Lunar calendar, the last day of 1988.

The entire workers' gymnasium, with its colorful lights and brilliant fireworks, looked from afar, it was like a big ship with great lights, taking everyone from 1988 to 1989.

"Dad, Mom, I'm giving you New Year's greetings in advance...... Did you start making dumplings at home? "Backstage of the Spring Festival Gala, Tang Qin called back to Qindao, and since his rebirth, it was the first time he was outside for the New Year.

He raised his hand to look at his watch, there were less than two hours left before the Spring Festival Gala started.

"Well, your mom is making dumplings in the kitchen...... Your sister and your brother-in-law are here, don't be homesick, work matters......" Tang Changyuan hurriedly advised, the phone has just been installed at home this year, just so that Tang Qin can work outside, and it is convenient to contact home.

"That's it...... I can't see you during the New Year, your mother misses you......" Tang Changchang didn't speak loudly, but with one sentence, he almost broke Tang Qin's defense.

"Dad, I'll talk to Comrade Little Monk...... Second Sister Tang Chu snatched the phone, "Don't talk about my mother first, you don't want your old son, you will ...... in the name of my mother"

Tang Chu revealed his father's old background in one sentence, "Little monk, I read the newspaper today, it won't be a duplicate name, you still have to act in a sketch...... Aren't you a director? ”

"Directors can also act......" Tang Qin is very proud, in later generations, looking at the entire film and television industry, there are very few people who can act and direct.

"Brag," Seeing that the eldest sister Tang Qi came to his side and was about to talk to his younger brother, Tang Chu shouted, "I don't believe it, you can still act in sketches, Tang Seng, Jia Baoyu, you haven't played a modern role yet......"

"You carefully play the director as Tang Seng and Jia Baoyu......" she said, and the phone was answered by the eldest sister Tang Qi, "Don't listen to her, little brother, act well, you can do it, Dad...... And Mom, that's what ...... said."

……

It was also the Chinese New Year, in front of No. 16 Qianliang Hutong, Li Chengru stepped on the ladder to hang two red lanterns, and his son pressed the switch inside the door, and the red lanterns reflected full of joy.

"Yes, it's the New Year," Li Chengru stared at the two lanterns, "and it also adds to the festivity...... Tomorrow, you have to charge your Uncle Tang to bet on the New Year's money, and if you give it less, five yuan? You're his own nephew! Ten yuan, is he worthy of the title of director of CCTV? Fifty...... It's not possible, our grandfather is pasting Spring Festival couplets and hanging lanterns in the afternoon, so we have to give a hundred ......."

When the motorcycle started, he bent down and carried his son to the motorcycle, "Sit down, hold steady, let's go home and eat dumplings." ”

"Dad, didn't you say that Uncle Tang is going to be on TV tonight?" Facing the wind, the little one shouted in the back seat.

"Well, acting in a sketch ......"

"Isn't he Jia Baoyu, can he still act in sketches?" The little one yelled again.

"Who knows, just watch it, if you don't act well, isn't it bad......" Li Chengru pondered, is this really the case, Journey to the West and Dream of Red Mansions are not comedies, a person who plays Tang Seng and Jia Baoyu, will the national audience make a play......

Flutter –

He laughed, and he played first.

……

The whole body was busy.

I don't know if she was tired or didn't rest well, Ma Lan felt a headache, looking at her weak and delicate appearance, Tang Qin felt heartache.

Gently pressed Ma Lan's temples with both hands, "Well, it's much more comfortable...... Ma Lan leaned his head on Tang Qin's lap, enjoying the man's massage.

"Director Tang, Little Tang ......"

The door of the dressing room was pushed open, and the old lady Zhao Lirong broke in in a hurry, yes, Tang Qin secretly screamed, why did there be someone to disturb the situation in the dressing room.

