Huayu became famous overnight

Chapter 202 He Really Became the Pillar of the Family
"Hey, the tough guy is here?"

Little Song Jia looked Xu Ming up and down and chuckled.

Ever since the latter posted that Weibo, he has been teased by fans as a "tough handsome guy".

So much so that Han Han went back and saw the Weibo post and reposted it, describing himself as a "soft handsome guy".

Well, after looking at it this way, Xu Ming thinks it’s better to be harder.

"There was a traffic jam on the road. I ran here and almost got stuck in the traffic." Xu Ming complained.

He always came early before, and this time he thought that since it was not far from CCTV, he could stay at home and spend more time with his parents.

I almost missed it.

Fortunately, he was stuck in the middle and it only took him about ten minutes to run.

Otherwise, since there are no shared bicycles at this moment, he can’t learn from Tan Weiwei’s performance of riding a shared bicycle to rush to the Spring Festival Gala in 22.

It's quite a coincidence that the other party also sang solo on the Spring Festival Gala this year.

"By the way, why are you here at the Spring Festival Gala?"

Xu Ming came back to his senses and said in surprise.

"How fresh! Only you are allowed to go, but others can't?"

Little Song Jia rolled his eyes and explained, "I'm in Teacher Feng's crosstalk show."

"Oh, Teacher Feng's skit. I won't be performing the skit this year. It's your turn now." Xu Ming said with a smile.

"You don't perform skits anymore?" Little Song Jia was stunned for a moment, his face full of surprise.

The news that the other party would be performing on the Spring Festival Gala was exposed early on by the media reporters who were waiting in ambush.

But the fact that he would not perform skits was kept strictly confidential.

"Yeah, solo." Xu Ming said.

Little Song Jia clenched her back teeth. She originally thought that by performing on the Spring Festival Gala with Feng Gong's skit, she could at least catch up with him, if not catch up with him.

Who would have thought that he would turn around and perform a solo.

This is so much better than her being a supporting role in a skit.

"You are quite capable."

"Just average, third in the world."

Xu Ming cupped his hands, and his cocky look made little Song Jia very unhappy.

She suddenly leaned in closer and said, "Where are you going back to later? I'll come find you."

"Forget about it today. My parents are waiting for me at home." Xu Ming declined.

He glanced at the other's increasingly plump curves and said, "Tomorrow, I'll come find you. Is an hour enough?"

Little Song Jia was so angry that she laughed: "Who do you think I am?"

Just leave when you're done, this place has become a hotel.

"Two hours." Xu Ming said fiercely.

"Row."

Xiao Songjia thought it would be nice to run it as a hotel sometimes.

After thinking about it for a while, my body felt a little weak.

"I'll go over first. The show is scheduled early, so we have to prepare in advance."

After Xu Ming finished speaking, he walked past the other person, turned sideways, and pinched him implicitly: "Text me the location."

Little Song Jia trembled and spat in the direction where the little enemy left.

Originally, the program team wanted to schedule his show before or after Uncle Benshan.

The master and disciple have more topics to talk about when they get together.

But Xu Ming refused and suggested playing it before ten o'clock. The song "Where Has the Time Gone" is a sentimental one.

Next to his master, it was almost twelve o'clock.

Either you are extremely sleepy or you force yourself to be awake, but the sentimental effect will definitely be greatly reduced.

What's more, he has arranged the promotion on Weibo, so of course it has to be done early.

Xu Ming came to the room where his master was and opened the door.

It's bustling inside.

Many younger comedians are visiting Uncle Benshan.

After all, when it comes to the language programs of the Spring Festival Gala, Uncle Benshan will always be a huge obstacle that cannot be avoided.

"Master, I am here to wish you a happy new year."

As soon as Xu Ming entered the room, he started shouting and pretended to kneel on the ground to kowtow to his master and wish him a happy new year.

"Stop pretending, I don't have any red envelopes in my pocket." Uncle Benshan scolded with a smile.

Xu Ming straightened his half-bent knees immediately: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I wasted half a squat."

"Hey, I think you're almost a master."

Uncle Benshan was stunned for a moment, then pointed at Xu Ming and said cheerfully, "How are the preparations going?"

"It's okay. Anyway, I just need to lip sync when I go on stage."

Xu Ming did not hide his lip-syncing at all.

It was only at this time that the others realized that the other party was not going to perform the skit anymore.

My mind was wandering for a moment.

Including Jia Ling, Bai Kainan, and Li Jing and He Yunwei who are still in Deyun Club.

It can be seen that Uncle Benshan is getting older and is gradually wanting to step down and let others take over.

Everyone originally thought that Xu Ming would be the successor.

Now it seems that the other party does not seem to have this intention.

If so...

They looked at each other and it seemed that they had a chance.

