"Yifeng, you don't have to sandwich meat for me, I have a lot of meat on my plate" Luo Yao didn't eat a few pieces of meat on his plate, and was filled with meat that Tang Yifeng put on the rice. If she didn't let him stop, she would not be able to eat.

"Eat more, it's too thin" He didn't listen or stop, and then took a few chopsticks of vegetables into Luo Yao's plate.

"Hey, don't clip it, it won't look good if you're fat, you won't..."

"Huh?" His eyebrows moved, imperceptibly.

"It's okay, if you get fat, you won't give me vegetables in the future"

"How so? Girls are fat and healthy. "He doesn't like the type that makes him thin into a bamboo pole.

"Hey, let's not discuss the issue of fat and thin, let's talk about the script, I can't remember all the words, you have to help me! You've always been so good!" Luo Yao pursed her mouth and deliberately hated him.

"I'll help you? How can it help? He smiled at the corner of his eye, and he was in his prime.

"No matter, you have to save me if I have a problem anyway, I must make a shining appearance and leave the scene!"

"Why didn't you know you were so competitive?"

"Because it's not like you!" Compared with him, it will only be a complete defeat.

Anyone who isn't in it will never know how much time and effort it takes to prepare for a show. It's often not the performers who work hardest, it's the crew. They are the core force that controls the stage, they just give the opportunity to the people on stage, they stand behind the scenes, they make the fastest remedy for any emergency, and the scary and challenging thing is that success or failure is in the hands of others.

While waiting for the rehearsal, Xin Xiaoluo and the children watched the props brother quickly lay and take away the props in a few seconds, the photographer uncle carried the overweight electronic equipment to shoot from all angles, and the lighting sister kept adjusting the brightness and sat all day, everyone will resist a difficult thing, especially for children with an average age of less than eight years old, but when people who are more tired and bitter than them can tease them to share their candy in the few breaks, they are more willing to present a good performance.

On the eve of the performance of the art festival party, the venue was brightly lit, the audience was full, and the real-name child Wang Xin Xiaoluo was frolicking in the dressing room, with a blue off-the-knee skirt, a dark blue tie on a white hexagram, two scorpion braids in his hair, round scalp shoes, medium socks, and a little shorter to blend into the primary school class. The boys' children's black shorts, white tops and ties are full of gentlemen, and the girls' children are as small and cute as Xin Xiaoluo's dress.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Xin Xiaoluo pinched his face: "Sister makeup artist, you make me look too good, haha."

"Classmate Xin looks like a minor, and there is no sense of disobedience in putting on a child's makeup."

"Sister, are you praising me or flattening me?"

"Sister Xiaoluo, you can be my sister, I will give you delicious food every day!" Xu Jiayan's children couldn't control their nonsense when they saw their cute sister.

"Huh? Jiahiko, if I want to be your sister, you have to make me a cow and a horse every day! What I want to eat, you can't eat, what I don't want to eat, you can't eat either! What do you think? Xin Xiaoluo teased him.

"Huh? Then I don't want you to be my sister. "It's okay to let him be a cow and a horse, but you can't eat it.

"Hahahaha, that's exactly what I want."

"The party is about to start!" The makeup artist stopped the makeup brush in his hand, and the people in the room stared at the LCD screen.

The person in charge of the lighting group, holding the walkie-talkie: "Light, get ready"

Head of Music Audio, "Music Sound Ready." ”

The person in charge of the stage art group, "The stage art has no situation, and it is ready." ”

After listening to the report, the chief director prepared the gesture: "3,2,1 start!"

The stage turned from black to bright, instantly emitting a thousand lights, the display screen changed various patterns, the sense of creativity was quite eye-catching, four hosts appeared from the automatic screen, respectively, Sheng Yingrui, Tang Yifeng, Luo Yao, Zhong Shengge, the four of them have different styles but show their own style, and the host of the party may become a man of the hour.

"Distinguished guests, good evening! I'm the host Tang Yifeng. The sunny and hearty voice is mixed with laughter, the left and right sides of the hair are shaved three marks, the short hair on the forehead is set upward, the eyebrows are thick before and the back is light and heroic, the eyes are black and white, sharp and majestic, very kingly, a spliced black and white suit, cut and fitted, tall and thin.

"Today is the annual Liuying Culture and Art Festival, talents gathered, let's enjoy the stage together, good evening, I am the host Luo Yao." The light voice sets off her excellent temperament, wearing a long black skirt with a hollow back, with waist-length straight hair, sexy is just right, and the black high heels make her figure more slender and beautiful.

"Handsome guys and beauties, good evening, I'm the host Sheng Yingrui, I guess everyone has been looking forward to the performance for a long time, right? The melon seed drink is ready, it's in the cartoon paper bag on your seat, pay attention, the garbage has to be taken away, and the show will start immediately. His words were completely different from those in the script, the grand prince could still be called in danger, he had only hurried from the wine bureau an hour ago, his coffee-colored hair was blowing in the car, but at this moment he was full of personality, his smile was flamboyant but not up to the bottom of his eyes, and his brown suit was quite majestic.

"Good evening audience friends, I am the host Zhong Shengge, today is the first day of November, November is a beautiful season of harvest, and it is also a beautiful moment to show the school's literary and artistic achievements, let's applaud them together" Her voice is clear and ethereal, and a set of purple gauze skirts decorates people beautifully but not glamorously, sweet and intimate.

