Entertainment 1998

Chapter 136 Chapter 135, New Year

Chapter 136 Chapter 135, New Year

"Ha ha…"

The timing was very good. Amid the laughter of the audience, Jiang Feng's skit "Fragment" lasted 13 minutes and 22 seconds and ended successfully.

After coming down from the stage, Jiang Feng didn't dare to delay. He crossed the circular corridor outside Studio No. 1 and ran to the public dressing room.

Time is still a bit tight. The skit "Fragments" is the third program, and the song "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth" is the 3th program, after the song "For Whom" which praises the flood-fighting heroes. The intention of the Spring Festival Gala director is very clear, that is, while we praise the heroes, we must also praise the leadership of the Party and this era!

The public dressing room was still very busy, with extras and small and medium-sized actors constantly coming in and out. Since Jiang Feng was already considered a small star, and had to perform in two shows, he did have a fixed makeup artist.

"Jiang Feng..."

"Hello, Teacher Fu."

The makeup artist's surname is Fu. He was the one who did Jiang Feng's styling and makeup for the skit, and he will also be asked to do his styling and makeup for the singing.

Teacher Fu's workstation was right at the entrance of the public dressing room. When Jiang Feng walked in, he saw Jiang Feng at a glance.

"Jiang Feng, wait a moment. I'll finish Ms. Zhao's makeup first, and then I'll help you with your hairstyle."

When he came to the makeup artist, Jiang Feng could see clearly that it was Teacher Fu who was applying makeup on Zhao Laonian's face.

There was a stool next to Zhao Laonian from Northeast China and the makeup artist. Jiang Feng pulled the stool over and found a spot that was not blocking the way and sat down. He wanted to take a short break and prepare for the next show immediately.

But just as he sat down, he heard Zhao Laonian say, "Jiang Feng, I just watched the skit you performed on the TV in the corridor, it was very good.

Even though I have a high sense of humour, there are still a few jokes that make you laugh loudly.”

"Thank you, thank you Teacher Zhao!"

Being able to receive comments from the future sketch king, Jiang Feng felt that he should express his sincere gratitude, no matter whether he was praising or criticizing.

"Haha, don't thank me, because there are some things I haven't finished saying yet."

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, you go ahead."

"Jiang Feng, your skit is good, and your performance is also good, but I think you still don't take care of some of the audience."

"For example?" Jiang Feng asked humbly.

"People who have never lived in the city don't quite understand some of the jokes in your skits. For example, they don't know what a farewell party is. For example, viewers who haven't watched My Fair Princess don't know the funny part of your line "Your Majesty, do you still remember Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake?"..."

At the beginning, Jiang Feng still had respect for Zhao Laonian. Not everyone can support the younger generation.

But as he was talking, Jiang Feng sighed.

Old Zhao is getting a little too proud of himself.

In the past two years, he has been suppressed by the combination of Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao, and basically never won the Best Sketch Award at the Spring Festival Gala. This year, these two people did not appear on the Spring Festival Gala, so Lao Zhao should be determined to win this time.

You see, although Jiang Feng’s sketch is quite funny, it still has many flaws!

……

The makeup artist worked very quickly.

After helping Zhao Laonian with his old-age look, she quickly worked on Jiang Feng. She first fixed Jiang Feng's messy hairstyle, then wiped off the dark circles under his eyes from the skit, reapplied foundation, and then trimmed his eyebrows, slightly raising the tail of Jiang Feng's eyebrows. This way, he looked very heroic...

It doesn’t take long, about 15 minutes.

Jiang Feng came out of the dressing room and walked to the circular corridor of Studio No. 1. The TV was playing the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala.

The skit on the screen was Zhao Lirong's "The Old General Comes Out", and Jiang Feng suddenly felt a little sad when he saw her performing the skit. At this time, many people didn't know that the old lady had been diagnosed with advanced lung cancer, but she still insisted on going to the stage despite the illness, and also showed off a wave of Tangshan-flavored English, leaving the audience with her last memory of the Spring Festival Gala.

While the old lady was still performing on the stage, Su Youpeng and Gu Juji appeared beside Jiang Feng. There were about 8 shows left before it was their turn.

Su and Gu wanted to take advantage of this last bit of time to practice one more time with their dancers in the circular corridor outside Hall 1, so as to get back into shape before going on stage.

However, Jiang Feng wanted to watch Feng Gong and Niu Qun's crosstalk "Look at These Two Dads" on the TV screen again.

As a time traveler, Jiang Feng knew that this year's Spring Festival Gala would be the last collaboration between this golden pair. After that, Niu Qun went to the grassroots level to serve as an official, and then suffered a serious setback.

After Feng Gong and Niu Qun broke up, they found Guo Donglin to partner with them again, which made countless audiences remember Goubuli steamed buns and Sun Wen smoking a cigarette. Later, Feng Gong began to tinker with skits, of course, according to his own words, crosstalk dramas, which he has been performing for nearly 20 years, making him the crosstalk artist who has appeared on the Spring Festival Gala the most times.

But there was no other way. Looking at the two colleagues from Hong Kong and Taiwan beside him, Jiang Feng still cooperated with them and practiced with the dancers.

No one sang out loud, for fear of disturbing the people watching TV in the corridor. They just practiced dancing and moving around. Currently, there is no such thing as a C position in the Chinese entertainment industry. If there was, both Su and Gu would regret their decision to let Jiang Feng stand in the middle.

There was no way. Among the three, Jiang Feng was the tallest. Whether he stood on the left or the right, it would not coordinate, so he could only stand in the middle.

After the practice, we waited for a while.

At this time, the staff of the Spring Festival Gala program team finally came over and called Jiang Feng, Su Youpeng, Gu Juji and others to go on stage.

Beijing, Beijing Film Academy

Room 3, Building 202.

Wang Fei sat alone in the living room. Although his eyes were fixed on the TV screen, his thoughts were indeed drifting far away.

This year, my mother passed away.

The person who loved me the most in this world is gone.

Dad remarried.

Already have a family of his own.

Now, I call him during the Chinese New Year and tell him that I have had a good year.

My brother opened a trading company in Shanghai by himself. Although the business is not very good, it is still no problem for him to support himself.

A few days ago, I asked my brother to come to Beijing to celebrate the New Year, but he refused to come. Haha, I know that my brother is afraid that I will urge him to get married. In the past, it was like this every year. I always liked to pull my brother's ear and nag him, saying that he is so old now and should get married.

But the brother had no idea that his beloved sister had already divorced, so how could she have the leisure to urge him? !

This year is the first year of their divorce. Although Tongtong is young, he seems to have sensed something and insists on going to Beisan Tiao Hutong to celebrate the New Year.

So, I sent her over and let her celebrate the New Year with her grandmother and aunt.

As for myself, I returned here again.

Well, maybe, on this New Year's Eve, I want to enjoy this loneliness? !
Eh…

Thinking of this, Wang Fei sighed and turned her gaze back to the TV screen. At this moment, she found a handsome man in a white suit standing on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala and singing.

"This dragon scale once fell to the ground with a clang like broken ice

I can't bear to hear the story of every inch of my heart.
A person observes etiquette and keeps a quiet heart while playing the melodious guqin. A gentleman’s heart
I am awake waiting for the echo circling the great Chinese civilization
......"

(End of this chapter)

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