"Do you like poetry?" Ni Ping looked at this little junior brother, his face was extremely good-looking, but the side face was the most attractive, and there was also a kind of calmness between his eyebrows and eyes, he was the kind of person who made a woman want to take another look at it.

"I like it," Jiang Xun said with a smile, "Who doesn't like poetry these days." ”

This year, the 80s, was a glorious era full of youthful passion and ideals, and it was also a golden age of modern poetry.

In this era, people's love for poetry and the pursuit of poets are like the craze for pop stars in later generations.

Almost all people with a bit of culture are reading, copying and writing poems, and at this time, literary and artistic youth gatherings must talk about poetry, and they will not improvise a few poems, and they are embarrassed to say that they are literate.

Bei Dao, Gu Cheng, Yang Lian, Shu Ting, Meng Ke, Zhai Yongming, Hai Zi, Xi Chuan, Han Dong, Xi Murong, Wang Guozhen...... They are comparable to stars in this era!

"April commemoration, is it okay?" Ni Ping smiled.

The commemoration of April, which is a very popular poem in the 80s, director Liu Ruiqin is not far away, looking at the pair of senior sisters and younger brothers of Qindao.

"At the age of twenty-two, I crawled out of the swamp of youth, like a scarred six-stringed instrument, dumb in the theme of wandering—you came, I walked to you, and ...... with eyes as bright as bellflowers"

Although she was backstage, Ni Ping was like standing on the stage, full of emotion, overflowing from her face, and her expression and tone made people feel moved and infectious.

Moreover, her lines are very clear, she plays to the climax, her voice is full of emotion, full of emotions, and her eyes are also very bright!

Well, it's a design.

Director Liu Ruiqin captured Ni Ping's style very affectionately, her style is like getting up in the morning to design to cry at three o'clock in the afternoon, to laugh at five o'clock, at three o'clock in the afternoon, even if there is nothing particularly moving, she will also be moved, at five o'clock, even if she does not encounter anything particularly ridiculous, she will also laugh.

Thinking of this, Director Liu Ruiqin smiled.

"Director, what's ridiculous? ...... "This is a slightly sad love poem, looking at Ni Ping's affectionate appearance, the camera was moved, but the director actually smiled."

Liu Ruiqin turned her head with a smile, "Well, I think of a character in Journey to the West......"

Who, the princess of the iron fan, no, it should be the princess of the iron "fan"!

Ni Ping is like holding a banana fan, constantly fanning her feelings to the audience!

That's right, it's to stir up feelings! Director Liu Ruiqin made a definition.

However, TV viewers in the late eighties just liked this style, which is an ability, yes, CCTV also needs such a host......

When Director Liu Ruiqin turned around, the camera suddenly found that she was not smiling again.

Director Liu Ruiqin is watching Jiang Xun's performance, although the young man is full of emotion, but his feelings are like streams, and Ni Ping is like the sea......

Well, she shook her head in self-defeat, Sun Wukong is still young in the end, and he will let Princess Iron Fan fan fan out of 108,000 miles!

This young man is a human artist, but after all, he is still a student, if one person is too strong and one person is too weak in this show, the effect will definitely not be good, if he is not good, he would rather not be there, then let him be a guest......

"Can you give him a shot or two?" The camera was also brought by director Liu Ruiqin from Beiping CCTV, so she naturally understood the female director's thoughts.

Give one or two shots, to put it nicely, it's to show your face, and if you don't say it well, it's to be a human flesh background board!

……

"Director, we can do it." Both of them are actors, and after trying to get their lines right a few times, Ni Ping signaled that they could do it again.

"Who is this young man?" Song Jia didn't know Jiang Xun, she only felt familiar.

"I'm not familiar with it either......," Tang Guoqiang glanced at Jiang Xun and replied.

"At twenty-two, I crawled out of the swamp of youth, like a scarred six-stringed instrument, dumb in the theme of wandering—here you are—"

Jiang Xun stood with Ni Ping generously, his voice lowered, but the recitation was full of emotion, and Ni Ping also looked at him generously, "I'll walk towards you-"

Jiang Xun: With eyes as bright as bellflowers

Ni Ping: You said you like my eyes

Oh, at the beginning, Director Liu Ruiqin's face became suspicious.

She doesn't know much about movies and dramas, but she is familiar with the stage.

If the lines are not round, you can do film and television, but you can't do the stage.

The stage must be transmissible and have the ability to infect the audience, these two people, their voices are so good, and the four voices are so mellow.

Well, it seems that this young man has eaten Dingfeng Dan, and he can't leave!

