Chapter 377 The End
The internet is flooded with discussions about the Spring Festival Gala; just the medley singing and dancing performance by Datang Shixian has contributed to multiple entries.

But with the appearance of the crying little lion on the Spring Festival Gala stage, the rapid suppression of the four women and the scarce #HarmoniousFu# that caused resentment among many ordinary people have become the hottest focus at the moment.

In response to this, Yangshi also took action under the instructions of Zhen Jiecheng.

The cultural heritage and meaning behind iconic movements such as “lowering your head and shaking it three times” were quickly made public, thereby directing traffic to focus on the real purpose of this program being on stage.

“Hey, Zhu.”

“The last show took a little longer than originally planned. You should hurry up and refine your lines and try to shorten them by half a minute.”

“Roger that!”

Zhu Jun’s decisive reply came from the intercom.

The time arrangement of the Spring Festival Gala is accurate to the second, but it is impossible to implement it on the stage. The host is undoubtedly the best person to handle the time deviation. The second is the language program.

“Notify the actors of “Tang Palace Night Banquet” and let them get ready!”

“Okay, director.”

“Ah.”

Zhen Jiecheng’s eyes fell on the stage, where a less popular singer was singing “The Wind Rises” solo. The pre-recorded voice was particularly pleasant to the ear, and the highly recognizable voice gave the song a different listening experience. But Zhen Jiecheng had no interest in appreciating it, as his mind was focused on “Tang Palace Night Banquet” which would be performed later.

In the previous life, this dance was recorded first and then broadcast, with images of many historical relics superimposed through virtual reality technology.

If you want to realize it on stage, the effect will inevitably be discounted.

To this end, Zhen Jiecheng found the LED manufacturer that cooperated during the Olympic opening ceremony and spent a lot of effort to build and decorate the main stage for the Spring Festival Gala.

During the debugging process, “The Beating of the Linen”, “The Lady with a Hairpin and Flowers”, “Mural of Xu Minxing’s Tomb in Shandong Preparing for a Riding Trip”, “A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains” as well as cultural relics unearthed in Henan Province such as Fu Hao’s Owl Zun, Lotus and Crane Square Pot, and Jiahu Bone Flute were integrated into the LED images, making the dancers feel like they are walking through ancient paintings.

In addition, Ji Jianming and Cao Jiuping from the team were also brought in to do lighting and art design, trying to bring the original flavor of “Tang Palace Night Banquet” to the live broadcast as much as possible.

“‘Tang Palace Night Banquet’ has been rehearsed the most times. If there is a problem with someone’s shot when I cut to that part later, don’t blame me for asking questions of your elders and ancestors!”

Zhen Jiecheng took a tissue and wiped the sweat on his palms which were caused by the little lion shitting in his crotch.

After Sun Yanzi finished singing, he immediately perked up and conducted the performance himself again.

“Number 3, be a little weak!”

“Very good! Keep it up and create the atmosphere!”

“Number 9, move forward and give a close-up!”

A cute girl came into view.

But cuteness comes at a price!

In order to “fatten up” and reflect the plump beauty of the Tang Dynasty, each actor wore a set of special jumpsuits that fit the body and are not easy to shake, and used light padding to change the body shape. The clothes and headdress weighed about 30 kilograms.

In order to turn the oval face into a full moon face, each girl held a medical cotton ball in her mouth and filled it from the upper dental frame to the lower dental frame.

The effect presented is very pleasing, the round and lovely image of the “Tang Palace Girl” instantly becomes three-dimensional!

“Pretty!”

Zhen Jiecheng couldn’t help but admire it, even though he had seen it many times.

“Number 5, get ready, give full view, hold.”

“Leave room for Stoudemire at number 6, in the middle.”

The lack of post-production of the previous recorded broadcast will be compensated by the techniques of camera movement and cutting.

The experience of participating in the opening ceremony of the Olympics made Zhen Jiecheng feel at ease when facing large-scale stage performances, and the preparation process of “No Return” gave Zhen Jiecheng rich experience in handling one-time transactions.

“Fuck, have I become the innate Spring Festival Gala Saint Body?”

Zhen Jiecheng was stunned and scratched his head.
“He~tui! The next time is a dog!”

“Huh? This dance is quite interesting!” Father Cheng said while looking at Cheng Hao, “Is this from the Tang Dynasty?”

“Yes, it’s from the Tang Dynasty.” Cheng Hao nodded. “Didn’t the subtitles just say it? ‘Tang Palace Night Banquet’. Dad, didn’t you see it?”

“I didn’t notice!” Father Cheng smacked his lips, “I guessed from her attire.”

Point to the TV screen.
“It’s completely different from previous Spring Festival Gala dances!”

“Usually it’s very neat, very, emmm”

“Beautiful!” Seeing his father at a loss for words, Cheng Hao added with a smile, “The actors are also very slim and slender. But this time, Jie Cheng made a very unique and even bold innovation in the painting style and stage image.”

