Chapter 460
On the morning of December 15th, the crew cleaned up the venue and moved the work space back to the company's post-production base.
7pm.
Chen Xiao sat at the dining table and took two pieces of meat between Chen Pi and Xiao Jiu, who were squatting on the ground and looking at him eagerly.
Dad took a bite of food and said, "Go ahead. Life is all about experience. We haven't celebrated the New Year in the studio yet."
"It's okay to go, but..." Mom looked at him, "Can you tell the program team to try not to photograph me?"
She still remembers that when her husband first exposed Chen Xiao's father's identity at school, he was blocked in the building by students from the film school and visited like a giant panda.
That night, he felt like vomiting when he heard his son's name.
She still wants to live a normal life of teaching and scientific research, so let her go.
Chen Xiao turned back to the dining table and said, "It should be okay, let me ask."
Dad shrugged and looked at mom, "Can't you just change your look and wear a mask?"
"That's right. Then you don't have to ask."
Chen Xiao nodded, "It's settled then, let's go, right?"
His mother looked at him and said, "Son, do you want to go?"
"I don't care, I really haven't experienced it."
Dad smiled and said: "Then go! Go and experience it."
"Okay." Chen Xiao continued to eat.
After eating, I took out my laptop and responded to emails from the Spring Festival Gala program team.
After a night's rest at home, the next day, the morning of the 16th.
Driving the most low-key sports car in the garage, Sound of the Night, to the company's post-production base.
at the same time.
In another community in the capital, a man in his forties was sitting in a car, frowning slightly as he watched the fault message flashing on the display screen.
He opened the door without hesitation, stepped out of the car, closed the door, and looked at his watch.
It's eight o'clock now.
As the general director of the Spring Festival Gala, he has to hold a meeting with the creative team at nine o'clock, and at the latest at 8:45, he has the Wukesong Film and Television House, which is the preparation base for the Spring Festival Gala, providing accommodation, catering, centralized rehearsal, and A place for communication.
At this time, you have to queue for at least 20 minutes to take a taxi, and there will be traffic jams on the road, so it will definitely be too late.
Take the subway.
Song Yue put on a mask, pulled the hood of his down jacket over his head, and quickly walked towards the subway entrance.
He swiped his card and walked into the subway station, only to find that it was not as crowded as he had imagined.
There weren't many people queuing up at the platform door, and there were even empty seats when you got on the train.
Well, what's going on?
Although this line is not as crowded as Line 4, it still carries a large number of office workers. Why are there so few people?
He sat for a moment and suddenly realized that today is Saturday.
As the Spring Festival approaches, the program team works intensively and often works overtime. However, many companies have a holiday today, so the subway is a lot more relaxing.
Song Yue sighed softly and pinched the bridge of the mask's nose.
I've been under a lot of pressure from above recently, and I've been so busy that I even forgot that today is Saturday.
He sat on the seat next to the door and closed his eyes gently.
Sitting on the next seat were two boys dressed as students.
Suddenly, the boy in black next to him covered his mouth and laughed, and said to his companion: "This Spring Festival Gala prediction is so funny, hahaha. I'll give it to you."
When Song Yue heard the word "Spring Festival Gala", his brain couldn't help but shift some of his attention to the conversation between the two people around him.
Next to him, the boy in gray said quickly: "Come on, come on!"
"Sent it."
""Urgent Marriage" Oh my God, I trembled when I saw this title."
"Hurry up and read it, the content is even more interesting."
Song Yue glanced and saw the two of them looking at their phones.
Ten seconds later.
The boy who was further away from him shivered, "It's terrible - it's this smell, like a lump in your throat, like a ray of light on your back, making you restless and frightened!"
"You only watched it for 10 seconds."
"I can't stand it anymore. The actor speaks in a slow, stage-like manner, speaks by shouting, and has rich expressions. He really captures the essence of the Spring Festival Gala! If you don't explain it to me, I'm afraid I will ascend to heaven on the spot after watching it."
The boy next to him cleared his throat and whispered:
"Dad said: oi, kid, I don't have much time."
"My daughter said: I have mentally retired, please let me go."
"My son said: Sister, you are mentally retired when you are only 28. My little brother worships you."
The gray cotton jacket boy immediately raised his hand, "Stop and stop, so that I have goosebumps! No, no, other bloggers' questions, I can still watch the mentality of joy, but I can't hold this. It’s really overwhelming. How did you finish reading it?”
"I haven't finished reading it yet. I looked in the comments section for keywords."
"I'm really convinced. Before the millennium, the Spring Festival Gala would still create memes, but now it's really... all jokes."
"It's just a joke, I'm afraid of a scary sermon."
The boy in gray clothes took a breath, "I remember! This year my grandma took me to watch the Spring Festival Gala. I haven't seen her in two years, so I thought about watching it with her. It almost scared me to death. What the hell is that show? ? He actually said, "Single is a dog." If it's not good to get married, how can we get married five times?"
"And what my father said to his son - don't waste your child's growth. I went against the will and gave your father a BBQ." The boy in black shuddered after saying this.
"Yes, yes! Oh my God."
Next to him, Song Yue was a little restless listening to the conversation between the two.
After thinking for a moment, he tentatively said, "Classmate, I'm sorry to bother you."
The boy in black was stunned and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I disturbed your sleep, right?"
Song Yue smiled and shook his head, "No, no, I heard you talking about the Spring Festival Gala, and I was a little curious. Is it possible that the program team wanted to be down-to-earth and close to the public, so they used so many Internet terms?"
The boy in black breathed a sigh of relief and snorted, "Brother, you haven't watched the Spring Festival Gala, right? How can you be down-to-earth like this?"
The boy in gray poked his head in and interrupted, "Oh, those people have never experienced down-to-earth life, how can they write down-to-earth scripts? Drones deliver roast chicken, and people who take out 600,000 yuan to give their children to start a business, just say a few buzzwords and call it starting a business?"
The boy in gray crossed his legs and sneered, "Suffering does not fall equally on everyone. But if you are lucky enough to avoid suffering, and then deny its existence, that is arrogance. "
The boy in black smiled at Song Yue, "He is more literary and his words are more distinctive, don't mind it, brother."
Song Yue smiled, "No, no, just tell me what you think."
The boy in black crossed his arms, "If I meet the director of the Spring Festival Gala, I really want to get close to my face and open it up!"
Song Yue: "..."
The boy in gray hurriedly said: "No, no, no."
The boy in black sneered: "Heh, the audience is not allowed to express their opinions?"
"No, I'm afraid he will add the term 'get close to my face and open it up' to this year's Spring Festival Gala."
The passenger on the other side laughed.
Song Yue also smiled awkwardly.
The boy in black looked at him, "Brother, if you haven't seen it, don't watch it. Why don't you play poker with your family?"
Song Yue nodded slightly, "Well, but maybe they can change it this year?"
The boy in black snorted and laughed, "Tsk, even pigs can climb trees."
Song Yue smiled awkwardly, without saying much, but there were some subtle changes in his heart.
Usually, when looking at big data statistics, I don't feel much when looking at numbers.
But the feeling brought by a member of the big data "close to the face and open the big", is a little stronger than the feeling brought by the numbers.
Probably because big data conceals people's characteristics and vitality, leaving only a string of cold numbers. But people are alive.
In his thoughts, the subway passed one station after another, and the two boys next to him also got off the train.
At 8:40, he also stood up and stepped out of the subway and walked towards the Film and Television House.