Since Lin Chuan put forward the planning plan for "Where Are You Going, Dad", he has not been idle. ∈ ↗ Topline Novel, x.

Almost every day, I soaked in the planning department to assist my colleagues to improve the plan.

As for which star dads will be invited when the show starts, or where they will be recorded, it doesn't have much to do with him.

He is only responsible for sorting out the flow of the show, even if the task is completed.

In this way, through the overtime efforts of the entire planning department, Lin Chuan and Yuan Ye, when the investor saw this plan, he almost did not hesitate and made a decision directly.

Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and they could finally spend the New Year in peace.

Similarly, when they saw this star chairman, they had a little more respect in their eyes. They are only now truly realizing that Lin Chuan can not only sing, but also write songs, he is really talented.

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It's New Year's Eve, Chinese New Year's Eve.

This is Lin Chuan's first New Year after being reborn into this world.

On this day, whether it is the streets or alleys, they are all immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

As soon as I arrived at noon, I heard the sound of firecrackers everywhere outside.

The Spring Festival in this world is no different from Lin Chuan's previous life. If I have to say something unusual, it is that the New Year here is more flavorful and lively.

Since noon, the sound of firecrackers has not stopped, and it was not until the Spring Festival Gala in the evening that it subsided slightly.

However, fireworks of all kinds followed, illuminating the dark sky. The beautiful patterns bloom and make people dizzy.

in the living room. Lin Chuan, the old man, and Yuan Ye sat on the sofa. While wrapping dumplings, I watched the Spring Festival Gala. Don't be a three-man bag, but each dumpling is pinched out, it is very exquisite, and people who don't know will not believe it at all when they see it, these dumplings will come from the hands of a man......

Lin Yiyang sat on the side, watching TV while eating melon seeds. It may be the New Year, and the little one is not sleepy at all. When he sees an interesting sketch or cross talk, he can't help but laugh a few times.

To be honest, the quality of the Spring Festival Gala in this world is much stronger than that of Lin Chuan's world.

Listening to Yuan Ye, the programs or stars that can be on the Spring Festival Gala are all voted by the public, not a certain director or a high-ranking official, and they can make a decision directly.

Hearing this, Lin Chuan couldn't help but ask why.

Yuan Ye smiled disdainfully. only said one sentence - the Spring Festival Gala is a program that belongs to the people, if the viewing is not high, and the people don't buy it, is this still called the Spring Festival Gala?

Lin Chuan fell into deep thought......

It's past nine o'clock in the evening. The dumplings are finished.

Yuan Ye swallowed melon seeds and said, "Xiaochuan, work hard this year." Strive to have a Spring Festival Gala next year. ”

"Last Spring Festival Gala? Do? Lin Chuan was stunned.

"You think, the Spring Festival Gala is no better than other programs. On this day, almost everyone in the country watched in front of the TV, as long as they could show their heads at the Spring Festival Gala. Even if it's just to give you a shot, maybe it can make your fame soar. Yuan Ye said unashamedly.

Lin Chuan smiled very calmly, picked up a piece of candy from the plate, opened it and put it in his mouth, and said, "What's the point of giving a shot?" If you want to show your face, you have to show it for a while, and at least you have to have a song. ”

"Haha, okay, I like your confidence, then I'll wait for you to go to the Spring Festival Gala next year......" Yuan Ye said with a laugh.

At this time, Lin Yiyang turned his head, showed a blank look, and asked, "Dad, are you going to the Spring Festival Gala too?" ”

"Ah, yes." Lin Chuan smiled and nodded.

"That'...... Can I go too? Lin Yiyang thought about it and asked expectantly.

"Of course you can, let grandpa and godfather go over together, let's go to the Spring Festival Gala to watch the show, how about it?" Lin Chuan said.

Coaxing the child, Lin Chuan didn't take it seriously, just took it as a joke.

After all, the Spring Festival Gala is not like other programs or galas, there are so many star artists across the country, which one is not like going to the Spring Festival Gala to show their faces? Especially in this world, no matter how famous you are and how many fans you have, if you haven't been to the Spring Festival Gala, you can be regarded as a first-line star at most.

If you want to become a high-profile superstar, or even a superstar, you have to be able to go to the Spring Festival Gala first.

It's like the highest honor in various fields, if you want to reach the highest peak, you don't have a Nobel Prize in your hand, everything is not to be discussed.

And just like those stars who play football, no matter how many fans love them, they have never won the World Cup, and if they want to reach the top of the football king, there is always one less honor.

Lin Chuan didn't think that he could go to the Spring Festival Gala, at least for a few years, and he didn't even have to think about it.

Although he is very talented and sings well, in terms of qualifications and popularity, there are many people who can overshadow him, and there are very few trophies in his hands.

What's more, he's just a new newcomer.

The party is still going on, and a skit is being performed at the moment, but the sound of firecrackers is sounding again and again at this time.

At first, there were very few sounds, only occasionally I heard faintly heard voices coming from a distance, but after a few minutes, as if summoned by some kind of summons, the firecrackers became dense.

It's time for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

The old man sat down for a while, then stood up and said, "I'll go and make dumplings, you see." ”

"Uncle Yuan, why don't I come." Lin Chuan then stood up and said.

"It's okay, look at yours, make dumplings quickly, just a while." The old man waved his hand, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Sure enough, it didn't take long, and plates of steaming dumplings were brought out of the kitchen.

At this time, it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning.

The final countdown also began on the TV.

10……

9……

8……

7……

When the countdown reached 1, the New Year's bell rang.

At this time, the little one got up from the sofa, bent down sharply, and greeted the New Year one by one.

"Happy New Year, Grandpa, I wish you a happy New Year and good health."

"Haha, Happy New Year, Yangyang, come, this is the red envelope that grandpa gave you, keep it for yourself to buy some school supplies, don't give it to your father......" The old man took out a wrapped red envelope from his pocket and handed it over with a smile.

Subsequently, Yang Yang smiled and gave New Year's greetings to Lin Chuan and Yuan Ye. And the two were not stingy, and took out the red envelopes that had been prepared for a long time.

However, just when everyone was about to eat dumplings, Yuan Ye's phone rang, and the old man's phone rang too.

Undoubtedly, it was all text messages from friends and TV station employees.

Even Gao Mingyuan, who was far away in Kyoto, also called the old man to pay New Year's greetings.

However, at this moment, Lin Chuan's phone also rang, and when he picked it up, the word 'Wang Yue' was displayed on it. (To be continued.) )