【In the early morning in the night in the wind】

[Singing the song that no one cares about]

[Maybe one day I will have nothing to ......]

[Please leave me in that time......]

When Ha Wenliang heard Liu Chungen sing this, he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body.

He had listened to Liu Chungen's rehearsals several times.

However, never before has it been like this time, when people are in despair and sorrow, under the passage of painful time, they feel a sense of touch from the depths of their souls.

Even, I feel the shock!

A kind of shock in the predicament, persevering!

His singing may still not be perfect, and in the professional level, it is still almost meaningless, but the resonance in the depths of his soul even reminded him of when he made his first movie.

This moment!

He stared at Zhang Sheng who was smiling under the stage.

"Dreams, sometimes, are like a transformative magic ......"

Before he could speak, he saw Zhang Sheng's smile gradually disappearing, turned around and continued to walk towards the office.

……………………………………

Light and dark are intertwined.

The sound of the guitar kept ringing in my ears.

The melody is not complicated.

The restrained past is intertwined with scenes of the past, and at this moment, on the stage with the lights shining, it turns into bursts of roars.

"Boom!"

Fireworks burst on the stage, and countless rays of light enveloped his body.

When the last section stops and ushers in the interlude, the screen begins to change from the history of a renovation company to a video with black and white to color.

In the video, countless people stood under the tower of the city amid cheers and celebrations, celebrating the founding of the Chinese People's Republic......

In the video, an atomic bomb suddenly exploded in the endless wasteland that year......

That year, the rocket was launched......

The women's volleyball team won the championship that year......

Countless workers were working day and night to lay the foundations that year......

That year, tall buildings rose from the ground, and the streets were full of traffic.

……

"If one day I quietly leave"

"Please bury me in"

"In this spring!"

"In the Spring"

“……”

Under the stage.

Applause rang out.

The leaders looked at this scene, so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and nodded again and again.

Some old leaders have red circles under their eyes, looking at the old photos, and their ears are echoing with extremely dull and desperate voices, and they feel the deepest touch unconsciously.

Spring is a season of hope and sentimentality.

On the one hand, everything is recovering, but on the other hand, it is warm and cold.

It seems that the whole of China, in the years when it was poor and weak, came step by step, stood up step by step, and stood in this spring step by step.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good in the spring, good in the spring!"

……………………

The music died down.

The lights are still shining.

The thunderous applause lasted for a long time.

Liu Chungen, who was holding the guitar, woke up like a dream at this moment.

Looking at a pair of reddened eye circles, he was in a trance, and he couldn't believe that he actually stood on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala and finished singing this song.

A migrant worker, a mason, a character who was never taken seriously......

At this moment, he is actually standing on the highest stage and enjoying the attention of all people.

When the last piece of music stopped, the host appeared, and then, at the signal of the staff not far away, slowly left the stage step by step.

The curtain fell......

In the dark, Liu Chungen saw countless people rushing over......

"Nice, nice, nice!"

He looked at Ha Wenliang, the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala, and hugged him tightly, and then nodded at him constantly.

Vaguely, he did not hesitate to say all kinds of praise.

Then, in addition to being excited, Ha Wenliang seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief.

Liu Chungen looked around.

At this moment, he wanted to thank Zhang Sheng even more.

However, there was no figure of Zhang Sheng around.

While looking around, he inadvertently saw the ratings.

Not far away......

According to the CSM National Gauge, the total national ratings at this moment have rushed to a staggering 35%......

Just when he was about to say something......

A new round of red envelope rain has begun.

…………………………………………

"Can you really get a red envelope for sharing?"

"It's really good! Mom, you download a WeChat! ”

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll download it now!"

“……”

A lot of people say.

There is no such thing as pie in the sky in this world.

But, when the real pie in the world appeared......

Many people stared at the shaky interface of [WeChat] in shock.

1 dollar, 5 dollars, 5 cents, 7 cents......

More and more people are turning on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, staring at the TV, their arms as if they were convulsive, constantly shaking their mobile phones.

Many middle-aged and elderly people who are skeptical hold smartphones that they don't know how to use at all, and at the urging of young people, they learn to download [WeChat], and then shake them with the young people.

When they shook a few yuan, learned to share and received the red envelope, they looked at the child in a daze.

"Can I transfer this money to a bank card?"

"I can turn it!"

"Can you transfer 10 yuan?"

"Yes, but you have to bind your bank card...... Withdrawals are ...... with fees"

"Huh?"

"Mom, keep shaking!"

With the help of young people, the suspicious middle-aged and elderly people bound bank cards one by one, and then clicked [Quick Withdrawal] for the first time.

When they saw that there was a handling fee for withdrawals, and the balance of the red envelopes that had been snatched seemed to be a little worse, the middle-aged and elderly people began to desperately continue to shake.

However......

【2012 Spring Festival Gala I wish you a happy new year!】 】

【2012 Spring Festival Gala wishes you a prosperous Year of the Dragon!】 】

【2012 Spring Festival Gala wishes you a happy New Year!】 】

……

Looking at the blessings of the 2012 Spring Festival Gala one after another, several middle-aged and elderly people are about to curse!

