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October 1, National Day.

Everyone is on vacation, but the TV station is busy with the heat.

This year the media industry is really lagging behind. It is said that the studio of Beijing and Taiwan, a small stage, below is the auditorium, rows and rows of high and low benches, even seats. Leave a piece in front and set a few round tables to count as VIP seats.

The entire studio can't fit even 500 people. It's not as good as a big screening hall in later generations theaters.

The leaders of Beijing and Taiwan, the leaders of the municipal propaganda department, cultural department, radio and television department, and public security department were all present. Liu Ditai's running behind the scenes was full of sweat, and he was almost his younger brother.

A total of fifty programs have been prepared, and the screening rate is not high.

Fifteen were reviewed today, and Xu Fei poked in the background, cheering Yang Liping and Teacher De Dema.

The order of appearance is very important, the two Mongolian singers can not be put in one day, they will repeat once they are heard. Tian Zhen can't be put with A Mao either. A Mao's song is too atmospheric. Tian Zhen's story is almost close, so he is with Tao Jin.

Yang Liping looked at the side curtain and looked out, knowing that the rows were all big leaders, all expressionless, and he was a bit embarrassed.

"Mr. Xu, what else do I need to prepare?"

She had already changed her clothes. The beautiful peacock fairy costume, with a thick stage makeup, was not very confident, and turned around in small steps.

"It's good, just play normally, and you won the first place anyway, don't be nervous."

"That's different. There is no leader in the dance competition. Hey, have the lights been coordinated?"

"All right."

"What about music?"

"Am I so unprofessional?"

"No, no, of course you are very professional."

Yang Liping glanced at him, slightly stable.

Now the level of dance beauty is backward, not too particular. She wanted to paint a set, quiet moonlight, there was a peacock dancing ... Let Xu Fei give up.

The posters of the later generations were made by computers, and now they are all hand-painted, and the pleats of the cloth can be seen hanging on the back.

He designed it very simply, using light to create a sense of beauty and mystery with a sense of independence. The effect is very good, and Yang Liping is also very satisfied.

"Teacher, don't you feel nervous?"

"I'm also nervous."

Dedema wears his national costume and looks out.

"Yo, you played eight days in a row at Tianqiao Theater, and the venue was full. That's how you've seen the world. How could it be nervous!"

Xu Fei tried his best to ease the emotions of the two.

"Who is the next show?"

At this moment, Liu Di ran in with sweat.

"This!" Teacher Xu raised his hand.

"Ouch, why don't you worry, hurry up!"

"Well, here."

I promised here, and whispered to Dedemar over there: "Don't listen to him, how to sing and how to sing, we can get 100 points if we play normally!"

The teacher did not speak Putonghua very well and spoke little. After hearing the smile, he took a few deep breaths.

Xu Fei checked the music again and ran outside after confirming that it was correct, comparing gestures.

The host of Beijing TV began to report, "The next show, the singer De Dema from the Central National Song and Dance Troupe, will bring you" My Home in the Beautiful Grassland. "

Buzz!

As soon as the name was reported, the people below were a little upset.

She is now well-known in the industry. She has been in the newspaper, but she has never been on TV.

I saw on the bright stage, a singer wearing a blue Mongolian robe, with braids in the back, and a stiff facial line.

The music over there is gentle and melodious.

De Dema opened his mouth, "My home in the beautiful grassland, the wind blows the green grass everywhere, the colorful butterflies sing the white birds, the beautiful water in a bay reflects the sunset ..."

"..."

Xu Fei pursed her lips, but she could not find any adjectives.

This kind of feeling is like a person suddenly eating delicious food, suddenly seeing a rainbow after the rain, and suddenly meeting with an old friend on the street ... With a little surprise, excited, moved, and finally transformed into a sentence, life Beautiful.

The mezzo-soprano is so rare.

Dedema is not as low and thick as Jiangyang Dolma. It needs to be lighter, but it is this lighter, and it is even more pleasant to match this song.

Comfortable, comfortable listening, addictive feeling.

When the song was together, there was even more commotion underneath, and slowly, all listening to the song quietly. After a song, Dedema bowed and stepped down.

"Okay, there is nothing to say, it's nice."

"You don't need to review this, just pass it."

"The second round has also gone through the trial and it is ready to go on stage."

"Agree."

"Agree."

