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, grabbed the snow on the ground and started playing, and were sucked 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, with many wooden wooden houses, and 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, so 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's okay."
"He is not a generous person. He used to tease people a lot when he was at Beijing Film Studio." "No way? He is 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 intolerant 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. Now, 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!
Knocked on the door and went in. There were quite a few people sitting inside. There were not enough chairs, but 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 had written, 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 on guard against us, and we We are still on guard against him, who knows if he will 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 defeat them!”
Everyone responded in unison, except for the horse's head, which was looking up at Yun Yun.
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 If it’s not good, don’t wear it.”
Let’s go west!
Gong Xue's eyes widened. She never thought that her grandson could be so shameless, digging his toes into the ground and trying to get into the cracks. Everyone was speechless. If they couldn't beat him, they would really want to beat him!
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 falling, 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, so 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 accompany the dancers. 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, and go back and forth like a folk song." Zhang Junzhao said.
"This is good, I have a picture."
Chen Qi also thought about it and directly called the names: "Then leave it to He Ping, He Qun, and Zhang Junzhao. You are responsible for the music and dance parts of this show. You can 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..."
"Huh? Isn't this 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 fell into place. I didn't expect it to be here.
"Quiet, there's another song." Played "Clouds from Hometown" again.
Chen Qidao: "The mother of Mr. Fei Xiang went to Taiwan from the mainland, and his father is an American. He is of mixed race and is now an American and a famous singer. He was inspired and willing to return to the motherland. I arranged two songs for him. "
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Everyone looked at each other and couldn't wrap their heads around it for a while. Li Jianqun asked: "Is he participating in the evaluation?"
"Participate!" "Then we will definitely win!"
One sentence brought everyone back, and their enthusiasm increased by seven or eight points: "Hahaha, what are CCTV going to do with us? Let them use small tricks!"
"You can't win with big or small moves. This time you will lose face!" "You deserve it!"
"Teacher Li, you and Zhang Yimou are in charge of this program." "Thank you!" Li Jianqun nodded.
"I don't trust CCTV personnel. You are my close friends and relatives. Although you are not involved in TV programs, you are experts in your respective fields and have a high level of aesthetic quality. That's fine.
When you encounter professional problems, you go to the relevant personnel to solve them. The Spring Festival Gala is now the top priority in the department. You have the sword of Shang Fang. Cut it first and then show it. There is nothing to be afraid of. In addition, make phone calls to find people, costumes, props, vehicles, etc.
, also need your help."
Chen Qi continued: "We can't just rely on Fei Xiang, there's nothing to be proud of, we have to come up with something real. Pace, Lao Mao'er!"
"Here, there!" The two stood up.
"What's the sketch you gave Director Huang?"
"Well, we continued the idea of ​​"Eating Noodles" and arranged a program called "Making Movies"."
"Making a Movie" was a skit in the 1985 Spring Festival Gala. It was of good quality, but the only difference was that it followed the same routine as "Eating Noodles" and lacked innovation.
The 1985 Spring Festival Gala was held at the Workers' Stadium. How could there be the technical conditions to broadcast a large-scale outdoor party at that time? There was a lot of criticism. Chen Peisi was the most miserable. Due to the needs of the show, he could only wear single clothes, single pants, and cloth shoes, with his clothes exposed.
calf.
It's the twelfth lunar month of winter, and I heard that I went to the hospital right after the performance.
Chen Qi pretended to listen to the two people's descriptions and shook his head: "No, it's a different soup than "Eating Noodles". Even the baggage is the same. There is no new idea that will make everyone laugh."
Chapter completed!