The director nodded profusely. The director's eyes lit up when he heard the director's words.
"I'll remind you at the right time. You can start with this little classmate Wang Xiao Ya …"
He was indeed a farsighted leader.
The director had been stuck in Qin Guan's house for days, but he couldn't find a breakthrough. Wang was the only one he could think of.
This little girl patted her chest and agreed at once. It seemed that when she grew up, she could go to a matchmaking agency and become a gold medal. There was no one else who could be better than her in terms of matchmaking skills.
That was why Zhou Jing and Li Jian had dragged Qin Guan there. Their real purpose was the recording site of the TV station, which was not far from the courtyard.
After listening to the story, Qin Guan fell into a daze.
"The place where we used to sing in every primary school when we were kids?"
"Yes..."
An image of the time when men would be covered with white flour, red face paint, white shirts, and blue pants came to his mind.
"Is the auditorium still the same?"
"It's exactly the same. Even the hole in the backstage is there."
Qin Guan stood up from his chair and confirmed with everyone in the room, "Just one program? Not live? "
"It's a recording, not live!"
"If it's not convenient for you, then forget it. You know how simple the evening party is..."
Before Zhou Jing could finish his sentence, his friend waved his hand to stop him. "What are you waiting for? Let's go. I'm dying to see those folding chairs down there."
In the past, the seats in the auditorium were fixed, unlike the soft-bottomed folding chairs in the cinema. The chairs were really made of wood, and the audience could sit on them.
In winter, they would freeze to death if they sat on them.
Everyone followed Qin Guan to the auditorium. Zhou Jing, who was the last to lock the door, couldn't help but smile.
Qin Guan had not changed at all. His heart was still as soft as it had been when he had graduated from high school.
...
After passing through the wooden gate in the alley, Qin Guan arrived at the small auditorium.
At that moment, all the actors, directors, hosts, and even the gatekeeper, who was still on duty during the festival, stood at the entrance of the auditorium and looked around.
When he was sure that the tall man walking towards him was the star of Y city, the director rushed up to him excitedly.
"Hello! Comrade Qin Guan, thank you for supporting the folk arts in Y city! "
Qin Guan was at a loss for words. Could he tell them that he had come to reminisce about his childhood?
Of course not, because the current successor of the motherland, Wang Xiao Ya, squeezed out from the gap between her thighs and ran towards the embrace of that handsome little uncle.
"Uncle Qin Guan!"
"Hey, Xiaoya!"
Qin Guan put his arm around Wang Xiaoya and picked her up.
Fatty Li Jian squeezed his way to Cong Nianwei. "See? He's definitely preparing to be a father. He's even skilled at carrying children."
"You have been together for a long time. You should get married soon."
Cong Nianwei raised her eyebrows at Li Jian. Only then did Li Jian realize that this was their aloof class monitor. Li Jian couldn't help but shiver at the sight of her calm eyes.
Qin Guan, who was surrounded by the staff, walked into the rehearsal hall, accompanied by the director.
"Our Lantern Festival Gala is recorded and broadcasted. Every program has a chance to be reshot. Then, we will edit the best parts and show them to the young and old people of Y City. The main purpose of the gala is to make the whole city happy."
Of course, I'm sorry for taking the liberty to invite you to our party. Although the budget is a bit tight, we are a regular program. We will pay you a lot of money. "
As he listened to the director introduce the situation of the TV station in a simple local accent, Qin Guan's heart warmed up. He was very touched by the fact that he had come to such a small station.
He is an honest man.
As a citizen of Y city, I can't be too perfunctory.
Qin Guan put Wang down and told her to play by herself. He treated the recording of the party as his most serious job.
"Then, Director, what do I need to perform?"
"Whatever you are good at. Don't be afraid. If you are not good at anything, you can even recite poems."
As long as Qin Guan's face appeared on the camera, even if he was reciting Tang poems, people would watch him.
Qin Guan, who was discussing the program with the director in a low voice, saw an interesting conversation between Wang and the culprit behind Qin Guan's appearance.
"Grandpa, I'm not bragging. Uncle Qin is here..."
"Whatever. It's just singing and dancing. It has nothing to do with our rehearsal. Your Uncle Qin is not a god. He is a fashionable man. How could he know about old people like us?"
The two elders, who were of the same generation as their grandfather, began to unite against the outside world when it came to a little girl.
What a joke! As young people, how could they know the most traditional countryside play?
As expected of a godly assist, Wang Xiao Ya had once again raised Uncle Qin to a new level.
"Nonsense! It's just a Lv opera! I'm sure Uncle Qin knows it! My uncle said that Uncle Qin is proficient in all kinds of music! "
Look at what happens when you brag too much!
The crisp voice made the two old men look at Qin Guan.
"That's great. Opera is about cultural inheritance. I think we can consider Wang's suggestion."
"Every year, it's the two of us old guys who have been fighting non-stop for the performance. This year, let's collectively give in. I think that for a popular local opera, if it's performed by a local superstar, it can simply participate in the national selection of the best performance program!"
"Yes, say goodbye to the old and welcome the new. I agree with Comrade Zheng."
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