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Xu Fei had never seen so many people gather in one place.

The work body was already big enough, but when he came out of the passage, he felt that there was a mess in front of him. There were workers checking and maintaining the field, the stands, the runway, and even the canopy.

The first thing I noticed was that on the opposite side of the rostrum, the 10,000 people who were in charge of flipping boards had already practiced. There were more than a dozen patterns in the whole process, and each person had more than a dozen boards, all of which were numbered uniformly.

The memory thing is okay, the key has to be held up, and the whole opening ceremony has to be held up.

Xu Fei continued to move forward and came to the runway.

Sitting on the left and right are more than 500 girls, young and pure, all of whom are local middle school students. Wearing a long skirt of blue and lotus color, holding a white veil in her hand, the program is called Clear Water and Wind Lotus.

On the unpaved field, more than a thousand men were resting. Yishui's ancient soldier's clothing, with a bright yellow base, a large slanted breast on the chest, half of the arm is bare, dark and strong.

Looking back, my team in the auditorium also has more than one thousand numbers, and the eighteen lion heads are particularly eye-catching.

He and Cheng Dong climbed up, found Wu Jing, and touched their heads as usual.

Mr. Yu didn't come?

They're going to be later, it's a personal project after all.

Then why are you here so early?

Xu Fei stretched out his hand again, but Wu Jing refused to touch it this time, and moved to the side, I'm a group event. Why don't you go early? There is so little rehearsal time for each group, if you don't come, the last group will be shy Keep playing.

Oh, it's actually more messy. It's better to do it in order, and arrange each group separately.

There are too many shows, I'm afraid there won't be enough time, and they're running 24 hours a day.

After chatting for a while, the music stopped, and the broadcast started: Okay, the break is over, let's do it again in the last bit of time.

Before the words were finished, the gong and drum groups got up one after another and retreated to the outside of the venue first.

In an instant, the whole body was exceptionally quiet. After a few seconds, they ran into the arena from the north side again, accompanied by more than a thousand men shouting: Ah...

Ha ha!

Quickly form a queue and start performing.

Deng Zaijun led the broadcast team to capture the most suitable shots from various angles, and discussed how to switch, when to close-up, when to take aerial shots, and when to take distant shots.

Sitting at the banquet, Xu Fei suddenly felt his eardrums vibrate. There was no music, only the rough sound evolved from ancient times.

Hundreds of drums, hundreds of gongs, and hundreds of cymbals resonate in unison, the sound is like the thunder of heaven and earth, and people are like fighting on the battlefield. Advance and retreat back and forth, open and close left and right, drums, gongs and cymbals decorated with colorful ribbons fly up and down.

Majestic!

...

Everyone stopped their work and paid attention together, which has become their normal state.

After the athletes enter the field, take the oath, and leave the field, there are gongs and drums. It is the first one to appear, and the first one to show the ancient and roaring China to the world.

Boom boom boom!

Clang clang!

The deafening sound is not just a rehearsal program.

Everyone, all the guys who have put in their hard work and labor on this site are all supported, proud and looking forward to this sound of gongs and drums.

Four months, four more months... This country and people need such an opportunity so much, tell others and tell yourself that we are still standing!

The rehearsal was completely in accordance with the standard of the opening ceremony. With four 18-meter-long inflatable dragons soaring into the air, the gong and drum team ended the performance.

Wow, boom!

good!

Today is not bad, come on!

come on!

The little girls yelled the most, and when the gong and drum team finished, Ma Liu ran in to occupy it.

In the first two programs, one is masculine and the other soft.

More than 500 girls danced in white gauze, walking gracefully, changing into various queues. At the end, more than a dozen people pushed the mobile lifting platform into the arena, forming a lotus petal shape.

The petals bloomed, and Yu Wenhua rose slowly. There is also a round metal stamen inside, which is actually for her to support and maintain balance.

This is quite creative! Xu Feile said.

There's only one solo, so it needs to be done better. It's Meilun Meilun at the top, and a dozen or so people pushing carts with their buttocks sticking out. It's a bit of a drop in price.

It's the same with us, just this technology.

Yeah, no way!

Cheng Dong shook his head, and sighed: Director Deng promised us that we will try not to film the next one, and it's fine if we don't see it on TV.

Clear Water and Wind Lotus lined up for a while, and Yu Chenghui and others also came.

The old knight was still so energetic, with bright eyes, wearing that ragged waistcoat, and carrying two swords in his hands. The first time he brought a sword, everyone's eyes were straight.

Xu Fei rubbed his hands, his heart itching unbearably, Uh, can I take a look?

sure.

Yu Chenghui handed over the sword with a smile.

In Chinese history, swords are usually very light, 1 kg, or less than 1 kg. Don't think it's an exaggeration. You fight with a 1kg sword and you fight with a 1kg sword. Those are two concepts.

Drunken Sword is short and very traditional.

The two-handed sword is long and slightly heavy.

Xu Fei pulled it out with a swipe, although there was no cold light, it was still menacing.

This one has a total length of 135 and a blade length of 100. It is used for performance. I have another one at home with a total length of 140 and a blade length of 105. It is usually used for exercise.

140...

Mr. Xu was speechless, and he could catch up with Deng Jiegao with a little more.

Returning the sword to the old knight, Wu Jing's little girl jumped over and dragged him to ask for advice. He is the national martial arts champion, and all his fights are routines. Yu Chenghui's two-handed sword is his own creation.

It is said to be able to fight.