“We don’t understand what is unique, beautiful, or innovative. Anyway, I just think that this dance is beautiful!” Cheng’s mother took over the conversation, “It’s round and smooth, so festive!”

“Jie Cheng said, this is called ‘the clouds in the hair are about to cover the snow on the cheeks, and the fragrance of the clothes and the shadow of the sleeves are the heyday of the Tang Dynasty.'” Cheng Hao interrupted again.

“She was so mischievous just now! Now she’s serious again.” Mother Cheng praised her highly.

“The style is humorous, which fits the festive and peaceful atmosphere of the Spring Festival. It blends the elegance of the Tang Dynasty into the laughter and scolding of the girls, sometimes serious, sometimes lively.” Cheng Hao held his chin, stared at the screen intently, and explained to the four elderly people, “At the same time, it retains the cultural heritage and combines the visual aesthetics of contemporary people to tell the story.”

“Yes, story!”

“Jie Cheng said that ordinary people should also be able to see emotions from dance. Only such art can be alive.”

“Art does have a threshold, but the threshold is for practitioners, not for the general public.” Jiu Ye sighed, his expression complicated, “Is it still art to highlight the minority by isolating the majority?”

“It is the filthiness of satisfying vanity, the filthiness of claiming to be noble!”

Master Jiu glanced at his disciples who had come over after having New Year’s Eve dinner at home and were specially called.

“You won’t live long!!!”

He paused, pointed at the TV,

“Do you think this play, “A Night Banquet in the Tang Palace,” is art?”

Without waiting for an answer, he asks and answers his own questions.

“Not only that! It’s also an art that ordinary people love to see and hear!”

“Although they can’t comment from a professional perspective, they can understand the content, feel the emotions, and talk about it clearly!”

“Back then, it was the same in the theater. Senior fans were fascinated by the recitation, singing, and fighting, while ordinary people were interested in the story content. Everyone had their own preferences.”

“now what?”

At this point, Jiu Ye waved his hands in disinterest.
“It’s New Year’s Day, so I won’t make you unhappy. Think about it carefully later.”

Focusing our attention back on the screen, “Tang Palace Night Banquet” has come to an end, and the camera is turned to the host.

Although I didn’t see the actors’ exit, the thunderous applause that rang in my ears has already created a vivid picture in my mind.

“Clap clap clap!”

Jiu Ye also joined in the applause.

“Good dancing!” Zhen Jiecheng habitually gave a thumbs up to show his praise.

But when he saw the girls’ heads steaming with sweat all over their bodies, as if they were soaked in water, Zhen Jiecheng inexplicably thought of the last round of rehearsals for the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, when the etiquette ladies were still smiling in the rain, and even if they danced until their legs were weak, they still “cheered and jumped for joy”.

So he took back his thumb, and made a serious expression.

“Thank you for your hard work!” “Go back and prepare the materials, and then go to participate in the ‘Lotus Award’ classical dance competition!”

“I personally recommend it to you!”

Seeing the girls’ surprised expressions, Zhen Jiecheng’s mood also brightened.

“Although I am a director, my major is not suitable.”

“But you know that Beijing Film Academy directors are not only important assets of the Central Academy of Drama, but also solid partners of Beijing Dance Academy!”

“In the dance circle, we have people too!”

The perfect ending of “Tang Palace Night Banquet” only made Zhen Jiecheng relax for a moment. Even Feng Gong’s skit and Guo Da’s recitation of “Song of the Wine” in Shaanxi dialect failed to make Zhen Jiecheng smile again.

The language programs that attract the most attention from the public are not a cause for concern.

It has been polished over and over again, and the jokes are definitely there.

They are all a bunch of old bones. They can handle emergencies with ease, so how could they get stage fright and make mistakes in their performance?

On the contrary, it is the one-time deal similar to “Tang Palace Night Banquet” that is the most worrying.

The iron flower and fire pot performances at the Hunan and Chu stages gave Zhen Jiecheng a break, and the Guangdong Province’s Yingge Dance outdoor performances made Zhen Jiecheng hold his breath again. Fortunately, Guo Fan was on site to coordinate, which prevented many small accidents from turning into major accidents.

Xu Sangao’s “If It Were Then” combines Huangmei Opera.

Next, Yue Opera singing style appeared in the field of pop music.

Henan opera and Cantonese opera have all put old wine in new bottles and made a brilliant debut in a new look.

The “monsters and demons” in the eyes of professionals have appeared one after another, and one can imagine how much dispute this will cause afterwards.

But Zhen Jiecheng doesn’t care!
“Does it sound good?” Zhen Jiecheng patted the head of the pooping little lion and asked kindly.

“listen well.”

“Do you like it?”

“Love to listen.”

“Well, that’s good!” Zhen Jiecheng nodded, “That’s enough!”