Xu Ming noticed the changes in the expressions of the people in the room and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The Spring Festival Gala will be busy enough in the future, so how can there be room for the birth of the king of sketches?

Even the influence of the Spring Festival Gala skits is not as great as participating in some comedy variety shows.

Later on, it has evolved into that whoever is popular can perform on the Spring Festival Gala, rather than whoever performs on the Spring Festival Gala can become popular.

"Brother Shenyang, are you busy next year?"

Xu Ming sat next to Xiao Shenyang. He still missed this former "good buddy" very much.

"It's OK. I didn't thank you. My master from The Grandmaster said it was you who recommended me to go."

Xiao Shenyang spoke with gratitude, knowing full well that without the other party's help, his master would have given up on him given his previous arrogant behavior.

As for the resources in the media later on, he mostly took over the ones that Xu Ming didn't want. As for this Spring Festival Gala, if others wanted to be on it, there was no chance for him.

What is a good brother.

This is a good brother!

He has already thought about it. If he dies one day, he will carve the lyrics of "My Good Brother" on his tombstone as a testimony to their friendship.

"Brother, what are you thanking me for?"

Xu Ming waved his hand: "I have a movie in the second half of this year and I'm in need of a supporting actor. Are you interested?"

So I asked myself if the schedule was for this.

Xiao Shenyang reacted and nodded excitedly: "If you want me, I will go to you through fire and water."

"Haha, then I'll book your two-month schedule in the second half of the year in advance, and I'll notify you when the team is set up." Xu Ming said with a smile.

The role he reserved for the other party was the villain originally played by Zhang Benyu in "Sisters Who Make Waves".

The movies in which he stars are often mediocre, but he always gives outstanding performances as a supporting role.

This guy might be born to clash with the protagonist.

After chatting with a few people in the room for a while, Xu Ming looked at the time, said goodbye to his master, and left.

Put on your makeup, put on your headset, and stand in the waiting area.

Ahead of him were the sketch team including Huang Hong, Chen Shu and others.

After greeting his senior, Xu Ming glanced at Chen Shu, who was wearing a red dress and flaming red lips, and felt a slight heat in his belly, showing his respect.

Compared with unripe apples, he has more feelings for ripe peaches.

Chen Shu could feel the slightly hot gaze behind her, and her heart was moved and a little panicked.

She had also heard some of the rumors about Xu Ming having a python around his waist.

It is said that any actress who has been with the other party will have her voice become hoarse to some extent.

"Teacher Huang, it's your turn for "Smart Husband."" the staff shouted.

"Hey, here it comes."

Huang Hong heard the voice and led everyone to the stage.

As Chen Shu caught up, she couldn't help but look back.

He met Xu Ming's eyes. Instead of dodging, the latter raised his eyebrows.

Well, the nose looks a bit big.

Xu Ming watched them leave, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Just now, the other party stared at his face for several times.

Is there something on your face?
However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by the arrival of three grassroots singers, Xidan Girl and Xuri Brothers.

He also has great respect for these three grassroots celebrities who were once very popular.

No matter what happens to him later, at least it is a miracle that he could go from being an ordinary person to the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

After half an hour.

The staff member who notified Huang Hong and others earlier came back: "Teacher Xu, it's your turn."

"okay."

Xu Ming responded and smiled to the three people behind him: "I'll go first, come on."

This was his third time on the Spring Festival Gala stage, and he was much more relaxed than the previous two times.

The program crew even recorded his piano music in advance.

It means that he just provides one person and the rest will be taken care of by the program team.

And on televisions in every household across the country.

The audience who were having the New Year's Eve dinner were all surprised to see Xu Ming sitting in front of the piano.

"Isn't this Xu Xiaoming? Has he changed his career to playing the piano?"

"Dad, my idol has already released an album, but he's a professional musician. You forgot that you also sang his song 'Friends' Wine'."

The daughter defended her idol.

When talking about this song, my father's face turned unnatural.

"Friend's Wine" is also known as Miss Probation Song.

As soon as the blue Cayenne appeared, the big brother who had been singing with his hands finally put his hand on the microphone.

"Oh, our son can play the piano?"

Father Xu looked confused. He even doubted whether the person sitting in front of the piano was his son.

"You don't allow people to learn on their own." Mother Xu said to protect her son.

When the national audience is discussing it.

Xu Ming played the prelude. He had rehearsed it specially before. His playing was not very good, but his posture was quite good.

At this time, there was a buzzing sound at the scene.

The audience then realized that at some point the stage background had turned into a photo of a mother and son.

The young mother lay on the hospital bed, holding her swaddled baby, smiling weakly at the camera.

