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.
.”
"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.
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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.
Huang Li contended: "I personally admire his spirit of never leaving the line of fire despite minor injuries. If there was no such rule, I would definitely save his show until New Year's Eve so that he can meet the national audience."
"But there are no ifs. This is the Spring Festival Gala, and I have to be responsible for my audience. You have all watched today, including the previous three rehearsals. The song program is the hardest hit area."
"Imagine that you are an ordinary audience. On the stage of the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve, the songs you hear are either broken or out of tune. What would you think?"
No one said anything.
"Since you won't say anything, then follow my wishes and take away Zhuang Fuxing's solo."
Huang strives to have the final say.
Everyone else sighed secretly in their hearts, feeling sorry for Zhuang's revival.
23:59:59
00:00:00
When the numbers on the clock cleared, the time came to the next day. The discussion of the director team also came to the last program.
"Well...hey, forget it, let's stay." Huang Lizheng made a very tangled decision, "What do you think?"
"I have no opinion."
"I don't have any objection either."
There was a chorus of approval.
It's not because of how excellent the last show was, but because everyone was afraid of his bold move tonight. They were afraid that if this show didn't happen again, there might not be enough time for the party.
During these two hours, Huang Li Zheng cut off two songs that were seriously off-key, including Zhuang Fuxing's solo, and a language program with poor "laughing" effect.
The consequence of cutting off three programs is that, judging from the time spent on tonight's rehearsal, the entire party will be shortened by nearly 20 minutes.
"Have you calculated the final time?" Huang Li argued.
An Ran said humbly: "Originally we were about ten minutes overtime, but now we are ten minutes behind."
The conference room became quiet again.
If the difference is three to five minutes, the host can make up for it by interacting with the audience. But now it is ten minutes. If we don’t make up for the show, wouldn’t that create a problem for the host?
"Director Huang, how about we discuss the children's musical again?" someone suggested.
Huang Li argued: "That's nothing to discuss."
This show is on his must-kill list.
His categorical denial brought the situation to a deadlock again.
A figure suddenly appeared in An Ran's mind, and she said: "Director Huang, how about I contact other singers?"
Huang Lizheng cast his gaze over, "Are you sure?"
An Ran hesitated for a moment, and after a moment, she nodded heavily: "Yes! I have someone here, but..."
"Okay." Huang Lizheng interrupted her with a smile and said: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoran. We don't have much time anymore. You must let him arrive tomorrow... It's already past midnight. You must let him arrive in Yangcheng today.
, our fifth rehearsal will begin tomorrow."
"OK."
The other people in the room looked at An Ran like a god. Isn't taking over such a hot potato just to make themselves unhappy?
If the person you find is not dissatisfied, won't you be the one who takes the blame?
Others really couldn't understand her unexplainable behavior.
…
The next day.
A rare warm sun appeared in the sky in Yangcheng, and the weather was fine. It was a good time to visit patients.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Zhou Ziwu appeared in Chang Xiuyu's ward.
"Mom, who do you think is here?" Ren Qing said, taking a step to the side, revealing Zhou Ziwu behind him.
Chang Xiuyu was very surprised by his appearance.
With Ren Qing's help, she sat up from the bed and asked with a smile: "Why are you here?"
Putting the gift in her hand on the table, Zhou Ziwu was about to speak when she spoke again: "Hey, it's because my brain is not working well after I got sick. You came to Yangcheng this time because of the Spring Festival Gala, right?"
Looking at her smiling face, Zhou Ziwu could only say awkwardly: "No, Mr. Chang, I only came here to see you."
When Chang Xiuyu heard this, she didn't think much about it, just thinking that he was just trying to please herself.
After all, in her mind, her illness is not serious and she can be seen at any time. And she is already old, so if there is nothing serious, it is not worth running back and forth at this time.
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However, after some conversation, she learned that he really had not been chosen.
"Hey, forget it, let's not talk about this anymore."
Chang Xiuyu wanted to ask about the situation again, but seeing the embarrassment on his face, she began to change the topic.
"But it's true, you kid. What's there for me, an old woman, to see? It's hard to buy tickets now, and it's hard to go back if you come here. It's the Chinese New Year, and you're all alone in Yangcheng. I
It doesn’t feel good either.”
She originally wanted to change the topic to comfort Zhou Ziwu, but as she spoke, her tears started to fall.
Seeing this, Zhou Ziwu smiled and said: "It's okay, Mr. Chang. Who said I was alone? Anyway, I have nothing to do these days, so I can come over and see you more. Of course, if you don't welcome me, then I won't bother you."
You are welcome."
When he said this, Chang Xiuyu immediately turned from sadness to joy, "Welcome, of course you are welcome."
Ren Qing also smiled beside him and said: "Xiao Zhou, my mother is very happy when you come. She is even happier than when she saw me."
Chang Xiuyu immediately said: "Can you compare with others? Look at how handsome they are, and then look at you."
Hearing this, Ren Qing picked up the kettle from under the bed and said, "Okay, I'll get you some water, so I won't bother you anymore."
After chatting with Mr. Chang in the ward for two hours, it was time for dinner.
Ren Qing accompanied him downstairs to buy food, and Chang Xiuyu was the only one left in the ward.
After feeling that the two of them were almost gone, Chang Xiuyu took out her mobile phone from under the pillow and searched for a long time before finally finding Huang Liqiang's phone number.
If this child treats her like this, then she will put on such an old face and fight for him more.