1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 436 Disaster Level Scene

As the morning light of the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month climbed over the gray wall of Jingshan East, Jiang Xian and Zhu Lin were awakened by the sound of chopping boards.

"Ah, what time is it?"

"It's early."

Jiang Xian yawned, hugged his wife, and kissed and nibbled her in the quilt for a while.

"Well, get up quickly. There are a lot of things to do today."

Without further escalating the battle, Jiang Xian stretched himself, shivered as he put on his cotton coat and trousers, then picked up the thermos, poured hot water into the basin, dipped his hands twice, shaved his face with soap, and began to wash.

"Jiang Xian!"

His mother shouted in the yard, "Hurry up and move the honeycomb coal. We need to stew some pork for lunch."

You all know about stewed pig intestines, right? It is a home-cooked snack in Beijing, mainly made of pig intestines, supplemented by pig heart, pig stomach, pig lungs and other internal organs.

People in Beijing love to eat offal.

Whether it is stir-fried liver, braised liver or fried sausage, the internal organs are prepared in different ways.

Outsiders would definitely back off when seeing so many internal organs, but Beijingers would only say two words:
typical!

Jiang Xian stood up to help get it over, and then began to write the couplet.

Today, almost everyone in the entire alley came to their house to ask for couplets.

Almost everyone in the alley knows that the person living in this house is a nationally famous writer!
“This is well written!”

"He has both form and spirit, he is unrestrained and suave, and he has a high level of talent."

"Master, absolutely a master!"

The old neighbors who were watching nodded their heads while leaning on their crutches.

Jiang Xian was seen lying in front of the desk, his wrist moving slightly, the goat's hair brush moving across the cut red paper, and the ink seeping into the paper texture.

First couplet: "The east wind brings rain and makes the mountains green."

Second line: "Policy returns to the heart and spring is everywhere."

The horizontal banner reads: "Spring is everywhere."

Aunt Wang from the neighborhood committee took the couplet, glanced at it, and was overjoyed, "What a spring that has come to fill the world! What a spring that has come to fill the world! Comrade Jiang Xian, please help me. I will put this couplet up at the entrance of our neighborhood committee right now!"

Everyone was envious for a moment.

The couplets of the street committee were all written by Jiang Xian. This is the greatest honor of the entire alley!
On the other side, Rao Yuemei was about to finish collecting her things.

"Old Rao, I'll bring you some frozen persimmons from Miyun. Put them under the windowsill to keep them cold. You can have them as a snack on the night of the 30th."

"Oh, how can this be so embarrassing."

"You can't let Jiang Xian write couplets for nothing."

"That's right, keep it, keep it."

"Aunt Mei, I bought some tiaozi cakes in Chongwen this morning. I'll bring some over for you."

"This is the jujube bun I steamed myself."

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"Oh, how can I do that? I can't have that, I can't have that." Rao Yuemei tried her best to refuse but her mouth couldn't close.

The things are not expensive, but people respect you, so they come to ask you for couplets and give you things.

"Sister, you're back." Jiang Ke happily went over and held Jiang Qin's hand.

Jiang Qin and Bian Huawei's family specially rushed back to Beijing to celebrate the New Year this year. Jiang Xian's father went to the train station to pick them up early in the morning.

Jiang Qin returned home, and was delighted. Looking at the scene in the yard, she felt that her own yard seemed to have become the Ningguo Mansion in "Dream of Red Mansions".

As soon as the New Year came, the Ningguo Mansion was fawned on by people like Wu Jinxiao, who would give them two pairs of live deer, four pairs of black rabbits, two pairs of live golden pheasants, and two pairs of Western ducks.
Of course, it’s a new era now and this kind of thing is no longer popular. What we send are just some red paper wrapped glutinous rice cakes and winter stored cabbages tied with straw ropes.

However, it can still be seen that the Jiang family has a great influence in Jingshan East Hutong.

After a busy day, it soon came to evening. The neighbors basically went back to their homes, and Jiang Xian's family, which was finally reunited, also began to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.

The dusk dyed the eaves red. Jiang Xian, who finally had some free time, went to the toilet. When he came back and looked at the scene in the yard, he felt that this year was very lively and full of the festive atmosphere.

He, his father and Bian Huawei ate peanuts and drank wine while talking about state affairs.

The kitchen was filled with steam, like a fairyland. Rao Yuemei, Zhu Lin and Jiang Qin, three female relatives, were busy inside, and every now and then they would bring a plate of food to the main room.

As for Jiang Ke, he was like the king of children, leading Jiang Qin's two sons and holding Jiang Niannian in his arms, running from room to room, having a lot of fun.

