The Golden Age of China Entertainment

At this moment, CCTV's Spring Festival Gala has also begun.

The chief director of CCTV's Spring Festival Gala this year is Deng Zaijun, director. From the very beginning, Yi Qing felt that CCTV's Spring Festival Gala program this year is different from previous years.

There is no such thing as a high-end show, an opera, a violin performance or something, and a song and dance performance, which is lively and lively, and immediately highlights the theme of the lively New Year's Eve.

Ding~~~~~~Dang!

The firecrackers started to go off outside again, after a while, Fu Yimin couldn't sit still, dragged Fu Yiwei and Zhou Huimin and slipped out, and moved a lot out of the inverted room in the front yard.

Crackling, dingle bang!

There was gunpowder smoke outside, and the inside of the room was full of alcohol. Yi Qing usually has a moderate capacity for alcohol, and he even drank a little after dinner, but now that the atmosphere is getting better, his state immediately catches up.

"Okay! Xiao Yi, make progress!"

Fu Ma snatched the wine bottle with a smile, and insisted on filling Yi Qing's glass, but Yi Qing couldn't push it, so she could only respectfully accept it.

"Hey! Isn't this Teacher Zhao!?"

Li Chengru suddenly pointed at the TV and shouted.

Yi Qing also looked over. Is it Teacher Zhao Lirong who is performing on TV or who?

Recalling it carefully, teacher Zhao Lirong was the first to perform a skit on stage in the 1988 Spring Festival Gala. Her partner, teacher You Benchang, performed a show called, satirizing the problem of spoiling children without a bottom line in society today.

Yi Qing still remembers that when she watched this show in her previous life, she twisted and sang to Teacher Zhao Lirong in it: I laughed when I saw you, you were so beautiful like the clouds that day, with you, forever~ no worries!

Every time he saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing.

It's the same today, when Mr. Zhao Lirong's performance reached this section, there was a burst of laughter in the room, which even suppressed the sound of firecrackers in the yard.

At this moment, the wine was almost finished, and Fu Yimin's firecracker squad had a good time and went back to the house. Everyone's attention gradually focused on the Spring Festival Gala program.

It’s only once a year. Nowadays, there are few TV programs, and there are not many opportunities for ordinary people to enjoy cultural entertainment. There is such a Spring Festival Gala, which brings the whole family together on the night of the New Year’s Eve. Who can bear it? Live or not.

In addition to several programs that appeared in the Spring Festival Gala in the previous life, this year's Spring Festival Gala also boldly innovated. Many programs that Yi Qing remembered did not appear on the stage of this Spring Festival Gala appeared one after another. When the party was in the middle, I also learned from last year's Beijing-Taiwan Spring Festival Gala, and also came a new song skewer.

In addition, this year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala set up sub-venues for the first time, and programs from Heilongjiang and Guangdong will be presented during the Spring Festival Gala broadcast.

"Hey! Why didn't I know that the two of them will be on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala this year?"

Seeing Liu Huan and Li Lingyu appearing one after another, Yi Qing was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't help laughing when she remembered.

Fu Yiwei heard the words and said: "Even if people want to tell you, they have to find you, not to mention the music production company in the south, but the special one in the capital. How many times have you asked!"

Thinking of this incident, Fu Yiwei felt annoyed. It was supposed to be a man who went out to venture into the world and run a business. As a result, Yi Qing, the hands-off shopkeeper, not only hired a capable person like Ye Yaxian to keep an eye on him, but even closed the door. , and threw them all to her.

During the period before and after giving birth, Fu Yiwei worked hard for special things.

"Hehe! Hard work, hard work!"

But by the way, how is Tete doing now?There is also that music production company that has been well established and has never been managed again. What's the situation now?

Yi Qing really doesn't know much about it. Seeing that the business layout is about the same now, especially since Chen Yangzheng's nationwide enclosure has also come to an end, should he really find an opportunity to put all these brains into practice? Calling a meeting in one place and integrating the assets by the way, as it is now, it is too messy and inconvenient to manage.

Thinking about something in my heart, the time passed quickly, and the CCTV Spring Festival Gala program was already halfway through, and I looked at the time again, it was 11:30.

