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Zhou Chenyu said: "I still remember when I was a child, not long after I was with Master, the first play Master taught me to sing was "Xi Shi"."

Zhou Yinchun nodded: "Your name is Chen Yu, it seems that you were born for this play."

Zhou Chenyu smiled and helped the microphone: "Thanks to Zuoer's love, today my master and I will sing "Xi Shi" for you."

The old troupe leader has not performed on stage for more than ten years, and now he has been on stage for a long time, which is enough to surprise people.

Unexpectedly, he came on stage not to tell cross talk jokes, but to sing a Beijing opera with Zhou Chenyu.

The audience was so shocked by this series of surprises that they were speechless, only bursts of enthusiastic applause poured in like mountains and seas.

The team of musicians on the side has already played the accompaniment of Nan Bangzi, and after the door-to-door performance, the grandparents and grandchildren sang in unison: "I think the spring breeze will blow all over Zhuluo Village that day—"

Mr. Zhou Yinchun is over [-] years old, and his vocals are unavoidably trembling with such strenuous work in Peking Opera, but the strength and charm of his whole body are still the same as before.

Looking at the handsome young man beside him, he is indeed a child brought up by the old man himself, and his whole body is the shadow of the master back then.

The grandparents and grandchildren, who hadn't spoken for a long time, sang a Peking Opera together in a rare way, and the singing was melodious, revealing the meaning of passing the torch from generation to generation and endless life.

Such a scene, for the audience who loves folk art, is undoubtedly shocking, and even tears filled their eyes.

While Yan Chao sat under the stage, his mind was in a trance for a while, and he felt for no reason that the heart knot that had been twisting between Zhou Chenyu and the master all this time, whether it was big or small, might be at this moment. It has been untied without a sound.

The grandparents and grandchildren on the stage sang the last line. Amidst the thunderous applause from the audience, Zhou Yinchun, the old troupe leader, waited for a long time before slowly opening his mouth and said: "If you have a lifetime, you can contribute a little to the development of our traditional folk art." Strength, the old man did not go through this life in vain."

Zhou Chenyu turned to look at him, and rarely said seriously: "You have already done it."

The stadium reverberated with warm applause, like the tide, which lasted for a long time.

This is the end of tonight's performance. As the audience left the stage one by one, all the big names in the vvip area still gathered in the front row of the venue, chatting and taking photos together. It was very lively.

Naturally, Wang Hui was also courteous with other acquaintances, but Yan Chao stood aside, absent-minded.

His eyes involuntarily wandered among the messy crowd, trying to find the familiar figure, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

Yan Chao had no choice but to comfort himself, Zhou Chenyu is a celebrity after all today, maybe there are many big stars and patrons rushing to take a photo with him.

Just as he was thinking this way, someone suddenly patted his shoulder. He turned his head subconsciously, and saw Zhou Chenyu slipped behind him at some point, and raised his eyebrows at him leisurely: "Looking for me?"

He had just stepped off the stage, and he hadn't had time to change his clothes yet. He was still wearing the dark gray cloth coat he had just worn, with an undisguised flamboyant look on his brows, which made him even more anxious.

Yan Chao was taken aback by him, and naturally subconsciously denied it: "Don't be too sentimental."

Zhou Chenyu immediately showed an aggrieved expression: "Brother Xiaoyan, I have listened to you so much, and I have opened my voice tonight, and you are so ungrateful."

Yan Chao stared at him for a while, and suddenly realized that as long as he met his shining eyes, he would suddenly become speechless.

After a while, he had no choice but to change the subject jerky and said: "What did you say that the master treats you badly, let you save money, and even go on stage for you personally, after all, he doesn't love you the most, you can respect him well in the future Old man."

Zhou Chenyu smiled slyly: "When will all the bad debts of our family be settled, young mistress?"

Yan Chao subconsciously said, "Stop talking nonsense."

As he said that, he seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and said seriously: "By the way, the Spring Festival Gala is coming to the final trial, right? How are you two doing now?"

"This year's skits are pretty good, so the program team finally decided to keep only one cross talk," Zhou Chenyu said indifferently, "I guess we're out of action."

Yan Chao couldn't help frowning: "How do you know that they must be the ones staying?"

"I still have this bit of self-knowledge," Zhou Chenyu said with a smile, "It's okay, anyway, I didn't expect to be able to go to the Spring Festival Gala anyway, and the show can be saved until the Lantern Festival Gala, which is also a profit."

Yan Chao looked at him, then turned his head involuntarily, and glanced at Wang Hui who was talking and laughing with others in the distance, as if he wanted to say something.But before he could open his mouth, he heard He Chenfeng calling Zhou Chenyu at the other end of the venue, as if he wanted to take him to meet some director.

