With the passage of time, Zhengji also felt that the atmosphere in the backstage hall gradually condensed, and the staff also began to count the number of people, nervously arranged the order, Zhou Bo appeared in person backstage, soon, the first group of dancers and other performers were ready to go, Zhengji no longer moved, and Princess Naying sat in the preparation hall, in the backstage of the Spring Festival Gala, there is also a big screen, always live broadcast the progress of the front desk, not only Zhengji, most of the performers are concerned about the screen, calculating the approximate time of their appearance, looking forward to this memorable moment。

"The first performers are ready, the second group is ready," Zhou Bo shouted to the performers in the hall, he was also a little nervous, this was also his first time directing the Spring Festival Gala, and he was secretly looking forward to not making any mistakes.

With a burst of melodious music, the prelude to the Spring Festival Gala on the screen gradually opened, and several big characters of the Spring Festival Gala also appeared on the screen, and the actors in the background could also hear the warm applause of the audience, and everyone stared at the big screen with bated breath.

At this time, in Yuanping, thousands of miles away, Zheng Xueyi's family, Zheng Xueping's wife and his second uncle's family were also staring motionlessly at the clear patterns on the huge screen of the newly bought color TV, and the Spring Festival Gala was being broadcast on TV.

"This big TV is really good, this clarity, this volume, it's simply amazing", the second uncle listened to the melodious music at the beginning of the Spring Festival Gala played out from the TV stereo, and said with emotion, when he learned that his nephew's family had changed to a bigger one, he made a decision, this year, the family also came to Xueyi's house to watch the Spring Festival Gala, this is a memorable day, and the family wants to witness this moment together.

"Yes, it's really a lot clearer, I don't know when Xiao Zheng will come to power, and I don't know if he's nervous backstage now?" Zheng Xueyi said as he looked at the exquisite Spring Festival Gala stage on the screen.

"Xiao Zheng is a person who has seen the big world, so he will not be nervous," Zheng Xueyi's wife Zhang Xiu said with a smile.

"The dumplings are also hot, everyone eats and watches," Zheng Xueping was much calmer at the moment, and his son believed it himself, and brought out a pot of steaming dumplings and said to everyone.

"When Xiao Zheng comes out, you remember to sue me, my eyes are not good, and I can't see clearly," Grandma Masaki said as she sat on the kang and looked at the TV screen with her eyes.

"Mom, don't worry, you've already said it several times, when Xiaozheng comes out, I'll be the first to sue you", Li Xuemei smiled and took Grandma Zhengji's hand and said.

"Hey, then I'll rest assured", a smile appeared on the old man's face, and the wrinkles seemed to have stretched a lot.

At this moment, not only in Zheng Xueyi's house, but also in the small family of Fan Chengjia, Du Xiaokang and others, in Liu Lu's house, in the house of Zhengji's classmates, teachers and principals, and in the homes of almost most of Zhengji's relatives and friends, the TV channels at this moment are staying in the central one, and the topics of discussion are also related to political discipline at the moment, and countless people who are concerned about Zhengji are looking forward to the moment when Zhengji appears.

The wonderful Spring Festival Gala is going smoothly, Masaki sits backstage and looks at the familiar performances he has seen in his previous life on the screen, there is a wonderful feeling of time confusion, once upon a time, how could he have thought that he would be backstage in the Spring Festival Gala, watching the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala close at hand, and even greeting each other with the actors at the end of the performance, congratulating each other, all of this is like a dream, he is deeply afraid, he woke up and returned to the dark dozens of square meters of small rental house.

"Na Ying, princess, the next one is your show, go to the exit and prepare", at this time, the voice of the assistant director came, and the second daughter, who had already prepared well in the seat, immediately stood up.

"Come on, I'm waiting for your good news," Masaki said with a smile as he gestured to the two of them with a cheering gesture.

"Well, you too, come on!" Na Ying took a deep breath, nodded and said seriously, and the two walked towards the exit behind the scenes.

The familiar melody of "Meet Ninety-Eight" sounded, Na Ying and the princess appeared in the center of the stage hand in hand, and there were two dancers on the stage with the main color of the dark color doing soft dance moves along with the music.

Masaki simply closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair quietly, the beautiful singing of the two swirled in his mind, and before he knew it, he was completely relaxed, and the tension at the beginning gradually disappeared.

"Sister, look, isn't that Sister Naying, she sings so beautifully!" Song Laoyi's family sat around the wine table, and Bai Yiyi, who was watching the TV, pointed to Na Ying who was singing on the screen and said excitedly.

"Well, I saw it, isn't this the song "Meet Ninety-Eight" written by your brother Zhengji?" Song Yu nodded and said.

