After this exciting episode, "Lovely You" everyone became excited. The special education teacher mobilized the children, and the children were all full of energy, and they looked forward to showing off their skills.
Because the show is relatively early, and after a short break in the afternoon, the group went to the auditorium in advance. No, there is no earliest, only earlier. At this time, the upper and lower three floors of the auditorium were already full of seats. Moreover, Qianmai also met a group of her own relatives.
Backstage, Yang Shuilian was called urgently by the kindergarten teacher, begging her grandfather to tell her grandma to coax her son, just because her young master was not happy on the scene, crying and wanted to strike. In the audience, Yang Shun and his wife were sitting in front of their breasts. On the left are brothers Yang Haian and Li Yi who are interested in handheld games, and on the right are the father and daughter Fan Yingjun and Fan Meili, who are whispering about playing with digital cameras.
With such a big battle, Fan Ruizhe is really not going to appear in any heavyweight program. At best, he is just a small screw in a group dance. No wonder businessmen say that children’s money is best earned. No, a child walked around the stage, and the audience sold eight high-priced tickets. It is not difficult to see that Fan Ruizhe's examples are definitely not rare.
Qianmai can not help but admire the planners of this campus art performance, cleverly dividing the college, technical secondary school and elementary school into two sessions.
The "Lovely You" children entered the auditorium compound and directly entered the backstage through the back door. Because the number of escorts is strictly limited, the special education teacher who is responsible for the rehearsal of the program and Chen Mo and Wang Zhigao accompanied them in. Liu Feipeng, Qianmai and other faculty and staff were sitting in the auditorium waiting to record the show.
However, Qianmai was a little fidgeted. Their position is quite backward, and it is difficult to tell who is who when you look at the stage with the naked eye. You can't take pictures and video on the big screens on the surrounding walls, right? Although the Education Bureau will have a dedicated person to take charge of the filming, but I have not taken as many angles and details myself.
It's not that I haven't tried to enter the media shooting area in front of the trust relationship, but there are many monks in the land, and based on the principle that no one can sin, I was refuted by acquaintances.
"I went to the front to see if any parents would like to change seats."
"It's impossible." Liu Feipeng grabbed her, knowing the result without looking. Question: "Is Peng Chen not coming in the afternoon? His photography skills are professional."
"Yeah. He is very busy!"
"You don't have to work so hard, right?" The whole country will be on holiday tomorrow.
"He wants to make money to support his family, how can he not work hard?" Qian Mai answered naturally.
Liu Feipeng smiled slightly, and being able to be relied on like this by his beloved would feel happy even after hard work. Not much at the moment, I looked around, then pointed to the round wall pillar in the middle of the front row and said, "Let’s go and take pictures with the wall pillar in front. That location does not affect others’ viewing. The staff should just open their eyes Close your eyes."
"Try it." In desperation, Qianmai nodded and agreed.
The two walked away from the crowd, nodded and bowed all the way to stand beside the wall pillar. Qian Mai was still unwilling to give up. He asked several parents nearby, and all he got was shook his head in denial. He couldn't help but muttered to Liu Feipeng and complained: "You really got it right. It's a shame not to set up a stall with such an iron mouth ."
Fortunately, after trying the angle, I found that this wall post is really a rare and good position. The division of labor was done specifically, Qianmai was in charge of video recording, and Liu Feipeng was in charge of taking pictures.
The cultural venues in Huayang simply lack the cultural atmosphere that they should have. People drag their homes and chatter and laugh habitually, making the auditorium three points more lively than the vegetable market. In the aisle by the wall pillars, people squeezed and squeezed from time to time with big bags of snacks.
Amidst the crowds and chaos, Liu Feipeng protected Qianmai inside, and the two of them practiced bone shrinking skills against the wall pillars. If you look weird, it will be weird, and I can't help laughing embarrassingly and helplessly.
Liu Feipeng asked: "Have you worked hard?"
A thoughtless sentence, but warmly presses people's hearts. Qianmai knew what he was referring to, and shook his head slightly and said, "No, it feels worthwhile."
Liu Feipeng praised sincerely: "You make them have a great time."
Complimenting him, Qian Mai shook his head slightly: "Actually, I can do very limited. Sometimes, I really wish I was a beautiful fairy. As long as they move the magic wand, they can live a healthy and beautiful life. Live."
