"Child, I'm busy cooking, so I don't have time to answer you correctly, so I gave up."
Listening to the blind tone on the phone, Xiao Qian felt bad.
Am I your son?
It's Chinese New Year, and when someone is out of town calling you to say you're safe and wishing you a happy New Year, you're actually busy cooking.
Xu Mingxia came over to hold him and asked: "Are they drunk?"
Xiao Qian was full of resentment.
"I can smell the alcohol through the phone."
Xu Mingxia brought her two children to the capital to attend the Spring Festival Gala, leaving only two broken families in the capital.
Xiao Guoji and Li Jianguo decided to celebrate the New Year together.
So Xiao Qian could call Li Qingjue's house, but the result was like this.
It was obvious that the two elders were drinking so much that Amy Lan was so busy cooking that her son's New Year's greetings were no longer important.
Xiao Qian really couldn't think of anything that the CEO of a large enterprise group and a stall owner could have in common.
He took a deep breath. The cold air was filled with the smell of firecracker smoke, which people also call the smell of the New Year.
Thanks to this era, we can still hear the roar of firecrackers and fireworks in the capital.
In front of them, the entrance of CCTV was crowded with people. People who had been invited to attend the Spring Festival Gala walked in excitedly and discussed excitedly.
Consulting in this era is not yet developed. Many people do not know in advance what programs will be held in the Spring Festival Gala. Only with unknown expectations can there be greater surprises.
Xiao Qian and the other three do not need to go through the security check at the front door.
They walked straight to the backstage, which was already busy. Everyone wished they could run, and it would be best if they could have an extra leg.
Xiao Qian went to visit Wen Mu first.
She is a female soloist, appearing in the middle and later stages. As a veteran singer, although the stage of the Spring Festival Gala is huge, Wen Mu is at ease.
Xiao Qian went to see Zhang Jian again.
In fact, he didn't go very far, he just turned around.
They are a married couple, and both are singers for the General Secretary, so naturally they are in the waiting room together.
Zhang Jianlao's face was red and he was eager to try. It seemed that after tonight's show, his military rank would surpass that of his wife.
Xiao Qian finally visited Wen Yi and the children from Lantian Kindergarten, and sent Li Qingjue to join them.
"Don't be afraid, everyone, just perform as we have rehearsed. We will be the best, right?"
He fully embodied the attitude of a senior, raised his arms and shouted to cheer up the children.
Generally, children are easily frightened in such big scenes. If something goes wrong, it will be a broadcast accident.
Xiao Qian was even moved by him. There really was no senior who was as meticulous as him.
There were just boys fanning pictures and girls playing skipping rope, and no one looked at him. In the lively but peaceful scene, he seemed to be the most nervous.
It's so embarrassing.
Xiao Qian was in pain when Wen Yi wanted to laugh but was embarrassed, so Xu Mingxia held her hand and walked to the audience in despair.
It wasn't until he sat down at the table and took a sip of juice that he felt he was wise.
You don’t have to work so hard to perform on stage, but you can also watch the party up close and enjoy it.
The old man at the same table liked him more and more and brought him an apple.
"Children, eat some fruit."
Xiao Qian took it obediently and said politely: "Thank you, grandpa, you can eat it too."
The old man grinned innocently, revealing a toothless mouth.
"Okay, okay, I'll eat too."
What are you eating?
Then Xiao Qian saw a young girl next to the old man take out a delicate knife and swipe it a few times like Li Xunhuan, turning an apple as big as his face into small, even pieces.
The old man eats it casually. There is no need to chew it, just swallow it.
Xiao Qian put the apple back calmly.
"Grandpa, you are so cool. At such an old age, you come to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Isn't it easy to line up to get in?"
The old man happily ate another piece of apple.
"Queue? I didn't even have to queue when I entered Seoul."
Xiao Qian was stunned for a second, and then he realized that he had met the true god.
A cannon shot from the ground, and spring songs were already being sung.
Xiao Qian was startled, and if the old man next to him hadn't caught him with quick eyesight and quick hands, he would have slipped under the chair.
"Gua Wazi is so timid, are you scared now?"
Xiao Qian was too embarrassed to see anyone.
