Chapter 178

The Spring Festival Gala kicked off with the sound of gongs and drums, and slowly kicked off with the affectionate singing of four male and female singers.

"Zhen, how do I look?" Christine looked at Zhen Fan, fiddling with her red jacket and jeans, revealing some fair shoulders and arms, and turned twice in front of Zhen Fan. Looking at her own results, although there is a makeup artist, Sibella is the one who can best discover the most beautiful side of Christine.

"Looks good!" Sibella applauded.

"I'm sorry!" Suddenly there was a very crisp and somewhat timid voice from the side. When Christine turned her head, she saw a few girls who were supporting dancers, watching her carefully.

"What's the matter?" Christine looked at them and smiled, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

One of the girls mustered up her courage, took out a notebook and a pen, and said to Christine, "Can you sign for us? We all like you and your movies!" The girl spoke in English, and It was so smooth that Christine could understand it perfectly.

"Why not?" Christine generously took it over and signed the names for the girls.

"I'm a little jealous. I know many people here, but they don't know me, but you are the opposite. Isn't this a very sad scene?" Zhen Fan joked.

"No, not at all, I like this kind of scene!" Christine smiled triumphantly, and shook her fist at Zhen Fan, "Wait and see, I will behave very well!"

At this time, a staff member came over, smiled at Christine and said in English: "Miss Stuart, it's almost your time, are you ready?"

"Of course, I'm ready. I can step onto the stage anytime!" Christine took a deep breath. It would be a lie to say that I am not nervous, I still feel a little tense in my heart.

Zhen Fan gave her a thumbs up.

"Good luck, Christine!" Zhen Fan applauded lightly, then turned his head and kissed her lightly on the cheek, "You are the best!"

"Yes, I'm the best!" Christine took another deep breath. Then resolutely followed the staff and walked over, where she would wait until the hosts finished teasing. Just get on stage. Sure enough, within a minute, I heard someone calling "Kristen Stuart" from the host.

Christine turned her head, looked at Zhen Fan from a distance, and raised her hands high. Then he turned around and walked towards the big stage.

"Christine!" Someone in the audience below the stage called her name loudly. Although it was not a turbulent scene, at least some people liked her. Christine enjoyed this feeling very much.

"Christine is here!" Li Xingguo was watching TV at home, and immediately jumped up when he saw Christine appearing. Today's Christine looks extremely beautiful.

She sang a song from "The Runaway," which is one of her very successful films, based on a true story. Just like the guitarist she played in the movie, she is holding the guitar now, fully integrating herself into the music.

Kristen's singing wasn't the best. But her performance is really the best, she is very involved. It's like the whole person is in the music, which makes the audience also strongly infected.

"Does it sound good?" A young and beautiful woman was sitting on the sofa in the living room, biting her lips and looking at Christine inside, frowning. Even though she didn't sing very well, Christine could sing. Very good to bring the audience the feeling of the scene, very infectious.

Liu Yifei originally went to Hollywood to compete for a movie with an investment of 30 million US dollars. This is already considered low-to-medium investment in Hollywood. If the filming is good, it is very likely that it will skyrocket, because the director is the famous Oscar-winning Carl Karl. Baker.

Even if it was only a small supporting role that played for less than five or six minutes, and the number of appearances was less than seven, she didn't catch it, but this trip to the United States was very popular in China, saying that this was the clarion call for Liu Yifei to enter Hollywood, and soon she Will become an international superstar, just like Zhang Xinyi, become an international Liu.

After a song was sung, the audience was filled with eternity. Christine bowed generously and waved to the audience with a smile. When he was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by the program host Dong Xin.

"Wait, Miss Stuart!" Dong Xin smiled and walked to her side. She uses Chinese, but another host, Zhu Jun, translates for her.

"Is this pre-arranged? Why haven't I been notified?" Christine put on a dazed look, then shrugged.

Zhu Jun translated, and the audience burst into laughter. This part did not go through a rehearsal, it was director Feng Daran's impromptu idea, just to introduce her Chinese boyfriend through Christine, and to introduce Zhen Fan smoothly to perform magic tricks.

"Miss Stuart, hello, I used to know you from movies, but now I didn't expect you to stand in front of me." Dong Xin smiled, "I heard that it was a very accidental opportunity for you to go to the Spring Festival Gala, otherwise We'll still miss your show!"

"Yes, originally I came to accompany my boyfriend to China for the Spring Festival!" Christine smiled, "However; after coming here, I think I like it here!"

"Will she become a Chinese daughter-in-law?" Dong Xin joked.