Liu Feipeng was sincerely moved by her: "If you can't be a beautiful fairy, you can be the beautiful sister of the children. This is not a matter of three or two days, you have to take it gradually and slowly. When you meet this time, I feel that you look haggard a lot. "Although the same city and the small town are very small, they are usually busy in their own way, and with different work and rest schedules, it is not very common to meet each other.
"Let’s make it, living a day counts as one day. Looking at this group of children, I always think, make one day, another day, ten years, and wait until they grow up to support each other, help each other, or have the ability to help When I pulled out the kids below, I got ahead."
"Hehe, you are cooking porridge." Liu Feipeng's eyes flashed with a smirk, and he lowered his head to face the shining ring in her hand.
By the narrow wall pillars, the two of them whispered softly at close range, unaware of how ambiguous this look seemed to others.
In the distance, Ji Lifang squinted her eyes in disbelief, took out her glasses strap from her bag, and took a close look at her wide-eyed eyes. Then she cautiously approached Yang Shun’s ear and said, “Beside the wall post on the right hand in front, the one wearing sports Is the boy in cotton-padded jacket Mai's boyfriend?" Even though he only met once and took a few glances on TV, Ji Lifang still had some impression of Peng Chen in his mind.
Yang Shun peeked around, frowned suspiciously, and replied, "No." By coincidence, he had had contact with Peng Chen on many occasions.
"Okay, your eldest niece has two sons! The restaurant is handsome and golden. This looks good, tall and strong, and looks very safe."
"What nonsense?" Yang Shun yelled, but there was no displeasure on his face. He leaned back in his seat, adjusted the suit on his body, and murmured the blame softly: "Don't look at whose eldest niece, I am from the Yang family, can you not be loved by anyone?"
Ji Lifang couldn't help laughing out loud with a "puff". This person is unreasonable, and his "short-term protection" skills are becoming more and more sophisticated.
The lights in the auditorium dimmed, and when the curtain was opened, Yang Shuilian came back to her seat with her waist down. Sitting down beside Fan Yingjun, his stomach was full of grumbles: "Your ancestors, today is too shameful."
After hearing her complaints for nearly ten years, Fan Yingjun didn't hurt or itchy, and smiled as if nothing was wrong: "My ancestor, isn't it your ancestor?"
There was a few chuckles immediately beside him, and even the juniors next to him also winked their eyebrows and endured very hard.
Yang Shuilian took a fierce look at the people around her, changed her name and continued: "Your son is really lawless today. It took me a lot of effort to bring him down. If you want something to do, it's almost a whole department store. The company has moved home. Just wait for your purse to bleed."
Fan Yingjun was debugging the digital camera, still indifferent: "Go home and clean him up."
Yang Shuilian wanted to complain a few more words, but Yang Shun quietly stopped her: "Go back to the housework and talk about what it looks like in the auditorium."
Yang Shuilian shrank her neck and bulged her cheeks embarrassedly. Not daring to look at the dark face of the little brother again, she leaned forward and asked her sister-in-law quietly: "Which is the number one in Mai Mai's "Childhood"?"
Regarding Yang Shun sitting in the middle with a cold face, Ji Lifang didn't dare to make random times, glanced sympathetically at my sister-in-law, and gestured at her: the ninth one.
When Yang Shuilian saw the gesture, Haba nodded. The two shows are very close.
A group of adults who are not in the education system come to see children's performances. Most of them are love houses and wandering together. No, the first show came out, and a group of parents in the east was boiling; the second show came out, and a group of parents in the west was amazed. One after another, turbulent, the audience is more lively than the audience.
When Fan Ruizhe jumped out three times, the relatives of the Yang family who were ready to go back and forth were also unavoidable, either facing the stage or the big screen on the wall, cameras, mobile phones, and fools all pressed the shutter. Although Fan Ruizhe played the little panda out of more than a dozen children, there were only two lines in the audience, and everyone was very excited and proud. Not to mention the Fan Yingjun and his wife, who are looking forward to becoming a dragon, they are Yang Haian and Li Yi who were originally lacking in interest. At this moment, they are also dedicated to pressing the shutter with all their strength.
After the "Forest Story", Fan Ruizhe swayed behind the team and entered the backstage. The Yang family relatives did not relax, but craned their necks. After a solo violin, as the curtain slowly opened, "Lovely You" showed a completely different scene.
The country music blended into the rock style sounded, and the large LED background color screen changed, showing a splash of ink and rich color of the mountain village landscape. Small bridges and flowing water, green hills and villages, yellow-flowered cattle and sheep, all the images are so familiar and gentle.
