.

He Xiangdong stared at these pots of chrysanthemums, saying that he was appreciating the flowers, but his mind didn't know where to go, and he was stunned, this is not a qualified flower admirer.

"What are you looking at? A voice sounded behind He Xiangdong, and it also pulled back He Xiangdong, who was wandering outside the world.

He Xiangdong didn't look back and knew that this was his uncle Fan Wenquan coming, he lowered his head and smiled, looked at the chrysanthemum and said, "I appreciate the flowers." ”

Fan Wenquan put his hands behind his back and squirted: "Are you pouting and appreciating a fart chrysanthemum?" Do you appreciate chrysanthemums, or do you give chrysanthemums to others?"

"Haha......" He Xiangdong was amused by Fan Wenquan, laughed a few times, suddenly fell silent, and sighed.

Fan Wenquan also knew what He Xiangdong was worried about, so he said: "Are you still worried about the Spring Festival Gala?" ”

He Xiangdong turned around and looked at Fan Wenquan's already old face and full of white hair, but it was only this turn that He Xiangdong suddenly woke up, and Uncle Shi was already old.

He Xiangdong nodded and was silent for a moment.

In the small garden there is a stone table and bench with vines on it, which is very shady in the summer, and it is planted with vines, and in the summer there are grapes to eat, and now it is almost late autumn.

However, the teahouse was also very intimate and spread cotton mats on it, so that it would not be too cold to sit on it, so Fan Wenquan sat down on the stone bench, and the teahouse guy quickly brought the tea.

He Xiangdong also sat on the stone bench next to him, drove the guys who came away, and poured himself a cup of tea for Fan Wenquan and another cup for himself.

Fan Wenquan fiddled with the cup and asked, "Are you worried that the Spring Festival Gala program team will change your cross talk into a mess?"

"Ho ......" He Xiangdong sneered, and said helplessly: "Do you still need to worry about this, isn't this a sure thing, we are a language program, not a singing and dancing program, there are too many people who can criticize our program, alas, ......"

Fan Wenquan was also silent, he knew too much about the Spring Festival Gala, after all, he had been in the system for decades, and he had also attended the Spring Festival Gala back then, he knew the door too well.

The scale of the Spring Festival Gala was larger and more comfortable, and now the Spring Festival Gala is less and less like a party, making it cautious, and it is more formal and serious than the two sessions.

For artists, this is a good place to become famous, but for artists, the environment here is much worse.

There are too many rules and regulations here, and there are too many constraints, which is equivalent to making people dance on the tip of a knife with shackles, and there are a lot of insiders and laymen who will teach you how to dance, you say death or not?

He Xiangdong has very high requirements for the quality of cross talk, Xiaoyuanzi's performances, as well as commercial performances, are naturally his final say, even if he records programs on TV stations, he has to have the final say.

Why did He Xiangdong say that the cross talk was open-mouthed in the stage, because he knew that this was not a live broadcast, of course he had to meet the needs of the audience first, so he opened his mouth to catch and smash on the spot.

He wants to put himself in a relaxed environment so that he can give full play to his strength, and as for some content that is not suitable for TV broadcasting, then he will have to cut it out when the time comes.

But in this process, his on-the-spot grasp may be very ingenious, and there will be unexpected effects.

If He Xiangdong had limited himself at the beginning, and all words could only be said according to the lines, then there would be no such effect.

Before he died, the old marquis held Mr. Ma's hand and told him not to remove the skills of smashing and hanging in cross talk, which is an important part of cross talk performance.

He Xiangdong is naturally the same, but unfortunately because of his behavior, outsiders think that he is an untamable wild horse, and even the Spring Festival Gala program team does not dare to send him an invitation.

Fan Wenquan shook his head and said to He Xiangdong: "There is nothing in the world, and mediocre people disturb themselves." Is the Spring Festival Gala a great opportunity for you?"

"Yes. He Xiangdong nodded, not only for him, but for any artist, this is the best opportunity.

Fan Wenquan said: "That's not the end, you're worried that the Spring Festival Gala program team will change your program, but you haven't tried it, do you know how they will change it for you? Isn't it philistine behavior that you don't even try, and you hesitate here?"

He Xiangdong lowered his head and smiled bitterly, admitting that what Fan Wenquan said was reasonable.

Fan Wenquan also sighed lightly, shook his head, and said: "The Spring Festival Gala is a good opportunity, as long as it is a good opportunity, we have to work hard to fight for it, how can we give up without even working hard." Try it hard, and maybe everything will be as you want it to be. Take another 10,000 steps back and say, even if the program team is messing around, you really don't want to say it, you can also go, that place is not a den of bandits, you are allowed to enter but not to leave. ”

He Xiangdong's brows stretched a lot, nodded with a smile, and figured out a lot.

Seeing this, Fan Wenquan also relieved himself.