As the New Year's Eve party officially began, Xu Qinghuan, the flower of our steel plant, walked out from the backstage and stood in front of the stage. Her beautiful appearance and temperament brought a wave of excitement to the audience.
"You're so pretty!"
"Of course not. Hitting someone really hurts!"
"No way! No way!"
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Song Jiayu, who was sitting on the edge of the audience, leaned against Jiang Baizhou and said with a smile, "Does this Lao Xu know what people think of her outside?"
Jiang Baizhou nodded: "I think he should know, or maybe Comrade Xu did it on purpose."
Song Jiayu felt that it was very likely. She and Jiang Baizhou's show was the sixteenth one, which was the second half, and they needed to wait for someone to notify them before going backstage to wait.
With Xu Qinghuan's clear and melodious opening remarks, the name of the first program was announced. It was a choir composed of the few female employees from the steel plant. The song they sang was called "I Love the Blue Sky of My Motherland".
Simple and old playback equipment, rough music sounded, and the female employees standing in three rows on the stage were wearing colorful jackets and had the same pigtails. They all had red faces, but stood straight with the spirit unique to this era.
A chubby-faced woman took the lead and sang "I love——" first, then when she saw that no one else was singing, she immediately shut up.
The audience sitting on their own benches smiled kindly.
Someone even shouted, "Don't be anxious."
Soon, the choir conductor, who was hiding in the dark, stretched out his hand. Everyone saw it, silently counted "one, two, three" in their hearts, and sang loudly in unison: "I love the blue sky of my motherland, the clear sky and the bright sunshine..."
A group of female comrades who did not have great singing skills sang this song purely with emotion and gratitude to the motherland, which moved people the most.
Song Jiayu looked deeply at the stage. They were singing loudly with natural smiles on their faces. Everyone was like a cedar tree that stood firm despite being beaten by wind, frost and snow. Such a scene would probably be unforgettable for a lifetime. It was so touching.
The second program was a poetry recitation performed by a college student who joined the steel plant in September. He was wearing the most orthodox Zhongshan suit and holding a piece of paper in his hand, but he never looked at it from beginning to end. Even at the climax of the recitation, his emotions were surging and his voice was passionate, which was also a very distinctive feature of this era.
The third program...
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By the middle of the ninth program, the audience began to feel tired. The children who could not sit still began to play and the gossiping women began to chat.
Under such circumstances, Xu Qinghuan presented her own program "Let's Row the Boat Together".
"You all listen carefully, or I'm going to hit you with my fists!"
The latter sentence was said by Xu Qinghuan after reporting the program.
It immediately perked up the audience.
Are you kidding? This is the straight woman in the factory. She can even send the deputy director's son to the hospital.
Only Cheng Wenyan, who was guarding the path leading to the stage from backstage, had a dark face.
Song Jiayu, who was about to go backstage to prepare, leaned over to Jiang Baizhou and whispered, "How do you think Section Chief Cheng is feeling right now?"
Jiang Baizhou's gaze fell on the backstage, as if he had already seen Section Chief Cheng's hapless face, and he replied in a low voice: "I guess he thinks God is going to kill him!"
Song Jiayu grinned, "Hehehe, next year we'll have to find another pillar who can be the host. Brother Baizhou, you have to be careful, I'm afraid Chief Cheng will come to you again in the end."
Jiang Baizhou shook his head: "We have had this one experience, and that's enough. Not everyone can stand Chief Cheng's nitpicking."
After the two entered the backstage, Xu Qinghuan's singing began to sound in the front.
As I heard many mornings.
As clear and melodious as an oriole.
Gives people a wonderful auditory enjoyment.
There were a lot fewer people backstage, only six performers at most. They all looked nervous, some kept walking around, some kept going to the bathroom, and some checked the performance items and then checked them again, like a programmed robot.
Maybe Section Chief Cheng's nitpicking these days has been effective. When I walked forward in a superficial manner, and saw Section Chief Cheng, I remembered the words "Wrong, wrong, do it again", and I calmed down.
At least Song Jiayu saw that at the last second before someone opened the curtain and walked onto the stage, they would turn their heads to look at Section Chief Cheng, and a look of relief would subconsciously appear on their faces.
Song Jiayu: Is Section Chief Cheng so useful?
A program lasts no more than five minutes, and the shortest is two minutes. Now it is the eleventh program, and Song Jiayu and the others are not far away.
"Let's practice again!" Song Jiayu took out the manuscript paper and didn't want to make any mistakes on the stage. A piece of white paper had many creases due to frequent use.
"Okay, let me start with my opening." Jiang Baizhou has an excellent memory, and remembering everything he sees is instinctive. However, crosstalk requires the use of emotions, and some lines also require expressions. Compared to him, his wife is more suitable.
He silently rehearsed his lines several times in a corner. When he was almost done, the two of them waited on the side.
"Are Comrades Song Jiayu and Jiang Baizhou here for the sixteenth crosstalk show? Please come over here and wait for your turn!"
"Yes, I'm coming."
The two of them responded and walked over. The fifteenth show had just begun.
They adjusted their clothes, adjusted their spirits, and relaxed themselves, thinking about how they should appear when they appeared on stage next time.
As the fifteenth program ended, the performers left the stage from the other side, and Xu Qinghuan stepped forward again to announce the name of the program.
It was Song Jiayu and Jiang Baizhou's turn to go out.
Song Jiayu, who was not afraid of giving a report in front of the company's big boss, at this moment, when she looked up and faced the thousands of audiences upstairs and downstairs, she actually felt a little weak in the knees?
"Help me down." She whispered for help.
"Don't be nervous, lean on me." Jiang Baizhou supported her.
When their bodies touched, Jiang Baizhou felt cold compared to Song Jiayu's warmth.
Song Jiayu was still thinking that this person was backstage just now, and his hands weren't that cold?
Is it possible that the more nervous you are, the lower your body temperature will be?
Brother Bai Zhou, if this happened in modern times, you would have to be dragged in to study it.
Thinking about this and that, her nervousness disappeared. Standing in front of the microphone, facing the huge crowd, she was able to show a generous and hearty smile and introduce herself: "Hello everyone, my name is Song Jiayu, and I am a chef at a state-owned restaurant."
After she finished speaking, she found that Jiang Baizhou was still holding her. She pulled at him but failed to pull his hand away. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and saw that Jiang Baizhou's face, which usually did not show many expressions, was stiffer than usual.
It's so funny, can they really be called a couple?
Nervous on your heels?
Song Jiayu tugged again gently, but it didn't open. She didn't need to, and in a coquettish tone, she introduced her husband to the audience below: "Excuse me, my husband is quite clingy. Let me introduce him. He is extremely handsome and charming. He is Jiang Baizhou, a second-level electrician at our steel plant."
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