The stage was full of cheers—

"So beautiful, so handsome, ahhh

"It's so good-looking, Tang Yifeng! Tang Yifeng!"

"Handsome, Tang Yifeng, Sheng Yingrui! yes yes yes"

"Oh my God, the screams are almost overpowering their microphones, and the host is dressed better than on TV. Haha" Xin Xiaoluo looked at the four people on the display screen, and his eyes were always unconsciously fixed on the person in the middle on the left.

"Sister, that brother is so beautiful, who is he?" Rong Xiaoyu couldn't open his legs when he saw his beautiful brother, he was young and Yan Kong, and he pointed to the middle one and asked.

"Uh, he... His name is Ruhua!"

"Like a flower? Curious about the name!"

"Puff ha~"

"How could it be him?" Lian Bing, who was sitting in the third row of the audience, couldn't take his eyes off, stinky hooligan? He saw her, too, 100 percent sure.

"The opening program is a piano recital to Alice brought by Lin Xichen of the Conservatory of Music" The white squares play pleasant notes, the beating fingers are flexible and fast, and the leisurely atmosphere makes people intoxicated, as if they have seen the warm sunlight shining from the green forest in the snow-capped mountains.

Xin Xiaoluo and the children were waiting for the stage backstage, there was a hot dance performance in front of them, which lasted about seven minutes, standing behind the curtain, her hands and legs trembled uncontrollably, so nervous that she forgot the words, and the moment when she didn't go on stage was the most painful.

"Teacher Huang, I'm trembling, I'm so nervous, the children haven't been in class for two or three days, I'm afraid that I'll mess up this song" Xin Xiaoluo held his trembling hands and tried to calm down.

"Xiaoluo, don't worry, it's okay, the children are looking at you, come on!" Teacher Huang encouraged her to cheer her up.

Rong Xiaoyu and Xu Jiayan held Xin Xiaoluo's hand one after another, wrapped her slender fingers with their small hands, and gave her strength, "Sister, don't worry, we must be the best in the audience!" The two little ones are full of confidence.

"After enjoying the enthusiastic dance, let's walk into the childhood memories of the good song Worm Fly, by the School of Management and Economics Xin Xiaoluo and specially invited the children of the sixth class of the first year of Liuying Affiliated Primary School to bring us an audio-visual feast, please-" Tang Yifeng introduced in an orderly manner, and his voice hooked the hearts of the audience's sisters.

Xin Xiaoluo led the children step by step up the steps, the lights were on, beautiful and moving, blue and white fluorescence sprinkled all over the stage, and the children strapped hydrogen balloons in one hand and sang together in several rows

"The dark sky was low, and the bright stars followed

Bugs fly, bugs fly

Who are you missing, the stars in the sky are crying

The roses on the ground withered, and the cold wind blew

The cold wind blows, as long as you accompany me

Insects fly, flowers sleep

A pair after a pair is beautiful, not afraid of the dark

I'm just afraid of heartbreak, whether I'm tired or not

It doesn't matter what the southeast and the northwest

........." The light and immature voice closes the warm and pure harmony, the faint sadness is accompanied by soothing comfort, every lyric is sung with heart, the tone from the lips and teeth is a long-lost sadness, it is a slow heartache, which makes people look back on the sad affair between Kong Ci and Nie Feng, and the people in the audience who know the deep meaning behind the song burst into tears.

The singing stopped, the balloon was released, Xin Xiaoluo pulled the children off the stage together, and the psychological pressure finally dissipated.

counted the number of people one by one, and suddenly found that Rong Xiaoyu was gone, "Jiayan, have you seen Xiaoyu?" Where is she and has not stepped down? Xin Xiaoluo's voice was crying, the lights would be dark when the stage went out, and the children were alone on the stage, and the result was unimaginable.

"Sister Xiaoluo, she went to pick up flowers, and when she was singing, a brother threw a bouquet of flowers up, and she ran over to pick it up when she finished singing." Xu Jiayan remembered that when he was about to step down just now, Rong Xiaoyu shook off his hand and said that he was going to pick up flowers.

"She's still on stage alone?" Xu Jiayan nodded.

"You follow Teacher Huang, don't run around!" Xin Xiaoluo smeared and went on stage, the next performance is about to start, there is light to see the children, she strives to find Rong Xiaoyu before the performers go on stage.

"Rong Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu? Where? ”

"Did Xiaoyu hear her sister shouting?" The stage was noisy, the sound of the stereo was too loud, and Xin Xiaoluo shouted louder and louder every time.

The worst situation still happened, the next performer came to the stage, the red glow lights kept flashing, and through the light Xin Xiaoluo, he finally saw Rong Xiaoyu, with a small body squatting on the edge of the stage, with a bouquet of flowers at his feet. Xin Xiaoluo quickly ran over to find her, and the little girl was crying.

"Don't be afraid, baby, my sister will take you down..."The stage shook terribly, I felt that I was shaking when I walked, the little girl got up, stepped on the edge of the stage, Xin Xiaoluo quickly grabbed her and put her forward, and slipped to the edge of the stage, before he could go forward, the table shook, she fell, not a fracture and should lose half her life, the three-meter platform, fortunately not a child, but she with rough skin and thick flesh.

The imaginary pain didn't come, but fell into a burning embrace, gravity causing him to snort. Xin Xiaoluo opened his eyelids, and his eyes were full of him.