Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

Chapter 150 Spring Festival Gala

1 month 28 day.

On Lunar New Year's Eve, Ye Chong's film crew officially began their holiday.

For the past two weeks, Yifei has been working regularly with the crew, and she even took two days off to return to Kyoto to rehearse for the Spring Festival Gala.

At 3 p.m. on the 29th, Ye Chong drove Yi Fei and Liu's mother toward CCTV.

Because audience members cannot leave the Spring Festival Gala audience seats in advance, Zhou Tang and Ye Pengcheng stayed at home and came out to meet after watching the Gala.

"Teacher Zhao!"

As soon as Yifei arrived at the TV station lobby, she ran into an acquaintance.

"Emma! Sissi, and Xiaoye!"

Teacher Zhao still had that kind look on her face, with Song Dandan and Xiao Cui by her side.

"Chongdi?"

"Brother Cui!" Ye Chong laughed heartily and went up to hug Xiao Cui.

Although the plan to bring down Huayi was suspected of exploiting and taking advantage of Cui Yongyuan, no one took it to heart. That was the reality and the situation. Ye Chong's method was a viable approach.

Now that Huayi's influence has greatly diminished, and Ye Chong continues to oppose Huayi, it's even less likely that Xiao Cui will blame Ye Chong.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with everyone, Teacher Zhao patted Ye Chong on the shoulder and said, "You're quite something, kid. You write good songs."

He's a reliable person. What happened to your "Silver Killer" sister?

"I'm working on it, I'm working on it, but we're on holiday now, aren't we?"

"So you brought Qianqian here today?" Zhao Benshan glanced at Yifei and winked at Song Dandan.

Song Dandan suddenly realized, and immediately smiled as she stepped forward to take Yifei's hand, looking her up and down with eyes full of affection.

"Wow! This child is so handsome! And has such a great presence, no wonder the audience calls you 'Fairy Sister'."

"Teacher Song, you flatter me." Yifei smiled sweetly with her eyes crinkling, looking very well-behaved.

Song Dandan waved her hand and pulled Yifei aside to talk about other things: "You're on a whim tonight, aren't you? There are so many people backstage at the Spring Festival Gala, and the dressing rooms are really crowded. If you don't mind, you can share a private dressing room with me. It'll be quieter then, so you can prepare properly."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chong immediately stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and repeatedly thanked Song Dandan, saying, "Thank you so much, Teacher Song! You've really helped us a lot!"

He made no attempt to hide anything, his tone was frank and open, clearly protecting Yifei.

Everyone knows that private dressing rooms backstage at the Spring Festival Gala are extremely rare.

Only highly experienced veteran artists and evergreen performers of the Spring Festival Gala can have this privilege.

Most second- or third-tier celebrities are crammed into one dressing room, making it difficult to even turn around.

Teacher Zhao couldn't help but burst into laughter when she saw Ye Chong's protective manner.

He pulled Yifei aside and carefully explained the precautions for the Spring Festival Gala live broadcast.

"Live streaming is very demanding. You can't afford to make any mistakes. Every word has to be pronounced precisely. But you don't have to worry too much. If a mistake happens, the operator will switch directly to the previous recording."

"Memorize your stage positions. If there's a problem with your headset, don't panic. Just follow the rehearsal and sing normally."

"Also, don't wander around while waiting backstage. There are a lot of people backstage, and you might miss your turn to go on stage."

Yifei listened very attentively, nodding from time to time, and kept Teacher Zhao's words in mind.

Liu's mother also gathered around, listening carefully and occasionally adding a few words of advice.

Ye Chong stood to the side, watching his older sister's serious expression, his eyes full of smiles.

Teacher Zhao was genuinely teaching Yifei, fearing she might make a mistake on her first appearance on the Spring Festival Gala.

He must repay this kindness with sincerity, and he will remember it and repay it when he has the chance.

The group chatted for a while longer, but Teacher Zhao and Song Dandan had rehearsals to attend, so they left first.

Yifei was also called over by the staff for a final rehearsal of her position before going on stage.

Ye Chong accompanied Liu's mother to the dressing room that Song Dandan had mentioned to put away their things.

The dressing room wasn't large, but it was spotless, with a separate bathroom and rest area. Compared to the noisy dressing rooms outside, it was much quieter here.

At 8 p.m., the Spring Festival Gala officially began.

The studio was filled with singing and dancing, with applause and cheers coming one after another.

Backstage, however, things were still incredibly busy, with actors coming and going in a hurry.

Yifei's performance is scheduled for 11:30, and she will not participate in the final "Unforgettable Tonight" chorus.

With a few words from Teacher Zhao, Yifei was able to leave early after her song, but in the end, Ye Chong and the other person still had to wait backstage for a full three and a half hours.

At this moment, Ye Chong and Liu's mother were sitting on the chairs in the backstage rest area, accompanying Yi Fei as she waited for her turn.

The sounds of the program occasionally drifted in through the cracks in the door of the studio, making it quite lively.

The air conditioning in the backstage area wasn't very strong; after sitting there for a while, it still felt quite chilly.

Liu's mother wasn't dressed very warmly, and after sitting for a short while, she couldn't help but hunch her shoulders.

Ye Chong saw this, got up and asked a staff member for a thick blanket. He quickly walked back and handed the blanket to Liu's mother, but didn't take anything for himself.

"Auntie, please cover yourself up so you don't get cold. It's still a long time before Yifei goes on stage."

Liu's mother paused for a moment, looking at the blanket handed to her, and her heart stirred slightly.

She took the blanket and covered her legs, then looked up at Ye Chong, her tone softening considerably: "Why don't you take one for yourself? You're not wearing much either, aren't you afraid of getting cold?"

"I'm young and strong, I can withstand the cold, it's fine, Auntie." Ye Chong chuckled and scratched his head.

Seeing his appearance, Liu's mother didn't say anything more, but her opinion of him changed considerably.

I used to think this kid was loud and boisterous, but I didn't expect him to be so thoughtful.

After sitting for a while, Liu's mother took the initiative to ask about his filming in Hong Kong: "How's filming in Hong Kong going? It's a science fiction film, something China has never done before, it must be quite challenging, right?"

Ye Chong's heart stirred; this seemingly casual chat concealed the elder's concern.

He spoke selectively, mostly doing the talking while Liu's mother listened.

"Foreign actors and domestic actors have different acting styles, so communication is difficult. Sometimes when we're acting together, I always feel like something's missing, there's no chemistry, and it takes a long time to work things out."

"And then there are the foreign technicians, who are even more difficult to manage. They talk about working hours all the time, and they want to leave on time, not wanting to stay even a minute longer. If you try to talk to them, all they talk about is their own rights."

"Sometimes when filming is on a tight schedule, it takes a lot of effort to get them to work overtime. They're not as straightforward as the Chinese; if you ask them to work overtime, they just say yes!"

Ye Chong spoke lightly, without mentioning the unpleasant conflicts and troubles.

He didn't want his elders to worry, so he only talked about what he could say casually.

Liu's mother listened quietly, nodding occasionally, without interrupting him.

Time passed slowly, and one program after another was being performed in the studio.

The clock on the wall slowly slid its hands toward eleven o'clock at night.

The number of people backstage gradually decreased, and most of the actors waiting to go on stage went to the side stages to prepare.

The rest area was much quieter, with only faint rhythmic sounds coming from afar.

The blanket that had been covering Liu's mother's legs had long been removed and was no longer used.

Ye Chong, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, covered with the blanket, and fell asleep.

Here, all is peaceful and serene, but little do people know that the internet is already in an uproar.