Snowflakes are falling, and the capital is covered in silver. The bus was moving slowly on the road, and there was always the danger of lying down. Several children, with faces as red as apples, were grabbing the snow on the ground and playing with each other, and were attracted by the candied haws seller. Chen Peisi was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and a horse-monkey hat that covered his face. He pedaled the bicycle hard. He pedaled twice and let out a sigh of relief. The wool felt wet and hot against his mouth. Zhu Shimao has another style of painting. Even when he is riding a car, he is still cool and unrestrained. With thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looks like an underground worker. The two arrived at the "Beach No. 2 Courtyard" designed by Liang Sicheng in Dongcheng. From the gate NR Once inside, you will find the Ministry of Culture building, and many wooden houses with stove tubes protruding from the windows, emitting black smoke. You may not believe it, but these wooden wooden houses are the offices of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers' Association. There are many units under the Ministry of Culture, most of which do not have their own offices, and they are all crowded here. "Huchi...huchi..." "Hey guys, it's so cold today!"
Chen Peisi parked the car and asked, "Lao Mao'er, what should we say?" "To be honest, we really don't understand the situation. When Director Huang came to see us, we thought we agreed just to host the Spring Festival Gala. Who knew there was competition within them? I think Teacher Chen is very generous, so it will be fine." "He's not a generous person. He used to tease people a lot when he was at Beijing Film Studio." "No way, right? He's very friendly to us and even invited us to get married." Zhu Shimao was a little surprised, and then said: "We shouldn't care about this. What I'm worried about is that the two of us have prepared a work and have already rehearsed it with Director Huang. Now we have to create another one? It's too late!" "Hey, how come we young actors are still involved in this matter?" Chen Peisi is the most impatient of these things. Huang Yihe came to invite him a few months ago, and the two of them accepted without thinking about anything else, and what happened was like this. Presently, they went upstairs and found an office with a piece of paper taped to the door. The calligraphy in calligraphy and beautiful handwriting looks like it was written by a woman: "1984 Spring Festival Gala Preparatory Office"! Abbreviation: Spring Festival! Knocking on the door and entering, there were actually quite a few people sitting inside. There were not enough chairs, so they were squatting and standing. The leader was Chen Qi, and Gong Xue was also there. There were also Li Wenhua, Li Jianqun, Li Lingyu, Liang Xiaosheng, Zhang Yimou, He Qun, Zhang Junzhao, He Ping. "Teacher Chen!" "You are here, find a place to squat!" NA Chen Qi introduced it, handed them the plan he wrote, and said: "Following what I just said, CCTV is making small moves for us. If we don't get angry, we will just hold the Spring Festival Gala here. CCTV is guarding us, we We are still on guard against him, who knows if he might steal our program? Time is tight and the tasks are heavy. In early January, the leaders will make a comprehensive assessment and decide who will lead the party. I won’t come back until November, so it will take me a full month to fight, but it doesn’t matter, I will definitely beat them! " Everyone responded in unison, except for the horse's head, which was looking at the clouds. After Chen Qi said that, he suddenly opened the bag and took out a pair of dark blue sleeves. He put them on his arms seriously and said, "Comrade Gong Xue sewed these specially for me. They are used at work to prevent the clothes from being worn out. I also Don’t wear it if you don’t like it.” Nong Xingxi! Gong Xue's eyes widened. She never thought that her grandson could be so shameless, digging his toes into the ground, trying to get into the cracks in the ground. Everyone was speechless. If they couldn't beat her, they would really want to beat her! Follow the programs one by one. Chen Qi started with Zhang Mingmin and said: ""One Cut Plum" is a Taiwanese song that almost no one in mainland China has heard of. Zhang Mingmin's voice and image are very suitable for singing this song. Let's play it."