In the midst of spring and Jingming, Cao Shan came onto the field wearing a white cloth coat with blue borders. He wears a big straw hat on his head, a small sickle in his hand, and a half basket of green grass on his shoulders. Because he was the first to appear, his slight nervousness caused him to rush in his footsteps, but he became more and more eager to rush home.
Seeing a lot of cheap lace dresses and imitation jingle jingle bells in campus costume shows, the audience was applauded after a slight consternation.
So, when the second child wore a red belt and led a lively little lamb on the court, those urban gifted students who had only been watching from a distance on the text TV were surprised. But the older parents gave their eyes to the big woolen hat that almost covered the entire face of the little actor.
With the sonorous pace, the two fat caps and ears on the little actor's head flicked and shook violently. The weird combination, reflecting his dark skin and innocent smile, gave birth to an authentic rustic style, which made people notice 100%.
As a result, many parents were indifferent and fell into memories, slightly obsessed. Even Yang Shun, who has always been strict and no longer whispering in public, couldn't help turning his body slightly, and said to his son who was wearing a new fashion down jacket and pressed the shutter, "Look at how much you enjoy now! Your father and me! At the age of six or seven, I drove cattle and sheep to the mountains alone. The winter wind blows like a knife. Fortunately, your grandfather gave me an old big woolen cotton hat..."
Hearing his father talk about his miserable childhood 101 times, Yang Haian was one of the first two years old, and quickly interrupted and said: "Dad, the hero does not mention the bravery of the past. Watching the show carefully, maybe my sister’s idea is plagiarism. For your story, wait, let's let her treat her as a royalty payment..."
"What's this..." Yang Shun didn't grow a beard, his eyes staring with anger. Looking at the nephew who shrugged his shoulders next to him, his entire face hiding behind the camera pretending to have heard nothing, he couldn't help but sigh, how can the generation gap between parents and children be so boundless now.
The "Lovely You" children appeared in twos and threes. Feeling the kind welcome and thunderous applause from the scene, their courage slowly grew, and their steps became more confident and solid.
After one round, the LED background color screen changed silently, becoming a lively children's play picture. Under the luxuriant old camphor tree in the water port, the children call friends to play and play, or catch some fish, or play table tennis on the crude cement board. The simple and lovely image is vividly displayed on the screen.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yan'er jumped and pulled the two little friends out. Throwing a fist, pulling a rubber band, and then the skirt is tangled, and the stage instantly becomes a playground. When the auditorium resounded with the crisp "car, didi di, Malan blossoming twenty-one", the faces of the people in the audience were filled with long-lost familiar touches, and coincidentally, they recited the numbers in their memory.
Coincidentally, Cao Shan pushed the hoop, and when the wind showed off again, he also won enthusiastic praise.
Then, the audience became excited, and every time a child came out, the audience couldn't wait to call out the name of the game. "Playing top", "hopscotch", "kicking the child", "throwing the pot", and "the eagle catching the chick", with a louder than loud shout of passion, the adults in the audience seemed to travel through time and all of a sudden return to a sunny childhood Afternoon.
When a boy wearing a sleeveless navy blue gown with an eccentric cap and a cap came out, there were divergent opinions on the scene, and there were differences in the name of the game. Yang Shuilian has a quick temper, and she hurriedly asked Fan Yingjun next to him: "What kind of thing is this boy dragging bamboo branches, why have I never played with it?"
Before Fan Yingjun could answer, her daughter Fan Meili could not bear to vomit her groove: "Mom, please have some common sense.'Lang rides a bamboo horse','Lang rides a bamboo horse', as the name suggests, is a talent for'lang'. Ride it."
She was ridiculed by her daughter for no reason, and Yang Shuilian, who had a weak cultural background, blushed. But at any rate, it was an old ginger, and he immediately fought back: "Children's, speak modestly. Do you dare to say that you all know the names of these games?"
"Of course." Fan Meili was very confident, hadn't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run.
"Then tell me, what is the little girl wearing a floral apron doing now?" On the stage, Zhou Yan'er stepped on a small pounding rice pedal steadily, rising and sinking continuously and rhythmically.
"She is playing on the seesaw." Fan Meili answered naturally.
With a "grumbling", Yang Shuilian was unfortunately choked by her saliva. Coughing and coughing, Chong Duo squinted at her daughter amusedly, and said with a sigh: "In a blink of an eye, you will be nine years old, but you haven't even rinsed a bowl. At your age, mother I stood on this pedal early and helped your grandma pound rice and rice cakes."