"Alas," Zhao Lirong was stunned for a moment, seeing that Ma Lan was already blushing and getting up, she immediately used her humor to dissolve, "What, when did our Jia Baoyu learn such a technique?" I'm telling you to eat dumplings......"

Dumplings were prepared for each actor in the crew, one was festive, and the other was that the show was too long, everyone didn't eat, and their bodies couldn't bear it.

"Xiao Tang, to be honest, I'm still a little worried...... "The old lady is still telling the truth in the end, the first time she went to the Spring Festival Gala, facing hundreds of millions of viewers, she didn't worry about it being fake.

"Then you should treat this as a stage for commenting on dramas, and on this stage, no one says that you are not ......"

……

The Spring Festival Gala in 198 finally began.

After the Spring Festival overture, the first program was Li Jindou's Spring Festival couplets, and the day of the heroic mother ranked sixth.

"Go ahead." Ma Lan's show was still behind, she was dressed in an ancient man's costume, and looked at Tang Qin with glasses on a smile.

Wow –

The applause in the audience instantly pulled the joy to a peak.

Although Tang Qin and Mrs. Zhao Lirong are playing for the first time, they are both mature actors, and they cooperate very tacitly, and there are bursts of laughter from time to time in the audience.

The following finally came to the best part of this sketch.

Tang Qin: Just tell him, child, obedient, grandma, tell you a story.

Aunt Zhao: Child, obedient, grandma, tell you a story.

Tang Bang: The name of the story is ah, Sima Guang, smashing the cylinder.

Aunt Zhao: The name of the story is ah, Sima Cylinder, smashing the cylinder.

Tang Qin: Sima Guang smashed the cylinder.

Aunt Zhao: Sima Cylinder smashed the cylinder.

Tang Qin: Sima Guang!

Aunt Zhao: What are you yelling about! Isn't that Sima Guang......

Tang Qin: Hey, hey? …… Down......

Aunt Zhao: Smash the light.

……

The audience in front of the TV had already blossomed.

Qindao, Tang Qi covered his stomach with laughter, Tang Chu rolled on the bed with laughter, "My younger brother, he can also act in sketches, I laughed to death, he came back during the Spring Festival, parents, let him play it again for us to ......"

"Then what is it," Tang Changchang also has to watch Coke, "he is performing for the national audience." ”

"Look at what you said, we are not the audience, but we are the closest audience." Zhao Mingli's face was flushed with laughter, and she retorted to the old man with a smile, "Well, I read the newspaper, it seems that Ma Lan is also on the Spring Festival Gala......"

……

On TV, the show continues.

Tang Qin: Sima Guang smashed the cylinder.

Aunt Zhao: Sima Cylinder smashed the cylinder.

Tang Qin: Sima Guang smashed the cylinder.

Aunt Zhao: Sima Guang smashed the light.

Tang Qin: Sima Guang smashed the cylinder.

Aunt Zhao: Sima Cylinder smashed the cylinder.

Tang Qin: Sima Tank......!

Aunt Zhao: Hey! Wrong! You're wrong! It's Sima Guang!

……

The audience was crazy.

At this moment, all the audience couldn't help clapping, laughing and still clapping with tears, applauding the wonderful program and wonderful performance in front of them.

Ma Lan looked at Tang Qin on the stage, he was born for the stage, no matter what kind of stage it is, as long as he stands on this stage, he will be brilliant.

"What about the ratings? Is there a slide? ”

Backstage, the director covered his cheeks with a smile, while watching the performances of Tang Qin and Zhao Lirong on the stage, and asked Zhao An and Zhang Xiaohai.

Well, no one answered him for a long time.

The director was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhao An, with a calm face on his beard.

"What's wrong, this show, the national audience still doesn't think it's good?" The director himself questioned it.

"No," Zhao An looked at the paper in his hand, it was a real-time statistics table of ratings, looking at the full arc on it, he handed the paper to the director, "The ratings have reached the peak since the start of the broadcast, and it is also the peak of the previous Spring Festival Galas." ”