"If he wants to, I'm not a problem!" Christine blinked at the camera and stuck out her tongue mischievously. Obviously, this playful appearance made people feel very cordial, and the audience immediately felt like a tide of life.

"Your boyfriend is so happy, has he come to the Spring Festival Gala?" Dong Xin deliberately looked around the audience.

"No, he's at the scene, but he's in the background, waiting to be on the show!" Christine was very cooperative, an old actor, why didn't she know that Dong Xin was taking the opportunity to launch Zhen Fan's show?

"Please—" Zhu Jun then looked at Christine in a daze on purpose, "You should introduce me!"

"Zhen Fan!" Christine said Zhen Fan's name awkwardly in Chinese.

"Fuck, Brother Zhen is on it, Dad, it's him, you know, Brother Zhen!" Li Xingguo jumped up in the living room, he didn't care about chopping meat and noodles, and pointed to Zhen Fan in a long gown on the TV screen and shouted .

"I know, I know, you will pick him up later!" Zhen Fan has also been to Li Xingguo's country several times, and he is deeply loved by his parents, so he naturally likes him very much, so when Li Xingguo said it, his parents specifically asked him .

"Okay, I'll go after I finish watching Brother Zhen's performance, when did this guy play magic?"

Zhen Fan was standing in the middle of the stage. On the stage was a table with pens, ink, paper and inkstone. He walked to the long table and bowed his hands to the audience: "I'm really sorry, I'm actually here to perform calligraphy and painting. To put it simply, it's just to draw an ink painting. Just now the host Dong Xin reported the wrong program, and I will help her Correct it!"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience. The camera quickly shifted the lens to Dong Xin. Dong Xin was looking at Zhen Fan with a smile on his face, and raised the microphone: "Can I not answer your question? lest someone say I am a trustee again!"

"Of course, but I still have to ask you to come up later!" Zhen Fan smiled, picked up the pen, and dipped it in ink, "I promise, no one will treat you as a trustee again."

There was another burst of good-natured laughter from the crowd. Amidst the laughter, Zhen Fan had already splashed ink. The camera also pulls over to capture Zhen Fan's painting process on paper, a pear tree, a grassy field, and a horse quietly grazing under a tree with its head bowed. The audience in the audience and the audience in front of the TV all began to wonder.

Could it be that the wrong program list was reported?

While in doubt, Zhen Fan dried the ink painting he had drawn, held it up with his hands on both sides, and showed it to the audience. There was good-natured applause from the audience. Most people couldn't understand the painting, but those who could understand it were also a little surprised. Judging from the skill of the painting, it has indeed reached a very high level of attainment.

"Actually, I have always had a dream!" Zhen Fan smiled, "It is a dream that I can have a magical brush like Ma Liang, and I can paint anything. Is sister Dong Xin there?" Zhen Fan pretended to look around.

"You call me big sister, aren't you afraid to call me old?" Dong Xin stood up pretending to be angry, and walked towards the stage, "But let me explain in advance, I won't help you! Otherwise, the reputation of this trustee is really bad." Can't get rid of it."

"I can guarantee this. I am here to show calligraphy. A good pen can draw wonderful things. To use an idiom, it is called 'lifelike'." Zhen Fan said, pulling Dong Xin With his hand, he pasted the picture he just drew on a bulletin board on the stage.

"It is indeed lifelike, so why am I standing here? Since you won't let me help you with anything!" Dong Xin looked at Zhen Fan suspiciously. This link seems to be a bit beyond the scope of the rehearsal, because during the rehearsal, it is not this kind of magic at all.

"What I asked you to do is can you get me a pear from this painting?" Zhen Fan looked at her with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't get close to you, so you won't be suspected of trusting me."

"But, it's just a painting, how can you take off the things on the painting?" Dong Xin looked at Zhen Fan suspiciously, but because of the needs of the program, she had to approach the sign posted on the notice board suspiciously. painting.

Zhen Fan was still standing over the long table and did not come over.

"Sister Dong Xin, just like you usually hold things, take the Sydney on this painting as real, reach out, yes, that's it, reach out and grab Sydney!" Zhen Fan directed Dong Xin's hand, Gently put it on top of the Sydney on the painting.

"Take it out, you can do it, because I use Ma Liang's magic brush!" Zhen Fan encouraged loudly.

"Ah!" Dong Xin suddenly exclaimed in surprise, she rarely loses her composure on the show, and she is not to blame. All the audience and the audience in front of the TV looked at her hand nervously. The audience leaned forward.

The camera pulled towards Dong Xin's hand, and gave a big close-up. (To be continued..)