Who would have thought that the musical instrument rogue suona would be used at the beginning of this shabby party?
Being unprepared and being frightened is innocent.
Anyway, the 1992 Spring Festival Gala officially kicked off.
The Chinese Spring Festival must highlight the joy and bustle. Therefore, the opening program is a grand group performance.
In the ensemble of drums, drums and suonas, a group of monkeys danced, leading to group dances of fifty-six ethnic groups, symbolizing the great reunion of the people of the motherland.
Then three hosts, one man and two women, came out together.
The male host is Wei Wenxiang, now the number one brother of CCTV. His magnetic voice makes people involuntarily wander into the world of animals.
"Dear guests, friends in front of the TV..."
Two female hosts also joined in.
"Happy Chinese New Year."
When the host announced the start of the Spring Festival Gala, Xiao Qian sat upright, more serious than anyone else.
The old man was very curious.
"Little doll, what are you doing?"
Xiao Qian tried to calm her breathing.
"You don't understand."
The old man grinned and thought this little doll was very interesting.
But when he saw the hosts Wei Wenxiang and Xu Yuechun walking towards this side, the old man finally understood what the meaning of Tuxian Po was.
"Dear audience friends, the plan for the year lies in spring, and children are the spring of our humanity. The future belongs to children, and their growth is our greatest joy."
Xu Yuechun followed.
"Today, many, many cute children came to the scene. So I wonder, among the children here today, who is the youngest?"
Nonsense, of course it’s Xiao Qian.
This link has been agreed upon a long time ago, and it will definitely not be a temporary drama.
During the live Spring Festival Gala, how could the program team dare to mess around without pre-arranged segments?
This was the interactive link that Yang Yuan came up with when he saw Xiao Qianxiao acting like an adult when he was rehearsing the show.
So Xiao Qian knew that after the opening show, he would have about five minutes to show his face.
In the end, Wei Wenxiang and Xu Yuechun stood next to Xiao Qian.
"Children, come and introduce yourself to your grandparents, uncles and aunts."
Xu Yuechun squatted down and spoke in a dignified and friendly voice.
At the same time, she quietly gave Xiao Qian an encouraging look, signaling Xiao Qian not to be nervous and speak boldly.
But obviously, her kindness was of little use.
Xiao Qian's nickname is "Not Nervous".
"Hello everyone, I am Xiao Qian from H Longjiang Magic City."
"coax……"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole hall burst into laughter.
Many people stretched out their hands and tried to find out what the relationship between H Longjiang and Magic City was.
In this regard, Xiao Qian can only say that these people have little knowledge.
In future generations, people from D Company in Ha City will make trouble on the Internet. Isn’t it too much to say that he is from H City, Longjiang City?
Xu Yuechun was also amused.
"Kid Xiao Qian, why do you say that?"
Xiao Qian said confidently: "I was born in Longjiang, and now I live in Shanghai, that's right."
Wei Wenxiang found that this kid was difficult to deal with, so he took action personally.
"Then do you think, which one is better, Longjiang or Modu?"
Xiao Qian rolled her eyes and glanced at him.
Is this guy the original regional black guy?
"Everyone has his own merits. The north has the boldness of the north, and the south has the elegance of the south."
As soon as these words came out, applause broke out. No one expected that Xiao Qian could actually say such beautiful words.
Is this still a seven-year-old child?
Take a look at other people's homes, and then take a look at your own.
Forget it, it’s Chinese New Year, so I won’t do anything.
Everything was rehearsed, so it was naturally impossible for Wei Wenxiang and Xu Yuechun to know anything about Xiao Qian.
"You may not know that our kid Xiao Qian is very, very good. The most popular song today, "For Whom", was composed by our kid Xiao Qian."
Sure enough, the sensation caused by this was even greater. Many people's shock was not due to cooperation, but sincere.
When people in this era pay attention to songs, most of them care about the songs themselves. At best, they can know who sang the songs. As for the people who produced the songs, they are really hidden behind the scenes and no one knows.
When they heard that the author of "For Whom", which caused a sensation across the country, was actually a seven-year-old child, many parents who had originally held back did not care whether it was the Chinese New Year or not.
They are both children, so why is there such a big gap?
