The two said that they would go back to the courtyard in the evening, but after the rehearsal, it was already late, and Tang Qin and Ma Lan still lived in the guest house.

"There is a plum tree in front of the study, and the birds on the tree are fighting each other. Magpies are chirping all over the trees, and I will report good news to you Brother Liang......"

Early in the morning, before the birds in the trees chirped, Tang Qin had already gotten up, the guest house was full of operas and singers and dancers, everyone was practicing morning exercises one by one, and the courtyard was very lively.

"Can I come in?" Tang Qin came out with his shoes on, and came to the door of Ma Lan's house.

"The door is open, come in." Ma Lan's voice was soft and sweet, like a clear spring flowing into Tang Qin's dry heart, and just as he was about to push the door, the door opened by itself, and Ma Lan looked at him with a smile.

"I thought you were practicing......

Ma Lan was combing her hair, her long hair like a black waterfall, reflecting her fair face, and the faint fragrance on her body, all made Tang Qin intoxicated in this early morning.

"I was so tired yesterday...... Ma Lan smiled and pulled him into the house, and as soon as the door closed, she was no longer the appearance of Teacher Ma, "Well, did you miss me?" ”

"Think—"

Tang Qin stroked this hair, and Ma Lan clinged to his chest.

"Director Tang, eat...... Tang Dao...... Director Zhao is looking for you! ”

In the corridor, someone was shouting, "Hey, you said, how many times has this happened," Tang Qin could only let go of Ma Lan, and he wondered, how could it be that no matter in the courtyard or the guest house, there were always people who came to disrupt the situation.

"Gotta eat first, try the tofu brain, the marinade here is the best......"

Although Ma Lan is a southerner, she can get used to eating breakfast in the north, so she simply cleaned up, and combed her hair into a ponytail, looking more youthful and beautiful.

"Director Tang hasn't come yet, I'll say a few words," Zhao An held the fritters in one hand and soy milk in the other, "From today on, Xiao Tang will participate in the entire language program and serve as the director......"

Oh, in other words, Tang Qin, who has only been here for a week, is already the director of the language program of the Spring Festival Gala in eight or nine years!

Triple rise!

The absolute three consecutive promotions, from the assistant director, to the director of the sketch category, and then to the director of the language program...... This speed is faster than riding on a rocket.

"What are you looking at, don't you give up a seat to Director Tang," As soon as he saw Tang Qin and Ma Lan coming in, Huang Hong had already stood up, speaking in a northeastern dialect, and his face was also smiling, "Director Tang, what are you eating, there are fritters, buns, and oil cakes...... Bean juice, tofu brain, tomato and egg soup......"

You report the name of the dish here, Tang Qin didn't want to deal with him, and after settling Ma Lan, he walked to Zhao An and Zhang Xiaohai, "Well, our Tang Dao, what are your instructions?" ”

Zhao An's face was relaxed, last night, Tang Qin got Song Dandan in a few words, and a few days ago, he also ate two bowls of wontons from Chen Peisi, these two people are unprofitable masters, but who let them meet Tang Qin.

If he had come earlier, he would not have been killed by the leaders in all seven cross talk sketches.

"Good job......

"Well," Tang Qin smiled as he stared at Zhao An's beard, "Director Zhao, Director Zhang, tell me something, the day of the sketch hero's mother, I always feel that the effect is not ideal, and I want to change people......"

Ahem cough cough –

Zhao An choked on fritters for the first time in his life, he was startled, put down his rice bowl and began to pull his beard vigorously, "Don't change, don't change, how many people have changed, it's about to Chinese New Year's Eve......"

Yes, in the past few days, the actors of Huangmei Opera have changed, the sketches have changed, and Song Dandan has almost changed, and it is finally settled, and Tang Qin has to change again.

What's more, the old movie actor Xia Qing who plays the hero's mother is too old.

"I'm always old, but I can't act like that......" This is Tang Qin's answer.

"There is still a week before the Chinese New Year, where are you going to find such an old lady again?" Zhang Xiaohai didn't pull his beard, he thought about it practically.

The sketch "A Day in the Life of a Heroic Mother" was selected by the review team of the Spring Festival Gala from sacks of manuscripts, and it is such a good manuscript, well, two yuan.

"Don't talk about it yet, report to the leader." Zhao An had no choice, looking at Tang Qin's appearance, he would not give up if he didn't take Xia Qing, "This offends people a lot......"

There is no way to offend people.