Without mentioning them, Xu Fei hurried up there, and subconsciously wanted to give a hug, but felt inappropriate, and had to slap gently, "Let's not say one hundred points, two hundred points is not exaggerated!"

"I am better now."

The teacher let out a breath and relaxed.

One after another, the program was staged one after another, and some of them stopped when they watched, and some reservations were to be determined. The most controversial one was the ballet.

The little girls in several dance schools, wearing white short skirts, two long legs wrapped in white socks, and showing their trousers when they lifted their legs ...

Bad cold!

Many judges are from the previous generation, and they are least used to this, but the younger ones feel that there is no problem. How do you dance if you do n’t dance like this?

Do you wear trousers?

I didn't understand it for a long time, and I will leave it to be decided.

Yang Liping ranked third from the bottom.

After playing, the lights went out, and then a few beams of lights suddenly turned on, like a white circle drawn on the ground, cold and quiet.

The music sounded, Yang Liping held the skirt in one hand, turned it in place, the neck was slender and straight, and the corners of the skirt were flying, as if a peacock was showing off its beauty in a stretch.

In a few moments, she bent to the ground, trembling softly and bonelessly, and then stood up again, with one hand up.

Three fingers are raised, **** are close together, a little trembling, pecking and raising, and suddenly turning back, such as long neck bending, combing Cuiyu.

"..."

Everyone is stupid, there is no movement.

When the dance was over and there was a few seconds of silence, the warmest applause in the whole audience rang.

"Boom!"

The leader clapped his hands and knew that the party was stable.

Liu Di clenched his fists hard, knowing that he was stable.

Even the photographers, directors, and sweepers followed the applause, never seen such a dance.

"No, didn't play well ..."

Yang Liping returned to the background, panting while covering his chest, excited.

"It's okay, let's play as much as possible during the recording, then the whole Taiwan will have to cooperate with you, you are the queen mother!"

"You will tell jokes."

Xu Feike didn't tell a joke, he specifically let these two lead the way, equivalent to Wang Biao.

For a party, there must be one or two programs to be the main axis, "Spirit of the Sparrow" is the kind of program that will not be screened out regardless of how to choose.

...

The first day started.

Three eliminated, six to be determined, and six to pass. Two of them went straight to the end, and Teacher Xu took all.

The next day, Tian Zhen and Tao Jin.

Tian Zhen is to be determined. Tao Jin was indeed talented, and he composed a two-person dance. He also brought a little plot and told a little couple to be awkward and reconciled. In about four minutes, all those classics such as glass-wiping, power transmission, and spacewalk are all there.

The program is fresh and does not exceed the standard, the discussion is still over.

On the third day, it was Uncle Amao and Teng.

Amaoli stood there one stop, as long as she sang OK.

She sings well and sings well, and her typhoon is upright, few people can compare, and in the end it is straight-through. Uncle Teng repeats the songs of Prairie because he repeats with Dedema, and they are mixed and reserved.

Screening in the first trial and second trial is to accurately grasp the content of the program.

At the end of the rehearsal, it depends on the overall duration, and the overtime continues to be eliminated. If it is not enough, it will be selected from the pending programs.

"Don't be discouraged, there is a great chance ..."

On the third day, the review was over. When leaving, Xu Fei specially comforted Uncle Teng, "I can't do anything. I think of a way to mix your two programs together, and change the format."

"No trouble, Teacher Dedema sings better than me, she should be on stage."

"It's okay, I'll contact you later, don't be discouraged ... Amao, I'm leaving now!"

He waved his hand over there, and really couldn't think of a female singer who glared at the name.

She was 63 years old and she was only two years old. In her eyes, this little teacher Xu is good, it is always cheap and whispering, kind of outrageous.

Xu Fei came out of the stage, it was dark, and he drove all the way, only to arrive at the color TV center after a little past seven.

Located on the shore of Yuyuantan Lake, 136.5 meters high, it is one of the top ten buildings in Beijing in the 1980s.

When Nixon visited China that year, the United States accompanied five television broadcast trucks and a satellite ground station. As the landline landed, it spread the news all over the world.

As a result, China, the host country, was unable to spread the news quickly, so it was determined to build this modern color TV center.

"..."

Xu Fei looked at the towering building in the night, which was no longer the mood at the time of the review.

Wandering downstairs for a while, then stepped inside.