Fan Meili was dubious: "Really, uncle?"
Yang Shun looked at the stage in front of him, looked at the field farming work that had just been changed on the LED background color screen, and nodded gently. The tall wheat piles, the glaring paddy fields, the big water buffalo stepped forward obediently in the shout of the farmers, behind the pears, a deep mud wave was brought up. In the distance, on the field ridge with weeds and wildflowers, children returned from school, carrying large and small bamboo baskets to bring food and tea to their hard-working relatives.
The exquisite and tender paintings, together with the carefully selected songs, make people unconsciously indulge in the pure rural world created by the "cute you".
Scenes of the past, thinking of those peasant fathers who have left forever, Yang Shun's eyes flashed momentarily. Looking back again, I found that all the past poverty, all the past hardships, all the past bitterness have become insignificant with the passage of time, but slowly become precious memories. He couldn't help but smiled faintly, and his eyes turned to admiration when he looked towards the wall pillar.
A person who has studied and worked hard in the city for many years, but still does not forget his hometown; a person who is willing to use his own paintings as a background wedding dress for deaf and mute children; a person who knows how to use people and knows how to avoid disadvantages and avoid weaknesses... Wheat has such elegance And ability, given time, he believes that her life path will definitely become more and more spacious.
"Childhood" ends with a pole dance celebrating the harvest. In the slow and sonorous music, Chen Mo came out with a few accompanying teachers, squatted down and slid against the bamboo poles familiarly, sending out a lively rhythm of "chacha" and "chacha". The children jumped between the bamboo poles like a light little deer, constantly performing tricks such as sharpening knives, sifting rice, and piercing through doors. The cute faces are no longer tense and cramped, and some are just enjoying the game and celebrating.
The joy from the bottom of my heart can always be mutually contagious, and the audience can't help but clap their palms in the rhythm of "kacha" and "kacha". First, a few people were sparse, and gradually everyone got involved. Gathered into a film, and then quickly swept the audience. By the end of the show, the applause was stunned, and it was as loud as the marching troops.
When the host came out to announce the scene, excitedly feeling that the training of these deaf-mute children was not easy, people knew that the beautiful show just now was brought to them by a group of angels with broken wings. Suddenly, there was unprecedented applause.
At this moment, no matter the background or the audience, all the people of the "cute you" are connected with each other, and they are so excited that they are hard to control.
Liu Feipeng put the camera away, his eyebrows were full of happy expressions with You Rongyan, and said: "Today is really a success. Unexpectedly, this group of children can actually arouse the emotions of the audience."
Seeing that the program ended successfully without the slightest accident, Qianmai's suspended heart slowly let go. Secretly wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, I was really proud of these children. At the moment, I was excited to express that I would like to add more dishes to the celebration party, and even excited so much that the thieves rolled their eyes and snickered: "Today's audience is too strong. The applause is so overwhelming, isn't it a problem for the director of education? Now, He is embarrassed to give a'participation award' casually."
It's really cheap and good. Liu Feipeng slapped her forehead with a good temper and smiled cheerfully and heartily: "Be humble, it's still early for the awards." As usual, the awards of these theatrical performances are evaluated in separate articles after the end.
Taking advantage of the darkness, the two sneaked back to the back seat with their waists. Seeing the joy of other faculty and staff, it seemed that finding the organization was another excited high-five celebration.
For the rest of the time, Qianmai was so happy, it was as if he had been beaten with blood for a long time, it was difficult to restore calm, his cheeks were red, his eyes were shining, and he grinned almost all the way to the end. No matter the show is good or bad, clap vigorously. In the teasing gaze of the neighbor Liu Feipeng, he patted his palms red and numb.
After the performance, a group of people sitting in the back row rushed out of the auditorium first. Qianmai was not in a hurry to meet with Chen Mo. Instead, he stood at the entrance of the auditorium and called his uncles and aunts, doing the job of waiting for the rabbits.
However, before I waited for the group of uncles and aunts, I first saw my cousin Yang Gongjian carrying a camera bag. He suddenly appeared from nowhere, and hurriedly cried out: "Brother, I will be the host at night. Let's give it to you for the first time. Ruizhe on stage celebrated."