In the end, the lawsuit went to the director Wang Feng, "You can't change it, you have to consider the time, and then a newcomer will rehearse the performance from scratch, and the effect will be even worse......"

"Something's going on, I'm going to take it." Tang Qin straightened the terrier.

"You're on top?" The leader's face was pale, if it weren't for the self-cultivation, he would almost say that you are the oldest.

"And my ......" Zhang Xiaohai hesitated for a moment, and then stood up, and he also saw that the old lady played by Xia Qing was not grounded at all, the hero's mother should be the aunt, aunt, and aunt around us......

"Count me in." Zhao An also stood up.

Wow, the leader almost blew his beard and glared, these three are all young directors...... Thirty-year-old Zhao An, twenty-nine-year-old Zhao Xiaohai, and twenty-four-year-old Tang Qin......

"Xiao Tang, then hurry up, find someone for me......" Out of the leader's office, Zhao An was anxious while wiping the beads of sweat on his head, this, if it doesn't work, he, the chief director, doesn't have to die to thank the world, then he has to resign to thank Taili.

The phone was called immediately, and it was called to Zhao Lirong, a teacher who was far away in Tangshan, Hebei, both of them were still in the crew of the movie Dream of Red Mansions at this time......

"Old lady, I, Jia Baoyu......"

"Young man, I, Grandma Liu......" On the other side of the phone, Mr. Zhao was very interested, and it was almost the New Year, so he might be cleaning up at home.

"I know that you are Grandma Liu, now, someone in our station has come to pick you up, why are you doing? On the Spring Festival Gala, I acted in a sketch...... Yes, there is no better fit for you...... You come to China TV now, let's say so! ”

Putting down the phone, Tang Qin breathed a sigh of relief, speaking from his heart, Mr. Zhao is worthy of being a master of comedy, just like Ma Sanli and Hou Baolin's status in the cross talk world, she has accumulated decades of experience and skills in playing Cai Dan in the commentary, and the stage of this year's Spring Festival Gala will shine.

……

"Xiao Tang, you don't play Jia Baoyu now, but become a director instead?" As soon as they met, the old lady crossed him.

"Just take care of a few sketches," Tang Qin didn't hide it, "Well, just take care of our heroic mother's day." ”

If this sketch can be summed up in one sentence, it is that the TV director came to the hero's mother, Zhao Damiang's house, to shoot a TV film, but Zhao Damiang has been thinking about buying tofu in her heart and has not cooperated with the story......

Neighbor: Aunt Zhao, Aunt Zhao, there is a tofu seller downstairs!

Aunt Zhao: You occupy it for me! Occupy a place! I'm coming! I'll get some money! (bumping into the director when you go out) Who are you looking for?

Director (shoulder-mounted camera, place of inquiry): Your surname is Zhao? Aunt Zhao, I see you're here.

Aunt Zhao (a little surprised): Hey, come on, buy me something. (As he spoke, he went to get the camera on the director's shoulder, and the director hurriedly dodged) Where are you always there?

Director (politely): I'm from the TV station.

Aunt Zhao (curiously): What's your surname?

……

"Teacher Zhao, okay, you can use Tangshan dialect."

Zhao Lirong looked at Tang Qin, this young man is really like Xie Tieli, even shouting to stop.

But Zhao An and Zhang Xiaohai were speechless, this old lady started from the kind of clay stage in the countryside, step by step to today.

Not to mention, the mother of the hero she plays really has that flavor, and there is a very simple behind her funny and humorous performance, which is the difference between her comedy and other ordinary Cai Dan, subtle and humorous......

This role seems to be tailor-made for her.

"Is it done, Director?" Zhao An looked excited, looking at the leader who said the same, Xiao Tang's substitution this time is really amazing, this show must be a classic.

"This old lady, it's really like, this substitution is good." The leader praised, "Okay, let's change people end here, change again, on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, no one performs the show, I see what the two of you are directing?" ”

"Director," sent Director Wang Feng away, but Zhao Lirong found Zhao An, "Big nephew, who let us two have the same surname, I reacted to the situation, it's just that the young man who played against me can't do it, he can't catch my words......"

Zhao An and Zhang Xiaohai's heads are both big, what did the leader say just now, how many corners have changed...... The Spring Festival Gala is not broadcast yet.

"Old lady, why don't I play this reporter?" Zhao An really didn't want to change people, so he could only take the old lady into an army.

"You, not like a reporter, you like a director," the old lady looked at the bearded man pitifully, "Who is like a reporter, if you have it, Qin Zi, let him go, he can act well......"