In Broadcasting Studio 1.
At the venue of the Spring Festival Gala.
The live audience's experience of this brand new stage was even more direct. The four seasons felt like they were experiencing it themselves and were dazzling and mesmerizing.
"This is great!"
"The equipment is so good!"
"Let's see how this year's acts turn out."
"Eh, who's that girl over there?"
"I don't know."
"Why is there a smaller stage next to the main one?"
"When did she arrive?"
"I think she's been here all along."
"I saw her too. I thought she was part of the opening dance."
"But the dance has already ended, so why is she still dancing?"
"That's strange."
…
In the production control room.
Zhang Ye looked at the various screens and gave the instructions one by one.
"Camera 2, push it up a little!"
"Camera 5, get ready to zoom in!"
"Host, count down from three!"
"Alright, let's go!"
…
The television screen zoomed in!
The hosts of this year's Central TV Spring Festival Gala were already standing in formation.
Li Chen said, "China Central Television!"
Hao Hailiang said, "China Central Television!"
Yan Mei said, "Dear guests, dear friends, everyone —"
The few of them smiled and gave a fist and palm salute. "Happy New Year!"
Applause rang out!
The venue was filled with cheers!
The hosts for this year's Spring Festival Gala were mostly the same as before, but there were some changes. The hosts' voices were loud and clear, and they were calm and composed. Every word they said was clear and crisp, making everyone feel good just by listening to it. This was how a professional gala host should be.
"Today is New Year's Eve. At this moment, we are broadcasting live from Central TV's Broadcasting Studio 1. Let us bid farewell to the old and welcome the new together.
"On this joyous New Year's Eve, we will accompany you to listen to the ringing of the new year's bell!
"In this beautiful moment of renewal and the revival of all things, we will welcome the arrival of another spring together with you!
"At this moment, no matter where you are, please accept our blessings. As the Chinese people's annual Spring Festival approaches, we will give you —"
"Happy New Year!"
…
Online.
"The hosting team is so gorgeous!"
"Yeah, it feels like the new year only when I see them every year."
"That's right. Otherwise, it would feel like something is missing."
"What's the next act?"
"Hurry, hurry!"
…
Somewhere in Beijing.
Hu Die's house.
A family of more than 20 relatives and friends were gathered there. The TV in the bedroom was on, and so was the TV in the living room. All the relatives were staring at them.
"Where is he?"
"Where's our little Hu Die?"
"Didn't you say that she's the first program?"
"Yeah, why is it gone?"
"Old Hu, did your daughter's show get axed?"
"Impossible! There must be! There must be! "
"So what program is she going to perform?"
"I don't know. She didn't say. She said it was confidential."
Hu Die's parents were also anxious.
Even now, there were still some relatives who couldn't believe that their Hu Die had actually appeared on the Spring Festival Gala. It was too unbelievable. What had Hu Die been like since she was young? Others might not know, but how could they not know? She only knew how to run and jump, wasn't good at studying, and was inferior to others in every aspect. No one knew how she managed to sneak into the Navy Song and Dance Troupe. Although she had been performing with the troupe, she was at most a dance partner. Sometimes, when her family members made a fuss about the gala and everyone gathered to watch, they didn't even give her a single shot. Who would deliberately give a dance partner a close-up? If Hu Die's parents hadn't replayed the dance performance four or five times and confirmed that it was Hu Die from a flash of her back, everyone would have thought that she didn't even appear on stage.
But now?
Did they just say that she was going to appear on the Spring Festival Gala?
How was that possible!
Did they get it wrong somewhere?
Suddenly, the image on the TV changed!
Hu Die's father was stunned!
Hu Die's mother also screamed and pointed at the TV at a loss for words!
When the relatives looked up, their bodies trembled!
"Holy shit!"
"Hu Die!"
"It's her! It's her! "
"It's our Little Hu Die!"
"Hu Die has really appeared on the Spring Festival Gala!"
…
At this moment.
The entire world's Chinese population was stunned again!
"What?"
"Why is there a small stage next to it?"
"Who is this person?"
"What kind of performance is this?"
…
At the venue.
A colorful dress spun around gracefully.
Her dress was white, but there were lights and shadows on it, creating a colorful and dreamy effect.
She spun around on the spot.
Neither too fast nor too slow.
Neither too fast nor too slow.