Mr. Xu doesn't understand this, he just watched many martial arts from later generations being hanged and beaten by professional players, and while ridiculing, he always hoped that a hidden hero would pop out to justify the name of Chinese Kung Fu.

It's a pity that I didn't expect it.

Before you know it, it will be late.

The rehearsal of Clear Water and Wind Lotus was over, and finally it was the turn of the Chinese Wushu group. A thousand people cheered and got up, Xu Fei and Cheng Dong led the way, and waved:

Walk!

…………

Six programs: majestic gongs and drums, clear water and wind lotus, Chinese martial arts, twinkling child stars, heroic sports, and the light of Asia.

The child stars are all children and cannot stay up late; the big axis of the Light of Asia is the most important. These two rehearsals go to the premise, and then go to the next round in turn.

However, the heroic appearance of the sports world is mixed with the military band and Tai Chi, so the martial arts group is last, but it is quiet.

Near midnight, the work body under the night has a unique temperament, as if a steel giant is lying here, watching this ancient city quietly.

The rehearsal lasted almost four hours and was exhausting.

The police school students waving the banners slumped on the ground, while the middle-aged and middle-aged students who were boxing were still in good spirits, forming a group, chatting and playing poker. Several famous opera masters nestled on the chairs, taking the time to take a nap.

Xu Fei's voice was hoarse, and he kept drinking water from the big tea mug.

Cheng Dong glanced at it, and wondered: Mr. Xu, why don't you buy soda this time?

Money is tight recently.

Are you still tight?

Nonsense! The general environment is not good, is An's egg gone?

...

Cheng Dong rolled his eyes, Can't you be righteous and sacrifice yourself for others?

For whom?

hey-hey……

He rubbed his belly and said cheekily, I'm a little hungry, I don't have any money in my pocket.

It's none of my business, where can I find something to eat?

Uh, yes.

Just as they were talking, they suddenly heard the noise over there, which meant that they were about to fight. The two hurried over, What are you doing?

Brother Fei, judge me!

A child shouted, Argentina will definitely win this year, and Argentina has Maradona!

You also know Maradona, Italy is home, and Italy is the champion!

Argentina!

Italy!

The two of them are like fighting cocks, neither will let anyone go.

In the mid-to-late 1980s, the domestic football atmosphere became increasingly strong. In the last World Cup, CCTV had sent a reporting team to the scene.

Not long ago, the Liaoning team won the Asian Club Cup, which was almost like a festival. Countless fans are looking forward to the fiery June, but unfortunately there is still no Chinese team.

In the top six battle, he encountered black for three minutes and was only one step away from Rome.

Ah, the time left for the Chinese team is running out! ! !

If you want me to say that Argentina won the championship last year, its luck has been consumed by the hand of God. Italy has a good defense and a lot of offense. There is a guy named Baggio who is not bad.

You pay attention to West Germany, Beckenbauer leads, Bremer, Matthaus, Klinsmann, Wöhler, absolutely reckless, pointing directly to the championship.

Teacher Xu sat cross-legged and pointed out Jiangshan.

A group of children expressed doubts, Brother Fei, are you real or fake?

Who is Baggio? I've never heard of it.

I'm still bullish on Argentina.

Italy!

Argentina!

“The Netherlands is not bad either!”

One person suddenly raised his hand, I am optimistic about the Chinese team, and the Chinese team will definitely make it to the next round!

Who?

Xu Fei scanned it and found that it was Wu Jing who was shouting, so he hurriedly mumbled, I don't even want face, why do you want to fart?

You have to have confidence, we can definitely get in!

Come on papa, think about something serious for a day!

Cuckoo!

Who is it?

Xu Fei suddenly heard a strange sound, turned his head and saw a child rubbing his belly in embarrassment. Immediately afterwards, the belly of the buddy next to him also started to growl, and a chain reaction followed.

Goo...coo...

Hey, I'm hungry!

I'm quite full tonight, why are you hungry again?

People who practice martial arts have a big appetite, so bear with it.

Come on, let me teach you a trick, hold back...

A child meditates cross-legged seriously, imitating luck in martial arts movies, Hey, hey, get angry in the dantian, don't think about anything, you won't be hungry in a while.

These performers have a small subsidy, but it is not enough, and they are not willing to spend it. Even if the dinner is finished, even if it is twelve o'clock, even if the consumption is so large.

Xu Fei looked at these fart kids, rubbed his nose, and muttered to himself: Damn, force me to spend money!

Count the birds!

He stood up, passed the loudspeaker, and said, Be quiet, and say a few words. Everyone rehearsed very hard, and the people who lit the lamps and boiled oil were all half-children. I know that you are strong and can eat.

Start tomorrow! I can't provide anything else. It's okay for everyone to eat some steamed buns and just order pickles. I'll add supper to you!

...

The audience was stunned for a moment, and then began to cheer, happier than giving soda before.

Brother Fei is Brother Fei!

Awesome!

Brother, I have never convinced anyone, I will obey you now!

If I were a girl, I would be sure to marry... Hey, I have a sister!

Under the night, Gongti seemed to wake up, full of enthusiasm, blood churning in his heart, and even those who slept would yell.

Yu Chenghui laughed out loud, full of pride, raised his sword and jumped onto the high platform, and put out a posture, the moonlight shone on the lamp, as if it had been through the ages.

Cheng Dong curled his lips, is this considered a patriotic capitalist?

Taking advantage of this energy, Xu Fei shouted again: Come on, get up, let's start over again!

The other groups are all good, and the people of the whole country are watching!

That's right, we can't lose face, everyone, come on!

come on!