"Hey, mom, I can't go back for the Chinese New Year this year, yes, it's still the Spring Festival Gala."

On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, there were only three days left before the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala. He Xiao had just finished his hands in the bathroom of CCTV Building. When he came out to wash his hands, he called his home.

"If you can't come back, don't come back. Do it well and don't worry about your family. Your dad and I are both good."

My mother, Comrade Li Chengjuan, expressed spiritual support for He Xiao's work, but there was a bit of unconcealed loss in her tone.

He Xiao has not returned home for two years during the Spring Festival. As a parent, while supporting his children's work, he is also full of longing.

As a child, He Xiao felt guilty inside. He had thought of bringing his parents to his side, but the two old men were unwilling to be too far away from home and could only take time to go home for more.

A scene like this can often be seen in the backstage of CCTV studio. There is an old artist at the Spring Festival Gala who has not been home for the New Year of Reunion for twelve consecutive years.

For him, the Spring Festival Gala not only represents the arrival of the year, but also the audience's expectations.

Every year on the Spring Festival Gala, these old artists will meet with audiences across the country as promised, bringing a series of hilarious performances, but behind the seemingly lively, there is also unknown helplessness and loneliness.

The biggest regret of being unable to spend the New Year at home like ordinary people is their biggest regret.

"He Xiao, Liao Yuqing said that we will come to see us rehearsal this afternoon." After returning from the bathroom, Lin Yunkai greeted him and said.

They had been rehearsing for almost a month, and Liao Yuqing never came to see it. On the one hand, they trust He Xiao and knew that he would not make any mistakes in his work. On the other hand, they were really too busy as the director. He had to review the four-hour Spring Festival Gala and nearly hundreds of programs one by one, and the workload was not an ordinary big deal.

Now there are only the last three days left before New Year's Eve, Liao Yuqing has finally straightened the general context of the Spring Festival Gala and is preparing to see how He Xiao rehearsed.

He heard Lao Lin's words, He Xiao nodded and said, "It's time to let Director Liao see it. If there is something that cannot be performed, it's time to delete it now."

In the past, the sketches were always a bit critical and had a large scale. They dared to say anything and acted in anything. Although there were no such factors in the work "Eating Noodles", they were not afraid of ten thousand, but they were afraid of one. The standards in the black mobile phone world were different from their own world, and Liao Yuqing must be read through it.

At around 1:00 p.m., Liao Yuqing knocked on the door and walked in. She had a scent of leeks. She must have just finished eating fried eggs with leeks.

He went to the sofa and took two sips of tea, "He Xiao, I heard from the props team that we don't need props for this sketch? Then how do you perform it?"

In fact, strictly speaking, this cannot be considered as without props. After all, I also need a red bucket and bowls and chopsticks. However, compared with the fanfare of other sketches, this thing was subconsciously ignored by Liao Yuqing.

In his eyes, He Xiao did not need props to perform sketches, so he was very curious. Is it still a sketch without props? How to perform it? Without the authenticity brought by props, the audience's sense of substitution will be greatly reduced.

"Hey, Director Liao, you'll know."

He Xiao didn't explain in detail, because this "Eating Noodles" is a sketch that relies entirely on acting skills. Although there are no props, it is better than having props. It still needs to be performed in detail so that Liao Yuqing can understand it.

Within the next fifteen minutes, He Xiao and Lin Yunkai played each role and restored the sketch in full. The vivid performance made Liao Yuqing stunned.

"Okay! That's great!"

After the sketch ended, Liao Yuqing immediately applauded and shouted. The quality of this sketch was completely beyond his expectations. Although before coming, he thought that He Xiao might surprise him and prepared himself in advance, when he saw the finished product, he was still deeply amazed.

How did this come up with it?

It's so funny!

The laughter is almost overflowing!

Liao Yuqing immediately made the decision and said with a final say: "No need to change it, just go straight to it, you will definitely be popular!"

There has been no such excellent sketches in the Spring Festival Gala for many years. This stage requires new creative injections. Liao Yuqing is very satisfied. He even feels that He Xiao’s sketches are likely to cause a storm in the sketch world after they are broadcast.

That afternoon, Liao Yuqing came out of the rehearsal room with a happy face. Many people who saw this scene were even more curious. What kind of program is He Xiao going to perform? It's so mysterious!

Time passes day by day.

The New Year atmosphere outside is getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, the thirty years of the twelfth lunar month is coming!

Early in the morning, the crackling sound of firecrackers sounded in the streets and alleys of China, awakening the stinky young people who were still staying in bed. They got up from the bed with sleepy eyes, washed reluctantly, and followed their families to visit friends and wish them New Year's greetings to their relatives.

...

"Oh, I've gained another five pounds."

In a county in the north, He Jin walked down from the weight equipment and sighed a little. She had made her fat this year. Her figure was originally 90 pounds, but now she is rushing to 100.

Cousin He Wan smiled and said, "Sister, this weight is just right. Why do you say that? You weigh only 100% and you are either flat or short."

"I'll hit you!" He Jin looked down at his chest, then compared his size, and his eyebrows were raised, making him look extremely fierce.

He Wan ran away with joy, leaving a grimace.

"Stop making trouble, stop quiet." My mother, Comrade Li Chengjuan, walked out of the kitchen with an iron spoon, pinched her waist and asked, "He Jin, have you videos for your brother? He is going to perform on stage today, and there is no time tonight."

"I know, I know, that guy has anything to watch." He Jin agreed impatiently, but his hand was dissatisfied. He played a video for He Xiao, but it took a long time to connect the signal.

In the video, He Xiao kept looking forward, and there were people around him talking to him. He was too busy now. The live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala has entered the final countdown, with less than ten hours left. There are always endless work on CCTV backstage.

Seeing his appearance, He Jin didn't disturb him too much. After chatting for a few hurriedly, he hung up the video.

...

On the Internet, the styles of major apps and software have also turned into festive red lanterns, a lively scene.

After the Spring Festival Gala began, the largest video websites in China would broadcast live simultaneously, and also launched a live broadcast and a red envelope grabbing event, which undoubtedly made everyone's expectation for the Spring Festival Gala more intense.
Chapter completed!