Her dress fluttered in the wind. At a glance, it was a stunning sight!
Yan Mei looked over and said, "I was just about to ask. That young lady has been spinning around since the beginning of the performance. She hasn't stopped at all. Who is she?"
Li Chen smiled and said, "Her name is Little Hu Die. Her specialty is spinning."
Yan Mei said, "Ah?"
Hao Hailiang said, "Then what performance is she performing?"
Li Chen said, "She's just spinning around."
Yan Mei said, "Spinning around is also considered a performance?"
Li Chen smiled and pointed at Hu Die. "Yeah, there's a meaning to it. Today, she's representing the messenger of time. She's using her spinning to portray the flow of time and the cycle of the four seasons. When the bell rings to mark the new year, Little Hu Die will come to a stop and welcome the new year with us."
On the independent stage.
Hu Die's footsteps did not stop as she spun round after round.
She was really nervous, very nervous. She knew that the host was watching her, knew that Zhang Ye was watching her, knew that the live audience was watching her, knew that her parents and relatives were watching her. At this moment, the eyes of the entire world's Chinese population were on her. As such, she, who didn't have much stage experience, was on the verge of breaking down!
The cameras are on me!
Heavens, everyone's looking at me!
Steady yourself! Little Hu Die, you have to steady yourself!
Think about your male god, think about Teacher Zhang!
The costumes.
The costumes.
The designs.
The colors.
The stage scenery.
Hu Die knew that Teacher Zhang had placed great hopes and expectations on her and this program. She wasn't stupid and could sense that Zhang Ye's energy was limited. That was why he placed different levels of emphasis on different programs. For example, for some of the performances, Zhang Ye would leave the songs to the singers and leave them to the choreographers to make suggestions. But for some programs, it was different. Zhang Ye had been following up on them from start to finish and giving them instructions over and over again. Hu Die and "Time" was one of them, so she couldn't drop the ball. She could still clearly remember that Zhang Ye had once told Director Ha Qiqi in private that whether the Spring Festival Gala's popularity and viewership ratings could explode right from the start would all depend on Little Hu Die's performance.
Teacher Zhang might not have said this to her because he was afraid of putting pressure on her. But Hu Die had overheard it and kept it in mind. She knew that she was an extremely important and indispensable part of Director Zhang's Spring Festival Gala, so she couldn't afford to fail!
Smile!
Keep smiling!
Very good, that's it!
I mustn't let Teacher Zhang down!
Little Hu Die, you can do it, you can do it!
Hu Die cheered herself on!
…
At a newspaper firm.
"Holy shit!"
"Messenger of Time?"
"There's really a fucking four-hour performance?"
The reporters were dumbfounded!
…
At Zhang Ye's house.
His maternal grandma was stunned. "Four hours?"
His maternal grandpa was also shocked. "Won't this child get dizzy?"
His mother said, "Who knows?"
His first aunt said, "So the performance time on the program list wasn't written wrong!"
…
Watching TV.
Some people were dumbfounded!
Some people were giggling!
"Hahahaha!"
"Spinning in circles? Aiyo! "
"Can this even be considered a performance?"
"What a joke!"
"I feel that this innovation is very refreshing!"
"Pfft, it's quite interesting!"
"This is really the longest performance in the history of the Spring Festival Gala, and it's also a fucking unprecedented one. There's no way there'll ever be a performance that exceeds four hours in the future!"
"Not necessarily."
"It won't be possible in the future!"
"Why not? As long as Zhang Ye is around, anything is possible. If Zhang Ye is allowed to direct next year's Spring Festival Gala, who knows, this fellow might even be able to come up with a ten-hour performance! There's nothing this fellow can't do! "
"Previous poster, I'm laughing!"
"This performance, I don't even know how to criticize it anymore!"
"Pfft, hahaha, yeah, there are too many points to criticize!"
"This Little Hu Die fellow is full of points to criticize!"
"Spinning in circles? I really have to take my hat off to Zhang Ye! "
"This performance is like a spinning energy absorber for criticism!"
"It can't be stopped? Zhang Ye is advertising the chewing gum brand that he's endorsing! There's no fucking trace of the product placement at all! I'm convinced! "
"Hahahahaha!"
"It's starting, it's starting! The flamers are coming out! "
"Well done!"
"All hail the flamers!"
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