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Chapter 48: Spring Festival Gala Again
Of course, some people were a little unhappy.

"Hey, what a joke! We clearly agreed to hold the Spring Festival Gala at the Workers' Stadium, and we bought the tickets, but in the end, they returned them. What's the fun?"

"Otherwise, our family will go to watch the Spring Festival Gala in person."

"How many people are there in the studio? You can't buy tickets even if you want to!" A middle-aged man, cigarette in mouth, rolled out dumpling wrappers while complaining, "You can't even have a good New Year!"

"I think it's fine now." The wife rolled her eyes at her husband. "To keep up with the trend, you have to go to some live event, a stadium? How cold is that on New Year's Eve? If you don't feel cold, go out now and come back after the Spring Festival Gala on TV is over."

“I, I, hahaha.” The middle-aged man laughed, “Actually, when you think about it, watching TV isn’t bad. At least it’s warm.”

“It just wasn’t effective enough.”

As he spoke, the man looked at his black-and-white TV. "I heard that many domestic companies this year, such as Hisense in Bluebird, Changhong in Sichuan Province, and Konka in eastern Guangdong, have introduced foreign color TV production lines. I think the color TV will be cheaper next year. Let's try to watch the Spring Festival Gala on a color TV!"

"You know a lot. The Spring Festival Gala has begun."

The five hosts of this year's Spring Festival Gala appeared on the screen, Ma Ji, Jiang Kun, Huang Ze's old friend Zhang Yu, Zhu Yuanyi from Taiwan, and Ban Ban from Hong Kong Island, a big reunion between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait and Hong Kong.

After the blessing speech, Zhang Yu started to speak, "Next, our first program of this year's gala is "Happy Chinese New Year" sung by the famous young singer Huang Ze."

"Come on." Zhang Yu gave Huang Ze a look and handed the stage to Huang Ze.

Huang Ze put on a bright red suit and walked to the stage with a smile, looking like the groom in a traditional wedding.

Huang Ze made a slight change to the previous accompaniment.

There are gongs, drums, suona, and the sound of firecrackers, which is perfect for tonight.

"The golden wind brings good news, and the redbud flowers are in bloom."

"In February, the earth thunders with spring thunder and the gongs and drums start to beat."

"A century-old dream has come true, and China has entered a new era hand in hand with the Chinese people for thousands of years."

"Congratulations on the Chinese New Year, may the harvest be plentiful and bring joy to everyone."

"It's a nice song, and it's quite festive!" The audience in front of the TV commented one by one, "Not bad, this year's Spring Festival Gala got off to a good start."

"Of course! This is sung by Huang Ze. He has many good songs. Wasn't last year's song also very nice?"

"Yeah, it's really good." The old man in his seventies also nodded, "The singing is festive, the clothes are festive, but the boy doesn't look festive. He has no flesh on his face, and his appearance makes him look like Chen Shimei."

"You are also good at face reading."

"Grandpa, you are talking nonsense. This is clearly handsome. What Chen Shimei? I see, this is the Lanling King, and Gao Huan."

"Oh, my grandson also knows Gao Huan." The old man's attention was instantly diverted to his twelve-year-old grandson.

At this time, Huang Ze, after singing the song "Happy Chinese New Year", bowed to the audience and walked away quickly.

I sat back in my seat and changed into the costume for the next song, which was also the song I was required to sing.

uniform.

Originally, we were considering not being able to wear a military uniform, so we prepared a Zhongshan suit. But Director Huang said that he had asked his superiors and there was no problem. He even found a set of Type 85 military uniform that was unveiled at last year's military parade. Of course, there was no military rank or anything like that.

After changing into his costume, Huang Ze returned to his original seat and waited. While waiting, he enjoyed the Spring Festival Gala performances from a close distance.

There is last year’s hit TV series theme song “The Great Wall Will Never Fall”.

There is a crosstalk performance by Ma Sanli.

There is "Making a Movie" performed by Chen Peisi, who was arguably the leader of Spring Festival Gala sketches before she fell out with CCTV.

There was also a Yue Opera performance, "Five Daughters Paying Homage to Their Parents" by the Xiaobaihua Yue Opera Troupe. When Huang Ze heard that one of the performers was named He Saifei, he focused his attention on the two characters.

Uh, I can vaguely tell that it is He Saifei, but she still has a bit of baby fat, which makes her face look a little rounder.

After they finished their performance, Huang Ze came on stage wearing a military uniform.

Grandpa Huang Ze, who was watching TV at home, suddenly brightened up. "Not bad, he has that kind of spirit and energy."

"I think! We shouldn't have let him go to college in the first place. He should have joined the army. It won't be too late to go back to school after he's done with the army."

"What a pity. It will become increasingly difficult to become one in the future." He had also heard some rumors and naturally knew why his grandson was asked to sing "Green Flower in the Army". He felt a little regretful.

At this time, Huang Ze's singing voice rang out.

"The cold wind blows the fallen leaves."

"The army is a green flower."

"Dear comrade, please don't miss home or your mother."

……

"There is a beautiful girl in my hometown. I often dream about her."

When singing to this point, Huang Ze suddenly felt a surge of emotion in his heart. You know what, with both his mother and the girl from his hometown, he would also feel homesick when he heard this song.

The years passed in a flash, and Huang Ze continued to sing with full concentration.

"I call out to you day and night, with so many words from my heart."

"Don't shed tears when you leave. The military camp is our warm home..."

Huang Ze didn’t know if he could make people cry with his singing, or how many people would be moved to tears. This year’s Spring Festival Gala ended very quickly.

Compared to the criticisms throughout history, this year is still a complete success.

Huang Ze also retired after accomplishing his mission and boarded the train back home again.

I had friends when I came, and I had friends when I left. I was in the same carriage with Zhang Yu.

The first time the other party saw him after the Spring Festival Gala, he patted Huang Ze's arm and said, "You sang well! Huang Sanbu."

"Hey man, stop calling me a nickname."

"Haha, you are allowed to do it, but others are not allowed to tell others?"

"Speak, speak!" Huang Ze was too lazy to care. Huang Sanbu could still listen. As long as no one spread the word about him, Huang Sanfenmi, it would be fine, as it would easily leak secrets.

"Haha, by the way, your new movie has finally finished filming. Zhang Jianya and I are getting married in February, don't forget it!"

"Don't worry. Even if you forget my wedding, you can't forget your matchmaker's wedding. The gift money is ready."

"Hey, when are you and Gong Xue going to do it?"

"Not now, but sometime, I think, in the winter."

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore. How come this song is still being sung?" Zhang Yu smacked his lips. "It's a new song. You wrote a song in three seconds?"

"Should I give you a new nickname?"

"Huang San Miao?" Huang Ze immediately thought of what the new nickname would be, and was suddenly shocked.

"No, you absolutely cannot talk nonsense!" Huang Ze pointed his index finger at the palm of his other hand, "Let's just call him Huang Sanbu."

"Okay, that's what you said!"

……

It was already the third day of the New Year when he returned home. After visiting several relatives, Huang Ze stayed at home and enjoyed life with his family. Most of the time, everyone was watching TV.

On the sixth day of the New Year, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" The father who was closest to the door went to open it, and then there was a long silence.

(End of this chapter)