Yang Gongjian followed the sound to find someone. Seeing that it was a female robber who was laughing so hard that she could not see her teeth, she raised her brows suddenly and slowly walked over. Lin Feng followed behind him, carrying a professional video camera like a cannon. A few steps away, he gave her a thumbs up and said, "Auntie, my uncle is not wronged by planting you in your hand."
"Didn't you ask your name?..."
"It seems that the lesson last time was not profound enough, and you think your life was going too smoothly." At the moment of the foreign enemy, Yang Gongjian quickly let go of his dissatisfaction and expressed his dissatisfaction with Qianmai.
Lin Feng once again flattered the horse's legs, smiled and touched the back of his head awkwardly, to make up for it: "Uncle asked me to come over and take a picture of the'cute you'. When I go back to the photo studio, I will sort it out and upload it to you."
That's it. Latent wheat suddenly. Knowing that, she wouldn't have to squeeze so hard by the wall pillars. Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there. Her phone buzzed and vibrated, and text messages came in. After opening it, Peng Chen asked, "Did the performance go well? Did Lin Feng go to take pictures for you?"
Right now, with a light movement of his thumb, he briefly returned a few words.
"Your partner?" Yang Gongjian smirked at her, meaning it was self-evident.
"Yeah. He's very busy." Qianmai said sweaty nonsense, cousin, he must have watched "A World Without Thieves" too much.
Yang Gongjian didn't care about this. Standing on the commanding heights of morality, he was not polite to hand over the USB flash drive, and said, "Today's vector landscape painting is quite beautiful. Give me a copy."
Later, Lin Feng was busy following up, digging through his bag to find the U disk: "I want too."
Qianmai received his cousin’s USB flash drive and looked at Lin Feng, but he was full of doubts: “You came from K University Art Institute, what do you copy it for? This level of vector graphics is not easy for you. Can it be drawn?"
"Hehe, copy it for reference." Lin Feng was so happy to be praised by others. When he was excited, he surrounded Qianmai at the entrance of the auditorium and talked about his "money-making plan". In short, she wanted to refine her stage creativity and launch back-to-nature nostalgic photography in the photo studio. According to his understanding, there is currently no photo studio in Huayang that has launched this kind of rural-style commercial photography. Judging by the sensational effect of today's auditorium, there must be a big market.
Qian Wheat subdued him. It is said to be engaged in art photography, but after all, it is a business man, watching a children's show can also make a lot of business. I was not stingy right away, thinking of Peng Chen's "accept him", I was happy to have a personal affection, and said: "You can get in touch with Chen Mo. Those costumes are not usually worn by the children, and I will give you all of them for your reference. Okay. I have been thinking about the details of the costumes. It is not clear on the stage, and the shots should be very chic and beautiful under the lens."
Lin Feng was overjoyed and thanked him exaggeratedly. Sun Hongmei ran in anxiously, pulled her to the wall mysteriously, but yelled not at all, "What should I do, Mai? Reporter Du said that we must interview'cute you'. We can't make up our minds, he Just say I want to talk to you directly."
Qian Mai was slightly surprised, silent for a while, before he had time to think about it, he was pushed and twisted by Sun Hongmei: "This is a good thing. The teacher and the children are very happy, so you agree. Let's go ahead. This is just a literary show. It has all been performed publicly on stage. What else is hidden..."
Sun Hongmei babbled endlessly, saying that it was a request for instructions, but it was in the style of "If you don't agree, I will cry for you."
Qianmai knows that since this woman became a correspondent last time, her enthusiasm for writing "tofu nuggets" has never been higher than ever, and her admiration for Du Qunsheng is like a continuous river. Now, it's strange not to speak for him.
At the moment, he didn't give a positive answer to Sun Hongmei. Instead, he turned around and spread his hands, winked at Liu Feipeng who was chatting with Wang Zhigao, and said: "Look, this is the difference between us. What you say is good or bad, bad spirit. What I say is bad and bad, good spirit."
Liu Feipeng was stunned, and she was really accurate. Regardless of the unspoken rules or the local customs, the reality is that as long as the "Huayang Daily" publishes the report, the director of education has to look at the monk's face and give it a "special award". Rubbing his eyebrows, he said playfully: "No way, who makes you look like a magpie."
Cut, is there such a compliment? This is not to make it clear that she looks like a "bird". Seeing Liu Feipeng's face waiting to see her deflated, Qianmai was not as good as he intended. Learning his tone, he became more and more smiling and flaunted: "No way, who makes these children stupid? Funie." (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)