Soon, the table was filled with stewed pork belly, four-happiness meatballs, braised hairtail, cabbage hearts with Laba garlic, mustard dumplings, and fried rice cakes. A green glass bottle of Erguotou was placed in the middle of the table.

"Wow, such a rich meal?" Bian Huawei was surprised and called out, "Children, come and eat."

The whole family gathered around the table, chattering and having a lively time.

Jiang Xian felt relieved and glanced at the time again, "Hey? The party has started, right? Turn on the TV and watch."

"Spring Festival Gala?"

Zhu Lin blinked, afraid that it would affect Jiang Xian's mood, "Come on, turn it off, I don't want to watch it."

Others immediately understood and echoed.

“Who’s watching that?”

"That's right, why watch TV? Let's just have a nice dinner at home."

"Nothing interesting."

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Bian Huawei wanted to see it, but seeing that everyone was saying the same thing, he was too embarrassed to say it.

As for Jiang Qin, she just heard from Rao Yuemei that Jiang Xian was angry at CCTV, and she was also trying to stop him.

"Watch less TV and save some electricity."

Jiang Xian felt it was strange, but he didn't think about it in detail. "It's okay, just put it aside. I have something else to look at."

He pressed the knob and changed the channel. After a while, Zhao Zhongxiang appeared on the screen.

I saw him wearing a neat Zhongshan suit. Behind him it was pitch black and crowded with people.

"Good evening, dear audience, this is the Beijing Workers' Stadium."

“The Spring Festival Gala is broadcast live here.”

As soon as the words fell, colorful lights came on, music started, and the actors and hosts all came on stage and waved.

Ma Ji came out.

He first said hello and then introduced the hosts to everyone. In addition to Jiang Kun, there were three female comrades.

One is mainland actress Zhang Yu, one is Taiwanese female host Zhu Yuanyi, and one is Hong Kong actress Banban.

The most popular actresses from both sides of the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong all appeared on stage to wish the people of the whole country a happy new year. From this point of view, it is understandable why CCTV would rather "invite" Jiang Xian to leave and insist on having Chen Chong on stage.

The original intention was indeed good, but unfortunately they didn't expect that Chen Chong not only had a crooked butt, but also had no brains.

Jiang Xian was eating melon seeds and staring at the TV screen intently.

The person who had the biggest conflict with the Spring Festival Gala is now watching it with great interest.

Such abnormality inevitably made the whole family worried, and they were all very nervous.

At this moment, the person who is also worried is Huang Yihe, the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala.

After the live broadcast began, the chaos on the scene was beyond his expectations.

In order to give a good command, he almost shouted himself hoarse, but still couldn't quickly spread the instructions to the entire audience.

Because there was no intercom on site!
That's right, not even a walkie-talkie.

Everyone can only communicate through wired headphones.

However, the various outdoor noises mixed together caused great problems with the headphone reception, making it extremely difficult to convey commands and the communication efficiency between the two parties was extremely low.

As a result, just a short while after the party started, the scheduling completely failed.

Huang Yihe felt that as the on-site commander, he was like a blind and deaf person, and he could hardly get any information from various units.

Likewise, his orders could not be executed quickly.

In the first few shows, the lighting was not coordinated. Sometimes I could see the actors, and the next moment it was pitch black.

Huang Yihe felt like his heart was bleeding.

What an accident!
This is a major accident!
The people at the scene couldn't see clearly, let alone the audience in front of the TV, who must have been even more confused.

In addition to the lighting, the host's speech was also not very smooth and his voice was high and low at times.

How is this possible?
Huang Yihe immediately spoke through the microphone, trying to guide the host on the scene and save the chaotic situation.

Although he shouted, the host and actors on site could hardly hear the instructions, or could only hear a few words and could not understand them at all.

The already chaotic situation became even more chaotic. "Director, there's a call from the station."

Huang Yihe wiped the sweat from his forehead and went to answer the call. As expected, the person on the phone was criticizing him profusely and asking him to keep the situation stable.

He nodded and hung up, then asked his assistant, "What's the next show?"

".It is the comedy sketch "Making a Movie" by Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao."

Huang Yihe had no choice but to pin his hopes on this sketch.

Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao, these are a pair of treasures that he finally dug out last year.

These two people did not let him down.

Chen Peisi's performance was vivid and lifelike, with one joke after another thrown out every now and then. Many of the nervous staff members couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Towards the end of the performance, Chen Peisi only wore a single coat and stood in the cold wind, acting like he was feeling very hot.