"If you want to talk about creation, this kid Zhengji really doesn't have to say, you say how long his brain is, no matter what type of song can be created", Song Liang and the old man drank a glass of wine, looked at Na Ying and the princess on the stage and sighed.

"Sister, do you remember that Brother Zhengji is the first to appear, why hasn't he been yet?" Bai Yiyi asked curiously.

"It should be soon, there will be three or four more programs, probably your political brother's program", Song Yu thought about it and said.

And in the set of political discipline, Wang Fang and Han Yang sat on the sofa, there were some wine bottles and snacks on the coffee table, Wang Fang held a bag of potato chips in his hand, and ate them one by one with relish, they didn't go home during the Spring Festival, fortunately, with each other's company, it was not lonely, Wang Fang glanced at Han Yang, who was drinking beer in small sips, and also took a can of beer and opened it with a "pop", drank two sips, wiped the corners of his mouth, and found that Han Yang was looking at her in a daze, as if he had never seen her.

"What's wrong?, is there anything on my face?" Wang Fang touched his face and asked a little strangely.

"Well, it's nothing, I just didn't expect you to drink too", Han Yang's face turned red imperceptibly, his eyes wandered and he didn't dare to look at Wang Fang, in the dead of night, lonely men and widows, or on such a special day, even he had some inexplicable expectations, but when he thought of Zhengji, he forcibly suppressed his thoughts, he didn't know what kind of status Wang Fang belonged to Zhengji, classmate, friend, or lover? But after such a long period of contact, he found that Zhengji didn't seem to have that meaning to Wang Fang, but more like Wang Fang's unrequited love.

"What are you doing, are you homesick?" Wang Fang's gentle voice sounded in his ears, waking him up from his contemplation.

"No, I'm wondering when the political boss will appear," Han Yang lied, watching the program on the TV screen.

"Zhengji, it will always come out, I'm looking forward to it", Wang Fang took another sip of wine, his face was red, and his eyes were a little confused, looking at the performers on TV.

"Hey, isn't this Sister Na Ying, she's there too!" Han Yang looked at the two new singers, and suddenly pointed to the woman on the left hand side of them and said in surprise.

"Na Ying, do you know her?" Wang Fang was stunned, she knew that Na Ying was a star, but looking at Han Yang's words, she seemed to have had close contact.

"Well, that was a few months ago," Han Yang nodded, and told Wang Fang about the process of building up with Masaki Naying on the seashore of Shencheng.

Wang Fang listened to the beautiful Na Ying on the screen blankly, listened to her beautiful singing, and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Han Yang, do you say that it is possible for me and Zhengji?" Wang Fang suddenly opened his mouth and said to Han Yang the question that he had been hovering in his heart.

Han Yang choked, almost spit out the beer he had just swallowed in his throat, he didn't expect Wang Fang to suddenly talk to him about such a private topic, he glanced at Wang Fang, but saw that her eyes were blurred, her face was red, and she looked drunk.

Han Yang looked at her quietly, thought about it, nodded and shook his head, and said, " Feelings, it's hard to say, everything is possible, but if you tell the truth, I feel that Zhengji and you and I are not people in the same world, his world is too vast, even if you and I don't sleep endlessly, we may not be able to catch up with his pace, Sister Fang, in fact, I can see what you mean to the political president, but on the political president's side, to be honest, the political general manager also has a good impression of you, but it is limited to a good impression, if you want to go further, it depends on Sister Fang yourself."

"Is it really too far away? Is it limited to good feelings?" Wang Fang felt a little sour in her heart, looking at Na Ying on TV, if she said that she was too far away from his world, then what about these stars on TV? Will Na Ying be closer to Masaki? If you had to choose, would Masaki choose her or herself?

Wang Fang, who was deep in thought, stopped talking, Han Yang did not speak again, and the room fell silent for a while.

"Mr. Masaki, the next show is your appearance, please go backstage and prepare", Zhou Bo's voice woke up Masaki who closed his eyes and calmed down.

"It's my turn so soon, okay, I'll go right away", Masaki immediately stood up and said thank you to Zhou Bo, and walked towards the exit where he was ready to appear.

"In the era of peace, the mission of peace, our army is on the side of the people whether in war or in peacetime, with blood and life tirelessly protect our beautiful life, with them, our days can be more stable, with them, our tomorrow can be better, with them, our motherland will be more prosperous, in this era of peace, let us always remember those soldiers who are silently guarding our side, next, please bring a song "Loyal to the Country" Dedicated to every soldier who loves the country and loves peace here", the host's subdued voice sounded in the studio hall and spread all over the country through cables!