Xu Chuan's family has already started, "Xiao Qing, I haven't seen her for many years, and I don't dare to recognize her now." Xu Chuan's aunt Zhuo Qiujun looked at the girl named Xia Wanqing in front of her. (You don't have to pay too much attention to ancient idol dramas, the plot is not important)
Xia Wanqing had a polite smile on her face, "Aunt Zhuo must remember how I looked when I was a child."
Zhuo Qiujun liked her generous look very much, "It's normal for a woman to change her life when she grows up."
Their family of three came to Beijing for the New Year. Of course, Xia Wanqing's parents had already told her the purpose of this visit and told her to perform well.
However, she herself did not agree much. Xu Chuan had indeed seen him when he was a child, but he had no impression of him. It was difficult to associate the person who wrote such a good song with him.
And who knows what he has become now? His father’s purpose is very utilitarian. He must have never considered his daughter’s happiness.
Looking at the father who sat with Uncle Xu and the mother who was extremely powerful but now facing several female family members of the Xu family, Xia Wanqing still felt a little resentful.
"Old man, I've been disturbed this year." Xia Zhenglang picked up the wine glass and stood up respectfully. His wife and daughter were the same. He said a few auspicious words to Mr. Xu, and then dried the wine.
Mr. Xu waved his hand, "You guys sit down, our family doesn't have so many rules."
The old lady sitting on the side smiled kindly, "Yes, our Jiwu and his son can't come back this year, and Hongxia's family has also returned to their parents-in-law's house for the New Year. It's more lively if you can come."
Xia Zhenglang knew that this was someone else's polite words, but to be honest, he really didn't expect to sit here. This incident really made him brag for decades.
After more than ten years of hard work, he is indeed rich now, but in China, there are only a few people who can sit with this family on the day of the Chinese New Year, which is not something that can be done with money.
"Old Xia, what a pity..." Mr. Xu looked at the other party and sighed. Xia Zhenglang knew that he was suffering from his father who had just passed away.
As the older man missed his past and people more and more. After hearing the news of his old acquaintance's death, he sighed for several days before asking Xu Jiwen to invite Xia Zhenglang and his family to visit. Otherwise, this would really not have happened.
Zhuo Qiujun quickly changed the topic and pointed to the TV and said, "Our Xiaowen should be coming soon."
Zhang Qi looked at the time and nodded, "Well, it should be after this sketch."
Although Xia Zhenglang wanted to mention a few words about his father getting closer to the other party, he knew that this occasion was not suitable and agreed, "Yes, I haven't seen Xiaowen for many years. I didn't expect to become a big star. Many young people in our company are her fans."
Zhang Qi smiled, "Don't say this in front of her, otherwise this girl's tail will rise up."
Xia Wanqing blinked her fox-like eyes and listened to them. Although she had never seen Xu Ziwen before, she was considered a celebrity. She was actually even more surprised how such a person would let Xu Ziwen go to the entertainment industry.
However, without letting her think too much, music was already heard from the TV, and Xia Wanqing hummed gently in her heart with the extremely familiar prelude.
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At this time, Xu Chuan was standing at the entrance of the Spring Festival Gala stage. Xu Ziwen and the other two had just stepped up. The two hosts stood opposite Xu Chuan and looked at each other. They had never seen anyone watching the Spring Festival Gala with fruit plates here.
Xu Chuan felt the other person's eyes and handed over the glass lunch box containing the cut watermelon, "Try it?"
One of the women thanked him and shook her head. She didn't dare to eat randomly. It would be troublesome if she wanted to go to the bathroom. There was also a camera next to her taking pictures of the background.
But the man happily reached out and took a piece and put it in his mouth, "Oh, it's so sweet." This guy praised him.
Xu Chuan was very happy, and someone finally cooperated with him.
The performance on stage has begun. To be honest, it is quite average in terms of professionalism, but the effect on the scene is very good.
Xu Chuan could imagine that the ratings now should be a high point. Many Girls' Generation fans are waiting for this time. Although this group, mainly young people, is increasingly disliked to watch the Spring Festival Gala, they really spare no effort to support the stars they like.
In fact, the whole performance is remarkable, which is actually accompanied by dancers. Xu Chuan said that more than 20 long legs are in line with his aesthetic sense.
It didn't take long, and the two hosts were ready to go on stage again, and the performance of Girls' Generation was about to end.
A burst of warm applause and cheers burst out from the audience, which was bigger than any previous program.
Miss Xu jumped down from the stage without feeling tired at all.
"Brother, brother, how am I singing?"
Xu Chuan nodded and expressed his affirmation, "The mouth shape is right, and there are basically no flaws."
"Ha, I hate it!" Xu Ziwen expressed dissatisfaction, even if the other party was telling the truth.
Miss Xu’s scene was a disaster. How could Li Guanghu let them sing?
"Go and have something to eat, you should be hungry." Xu Chuan patted the lady's head.
Gao Wen hid aside and didn't dare to look at him at all. Of course, Xu Chuan couldn't tease the other party under such circumstances.
"Is your program about to start? Let's wait for you to go back together?" Xu Ziwen asked. She didn't plan to stay here until the bell ringing.
"It's early." Xu Chuan looked like life was worse than death. It's just past 8:30 and there are at least forty minutes before his playing time.
