Volume 671 Are You OK? You Come to Play!

The director on the opposite side nodded again and again, and the director's prompt next made his eyes shine when he looked at the little girl with upturned braids in front of him.

"I'll remind you when the time is right, you can start with this little classmate Wang Xiaoya..."

Sure enough, he was a leader, and he was very farsighted.

After squatting in Qin Guan's perfect home for many days, the executive director couldn't find a breakthrough, so he set his mind on Wang Xiaoya.

As soon as this little girl patted her chest, she agreed immediately. It seems that when she grows up, she can go to a matchmaking agency and even get a gold medal.

So this is also the reason why Zhou Jing and Li Jian dragged Qin Guan here. Watching career and chatting is auxiliary, and the real purpose is for the recording scene of the TV station not far behind this yard.

After listening to the ins and outs of the people around him, Qin Guan, who was sitting on the chair, fell into a state of sluggishness.

"The place where we used to go to the chorus in every elementary school when we were kids?"

"OK…"

The era of white flour, red cheeks, white shirts and blue trousers instantly came to Qin Guan's mind.

"Is that small auditorium still the same?"

"It's not bad at all, even the holes that haven't been repaired on the side of the backstage are there."

Hearing this, Qin Guan stood up from his chair with a whoosh, and reconfirmed to the people in the room: "Just record a show? Not live?"

"Recorded, not live!"

"It's fine if it's inconvenient for you, you know how easy the party over there is..."

Before Zhou Jing finished her embarrassing words, she was stopped by her friend with a wave of her hand: "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up, I want to die of those folding chairs with squatting bottoms."

In the previous auditorium, the fixed audience chairs were not the soft-bottomed sofa-like folding chairs like the movie theaters, but they were really curved with wood and sat on them.

In winter, just sitting on it, it is really cold!

The people in the room who got Qin Guan's approval, one by one, followed Qin Guan towards the small auditorium of the TV station. Zhou Jing, who locked the door at the end, showed a smile unconsciously.

Qin Guan hasn't changed at all, just like when he graduated from high school, his heart is still so soft.

...

Passing through the wooden gate with peeling paint in the alley, you came to the small auditorium in memory.

At this time, all the actors, directors, and hosts who got the news, together with the janitor who was still on duty during the festival, all stood at the door of the small auditorium, looking around.

When he was convinced that the tall and slender man walking slowly was their star of City Y, Qin Guan, the director of the show, who couldn't hide his joy, dashed forward in one stride.

"Hello! Comrade Qin Guan, thank you for your support for the Quyi cultural cause in City Y!"

Qin Guan, who was enthusiastically holding both hands, was momentarily at a loss for words, can he say that he actually came to miss the taste of his childhood?

Certainly not, because the current successor of the motherland, classmate Wang Xiaoya, squeezed out from the gap between her thighs, ran and threw herself into the arms of that handsome little uncle with no borders.

"Uncle Qin Guan!"

"Oh, little girl!"

The one who was familiar with the road was caught by Qin Guan's arm, and immediately hugged the little girl.

And the fat Li Jian on the side squeezed in Cong Nianwei's direction: "See, it's definitely preparing for becoming a father. Carrying children is a skilled job."

"I said that your time is not short, you should get married soon!"

Cong Nianwei raised her eyebrows at Li Jian, and the over-smug little Lizi remembered that this was their cold and indifferent squad leader looking up from the mountains. In this calmest look, Li Jian couldn't help but shudder. trembling.

However, Qin Guan, who had been spontaneously surrounded by the staff, walked into the rehearsal venue of the small auditorium accompanied by the director.

"Our Lantern Festival party is recorded and broadcasted. Every program has the opportunity to reshoot, and then we will edit the most exciting clips and play them to the young and old in City Y. The main purpose is to create a happy and peaceful atmosphere for all the people. Are you having a party?"

"Of course, I'm sorry to invite you to come and participate in our party. Although the station's funds are a bit tight, we are also a regular column, and the transportation fee will definitely not be small!"

Listening to the director introduce the situation in the stage with the most simple dialect, he was afraid that he would be wronged, and the act of being extremely moved by the fact that he was able to come to such a small stage warmed Qin Guan's heart .

This is a sincere person.

Then as a member of city y, I can't be too perfunctory, can I?

Qin Guan, who put down Wang Xiaoya and let her go to play, took the recording and broadcasting of the party as his most serious work.

"So, director, what program do I need to perform?"

"You can perform whatever you are good at. Don't be afraid. If we don't have special skills, we can go up and recite poems."

As long as it is Qin Guan's face, this person appears in the camera, even if he recites Tang poems, he will be watched.

And Qin Guan, who was discussing the selection of the program in a low voice with the director, saw the wonderful dialogue between Wang Xiaoya and the culprit who made Qin Guan appear here.

"Grandpa, I'm not bragging. Look, Uncle Qin is here."

"Come if you come. It's nothing more than singing and dancing. What does it have to do with our rehearsal? Your uncle Qin is not a god. He is such a fashionable person, how can he still do things like us old people?"

When two old and disrespectful grandparents faced a little girl, they began to speak out in unison.

Just kidding, as young people, how can they know the most traditional country drama?

As expected of a divine assist, classmate Wang Xiaoya once again raised Uncle Qin to a new level.

"Nonsense! Isn't it Lu Opera! Uncle Qin will definitely know it! My uncle said that Uncle Qin Guan is proficient in playing, playing and singing!"

Lo and behold, the bragging has come to an end.

And this crisp child's voice made the two old men who couldn't stop arguing turn their eyes to Qin Guan.

"It just so happens that Chinese opera is all about the inheritance of a culture. I think it can be considered for my little classmate Wang Xiaoya."

"Every year, we two old guys keep fighting for performances. This year we collectively give in. I think that for a local opera that is popular, if it is performed by a local star, it can simply participate in a national opera. The selection of the best performance column!"

"That is, to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new to create development. I agree with Comrade Zheng." (To be continued.)