She looked at Jiang Xun, who just wanted to give one or two shots and finish the job, even one or two shots, also for the sake of her inviting him.

But this young man, with such a good mouth, can even make people obsessed with his voice when he closes his eyes, he must have worked the basics.

"There should be a 30 percent chance of an appearance on this show...... she muttered to herself.

The recitation continued, and although it was the first time for the two to work together, it seemed that they had been friends for many years.

As soon as Ni Ping's words fell, Jiang Xun immediately took it over, and cooperated tightly: wiping my naked loneliness

Ni Ping's eyes kept looking at him: Lonely? Why are you always lonely?

Jiang Xun: Really

Ni Ping: Really?

Oh, Tang Guoqiang was still knocking on the cream melon seeds at first, and at this time, the cream suddenly didn't smell good.

This little junior brother, his recitation skills are too deep, every word, every look, and every action are handled by him just right, and he has a sense of substitution.

He remembered that Teacher Qiao Zhen said that the highest level of recitation is still speaking, but it is a poem-like word.

The little junior brother in front of him doesn't seem to be reciting poetry, but talking about common words, but it is so plain, but it interprets the original intention of the writer as it is, and it comes with his wonderfulness and his ability!

"Who is this young man?" Song Jia asked again, the poem was already halfway recited, and she was very curious about this young man.

"Well, my alumni, junior brother......" Tang Guoqiang turned his head with a smile, his eyes full of brilliance.

Song Jia looked at him strangely, didn't she say that she wasn't familiar with it just now?

Brilliance, yes, brilliance!

Standing in the center of the stage, Jiang Xun once again felt the brilliance in Ni Ping's eyes!

Ni Ping felt the smile and sorrow, the responsibility and the sadness of this little junior brother, and the emotions contained under the calm were full of tension, and he fully integrated her into the role......

The staff present, no one eats, no one drinks water, everyone seems to be immersed in the atmosphere brought by the poetry, even if they occasionally walk by three or two tourists, they also listen quietly, only the voices of Jiang Xun and Ni Ping are echoing at the scene.

“…… I will, I will use brave shoulders and a faithful heart cultivated by the plateau to support a sky that will never be wronged for you......"

Jiang Xun's eyes looked at Ni Ping, and Ni Ping also looked at this young face boldly, she couldn't help but reach out and take Jiang Xun's hand......

"Okay, you can record it directly."

Just now, the two of them dedicated an unforgettable recitation performance for everyone, and Director Liu Ruiqin was very happy to invite Jiang Xun to the scene of the Qindao Spring Festival Gala.

She is now proud of her vision.

"Director, give him the shot?" The camera immediately felt the director's different emotions.

"Give a close-up, a close-up of the face, a close-up of the hand, and that is the ...... Ni Ping grabbed Xiao Jiang's hand at the end" Director Liu Ruiqin was a little excited.

A party must always have so many brilliant programs in order to impress the audience, which is a successful party.

Now, this show, she dares to guarantee that after the party is broadcast, the entire Qindao will fall into a poetry frenzy!

"Jiang Xun has as many shots as Ni Ping!"

Oh, the photographer stuck out his tongue, but fortunately he asked one more sentence, well, even if the director didn't say it, he wanted to see Jiang Xun more, well, the man who was taken the initiative by the woman to stop his hand......

In the hall where the party was recorded, there were already many people sitting in the audience, just like CCTV's Spring Festival Gala, there were also many round tables under the stage, and the peanuts and melon seeds, sugar cubes, sodas, beer and drinks on the table were very rich.

The stage of the party is very luxurious at this time, with a flashing neon background, and several rotating balls of light at the front of the stage, emitting colorful lights, and the effect is no worse than the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.

“…… That's when you're getting wet in my retina

I flipped through a book of poetry on my lap, a book of Whitman's poems

I saw that you were a pure white bird

I'm thinking, what are you thinking

I know that the beautiful cage has imprisoned you, and it has nurtured your loneliness and beautiful silence......"

……

As Director Liu Ruiqin expected, the show worked very well.

After a brief silence in the audience, a tidal wave of applause erupted.

"Ni Ping, Jiang Xun," during the break, Director Liu Ruiqin called the two aside alone, she was very frank, "Let me ask, do you two want to work at CCTV?" ”

To CCTV?

"Would you like to host the show on CCTV?" Seeing that the two were thinking, Director Liu Ruiqin asked Ni Ping directly.

Now, Wang Gang and Cheng Fangyuan, the hosts of the show Literary World, are preparing to go to Europe. Ni Ping has a good image and temperament, and director Liu Ruiqin thinks she is the most suitable candidate.

