In Cheng Guanli's original world, the first Spring Festival Gala did not appear until 1983.
Now that he has traveled back to 80 years and has such a good relationship with Teacher Huang, of course he will advise him to do this in advance.
As for when it will actually start, I can't say for sure.
Anyway, not this year. There is still more than a month before the Chinese New Year, so it is already too late.
The Spring Festival of 1981 cannot be realized, and it will take 1982 at the earliest. Maybe it will be truly presented to the people of the country, and the Spring Festival of 1983 will really be achieved.
Teacher Huang was very happy, and the problem of innovation was instantly solved.
The two discussed some more about the program arrangements for the New Year's Eve Gala.
Cheng Guanli said: "Since we want to innovate, it would be better to directly produce a new type of program."
"So you already have an idea?"
"Well, the dramas, radio dramas and other programs that I submitted in the past are long and not suitable for performance at live broadcast parties. However, if they are shortened into about 15 minutes of stage plays, they can be enjoyed by both refined and popular people and are close to life. In humorous performances, they can be satirical or
Praising some social phenomena and realizing education through entertainment, I think the effect will be good."
As a future person, understanding history is the biggest golden finger.
Cheng Guanli will not waste this opportunity. The new stage short play he proposed is a sketch, which is a new form of artistic performance that only appeared in the early 1980s.
The time to propose it now is just right. If it had been proposed a few years earlier, it would not have been suitable for sketches. If it had been a few years later, other literary and artistic workers would have discovered it in advance.
Teacher Huang's eyes lit up even more after listening.
"Okay! Since you have such a mature idea, we will prepare separately. I will be responsible for the planning of the national live broadcast of the New Year Gala, and you will be responsible for the creation of new stage short plays. It is too late this year and we will try our best to have it on next New Year's Eve.
Let the whole country enjoy a brand new Spring Festival Gala at night! Yes, it’s called the Spring Festival Gala! By the way, does the stage skit you mentioned have a name?”
Cheng Guanli said: "This kind of play is short and concise, with obvious meanings, allowing the audience to taste various aspects of life in a short time. Therefore, I think the name of this art form must be straightforward. Why not call it..."
"Skit!"
Cheng Guanli and Teacher Huang said it almost at the same time, and then they both laughed.
Aunt Huang smiled and said: "It's good this time. Not only did we innovate a program, but we also innovated an art form. All that's left is to roll up our sleeves and work hard!"
Teacher Huang said: "Watching the ceremony and creating sketches cannot delay your college entrance examination. Even if you are admitted to college, you can still study daytime. You have to do both work and study."
"Well, don't worry, teacher, I understand. Writing scripts doesn't delay my study, and it doesn't delay me coming to help you after school."
Teacher Huang's two children have already started working together and do not live with them.
Cheng Guanli wanted to say goodbye and go back, but the old couple refused to let him go and kept him at home for dinner.
Regarding work matters, Teacher Huang asked him to wait for news, saying that it would be decided in the next few days, and told him to just prepare for next year's college entrance examination.
Cheng Guanli is really not afraid of the college entrance examination.
The exam questions in the 1980s were not very difficult, and he could easily handle them with his pre-travel knowledge and a set of encyclopedias in his mind.
Since Teacher Huang has arranged a literary job, going to college is the icing on the cake.
After dinner, Cheng Guanli was not in a hurry to go home after coming out of Teacher Huang's house.
He just wanted to hang out with brothers Jianwen and Jianwu. Anyway, the doors of both houses were locked, and the brothers had no place to sleep. Daily necessities, clothes, bedding, etc. were all locked in the house by himself. They could only wait.
No matter how domineering Cheng Dehai was, he would not dare to break the lock. Once the nature of the lock changed, he would immediately call the police.
Cheng Guanli took the bus to Dashilan and wandered there until eleven o'clock in the evening, then walked home slowly.
He walked for more than an hour from Qianmen Building to Dongzhimen Inner Street, a distance of six to seven kilometers.
It was past midnight when we returned to the courtyard.
Come to the middle courtyard and take a look.
Hey!
They're all here!
Mrs. Cheng pouted, Cheng Dehai and his wife had serious faces, and brothers Jianwen and Jianwu sat angrily on the stone steps.
There is also an old juncture where I am so sleepy that I can't stop talking.
No need to ask, everyone is waiting to see the ceremony.
Maybe the neighbors in the front, middle and back courtyards were all waiting to see the excitement, but ended up going home to sleep too late.
And those who are directly related to this matter have been waiting.
It seems that Jianwen Jianwu is not willing to spend money to stay in a hotel, otherwise he would not waste it.
Seeing this scene, Cheng Guanli couldn't help but want to laugh. He rolled his eyes and slapped his forehead fiercely.
"Ouch! Look at my memory! Second grandma! Grandpa Guan! I'm sorry, I, I... ugh! I was so drunk that I forgot about locking the door! Let you and I stay here,
I am guilty, guilty, guilty! Second uncle and second aunt, please forgive me, I really forgot!"
Cheng Guanli tiptoed back and suddenly shouted.
I was so frightened that I trembled and fell off the wooden bench with a loud thud.
"Ah... Thief Sun! I scared you to death, Mr. Guan! You... forget it, just come back. Here, this is the key you gave me before you left. Return the jade to Zhao intact, and the rest will be done
I won’t get involved anymore and I won’t let you young people suffer if I leave!”
At this juncture, he handed over the keys and carried the bench and left, for fear that Cheng Guanli would ask him why he let Jianwen Jianwu live in the house.
Cheng Guanli smiled and said: "Grandpa Guan, go slowly. I will give you a bottle of two good songs another day!"
Mrs. Cheng was originally pouting, but when she saw Cheng Guanli coming back, she immediately changed her smile.
"Oh~ I'm watching the ceremony. I've prepared a reunion dinner for you at home. The first and second class didn't come back. Why did you leave without saying hello! You have a family! It's not a child without a family. His biological father is gone, so is his second uncle.
Your dad! Go out and drink some wild wine. If you do this again in the future, my second grandma won’t let you go!"
Cheng Guanli chuckled.
"Grandma II, I told Jianwu before I went out. He didn't tell you that I was going to do some errands and would come back late? Alas... This Jianwu can't convey a message well. He should be beaten!"
Cheng Jianwu pursed his lips, thinking that he didn't mention you hitting me, so why did you get on the pole and lead him up here?
"Ahem! Cheng Dehai cleared his throat.
He smiled slightly and said: "If you don't come back so late, you don't know where you are and you can't find it. Don't do this again and make your grandma worry. Okay, open the door quickly. You three brothers can go to bed early!"
I have to say that Cheng Dehai and his wife, Mrs. Cheng, are truly a couple.
He was really good at pretending to be confused and wanted Jianwen Jianwu to sleep in the house, and he was also really good at saying nice words to put gold on his face.
He took advantage and gained a good reputation, but Cheng Guanli, who was taken advantage of, turned out to be the one who made the mistake.
Ordinary people are really no match for him, so it’s no wonder that the original person of Lao Shibajiao couldn’t escape the fate of being driven away and competing for his succession.
But at this moment, Cheng Guanli refused to give in, let alone save face.
Smiling slightly, he unlocked the door.
"Second uncle, I'm going to find a wife tomorrow. The influence of Jianwen Jianwu living here will be bad. I'm afraid that other girls will say that I can't even keep my own ancestral home. I don't want to be a bachelor. The door is opened. Jianwen Jianwu
Move your things quickly, if my second uncle didn't let Jianwu and I squeeze into the small side room in the first place, maybe there would be room for easing this matter, but now, there's no need to slow down." This chapter has been completed!