Zhu Shimao was so mean next to him.

Sometimes they asked him to take off his clothes, sometimes they fanned him, and sometimes they simply brought a basin of cold water and poured it on Chen Peisi.

"The actor really acted as if he was frozen." The assistant exclaimed in admiration.

Others agreed.

"Look at how he trembles. This actor is amazing!"

"Yeah yeah."

"It looks like it's really frozen."

"Ha ha ha ha."

After the two of them finished performing this skit, Huang Yihe gained a lot of confidence and felt that the situation had become much more stable.

"Comrades, we must have confidence in this evening show"

"Director, this is bad!"

Huang Yihe was trying to stabilize the morale of the troops when a piece of bad news came:
"Chen Peisi was sent to the hospital!"

"What?"

Huang Yihe was confused, "Why was he sent to the hospital?"

"It's too cold on the stage, I'm freezing." The assistant looked anxious.

Huang Yihe also reacted.

No wonder the performance is so vivid!

This boy is really cold!
Only then did he remember that he was in the Workers' Stadium where the wind was blowing in from all sides. In such cold weather, the heating did not work. Chen Peisi was only wearing a single coat. It would be strange if he was not cold!

"Director, not only Chen Peisi can't stand it anymore, many audiences can't stand the cold either."

Someone else came to report.

"We were more than an hour slower than normal, and many audience members couldn't stand the cold weather and wanted to leave."

"Director, this is bad!"

The heating problem here has not been solved yet, and soon there is bad news:
"I don't know which grandson stole the prize for our final raffle!"

"Stolen?"

Huang Yihe almost fainted.

The originally planned lottery session included a grand prize, which was a "Jialing" motorcycle.

"How could such a good car disappear out of thin air? Hurry up and look for it!"

"Director, this is bad!"

"What happened again?"

"Our prop cow got angry for no apparent reason and we can't get it out no matter what!"

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Huang Yihe was a little desperate.

At this moment, there is really a feeling that "when the luck comes, heaven and earth are on your side, and when the luck is gone, the hero cannot be free."

However, as the chief director, he must not lose control and must keep the whole situation stable.

"Skip to the next part! Let's arrange for the actors to come on stage to warm up the place and send New Year's greetings to the audience!"

The instructions were passed down slowly.

The next moment, Chen Chong came on stage wearing a red dress, looking very happy.

When they saw her appear, the audience was immediately excited and applauded loudly.

The audience in front of the TV were also excited.

"Chen Chong!"

"Isn't this Xiaohua?!"

Joan Chen is considered a talented young actress.

When she was a girl, she already showed an exceptionally outstanding appearance. At the age of 15, she was selected by Xie Jin to act in the movie "Youth" as a mute girl.

Under the training of Xie Jin, Chen Chong made her mark with the role of a mute girl. Later, when she was still a high school student, she was spotted by the Beijing Film Studio and starred in "Little Flower".

"Little Flower" became a national hit, and Chen Chong became famous, won awards, and became the 19-year-old movie queen.

Even though he has disappeared from the screen for a long time, the audience still cannot forget the stunning moment on the screen.

Seeing Chen Chong warm up the audience smoothly, Huang Yihe felt relieved and even thought, "It's a good thing I didn't listen to Jiang Xian's advice."

If Chen Chong hadn't been here, he would really be helpless right now.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the host interacted happily with Chen Chong, and the atmosphere finally became lively.

After chatting for a few minutes, the host said:

"Please, Chen Chong, the audience present here and the audience watching on TV, say a few words of blessing for the New Year."

"Yeah."

All eyes were focused on the stage, and Chen Chong, wearing a red dress, smiled and picked up the microphone:

"I have been in the United States for three years, and this is my first time celebrating the Spring Festival."

"I had no intention of coming back, but since my Chinese zodiac sign is the Ox, some powerful people told me that I should go back to China this year."

"According to your Chinese custom, I also tied a red belt."

"To use a popular Chinese saying: I wish you all a happy Chinese New Year and prosperity."

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The joy on the audience's faces faded little by little, from enthusiasm to indifference, shock, and disbelief.

What did she say?
Press. Press you Chinese?

Did you hear me wrong?

Not to mention the audience, even the host was dumbfounded.

He stood there on the stage in a daze, not knowing how to respond to Chen Chong's words, sweat breaking out on the back of his head.

In the command room, Huang Yihe's expression seemed to be frozen.

When he heard Chen Chong say this, he felt his head buzzing and he could no longer stand. He visibly collapsed and slumped in the chair.

All previous failures can be attributed to insufficient preparation.

But what Chen Chong said.