Since 1983

October 1st, National Day.

Everyone else is on vacation, but the TV station is busy.

The media industry is really backward these days. For example, Beijing TV’s studio is a small stage with auditoriums underneath. Rows of high and low benches are considered seats. Set aside a piece in front and set up a few round tables, which are counted as VIP seats.

It is estimated that the entire studio cannot accommodate even 500 people, and it is not as good as a large screening hall in the cinema of later generations.

The leaders of Beijing TV Station, the leaders of the city's propaganda department, cultural department, radio and television department, and public security department were all present. Liu Di ran in front of and behind the stage, sweating profusely, like a younger brother.

A total of fifty programs have been prepared, and the selection rate is not high.

Fifteen were being reviewed today, and Xu Fei was standing in the background, cheering up Yang Liping and Teacher De Dema.

The order of appearance is very important. Two Mongolian singers cannot be put together in one day, and they will be repeated once they are heard. Tian Zhen can't be put together with Amao, Amao's songs are too powerful, and Tian Zhen's songs are really close, so they are together with Tao Jin.

Yang Liping looked out from the side curtain, knowing that the row was full of big leaders, and everyone was expressionless, so she couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Mr. Xu, what else do I need to prepare?"

She had already changed her clothes. She was wearing a beautiful peacock fairy costume, with heavy stage makeup, and she was not very confident, walking back and forth in small steps.

"It's pretty good, just perform normally, you won the first place anyway, don't be nervous."

"That's different. There is no leader in the dance competition. Hey, are the lights coordinated?"

"alright."

"What about the music?"

"Am I that unprofessional?"

"No, no, of course you are very professional."

Yang Liping looked at him, a little calm.

Now the level of choreography is lagging behind, so I don't pay much attention to it. She originally wanted to draw a scene, a peaceful moonlight, with a peacock dancing... But Xu Fei refused.

The backgrounds of later generations were made by computers, but now they are all hand-painted, and the folds of the cloth can be seen when hung on the back.

His design is very simple, that is, to use lighting to create a sense of beauty, mystery and independence. The effect is very good, and Yang Liping is also very satisfied.

"Teacher, are you not nervous?"

"I'm nervous too."

De Dema, who was wearing her national costume, also looked out.

"Hey, you performed at the Tianqiao Theater for eight consecutive days, and the venue was sold out. You have seen the world, so how could you be nervous!"

Xu Fei tried his best to soothe the emotions of the two of them.

"Who's next on the show?"

At this moment, Liu Di ran in wiping his sweat.

"This!" Teacher Xu raised his hand.

"Oh, why are you so slow, hurry up!"

"Well, here we come."

This side agreed, and the other side whispered to De Dema: "Don't listen to him, just sing how you want, we can get 100 points if we perform normally!"

The teacher is not very fluent in Mandarin, and he has few words. After hearing this, he smiled and took a few deep breaths.

Xu Fei checked the music again, and after confirming that it was correct, he ran outside and gestured.

The host of Beijing TV began to announce, "The next program, singer De Dema from the Central National Song and Dance Troupe, will bring you "My Home in the Beautiful Grassland"."

Buzz buzz!

As soon as the name was announced, the people below were a little commotion.

She is well-known in the industry now, and has been featured in newspapers, but she has not appeared on TV.

On the bright stage, a singer wearing a blue Mongolian robe with braids in the back and a stiff face walked up.

The music over there is melodious and melodious.

De Dema said, "My home is a beautiful grassland, where the wind blows green grass and flowers everywhere, colorful butterflies fly and white birds sing, a bay of clear water reflects the sunset..."

"..."

Xu Fei pursed his lips, but couldn't find any adjectives for a moment.

This kind of feeling is like a person who suddenly eats delicious food, suddenly sees a rainbow after the rain, and suddenly reunites with an old friend on the street... with a little surprise, joy, and touch, and finally everything turns into a sentence, life good.

The mezzo-soprano is so rare.

De Dema is not as low-pitched as Jiangyang Zhuoma, it is lighter, and this lightness, coupled with this song, is even more pleasing to the ear.

Comfortable, comfortable listening, addictive feeling.

When this song was played together, there was even more commotion downstairs, and slowly, everyone was listening to the song quietly. After the song, De Dema bowed and stepped off the stage, and everyone still had more to say.

"Okay, I don't have anything to say, it's just nice."

"You don't need to go through the trial, just pass it."

"There's no trial for the second round, it's time to go on stage."

"I agree."

"I agree."