Zhou Chenyu agreed, and Yan Chao hurried him over.After a while, Wang Hui also came back and took him to greet other big coffees.

So the two of them said these two sentences without beginning and end tonight, until the scene was completely over, and they didn't meet each other again.

Yan Chao got into Wang Hui's car and asked him, "How is it?"

Wang Hui said: "There is value in cooperation, but it seems that there is not much willingness to cooperate."

Yan Chao was not surprised: "Is he uncle?"

Wang Hui nodded: "It's understandable. Those who engage in traditional art are conservative in their thinking, let alone these elderly people."

Although Liao Fengxuan is Zhou Yinchun's old team leader's big idea, it is by no means a monologue. The opinion of Dongning Garden is also very important.

If Wang Hui really wanted to cooperate with Liao Fengxuan, he would have to go through a lot of adjustments.

After a while, Yan Chao changed the subject: "Then what do you think of the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Your little friend?" Wang Hui said while driving, "It's kind of hanging."

Yan Chao subconsciously smiled and said, "What kind of nonsense address."

Wang Hui smiled, and continued, "After all, Wei Maolin has been on the Spring Festival Gala for so many years, it's not something two kids can just say."

Yan Chao blurted out: "Then you..."

After saying two words, he fell silent again.

Wang Hui is a smart person, and he has already guessed what he meant: "Do you think I am so capable that I can reach out to other people's Spring Festival Gala program?"

Yan Chao lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Wang Hui added: "In the final analysis, it depends on the attitude of the higher-ups towards them. After all, they are young people. Their cross talk can be said to be in line with the times at best, but there are still many old people who are old. The audience, feel that they are neither fish nor fowl."

Yan Chao was silent for a while, and said: "So their current situation is actually very embarrassing. If he really gets rid of his uncle, the other party will lose face, and he is narrow-minded, so he will inevitably keep them in mind. But if they are It was deleted, and there was already such a big momentum on the Internet before. He Chenfeng has many competitors in the entertainment circle, and they are all waiting to see the joke. At that time, he will definitely jump out and buy the draft to bring the rhythm. A while of cynicism is inevitable .”

Wang Hui nodded and said, "So we have to preemptively buy some marketing accounts and trolls before the results of the final review come out, and hold a vote. Fans will definitely vote hard. This way we can The program group and netizens more or less know how popular they are; secondly, if they are really brushed, it can be regarded as a way to save their respect, and everyone will only think that the program group refuses to listen to public opinion."

Yan Chao continued: "Even if they can't get in this year, the program team may have a spot for them next year due to various considerations."

Wang Hui glanced at him gratifiedly: "Young children can be taught."

Hearing this sentence, Yan Chao snorted coldly, and after a long while, said again: "If Dong Ning Yuan knew that we were discussing cooperation with the entire Liao Feng Xuan on the surface, but secretly helping Xia Qing Yuan, and appointed us blocked."

Wang Hui said: "Even if they can't see it for a while, they will guess it sooner or later. Now in the whole world, who doesn't know the relationship between you and your little friend?"

Yan Chao subconsciously said with a guilty conscience, "What relationship do I have with him?"

Seeing Wang Hui cast a meaningful look at him, Yan Chao's eyes flashed a rare panic: "Now our relationship has been demonized, and there are all kinds of opinions, and many extreme people even say that we The two seem to be inseparable, on the surface they are good brothers, but they stabbed each other in the back."

"Classic talk from primary school students." Wang Hui turned his head back and suddenly sneered, "But having said that, this is the first time I've seen you care so much about someone."

Yan Chao's sensitive nerves couldn't help jumping abruptly, and he subconsciously turned to look at him, only to see that Wang Hui still had that unpredictable smile on his face.

Yan Chao looked away guiltily, turned his head to look out the window, and said in disguise: "It's rare to have a confidant in life."

Wang Hui didn't look at him, his eyes gradually became darker, as if caught in some deep emotion.

After a while, he said quietly: "Since there is a destiny, we must cherish it."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Chao instantly stripped away from some hidden emotions. He suddenly turned his head to look at Wang Hui, and the cold light appeared in his eyes again.

But when he saw Wang Hui's expression of grief and pain, he couldn't speak any sharp words anymore.

Yan Chao silently withdrew his gaze, and looked out the window again.

The end of the new year is approaching, and the capital city at night is becoming more and more crowded and brightly lit.Suddenly, he saw a billboard of Liaofengxuan flashing by the side of the road:

"In summer, the day is clear, and the day is never dusk, and in winter, the night is so long."

Yan Chao lowered his eyes, and in those deep eyes, there was a certain kind of intense emotion that couldn't be resolved.

"Mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more.

It's better to take pity on the person in front of you. "