Zhang Yimou held a tape recorder and pressed the button, and Zhang Mingmin's voice came out: "Snowflakes are flying, the north wind is blowing, and the world is vast..." "Not bad! This song is a hit!" "I like this tune!" "Although the lyrics are romantic, I think it expresses the plum blossoms standing proudly in the cold and snow, praising the perseverance despite suffering!" Liang Xiaosheng concluded as a Chinese class representative. "How's it going? Is it okay?" "Okay, okay! This song will have no problem on the Spring Festival Gala!" The reason why Chen Qi asked everyone to listen to it with their own ears was to boost their confidence. Then there were two songs by Li Lingyu. She had not recorded them yet, and she sang a few verses a cappella. He Ping raised his hand: "The ethnic customs are strong. Xiao Li is wearing those big earrings, and there are several girls and boys wearing ethnic minority costumes to dance with him. It must look very good." "I agree! It's best for Xiao Li to go barefoot!" He Qun said. "Add some more dance moves, dance while singing, separate the male and female backup dancers, like a folk song, back and forth." Zhang Junzhao said. "This is good, I have a picture." Chen Qi also thought for a while and directly named them: "Then leave it to He Ping, He Qun, and Zhang Junzhao. You are in charge of this show. For the music and dance parts, you go to the song and dance troupe for help and get my handwriting!" "good!" There were only a few programs in total. After Balabala finished talking, Chen Qi signaled, and Zhang Yimou started singing again. "365 miles, from spring and summer to autumn and winter..." "Eh? This isn't that, that?" ""365 Miles"!" "Ah! This song was created by Teacher Chen!" Everyone's eyes lit up. This song was popular in the newspapers a while ago, but the singer was never found, and the radio station didn't play it again, so it just dropped. I didn't expect it to be here. "Quiet, there's another song." "Clouds from Hometown" was played again. Chen Qi said: "Mr. Fei Xiang's mother went to Taiwan from the mainland, and his father is American. He is mixed-race and now has American citizenship. He is a famous singer. He was inspired and willing to return to the motherland. I arranged two songs for him." "" Everyone looked at each other and couldn't figure it out for a while. Li Jianqun asked: "Will he participate in the evaluation?" "Yes!" "Then we will definitely win!" This sentence brought everyone back, and the enthusiasm increased by 70%: "Hahaha, what can CCTV use to compete with us? Let them use small tricks!" "They can't win with big or small tricks. This time they are embarrassed!" "It's what they deserve!" "Teacher Li, you and Zhang Yi are responsible for this program." "Okay!" Li Jianqun nodded. "I don't trust CCTV staff. You are my relatives and close friends. Although you are not in the TV program business, you are experts in your respective fields and have high aesthetic qualities. That's all. When you encounter professional problems, you should go to the relevant personnel to solve them. The Spring Festival Gala is now a top priority in the department. You have the imperial sword. You can act first and report later. You don't have to be afraid of anything. In addition, you are also needed to make phone calls, find people, costumes, props, vehicles and so on."
Chen Qi continued: "We can't just rely on Fei Xiang. That's nothing to be proud of. We have to come up with real things. Pace, Lao Maoer!" "Here, here!" The two stood up. "What is the skit you gave Director Huang?" "Well, we continued the idea of "Eating Noodles" and arranged a program called "Making Movies." "Making Movies" was a skit in the 1985 Spring Festival Gala. The level was okay, but the difference was that it was the same routine as "Eating Noodles" and lacked innovation. The 1985 Spring Festival Gala was held at the Workers' Stadium. At that time, there was no technical condition to play a large-scale outdoor evening party live broadcast? There was a lot of criticism, and Chen Peisi suffered the most. Due to the needs of the show, he could only wear a single shirt, single pants, cloth shoes, and his calves were exposed. It was the coldest time of the year, and it was said that he went to the hospital after the performance. Chen Qi pretended to listen to the two people's description and shook his head: "No, it's the same as "Eating Noodles", even the plot is almost the same, there is no novelty and it will make everyone laugh." He took out the script of "Mutton Kebab": "Play mine!"