"Mom! It's time for dumplings!?"

Mama Fu was fascinated by watching it, and now it was a drama sketch performed by Chen Xiaoer and Xiao Xiangyu.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Chen Xiaoer for a long time. It's been more than half a year since I saw him last time, but I made a phone call in the middle. At that time, Chen Xiaoer said that he was busy with this year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala. When it came to casting actors in Henan, I thought it was this sketch.

In other words, Chen Xiaoer's voice is really not bad, and his singing in this Henan opera is at the level of a high-level fancier, coupled with his characteristic timid appearance, it adds a bit of joy.

"Oh! Let's go! Xiao Huang, let's go, you guys keep drinking!"

Fu Ma said, and called Aunt Huang and they went to the kitchen together.

It didn't take long, before the clock struck zero, several large plates of dumplings were served, and Mama Fu cut some cold dishes to serve with the wine.

"Uncle, Auntie! I won't make trouble with you, it's only a few minutes away, and I wish you a New Year's greeting in advance!"

Li Chengru saw that it was too late, so he got up quickly, paid New Year's greetings to the two elders, gave each of the three children a big red envelope, and went out to go home.

This meal of New Year's dumplings must be eaten with the family.

"Dear viewers and friends, the zero point of life is about to strike. We will bid farewell to the 1987 Dingmao Year of the Rabbit and usher in a brand new 1988 Wuchen Year of the Dragon~~~~~~~~~"

Watching the TV, Sister Ju Ping spoke a series of speeches with excitement on her face. Yi Qing felt awkward no matter how she watched it. If you want to talk about the affinity of this sister, there is nothing to say. I don’t know how many people I have accompanied in childhood, but To host such a large party, my sister's style is really not suitable.

Seeing her loudly leading the actors in the audience and the audience counting down together, Yi Qing always felt that her next sentence would suddenly pop out: Hello, everyone!

when~~~~~~~~when~~~~~~~~~~~when~~~~~~~~

After the New Year's bell struck 12 times, we waved goodbye to 1987 and officially entered 1988.

The whole family who were full of energy just now started to wilt one after another. A lot of dumplings were cooked, but no one could eat them anymore. Go back to bed.

"Xiaowei! Go to bed first, I'll send him back first!"

Originally, Fu's mother asked Zhou Huimin to stay at home, but Zhou Huimin insisted on going back to the hotel. It's not good to keep guests at home after Chinese New Year, so Fu's mother didn't insist. Fortunately, Zhou Huimin's hotel is not far from here.

Fu Yiwei's eyes were sleepy, but he still held on: "You go, be careful on the way for the two of you, don't slip on the road, and I'll sleep when you come back."

Yi Qing responded, and went out with Zhou Huimin.

At this moment, the capital is still not quiet, one family after another is fighting, firecrackers are crackling, fireworks are constantly rising into the sky, and the street lamps on both sides of the street are rarely on guard around the clock. I don’t know when it started, the sky began to snow again. It looks much bigger than in the morning.

Yi Qing and Zhou Huimin walked side by side without speaking. By the time they reached the hotel entrance, snow had completely covered the road.

"I~~~~~~~~~ I won't go up!"

Zhou Huimin stood in front of Yi Qing, and said "um", but didn't move.

"Go up, it's snowing, it's cold, Xiaowei and Xiaomin will come to see you tomorrow, Xiaowei said to take you to the Forbidden City!"

The Forbidden City is open around the clock during the Spring Festival, and it is snowing again. People say that the Forbidden City is the most beautiful after snowing.

"understood!"

As Zhou Huimin said, he suddenly stepped forward, reached out and grabbed Yi Qing's skirt tightly, and looked up at him.

Yi Qing's heart softened suddenly, and she raised her hand to caress Zhou Huimin's pretty face. The two of them stood there silently. After a while, Yi Qing realized that Zhou Huimin's head and shoulders were full of blood. It's snowflakes.

He reached out to dust it off, and rubbed Zhou Huimin's red hands from the cold.

"Come in, it's cold, beware of catching a cold!"