Being able to work at CCTV is something that many people dream of. Ni Ping was no exception, she didn't hesitate, and asked directly: "When will it start?" ”

Director Liu Ruiqin smiled, "The sooner the better." ”

Oh, Jiang Xun knew that in her previous life, Ni Ping was like this, it took her less than 7 days to complete all the formalities and get a Beiping household registration, which was envious of others.

was appreciated by Liu Ruiqin, and she opened the way on CCTV. First of all, the small program feature documentary "People and People" was arranged for her, and her performance was remarkable.

After working for a while, she was stuffed into the ace entertainment show "Variety Show"......

"What about you?" A person in mind has been taken, and Director Liu Ruiqin looked at the young man in front of him again.

There is a shortage of young male hosts on CCTV, and the young man in front of him grabbed everyone's attention as soon as he came on stage, and he stood on the stage and shining.

CCTV is now in its infancy, and major programs are just beginning to rise, which is the stage that needs a large number of talents.

"Director, I haven't graduated yet." Jiang Xun didn't want to directly refuse the kindness of the female director.

"I mean, after graduation, you can directly enter CCTV, and I will dare to guarantee you a ticket......" Seeing that Jiang Xun was still hesitating, she added, "If you have a girlfriend, you can solve the Beiping household registration for both, your girlfriend's unit, you can choose, CCTV will coordinate ......"

Oh, Peking Hukou!

In this era when the hukou is still highly respected, Jiang Xun doesn't know what to say if he can solve the Beiping hukou of the two of them.

"Director, I don't have a girlfriend......" Jiang Xun smiled, smiling honestly, but he added, "I still want to enter the ...... of human arts"

Oh, then there's no way.

Director Liu Ruiqin looked at him and smiled, "Don't worry, you still have two or three years to graduate, maybe your thinking will change at that time, remember, I am here, and the door of CCTV will be open for you at any time!" ”

……

Twenty-ninth of the lunar month.

Ping Pong—"

"Crackling—"

As the night wore on, people in a hurry had already lit firecrackers.

Through the window glass, you can vaguely see the fireworks outside, the lights are brilliant, and in the alley, everyone is chopping dumpling filling, ringing together.

The sound of this cannon and the filling of dumplings is combined, like a galloping horse, a frenzied roar, resounding throughout the island!

"Bang-"

Colorful fireworks exploded above, the sky was gorgeous, and the fluttering snowflakes were dyed in colorful colors.

"Shhhh

Zhao Liming signaled Jiang Wenyuan not to speak, she wanted to watch her son's show.

“…… Qindao, the dazzling pearl of the Yellow Sea, flashed its charming light in the era of reform and opening up......"

On TV, Tang Guoqiang, who was in a white shirt and red tie and a black suit, had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a lovely smile, he walked onto the stage with a microphone in one hand and a microphone cable in the other.

"Qindao, a young city, in the era of opening up and reform, with its cardamom appearance, is increasingly showing the vitality of youth......"

Ni Ping, wearing a shiny shirt, followed closely with a smile.

"Today, we invite many children of Qindao who are far away from their hometowns to return to their hometowns for reunion......"

"Some of them brought daughters-in-law, some brought sons-in-law, some brought the joy of pioneering, and some brought the happiness of success......"

Wang Ning, the host who later entered the CCTV news broadcast, is still so young at this time, and he is still hosting "Qindao News Network".

"Look, my old son......"

Zhao Liming, who was sitting in front of the TV, looked at his son on the TV, and next to him, his son was eating food and drinking beer with his father in a shirt and pants, which looked like a star.

"This is Ni Ping, who hosted the Qindao Spring Festival Gala last year, and she is a serious star......" Watching his son reciting poetry with Ni Ping, Zhao Liming was afraid that he would miss a sentence.

I think that back then, the children who were still scared when they entered the drama team of No. 39 Middle School are now on the most beautiful stage in the city.

"Mom, what are you crying about......"

Watching Zhao Liming wipe his tears, Jiang Feng hugged his mother intimately.

"Daxun, look at you, you made my mother cry again, or, will you have another commemoration of the moon?" Jiang Di smiled and put his arms around his brother's neck, "At the age of eighteen, you crawled out of the swamp of youth, like a six-hundred-ring earth red, exploding in the theme of the New Year-you are here-"

"Go, eat." Zhao Liming burst into tears and laughed, "When a sister doesn't look like a sister......"

Looking at these three children, oh, the eldest daughter will get married next year or later, and the second daughter is still in school, the most distressed old son will be eighteen years old after the New Year......