In the face of people's uproar, Liu Zigang also officially announced the news that Mr. Li Xinghai was suddenly sick and admitted to the hospital. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Only then did people understand that the Tang people had come here temporarily.

The previous Golden Eagle Festival is a feast, although the content of the cultural evening is a bit boring, but there are also a lot of people watching it in front of the TV computer.

After all, so many bigwigs are here, and many artists are still back, and when the audience in front of the TV computer heard the host announce the curtain and actually reported the name of the Tang people, the Internet suddenly exploded!

"Did I hear it wrong?"

"Same question? Did I just hear the name of the Tang people? ”

"Holy! Did you hear that? I heard it too! ”

"Hope recitation. Performer, Tang people. Did you hear that? ”

"That's right!"

"I guess I heard it wrong, the Tang people have disappeared for so long? How did it appear on the Golden Eagle Festival? ”

But the introduction of the show and the appearance of the Tang people proved that they heard it right.

Look at the name of the program written in the bottom left corner of the screen: Wish to recite. Performer: Tang Ren.

When they saw the face that was still so handsome that they had no friends, everyone was shocked!

"Holy! No way! No way! It's really a Chinese person!! ”

"Oh my God! It turned out to be a Tang recitation!! ”

"That's not right! Isn't this recitation a program for Mr. Li Xinghai? How did you become a Tang man? ”

"Yes! I remember it was Mr. Li? How did you change it to a Tang person? ”

Soon, the official Weibo of the Golden Eagle and a number of media reported: the famous artist Li Xinghai's predecessor suddenly suffered from acute appendicitis before the Golden Eagle Festival and was sent to the hospital!!

Only then did netizens know that Tang Ren was here to save the scene.

"Can the Tang people still recite?"

"I don't know."

"Probably not, recitation is not like we read texts, and we can't do it at all if we don't have a few years of foundation, you see that Mr. Li has been practicing recitation for so long, and there are only a few works that he can come up with. And how many young people do you think are willing to learn to recite now? ”

"Also, aren't the Tang people making movies all year round, and they don't have time to do this."

"Then what did he come up for?"

"You ask me how I know, will Shonantai find no one and pull one over at random."

"How is that possible? You still don't know the relationship between the Tang people and Shonantai, they can make the Tang people jump in such a fire pit? ”

"Not necessarily, you think, no one else would be willing to jump in such a fire pit, but if no one jumps, it will be a major mistake, so with the relationship between the Tang people and Shonantai, it is not impossible for him to come out to make up for this pit!"

"I'll go! What I said upstairs makes sense, the Tang people are using their popularity and reputation to fill in the hole for the Golden Eagle Festival! ”

"Look, there seems to be a change on the stage!"

"Alas!"

On the spot, there has indeed been a change.

Tang Ren stood on the stage with a smile on his face at this time, but his heart felt as if he had fallen into an abyss.

After walking on stage, the Tang people immediately saw the teleprompter, but a sentence on the teleprompter made the Tang's heart sink.

The teleprompter has a sentence written on it: Good luck.

And the dancers who were supposed to follow the Tang people after they came on the stage did not appear, and there were no special effects behind them.

The current situation is that the Tang people stand on the stage alone like a fool, with no music, no background, no backup dance, and not even lines!

Backstage, Fu Fei, Huang Ding, Zhao Shun and others all blew up!

"What about the backing dance?! What about the people in the dance troupe?! Fu Fei held the walkie-talkie to the other end and shouted loudly, as the chief director of the show, he must sit in the director studio, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable.

Huang Ding rushed directly into the rest place of the dance troupe in charge of the backup dance.

At this time, the people of the dance troupe were changing their clothes and putting on makeup.

"What are you doing? I don't know I'm going to play?! Huang Ding's eyes were red and he roared.

Huang Ding's appearance frightened everyone in the dance troupe, and a person in charge immediately came over and said, "Director Huang, we have been notified that we don't need to go on this time." ”

"Notice? What's the notification? Huang Ding asked the man in a hoarse voice.

The person in charge swallowed his saliva and said, "We just received the news that it was because Mr. Li Xinghai went to the hospital, so we don't need to play this show, let us prepare the costumes for the next show." ”

"Who gave you the notice?" Huang Ding's whole person is like an angry lion.

"Assistant Kong." The person in charge has realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Assistant Kong?" Huang Ding was puzzled: "Whose assistant?" ”

"Assistant Kong is Deputy Director Zhang's assistant." The person in charge said weakly.

"Grass! This king and eight calves set us up!! Huang Ding scolded a swear word directly in front of a group of people, and forcibly held back the anger in his heart, Huang Ding asked: "How long will it take for your people to play the fastest now?" ”

After settling accounts, it is said that the top priority now is to solve this problem, and then let the Tang people stand on it alone like a fool, who knows what will happen.

"That Huang Director, because we thought we didn't have to play, the actors' costumes and makeup were all changed, and it would take six minutes to complete it at the earliest!"

"Grass!" Huang Ding burst into a foul mouth: "Okay, you continue to prepare for the next show." ”

Six minutes, a show is over.

"Bastard, surnamed Zhang, you wait for me!" Huang Ding peeled the skin of the man surnamed Zhang at this time!

Just when Huang Ding and the others were anxious to find a way backstage, there was another change on the stage, the headlights in the hall suddenly went out, and a pillar of light on the stage fell on Tang Ren's body.

The focus of everyone in the entire venue was on the Tang people.

"Tamad! Who did this to you! Who turned off the lights!! In the broadcast studio, Fu Fei almost smashed the machine when he saw this, this is really killing the Tang people.

"Director Fu, it's not us, I don't know who strung off our switch here! We can't control the lights in the hall anymore. A staff member kept fiddling with a few buttons, but to no avail.

"Zhang Ping, it must be him, only he can arrange for someone to change our line!" Fu Fei already knew who was stumbling on them again at this time.

The Tang people used to like it very much, the feeling of being in the spotlight.

But now, he very much wishes he could be invisible.

I was pitted, I was pitted!

And the person who pits himself has the idea of putting himself to death.

With the lights on, some of the Tang people's movements would not be noticed, but now, even if the Tang people blinked, they could be seen clearly.

Tang Ren kept a smile on his face, but he couldn't even cry in his heart.

Is it that my wisdom has been ruined here?

Am I at the mercy of others?

No, it won't!

Tang Ren's eyes changed.

No matter who wants to fix himself, he will never do what he wants.

No music?

No background?

No backing dance?

No lines?

It doesn't matter, since that's the case, let's make the storm more violent! (To be continued.) )