His eyes fell on the stage, on “The Exploitation of the Works of Nature”, a stage play adapted from the original work in his previous life.

This stage play was directed by our dear Senior Brother Lu. As a beloved relative, friend, brother, how could Zhen Jiecheng forget him?

Although there are many other options, we must give priority to taking care of our own people!

At this moment, the performance of “The Exploitation of the Works of Nature” has ended, but the actors have not left.

Whether it is a stage play or a drama, the actors’ curtain call is one of the most important parts. But it is the first time for this to happen on the Spring Festival Gala stage.

Zhen Jiecheng will re-create the curtain call, incorporating dance moves and matching it with popular songs performed in the style of Peking Opera, and present it on the Spring Festival Gala stage in the form of a “singing and dancing program”.

Culture, heritage, innovation, integration and many other concepts are interpreted particularly clearly.

“Lao Zhao and Lao Chen’s skits will be the starting point for future audiences to remember this Spring Festival Gala.”

“The combination of Datangshixian and the young women will keep netizens discussing.”

“But the confidence baked into 5,000 years of civilization is the real calling card of the Spring Festival Gala in the Year of the Snake!”

“Dong Dong Dong~”

The so-called Li Xicheng March was played more than ten years earlier and was re-arranged by Jie Lun and Xu Sangao and incorporated into the new song.

Children, students and young people dance together.

Teachers, doctors, nurses, and police officers were not uniform, but all had strange shapes and vivid eyes. The audience also clapped along with the “dong dong dong” sound, but when everyone was immersed in the cheerful atmosphere, the melody suddenly stopped.

The farmer raised his sickle and the worker raised his hammer, and the two intersected.

The lights dimmed, and a beam of red light pierced through the darkness, hitting the intersecting hammer and sickle, and falling on the bright red scarves of the Young Pioneers!
“Do you really think I’m bullying the Spring Festival Gala by relying on my adopted son?”

Watching the audience go from silence to surprise and then to excitement, Zhen Jiecheng raised the corner of his mouth.
“Open your eyes and take a look! I just want to ask you whether you are popular or not!”

A medley of songs “My Motherland” and “My Motherland and I” sang by singers from Hong Kong and Taiwan, forming a sharp contrast to the pleasant sound of previous song programs!
Although he was trying hard to correct his intonation, his breathing was obvious and his breath fluctuated, as if the words “real singing” were engraved on his forehead.

But at this moment no one cared whether the singing was good or not, they just applauded and joined in the chorus.

“Prick up your ears and listen! I just want to ask you whether you are popular or not!”

Zhen Jiecheng spat.
“Fuck it, turn around and see who dares to criticize me!”

“Whoever dares to criticize me is a traitor and anti-GM!”

“This bastard is so cunning!” Director Tian said with a smile and cursed.

“Shit! He’s worthy of being my son!” Ma Yuan glanced at the Hong Kong and Taiwan singers trying their best to sing and couldn’t help laughing, “It should have been like this a long time ago! It should have been like this!”

“Wife, let me tell you a little gossip! My boss has prepared some gifts for the Hong Kong and Taiwan artists who actively asked about participating in the Spring Festival Gala but ultimately declined.” Deng Chao hugged Sun Li and revealed the news with a wink, “These noble people will have good things to come!”

You won’t know how delicious the fruit is until you eat it.

At this moment, the lights of thousands of houses are mostly focused on the TV. Time seems to be pulled back to ten years ago, back to the tradition of “watching the Spring Festival Gala and celebrating the New Year”.

Laughter and discussion continued.

There is constant heated discussion offline and online.

Chen Xiaoer and Zhu Shimao just appeared on the stage, and before they could even say a word, the applause flowed through the screen into thousands of homes.

Even though Lao Zhao’s urine test showed no water at all and was full of blood pressure medication, he was not able to reproduce a classic like “Xiao Cui Says Things”, but the above-standard work has already won enough laughter!

The clock struck midnight and “Unforgettable Tonight” was sung on time.

Zhen Jiecheng took off his sunglasses as soon as the party ended and glanced at all the focused eyes on him.

“What are you looking at?”

“You think I want to wear it?”

“It’s pitch black in the middle of the night, do you think it’s comfortable to wear?”

At the same time, Lao Zhao in the backstage straightened up and took out a pair of sunglasses from his backpack.

He smiled at the astonished old fellows,
“It’s late at night and the lights are too glaring. Wearing sunglasses can effectively protect your eyesight.”

As he spoke, he put it on solemnly.

“Sure enough, it feels much more comfortable!”

“Let’s go find Director Zhen! Celebrate the perfect ending of the Spring Festival Gala!”

“By the way, do you want to wear sunglasses? I still have some!”

Old Zhao grinned and opened his backpack.

“Pick whatever you want, take whatever you want, there are plenty!”

(End of this chapter)