Chapter 221: All the Audience Passes and Returns to the East China Sea!!
Hall......
Corridor......
Lounge area......
There are too many celebrities here, because Han Yanrou and others have just come, and they are tightly wrapped in masks and sunglasses, and the stars in the circle that Han Yanrou knows are remarkable, there are only a few, and almost no one recognizes Han Yanrou.
As for Brother Long, who entered early, there was no shadow in the corridor, but with Brother Long's influence in the circle and at home and abroad, there should be a special lounge, so naturally I can't see it here.
"Miss Han, you are waiting, I'll call Director Wu over." The staff in charge of reception turned to Han Yanrou and said.
"Okay." Han Yanrou nodded, her eyes still looking around.
Immediately, the staff left in a hurry.
"Yanrou, we are the finale, I guess we will have to wait for a while." Murong Er glanced at her watch and realized that the rehearsal had only started for half an hour.
"It's okay, so many people are waiting, and I'm not a big star, I'm waiting." Han Yanrou smiled absently and said.
At this time, a little girl ran in front of Han Yanrou and stared at Han Yanrou with big eyes and extremely clear.
The little girl was ten years old, and she carried an iron ring on her back, which looked like she was performing acrobatics.
Han Yanrou was a little inexplicable by it, and couldn't help squatting down, took off her sunglasses and looked at the girl with a smile and said, "Little sister, do you know that it's rude to stare at people like this!" ”
The little girl blinked her big eyes and looked directly at Han Yan's soft eyes, but did not speak.
Then, suddenly showing a look of surprise, the urn said angrily: "Big sister, I know you!" ”
When Han Yanrou heard this, she suddenly became interested, and said with a pleasant face: "Oh? Little sister, who am I? ”
"You are the fairy sister who sings, Sister Han Yanrou, right!" The little girl tilted her head and smiled playfully.
"Little sister, you are very powerful, but unfortunately there is no prize for guessing correctly." Han Yanrou touched the little girl's little head with a smile and said.
Murong Er, who was on the side, also smiled when she saw this scene.
Unexpectedly, a ten-year-old child knows Han Yanrou, and it seems that Han Yanrou is quite popular with children.
"Sister Yanrou, my mother said that it won't grow tall if you touch your head, don't you touch it." The little girl pouted and said coquettishly.
"Okay, it's my sister, it's wrong." Han Yanrou smiled funny, and liked the quirky little girl in front of her more and more.
"Little sister, what's your name?"
"They all like to call me Yaoyao, sister, you can call me Yaoyao." The little girl said angrily.
"Yaoyao," Han Yanrou said silently after a sentence, and said with a smile: "Very nice name, Yaoyao is a big beauty when she grows up." ”
"Mom said the same thing." Yaoyao was praised and snapped her hands with joy.
"Sister Yanrou, can you sign for me, my mother likes my sister's songs." The little girl's eyes were smiling into crescent moons, and she said coquettishly again.
"Okay, where is the sign?" Han Yanrou naturally readily agreed.
At this time, a melon-faced woman with outstanding temperament and long flowing hair walked over.
"Yaoyao, you're ready to play, how can you run around."
"Teacher Yang, I'm asking for Sister Yanrou's autograph." When the little girl heard this, she turned her head and said to Teacher Yang who came over.
"Sister Yanrou?" Teacher Yang was stunned and looked at Han Yanrou beside Yaoyao.
Wearing a light blue winter dress, her posture is graceful, her dark hair is draped behind her like a waterfall, and she is wearing a black mask to reveal a pair of clear and bright eyes like autumn water.
At this glance, Mr. Yang also felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it there.
Thinking that the people who came to the Spring Festival Gala were all stars, they should have seen it on TV, so Mr. Yang didn't care.
"Hello, Yaoyao didn't bother you, did she?"
"No, Yaoyao is very well-behaved." Han Yanrou signed Yaoyao, stood up and smiled.
"Thank you for signing this kid Yaoyao." Holding Yaoyao, who was extremely happy because of Han Yanrou's signature, Teacher Yang thanked him with a smile.
"It's fine." Han Yanrou waved her hand, not caring.
"Yaoyao, thank you sister yet." Teacher Yang lowered his head and said to Yaoyao.
"Sister Yanrou, thank you for signing Yaoyao's autograph." Yaoyao thanked happily.
"It's okay, Yaoyao is happy." Han Yanrou smiled kindly.
Looking at Teacher Yang who was leading Yaoyao away, Han Yanrou suddenly patted her head and exclaimed, "Then Teacher Yang, isn't it Teacher Yang Liping!" ”
Recalling the appearance of Teacher Yang, Han Yanrou suddenly remembered Teacher Yang Liping, the first person in the Chinese Peacock Dance who she had seen in an entertainment program in her previous life.
"You just found out." For Han Yanrou, Murong Er couldn't cry or laugh.
After this little episode, everyone waited for a while, and a middle-aged woman who came in a hurry walked over to Han Yanrou and the others, it was Director Wu who was called by the staff.
After some introduction, Director Wu took Han Yanrou and others to the lounge to put on makeup and choose the costumes for the stage.
……
Inside a lounge.
Maybe it's also a make-up artist and a dressing room, because there are a few mirrors on one wall over there, and there are a lot of clothes and props piled on the floor, so it's a multipurpose room.
Han Yanrou sat in front of the dressing table in front of the mirror, a beautiful makeup artist was applying makeup to Han Yanrou, and another young and handsome hairdresser was also taking care of her hair.
Murong Er sat on the side, opening the laptop she carried with her and looking at something.
Compared with the hustle and bustle outside, the lounge is much cleaner inside.
Han Yanrou smiled: "We are really clean here. ”
"It's not good to be clean, but people don't want a lounge?" Murong Er raised her head from the computer and teased.
"Yes," Han Yanrou nodded with a smile, and then asked, "How is it, what is the movement on the Internet about my Spring Festival Gala?" ”
"Most of them are looking forward to your performance in the Spring Festival Gala, and some people are discussing what songs you will sing in the Spring Festival Gala, new songs or old songs." Murong Er glanced at the computer and said methodically.
"Weibo is very topical for you to go to the Spring Festival Gala. The number of fans is also increasing, and it is about to reach 100 million. ”
"100 million?" Han Yanrou was stunned, a little frightened.
However, when I think of this world, the base of the Chinese population is several times that of the previous life, and I am used to it.
"Yes, it's almost 100 million, and it's going straight to the three-star singer." Murong Er said with a smile.
"I didn't expect it to be like this before the Spring Festival Gala, so wouldn't it be even more terrifying to go to the Spring Festival Gala?"
"Perhaps." Han Yanrou also couldn't cry or laugh, and a little underestimated the popularity of the Spring Festival Gala in this era.
In the previous life, with the downturn of the Spring Festival Gala every year, almost most of them went to watch the Spring Festival Gala of various David TVs, causing the Spring Festival Gala to lose its previous appeal, and it was just an atmosphere and excitement.
However, in this parallel world, the Spring Festival Gala is getting better and better year by year, and after the innovation of several generations of Spring Festival Gala directors, the Spring Festival Gala has been pushed to one peak after another.
The directors of the Spring Festival Gala are not limited to China, but also invite those well-known directors from abroad.
The Spring Festival Gala combining Chinese and Western is very attractive, and its popularity has spread from China to the world, and many foreigners also love to watch it.
More domestic and foreign stars, singers and other people from all walks of life regard the Spring Festival Gala as the most important stage for their new year.