After shaking for a long time, I finally shook out a [[Mengxiang instant noodles] I wish you a happy new year]!

A little red envelope!

Fifteen bucks!

I'm about to share it......

Their phones rang, followed by calls from relatives.

"Let's add [WeChat] friends, and I'll share something with you......"

“……”

Fission after fission.

Ongoing......

And no one knows how long this fission will last, and how much the earth will shake.

…………………………………………

Festive on stage.

Accompanied by bursts of blessings.

Bursts of laughter.

There was thunderous applause under the stage, laughter from the audience, and young people with mobile phones.

I don't know if it's because I have a bad stomach or if I have drunk a bad drink.

Ma Yunhua and Zheng Huateng went to the bathroom more and more often.

When the two of them sat back in their chairs, they both felt a layer of gloom that hung over their heads for a long time......

At this moment, they have no intention of watching how wonderful the Spring Festival Gala is.

Ma Yunhua and Zheng Huateng kept looking down at their phones.

They're not shaking red envelopes.

Instead, I looked at the real-time data transmitted from my mobile phone.

In that data, there are real-time ratings sent from the backstage of the Spring Festival Gala, the number of users from [WeChat], and of course, the popularity of [Red Envelopes] on the Internet.

A sense of crisis haunted their bodies.

If they didn't sit in the stands of the Spring Festival Gala this time, I'm afraid they would rush back to each other's base camp as soon as possible and hold a meeting about [red envelopes].

But......

Zheng Huateng and Ma Yunhua looked at the backstage almost at the same time, and then glanced at the leaders in front of them.

At this moment, the leaders are watching the sketch brought by Zhao Degang and others with great interest, and when they shake their burdens, the leaders laugh.

If the leaders don't leave, can they go?

This moment......

The initial joy of watching the Spring Festival Gala has gradually disappeared, replaced by a layer of conspiracy.

Is it possible that this time I came to watch the Spring Festival Gala was all done by Zhang Sheng, and the purpose was to imprison the two of them in this square chair.

One thought after another came to their minds, and the moment they gritted their teeth was like sitting on pins and needles.

"Walk up, walk up! Don't be empty, your legs are 100% sick, don't be empty, relax! Walk! Let's go! Let's go, let's go! Let's go, don't want to stop, will you come with me? Let's go, little by little, let's go~~~"

"Eh, eh, eh~~~ Oh my mom!"

"You ...... go"

"Oops, good legs are lame!"

“……”

When they suppressed the complicated emotions in their hearts and looked at the stage in front of them, they saw Zhao Degang, Fan Guangwei and Gao Xiulan, who had been absent for a long time, standing on the stage, holding crutches, and performing a sketch.

They heard bursts of laughter from below.

They only felt that their chests were very tight, and they were so stuffy that they couldn't breathe.

This sketch is called "Selling Abduction".

And the screenwriter of this sketch.

It's Zhang Sheng again!

The two of them stood up in unison, and then, looking at each other slightly awkwardly, then both smiled.

"You go to the toilet too?"

"Well, I drank too much water today."

"Me ...... too"

Bursts of applause.

In the midst of bursts of laughter.

The two figures disappeared into the crowd and walked towards the bathroom in the distance.

When the two of them arrived at the door of the bathroom, the two of them took out their mobile phones and put them to their ears......

"Zhang Sheng's red envelope for the Spring Festival Gala, he didn't spend a penny himself......"

“……”

……………………………………

Night.

【Mengxiang Instant Noodles】Headquarters.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV......

In the open phone, almost every few minutes, a set of data will appear.

The data, including the popularity of [Mengxiang Instant Noodles], also has the approximate data of the red envelopes they are currently sending.

For countless users, this year's Spring Festival Gala is the most special and interactive Spring Festival Gala, and for Yao Yuan, this year's Spring Festival Gala is a shocking marketing!

Moreover, this marketing was very successful, and even Yao Yuan felt incredible.

The phone of the Ministry of Commerce next door has been ringing continuously from the moment the [Spring Festival Gala] started.

Online orders have begun to sell out, and the inventory of [Mengxiang Instant Noodles] has been exhausted in just a few hours.

was once squeezed to the corner of the shelves by [Tongkang] and [Master], and even withdrew from the supermarket, at this moment, it exploded on the Internet, and at this moment, it was pushed to a peak.

The sudden explosion made Yao Yuan very excited, and waited until the moment he turned on the computer and looked at the hot search on the Internet......

He couldn't laugh or cry.

[The most diligent brand of red envelopes [Mengxiang instant noodles]! ] 】

As he continued to browse the web, his phone rang.

On the phone......

It's the voice of the dealer, who wants to re-cooperate with their [Mengxiang Instant Noodles].

(Two changes are guaranteed today.) ）

(Today's state is really bad, and the third update that was written is really a piece of...... ）

(Thank you Guo Jiuxing for rewarding again, feeling guilty...... Ahh

(Or, let's not reward first, and when the plot is written, let's reward again, otherwise...... There was always a feeling of being supervised with a whip...... ）

(End of chapter)