Twenty-six years have passed since the construction of CCTV Studio No. 1.

Since the second year after its completion, this place has been used as the royal studio for the Spring Festival Gala. On the night of New Year's Eve every year, a New Year's Eve dinner called gathering is presented to Chinese people around the world.

In these twenty-five Spring Festival galas, Studio No. 1 not only witnessed people's reunion and happiness, but also witnessed the dreams of countless ordinary people coming true and leaving in loneliness.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The performers participating in the rehearsal backstage were crowded.

Most of the people in the crowd are ordinary people who are not surrounded by stars.

They come from the grassroots, and after ten or even decades of practice, they have a chance to be selected for the Spring Festival Gala.

Although many of them have passed three levels in a row and have survived from the first rehearsal to today, their mood at the moment is still tense and exciting.

They are nervous because although this is already the fourth rehearsal, it does not mean that they will definitely be able to perform on the Spring Festival Gala stage on New Year's Eve.

In previous Spring Festival Galas, there were even cases where the program was "cancelled" by the director after the fifth rehearsal, so no one dared to relax until the last moment.

And they are excited because as long as they insist on two more rounds of rehearsals, they can be on the stage of their dreams.

No one wants to give up this hard-won opportunity.

Huang Lili was sitting in the director's room, with headphones hanging around his neck and a walkie-talkie in his hand. He stared at the big screen to see that everything was ready. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Let's get started."

In the studio, the music starts.

As the music began, various "peonies" bloomed on the stage.

Huang Lili stared at the main screen on the big screen with an expressionless expression.

The opening dance is the beginning of the entire party and plays a very important role. It is also a link that absolutely does not allow for mistakes.

After all, on New Year's Eve, a time for family reunion, making a mistake in the opening dance would not only look bad on the face, but would also be unlucky.

The song and dance troupe performing on the stage is a team that Huang can be absolutely assured of. From the first rehearsal, they have used absolutely impeccable performance, which is a "good omen" for the following performances time and time again.

Although the dancers in the opening dance performed perfectly, Huang Lizheng's face remained serious.

What he was worried about was still behind.

At this time, the content in the picture changed. The "peonies" in the center of the stage trotted away and a big black hole appeared where they originally stood.

Three men and two women each held a microphone and rose up from below.

The originally soft and gentle music also changed into a joyful music style.

The man standing in position C put the microphone to his mouth and started singing.

"Welcome the New Year with the sound of firecrackers~"

"Every family is reunited..."

Huang Li strived to turn down the volume of his earphones and took a deep breath, with a bitter taste on his lips.

Just like the previous three rehearsals, this guy's first line was very off-key.

If possible, he really wants to kill this show, or replace the person in the C position, or even replace him with lip-syncing.

However, the reality is that no matter whether it is to replace someone or ask this person to lip-sync, he can't do it.

How can someone who can stand in the C position in the opening song be an unknown person, let alone lip-syncing, with red-headed documents written in black and white?

"well."

He sighed helplessly, so be it. Anyway, this year's Spring Festival Gala will definitely be a scene of huge car crashes.

However, even though he was mentally prepared, he was still almost heartbroken by the subsequent song program.

"Director Huang, why do I feel that the opening line of 'Panda' is better than anyone else's singing?"

A staff member who didn't know much about the situation pointed at the children's musical on the screen and whispered to him.

Huang Liqiang took off his headphones and explained for the actress who played "Spring Girl" on stage: "Because that sentence was recorded by a child in advance, and she really sang it."

"So that's it."

The staff member nodded and said nothing.

Huang Lizheng also turned his attention to the big screen again. On the surface, he didn't seem to be affected much, but in fact, his mood was terrible because of this question.

There are too few singing programs this year that are not off-key.

If such a program were to appear on New Year's Eve, wouldn't it cause trouble to the people across the country?

By then, I'm afraid it won't be just my own internal staff who ask that question.

After clenching his fist hard, Huang Liqian's eyes returned to calmness.

He seemed to have already made some kind of plan in his heart.

…

Magic City.

at home.

Chu Qingqiu learned that Zhou Ziwu was going to Yangcheng.

"Why are you still bringing your suitcase? Aren't you going there to visit Mr. Chang? Do you still want to live there?"

In the bedroom, Chu Qingqiu asked doubtfully as he looked at Zhou Ziwu who was squatting on the ground and packing his bags.

Zhou Ziwu stopped what he was doing, stood up and said: "Yes, I only grabbed the tickets for the past, but I didn't buy the tickets for the return. I checked, and there are no tickets for the past few days. The earliest ones are already on the second day of the new year.

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"In other words, you want to spend New Year's Eve there?"

Zhou Ziwu nodded.

"Since you have tickets in the second grade of junior high school, can't you wait until the second grade of junior high school to go see Mr. Chang?"

She really didn't want them to spend the first Spring Festival together in a different place.

"She might have been discharged from the hospital in the second year of junior high school. It would be okay if I didn't know. Now that I know she is hospitalized, I still feel sorry for delaying seeing her for so long. After all, this time she..."

He almost spilled the beans, but luckily he stopped in time.

Chang Lao recommended him to the Spring Festival Gala director, but he told no one in the family except his father. At that time, he thought that he would wait for confirmation from the Spring Festival Gala before telling his mother and Chu Dahu.

Unexpectedly, the wait was in vain.

"What's wrong with Mr. Chang?" Chu Qingqiu asked.

"It's nothing." Zhou Ziwu squatted down again and took out the things in the suitcase. "How about, when I go to see Chang Lao, I can rent a car there and drive all the way back to the Magic City?"

After watching the movie and driving back directly, he wouldn't need these anymore.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Forget it then."

Although Chu Qingqiu wanted to spend New Year's Eve with him, she felt sorry for him traveling back and forth.

The flight is originally at night. Will my body be able to bear it after visiting the elderly during the day and driving back for more than ten hours in the afternoon?

…

Ten o'clock in the evening.

A plane landed at Yangcheng Airport.

As Zhou Ziwu walked alone in the airport aisle dragging his suitcase, he pulled his hat down a little, for fear of being recognized and repeating the original airport incident.

Now he is already in a state of being hacked. If fans block the road again, he will be scolded to death.

But the facts proved that he thought too much.

The tourists around were all eager to reunite with their families. No one would notice this guy who covered himself tightly and looked very cold.

After leaving the airport, Zhou Ziwu took a taxi and planned to find a hotel near the hospital to stay first.

Visiting patients at this time is purely disturbing their rest.

at the same time.

The rehearsal of the fourth Spring Festival Gala has also come to an end, and the performers have gone back to their homes. However, the director team cannot rest yet. This rehearsal summary meeting is still waiting for them.

"Let's take Zhuang Fuxing's solo too."

In the conference room.

Huang Lizheng looked at his colleagues one by one and asked, "What do you think?"

"Director Huang..." An Ran stopped mid-sentence and hesitated to speak.

Huang Li argued: "Whatever you want to say, say it freely."

An Ran sorted out her thoughts and said: "Director Huang, if we took away his program, wouldn't it be too cruel to him? He is now..."

"You want to say that although he was seriously out of tune and his singing was broken, it was because he had a bad cold, and his spirit of insisting on performing on stage even though he was sick was commendable, right?"

Huang Lizheng interrupted her and added what she wanted to say next.

An Ran nodded.
To be continued...