At this time, the host had finished speaking and the next show was about to be on stage. This is indeed not a place to speak. All the three girls went back to the lounge and could eat something first.
After that, you can choose to sit down or leave.
Li Guanghu looked at the real-time ratings and smiled like a chrysanthemum. Except for the language programs that everyone is most looking forward to, such as the popular sketches every year, no one has such a great popularity.
The Spring Festival Gala has changed now. In the past, who was popular, but now it has begun to become popular.
Even though the Spring Festival Gala can still maintain a rating of more than 30%, it has begun to decline year by year, and the evaluation is also declining.
But he just hopes not to reduce too much.
The party is still going on, but the atmosphere brought up by Girls' Generation has slowly gone down, and online comments have also begun to change from previous hot discussions to current jokes.
Xu Chuan stood at the entrance of the stage and yawned. He was sleepy even when he was full.
"Hey, if Jie was in Tianjin, he would have been bombarded by the audience below." Xu Chuan looked at the two people on the stage who were talking crosstalk, feeling that he could pick out one of three bedrooms and one living room.
The two hosts didn't know how to respond. They had heard that passage I wanted to go to the Spring Festival Gala before, and they said without any worries that the person in front of them was really professional.
But this fact is too irrelevant. Everyone on their station thinks that Xu Chuan's program will definitely be removed, and even Girls' Generation may be implicated, but in the end it seems that everyone is thinking that this matter does not exist.
The director team did not mention it, nor did the TV station's upper level, as if everyone had agreed.
"Hey, why bother? If there are no new jokes, can't I say a few traditional ones?" This thing is not funny, but not funny. If you can't force this kind of thing, it will be very disgusting.
However, Xu Chuan himself knew that such things were actually unrealistic, and even if he was not willing to say anything, he might not be able to say anything.
Not only that, the previous episode I was going to be on the Spring Festival Gala. The mainstream crosstalk people in the world were actually criticized, but Xu Chuan was not a person in the crosstalk world. These people spoke quite tactfully, at least they did not intend to rebel against the vulgarities.
Of course, it is more likely that they feel that they can't afford to offend Master Xu.
The two crosstalk bowed and stepped down. The audience below obviously slowed down for half a beat before they remembered that they should applaud, but the applause was really awkward.
The two of them met Xu Chuan in Taikou. They nodded politely to him, saying hello.
The two hosts immediately went on stage and looked at Xu Chuan with worried eyes. He was the next show, and I hope there would be no problems.
Xu Chuan was also taken to the waiting seat by the staff.
After saying the lyrics, the host introduced the next program with a smile on his face, "Next, I will send you the songs that everyone has been waiting for for a long time, the Dragon Scale of Heaven and Earth, and Xu Chuan."
The music prelude rang out amid the audience's warm applause, and the lifting platform rose, and Xu Chuan, dressed in white Zhongshan suit, slowly appeared in the center of the stage.
(I won't be so lyrics)
There is no accompanying dance for this song. The stage behind Xu Chuan uses projections to play videos made by the program team for several days and nights, and finds various clips that can fit the song from film and television dramas and documentaries.
Just as Xu Chuan said before, this song is very suitable for large-scale evening parties. Even if the other two songs given by Xu Chuan are more artistic than the level of the world dragon scales, Li Guanghu will still choose this song.
Its infectiousness is definitely not comparable to the other two songs.
Especially when the last sentence Xu Chuan roared out with anger, the audience's emotions reached its peak. When the music stopped, everyone almost stood up and applauded.
Xu Chuan had no reaction to this atmosphere and simply bowed down. He had already thought about what to eat when he went back.
Li Guanghu was completely stunned because the lyrics of the last line sung on the spot were different from the previous rehearsal, but I have to say that the effect was really good, no, it should be very good.
But this made him sweat. If there was a stage accident, Xu Chuan would not know that he would definitely be in trouble.
The Spring Festival Gala is different from a concert. The space for personal performance is very small, almost what the rehearsal is like, and the final program is like. There are really not many people like Xu Chuan for so many years.
"Let's go." Xu Chuan walked off the stage and everyone was talking to him about congratulations, making him think he was getting married today, but he didn't have time to care about this. He changed his costume and asked the makeup artist to remove his makeup for him. He was in a hurry to go home.
The three girls had already changed their clothes and were waiting for him in the background.
Many singers participating in the Spring Festival Gala look at them with very complicated eyes. They all know that Xu Chuan's song is definitely a god again. Girls' Generation is so lucky, but fortunately they are about to disband.
Thinking of these people's eyes looking at Xu Chuan differently, I wonder who will leave the song he wrote to sing after his youth disbanded, and if he will have a chance in the future.
These people have thought about it and asked someone to contact Xu Chuan to invite the song after the Spring Festival Gala. He will give it as much as possible. No, go now.
Xu Chuan changed his clothes and was about to leave through the back door, but was stopped. Of course, it was not for him to invite him to sing, but for an interview with all the actors in the backstage during the Spring Festival Gala.
These people have never caught Xu Chuan before, and this time it is absolutely impossible for him to run away like this.
"Mr. Xu, great god, great god." A girl with eyes came up excitedly.
Xu Chuan frowned but stopped, and listened to the reporter asking step by step according to the questions he wrote in advance, "God, what do you think of this Spring Festival Gala? Is it exciting?"
To be continued...