"The old tree in front of the door has new buds, and the dead tree in the yard is blooming again~"

As Xu Ming sang, the ages of the mother and son in the photo gradually increased.

The lively Spring Festival Gala scene fell silent.

The New Year’s Eve dinner for every household has also been suspended.

The artists who were busy memorizing lines and preparing programs backstage couldn't help but look at the TV screen broadcasting the Spring Festival Gala.

Melodious music, accompanied by lyrics that speak in a gentle and graceful manner.

It instantly touched the hearts of countless people.

"Give him your love for the rest of your life, just for the call of mom and dad~"

"Where has the time gone~"

hiss~
Everyone felt their eyes feel heavy and their noses feel sore.

Especially those who work away from home and finally return home, their eyes immediately become red when they see their parents’ white hair.

Parents feel the same way.

That line of lyrics touched their hearts.

I got old before I could fully enjoy my youth.

Alas, they were once full of vigor and vitality, and they also wanted to live a carefree life.

But having children means worries and responsibilities.

No matter how straight your back is, it will inevitably hunch a little when a child climbs on it.

"This kid, singing this song on New Year's Day, it makes me feel uncomfortable."

Mother Xu wiped her eyes, looked at her son playing and singing on the screen, and said slowly: "Not only did I grow up with you, but you also grew old with me. I don't feel tired at all, I am very content."

"My son can't hear me through the screen, so I'll tell him when he comes back."

Father Xu's tone sounded calm.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a sparkle in her eyes.

There is nothing more touching than watching their son sing a song for them, his parents, on the Spring Festival Gala stage.

"Even if I can't hear, I am willing to talk to my son. What's it to you?" Xu's mother said unhappily.

"Yes, yes, yes, who dares to control you? God is the boss and you are the second."

Father Xu picked up the wine glass, shook it at his son in front of the screen, and drank it in one gulp.

……

Qiming Entertainment.

In the dark office building, one office was lit.

Zhuo Wei was excitedly giving orders to the computer: "Weibo has started to promote 'Where Has the Time Gone'. Who is logged into President Xu's Weibo account? When he steps down, remember to post a blog post with his selfie as soon as possible."

"We call on everyone to post photos or stories of themselves and their parents, and all the big V accounts we have should follow suit."

"Understood, Brother Zhuo."

On the computer, everyone who was broadcasting live remotely responded.

Zhuo Wei leaned back in his chair.

Xu Ming had instructed him to go home and work remotely, but he was worried about problems, so he stayed in the company.

It’s Chinese New Year, and every family is having fun together, but I’m alone in the office.

Is it desolate?
It seems a little bit, but it’s more of a sense of accomplishment for him.

Born to be a hard worker.

……

"The daily necessities of life~"

"In the blink of an eye, all that's left is a face full of wrinkles~"

After Xu Ming finished singing, he closed his eyes and two lines of tears fell.

The Spring Festival Gala director did a great job capturing the close-up.

Snapped!
The chief director clapped his hands and praised: "It's amazing."

Regardless of whether the other party was acting or not, at least the tears he shed at this moment were so damn appropriate.

Even a director who was familiar with the process was infected and felt his nose tingling.

There's no way, the atmosphere is right and I can't control my emotions at all.

If I couldn't resist this sensational attack, then other audiences would be even more unable to resist it.

"I'm afraid this guy will be very popular again on the Spring Festival Gala stage this year. He can do skits and sing. He's a versatile person."

Ma Dong paused, "I just don't know if it can continue next year. If it can, there shouldn't be any problem in taking over from his master."

"Haha, it's still early. Uncle Benshan's influence cannot be accumulated in just a few years."

The chief director shook his head and said with a smile: "But it has nothing to do with us. The ones who should worry about this problem are the director team of next year's Spring Festival Gala."

Everyone laughed. The previous programs had no highlights, and they felt depressed for a while.

Xu Ming's song "Where Has the Time Gone" finally helped them breathe a sigh of relief.

The subsequent shows also confirmed their previous bad premonition, and the overall effect was not satisfactory.

At least compared to previous years, the quality has declined significantly.

After a lot of effort, we waited until Uncle Benshan's skit "You, My Deskmate" came on. The laughter that broke out after a while made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

The effect was not as good as expected and the audience response was unusually lukewarm.

The more this happened, the more fortunate everyone on the program crew was to have invited Xu Ming.

He really has become the pillar of the family.

The scarf is the exact opposite of the dullness of the scene.

After Xu Ming posted a blog post showing his Spring Festival Gala selfie and a photo of himself with his parents, a number of big Vs reposted it and started to make a fuss.

The audience's attention was immediately drawn from the slightly boring Spring Festival Gala to the Internet, and one after another participated.

For a while, Xu Ming’s comment section was more lively than the Spring Festival Gala.

(End of this chapter)