The director on the opposite side listened to the nods again and again, and the next prompt from the director made him look at the little girl with pigtails in front of him, and his eyes lit up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"When the time is right, let me remind you, you can start from this little classmate Wang Xiaoya..."

Sure enough, he was a leader, and he was very far-sighted.

The executive director, who squatted in Qin Guan's perfect home for many days and couldn't find a breakthrough, hit Wang Xiaoya with his idea.

This little girl patted her chest and accepted it in one bite, it seems that when she grows up and goes to a matchmaking agency, she can make a gold medal, and there is no one who can protect the level of media fiber pulling.

So this is also the reason why Zhou Jing and Li Jian dragged Qin Guan here, watching the career chat is auxiliary, and the real purpose is for the recording site of the TV station not far behind this courtyard.

After listening to the causes and consequences of the people around him, Qin Guan, who was sitting on the chair, fell into a sluggish state.

"That place where we used to go to the chorus in every elementary school when we were kids?"

"Hmm..."

An era of white flour, red face, white shirt, and blue pants underneath instantly surged into Qin Guan's heart.

"That little auditorium is still like that?"

"It's not bad at all, even the unmended pit on the backstage side on the side is there."

Hearing this, Qin Guan stood up from his chair with a swish, and reconfirmed to the people in the room: "Just record a show?" Not on-site? ”

"Recorded, not live!"

"If it's inconvenient for you, forget it, you know how easy the party over there is..."

Before Zhou Jing's embarrassing words could be finished, he was stopped by his friend with a wave of his hand: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up, I want to die of those crooked folding chairs underneath." ”

In the previous auditorium, the fixed audience chairs were not the folding chairs like soft-soled sofas in the current movie theaters, but they were really made of wood to make an arc and sit on them.

In winter, just sit on it, it's really freezing!

The people in the room who got Qin Guan's approval, one of them, all followed Qin Guan towards the small auditorium of the TV station, and Zhou Jing, who locked the door at the back, unconsciously showed a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qin Guan hasn't changed at all, just like when he graduated from high school, his heart is still so soft.

……

Passing through the wooden painted gate of the alley, you will come to the small auditorium in my memory.

At this time, the actors, directors, hosts, and janitors who were still on duty during the festival stood at the door of the small auditorium, probing their brains.

When he was convinced that the tall man who was walking slowly was Qin Guan of their Y City Star, the director of the party, who could not hide his joy, rushed forward with one arrow step.

"Hello! Comrade Qin Guan, thank you for your support to the cultural cause of Quyi in Y City! ”

Qin Guan, who was holding his hands enthusiastically, was speechless for a while, can he say that he is actually here to miss the taste of his childhood?

Definitely not, because the current successor of the motherland, classmate Wang Xiaoya, squeezed out of the gap between his thighs, and ran and threw himself into the arms of the handsome and boundless little uncle.

"Uncle Qin Guan!"

"Oops, little girl!"

Those who were familiar with the road were held by Qin Guan on his arm, and as soon as he got it, he hugged the little girl.

And the fat Li Jian on the side squeezed in the direction of Cong Nianwei: "See, it's definitely to prepare for being a father, and holding children is a skilled worker." ”

"I said that you are not short of time, you will get married when it is almost time!"

Cong Nianwei raised her eyebrows at Li Jian, and the overly proud little Li Zi remembered that this was their cold squad leader who looked up from the mountains, and in this most calm look, Li Jian couldn't help but shudder.

As Qin Guan, who had been spontaneously surrounded by the staff, he walked into the rehearsal venue of the small auditorium accompanied by the director.

"Our Lantern Festival party is a recording and broadcasting method, each program has the opportunity to reshoot, and then the most exciting clips will be edited and played for the old and young masters in Y City, the main thing is to have a happy and national party."

"Of course, I'm sorry to invite you to come over and participate in our party, although the funds in the station are a little tight, but we are also a regular column, and the carriage and horse expenses will definitely not be less!"

Listening to the director using the most simple country accent to introduce the situation in the stage, I was afraid that I had wronged myself, and I felt extremely moved by the fact that I could come to such a small stage, which made Qin Guan's heart warm.

This is a sincere person.

So you can't be too perfunctory as a part of Y City, right?

Qin Guan, who put down Wang Xiaoya and let her play to the side, treated the recording of this party as his most serious work.

"So, director, what show do I need to perform?"

"Whatever you're good at, just perform, don't be afraid, if we don't have a specialty, we can go up and have a poetry recitation."

As long as Qin Guan's face appears, this person appears in the camera, that is, he recites Tang poems, and he has someone to see it.

And Qin Guan, who was discussing the selection of the program with the director in a low voice, saw the wonderful dialogue between Wang Xiaoya and the culprit who Qin Guan was able to appear here.

"Grandpa, I'm not bragging, you see Uncle Qin is here.."

"Come on, come on, it's nothing more than singing and dancing, what does it have to do with our rehearsals, your Uncle Qin is not a god, he is such a fashionable person, can he still do things with us old people?"

Two people from the grandfather's generation who are old and disrespectful, when they face a little girl, they begin to be unanimous to the outside world.

Just kidding, as young people, how can they be the most traditional country drama?

As a god assisted, Wang Xiaoya once again raised Uncle Qin to a new level.

"Nonsense! Isn't it Lu Opera! Uncle Qin definitely will! My uncle said that Uncle Qin Guan is proficient in blowing, playing and singing! ”

Look, the bull is blowing up.

And this crisp child's voice made the two old men who couldn't argue turn their attention to Qin Guan.

"It just so happens that opera pays attention to the inheritance of culture, and if Wang Xiaoya is a little student, I think it can be considered."

"Every year, the two of us old guys fight for the performance, and this year we will collectively give in, I think for a local opera that I like to see, if the local star performs it, then we can simply participate in the selection of the best performance column in the country!"

"That is, I agree with Comrade Lao Zheng's opinion." (To be continued.) )