Not mentioning them, Xu Fei walked up to them quickly, subconsciously wanting a hug, but felt it was inappropriate, so he slapped his hands lightly, "Let's not say 100 points, 200 points is not an exaggeration!"

"I'm better now too."

The teacher let out a breath, and then he relaxed.

One by one, the shows came on stage one after another, some were stopped after watching, some were reserved to be determined, and the most controversial one was the ballet.

A few girls from the dance academy, wearing white short skirts, their long legs wrapped in white socks, and their trousers exposed when they lifted their legs...

What a shame!

Many of the judges are from the previous generation, and they don't like this the most, but the younger ones think there is no problem, how can they dance ballet if they don't dance like this?

Are you wearing trousers?

I didn't understand it for a long time, and finally kept it to be determined.

Yang Liping ranked third from the bottom.

After playing, all the lights went out, and then a few beams of lights suddenly turned on, as if a white circle was drawn on the ground, cold and quiet.

As the music sounded, Yang Liping held the skirt in one hand and spun on the spot. Her neck was slender and straight, and the corners of her skirt fluttered like a peacock showing off her beauty.

After a while, she bent down on the ground, trembling softly and bonelessly, then stood up again, with one hand upward.

Three fingers stand up, two fingers lightly close together, trembling a little bit, sometimes pecking and sometimes leaning up, and suddenly turning back, like a long neck bent, finely combing emerald feathers.

"..."

Everyone looked dumbfounded, and there was no movement at all.

After the dance was over, there was a few seconds of silence before the warmest applause of the whole scene rang out.

"Wow, boom!"

The leader clapped his hands red, knowing that the party was stable.

Liu Di clenched his fists tightly, knowing that he was stable.

Even photographers, choreographers, and floor sweepers applauded. I have never seen such a dance.

"No, I didn't play well..."

Yang Liping returned to the backstage, clutching her chest and gasping, excited.

"It's okay, let's do our best during the recording, and the whole station will have to cooperate with you when the time comes, you are the Queen Mother!"

"You can tell jokes."

Xu Feike didn't tell a joke, he specially let these two take the lead, which is equivalent to Wang Zha.

For a gala, there must be one or two programs as the main axis, and "Spirit of the Sparrow" is the kind of program that will not be screened out no matter how you choose.

...

The first day was off to a good start.

Three were eliminated, six were to be determined, six were passed, and two of them went straight to the end, and Teacher Xu took all of them.

The next day, it was Tian Zhen and Tao Jin.

Tian Zhen is to be determined. Tao Jin is indeed talented, and he choreographed a pas de deux, with a bit of a plot, about a young couple who were at odds and reconciled. For about four minutes, there are all those classic glass-cleaning, telegraphing, moonwalking and so on.

The program is fresh and not over the standard, so it's over after some discussion.

On the third day, it was Amao and Uncle Teng.

Amao stood there for the whole time, as long as she sang, it was fine.

The song is good, the singing is good, and her typhoon is upright, few people can compare, and it is straight through in the end. Since Uncle Teng repeated Dedema's songs, they are all songs praising the grassland, so it's a matter of reservation.

The first-instance screening, the second-instance is to accurately grasp the content of the program.

When it comes to the final rehearsal, you have to look at the overall duration, and continue to eliminate the overtime, and choose from the pending programs if it is not enough.

"Don't be discouraged, there is still a great chance..."

On the third day after the review was over, Xu Fei specifically comforted Uncle Teng when he parted, "If it really doesn't work, I'll find a way to mix your two programs together and change the format."

"Don't worry, Teacher Dedema sings better than me, she should be on stage."

"It's okay, I'll contact you later, don't be discouraged... Ah Mao, I'm leaving first!"

He waved his hand over there, and a certain female singer who really couldn't think of how to write her name glared, feeling helpless.

She is 63 years old, only two years older, and she is not very polite when getting along with her. In her eyes, this little teacher Xu is good at everything, but the kind who is always cheap and outrageous.

When Xu Fei came out of the stage, it was already dark, and he rode vigorously all the way until he arrived at the color TV center just after seven o'clock.

Located on the bank of Yuyuantan Lake, with a height of 136.5 meters, it was one of the top ten buildings in Beijing in the 1980s.

When Nixon visited China that year, the United States accompanied him with five television broadcast vehicles and a satellite ground station. When the landline landed, the news was spread all over the world.

As a result, China, the host country, was unable to spread the news quickly, so it made up its mind to build this modern color TV center.

"..."

Xu Fei looked at the towering buildings in the night, he was no longer in the same mood as he was in the inspection just now.

He lingered downstairs for a while before stepping in.