It wasn't Lu Fei's first time at the Yellow River, but it was also his first time watching and listening to the Yellow River from the Qiankun Pavilion.
Standing by the Yellow River and listening to the sound of the Yellow River was a rare experience. If he wasn't standing here in real life. Listening to the Yellow River, he wouldn't be able to understand the majesty of the Yellow River just by relying on television and movies.
Everyone was entranced by the scene, and their hearts were filled with endless lofty aspirations.
When everyone had seen enough, the director finally interrupted them. He gathered them to the side and started to explain the rules. "In the previous round, everyone has successfully obtained four slots to perform 'Defend the Yellow River' in its entirety. So, the winner of the next game will be the lead singer."
This sentence reminded Lu Fei of his school days. At that time, his school held a gala and organized a choir. Many boys and girls in his class signed up for it. Everyone went to rehearse together and it was very harmonious. He couldn't leave because he was busy with the piano exam, so he didn't participate. However, some students would occasionally ask him about vocal music, and he was willing to answer.
In the beginning, everyone was still very harmonious. They went in and out together during rehearsals. Later, things changed. He accidentally found out that the choir was going to choose a lead singer. The original lead singer was in his third year of high school and couldn't take over. As long as he sang well, everyone had a chance.
The choir members who went in and out together suddenly stopped huddling together. Everyone practiced secretly and worked hard to improve themselves.
One had to know that being the lead singer in a choir was an amazing thing. It was not one in ten thousand, but one in a thousand.
Although it was just a television program, they knew that this choir wasn't a joke. Didn't the previous concert come with real knives and guns? There were real audience members. Even if there wasn't an audience live, there would still be an audience after the program was broadcast. So they couldn't let their guard down. God knows what kind of surprise the program team would come up with. If they made a fool of themselves, they would be laughed at for a year. Of course, if he did it well, he would become the XX of "Defending the Yellow River" and "I only admire XX".
Everyone looked at each other and began to rub their hands together. Although they were good brothers who usually went through thick and thin together, no one wanted to give in at this time.
Giving in at this time wouldn't make you look great. It would just make you look disrespectful to your opponent and not treat your brothers as brothers.
At this point, although everyone didn't know what game was going to be played, everyone was prepared to give it their all.
"Next, please come and receive your mission card." The director's lines were the same, but the content of the mission was still varied.
The next game was called "The Matter of the Yellow Slope." The rules of the game were as follows: The members would dance to the music. After the music stopped, they would climb over the "Yellow Slope," put sacks on their feet, enter the "Nine Bends Maze" and stick the flag on the pillar. Then, they would run to the high platform to fight for the dog head dates. The number of dog head dates obtained would be ranked according to the time limit. The person with the most dog head dates obtained would be the final winner.
As the rules of the game were made clear, the competition venue appeared in front of everyone. The so-called "Yellow Slope" was a high platform on both sides of the slope. The "Nine Bends Maze" was a maze surrounded by wooden stakes and ropes. The pillar was in the middle of the maze, and the dog head dates were hung in the middle of the last high platform. Based on Wang Zunan's height, it was a little difficult.
The first round of the game started as soon as it was announced. Everyone lined up on the line.
Standing on the far right was Chen He. He shouted, "Jump up, friends!" and slowly crossed the starting line with one foot. His pants were short to begin with, so normal pants looked like sagging pants on him. It didn't look as good as other people's. Fortunately, he wasn't someone who won by his looks.
He was deeply loved by the audience, mainly because he was cheap.
The person standing on Chen He's left was Jing Tian. She smiled very happily, revealing a row of neat white teeth. Coupled with her bun, she was really cute to a certain extent. Not to mention men, even women would find her very pleasing to the eye. Her coat was only draped over her shoulders, and she wore protective white gloves on her hands. However, they weren't suitable for her hands. They were too big. However, these kinds of gloves were all of one size. If one wanted to fit, they would have to bring a custom-made one. However, no one would do that, because custom-made white gloves like this weren't used in many situations. If it was a high-grade glove, it wouldn't be used for protection.
The music started. Unsurprisingly, it was the familiar "Loess High Slope". The song's author was much older than Lu Fei.
Lu Fei only knew the classic opening line, "My house is on the yellow slope, the wind blows from the slope." As for what came after, he vaguely remembered that there was a northwest wind, a southeast wind, and a cow, but he couldn't remember the specifics.
According to the rules, everyone started to dance. From the director's point of view, it was a complete mess. Deng Chao and Li Cheng represented the old disco group. Their hands and feet were shaking, but none of their movements were on point. There was also Chen He and Zheng Kai represented the rock and roll group. Their movements were very big, but the song "Yellow Slope" wasn't that fast.
In the end, everyone who couldn't find the point turned on the Northeast Yangko mode and simply started to dance.
Di Li followed along and asked curiously, "We're in the northwest, why are we dancing Northeast Yangko?"
"That makes sense." Jing Tian burst out laughing.
Although that was what she said, everyone was still dancing happily. Among them, the one who was the happiest was Jia Ling. She was a crosstalk actor, the kind who went crazy. As long as the music didn't stop, she wouldn't stop.
It was very difficult for ordinary actors to be like her, because once an actor had fans, they would become an idol. Once a person became an idol, they would have a burden. Once a person carried a burden, it would be difficult to put it down and let go of oneself. Jia Ling had always been letting herself go.
Others were always imitated, but never surpassed. However, she walked a more lonely path. It seemed like she had never been imitated. ,,,.
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