"..."

Finally, Xu Ju's ears stopped.

…

The flowers have not yet bloomed in the warm spring, and the grass has grown and the orioles have not come.

It’s the time of year to settle accounts again.

Pujiang Airport, with the ups and downs of flights.

Familiar figures are walking out of the terminal hall one by one.

Liao Mingzu, general manager of Pacific Audio and Video, in a neat suit, and Yu Sigui, wearing sunglasses and a woolen shawl.

Pujiang Railway Station,

Director Zhou Yeming and director Wang Fulin from Yanjing TV Station.

Huang Yongyu, wearing a painter's hat, and four friends.

The Oriental Metropolis Daily reporter and singer Kerim who just completed the condolence work on the front line...

In the guest house of Pujiang TV Station, all the cast and crew are making final preparations for costume fitting.

Located in the Ten Thousand Sports Center in Xuhui,

Several groups of performance teams are rehearsing their last moves one after another.

Jiang Shan, who was standing in the audience, had to raise his voice even with a big speaker:

"Pay attention to the white spots under your feet."

"Everything is aligned..."

"Okay, let's run like this when the time comes."

Huang Yongyu and his party, who were sitting next to him, watched silently without saying a word.

"How about it, Uncle Yongyu," Jiang Shan smiled proudly: "You've never seen such a big battle, have you?"

"What are you doing now?" Huang Yongyu has never seen anything before: "Compared with the scene of the parade when I was there, you can't even mention it."

"Just wait and see," Jiang Shan didn't believe it: "I guarantee it will be better than your parade."

Huang Yongyu smiled with his pipe in his mouth. How could he not believe in Jiang Shan: "Let's not talk about anything else. Today, you are helping my friends to find a place to live. I really have nothing to say."

When he thought of this, Huang Yongyu felt doubly proud.

At the same time, Wang Shixiang, Xu Bangda, Zhu Jiajin, and Qi Gong beside them also smiled and nodded.

Although Jiang Shan and I have never met before, this young man can do a few things, which is really beautiful!

Especially when he led me into the Peace Hotel today, the long-lost respect and attention seemed to come back all at once.

"You are my uncle, and all your friends are also my uncle," Jiang Shan began to seek relatives: "When my uncle comes, he must follow the rules for receiving Prince Sihanouk."

Huang Yongyu said nothing, only smiled while puffing on his pipe.

Laughing with him, there were four other scholars sitting in a row.

…

March 1, 1980, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

With the continuous influx of people, the newly decorated Wan Ti Pavilion finally ushered in its first music festival.

From the steps of the venue to the gate of the venue, there are lights and colorful lanterns everywhere.

The lantern avenue, which is only a few tens of meters long, makes the people entering the venue clearly feel the joy of the Lantern Festival.

Under the guidance of the red vests present, the smiling people took their seats according to their tickets.

The guest seating area is also growing.

The Jiang family's family arrived at the best viewing area early.

As the opening time approaches, more and more old acquaintances speed up their entry.

"You are Jiangshan's father, right?"

Hu Xiao stretched out a ceremonial hand to Father Jiang across a row of seats: "I am Hu Xiao from Translation Studio."

"I know, you are Factory Director Hu, right?" Dad Jiang quickly stood up and stretched out his hand: "We met at the second son's wedding."

"Yes, yes," Hu Xiao nodded: "I have been to your house, but it's a pity that you were not at home at that time."

Then, Gu Zhengzheng also shook hands with Jiang Xiangnan: "Comrade Lao Jiang, Comrade Xiao Jiang has worked hard during this time."

"So you are Jiang Shan's father," Zhou Yeming looked back and said, "Hello, I am Zhou Yeming from CCTV."

Gu Zhengzheng: "Vice Director Zhou."

Zhou Yeming pointed with his backhand: "Deputy Director Gu."

Yan Dingxian, the deputy director of Meiying Studio, and his lover Lin Wenxiao, when passing by Jiang's house, they walked over and touched the children's little heads.

Director Zhang of the Propaganda Department: "Comrade Lao Jiang, your sons have performed very well!"

Xu Muchun from the Light Industry Bureau was the last to enter: "You are Jiangshan's father. Thank you for cultivating a good young man for the organization!"

"..."

Looking at the leading cadres passing by like a stream of water in front of them, Father Jiang and Mother Jiang were suddenly in a trance.

"This third child... usually stays with them?"

"I've told you before," Jiang Ma's face seemed to have been highlighted: "The third child is full of sperm."

Li Huaiying raised his eyebrows: "That's right!"

Li Ruocheng smiled: "The bastard finally became famous."

At this moment, the flowing background music in the venue suddenly stopped.

The audience full of people gradually became quiet.

As the lights in the auditorium dimmed, the stage in the center of the venue lit up and immediately became the center of attention.

Immediately afterwards, without any announcement.

The Pujiang Symphony Orchestra started playing live, and with the sound of loudspeakers, professional accompaniment sounded in all the audience seats.

Then, a string of cheerful and melodious songs sounded.

A row of famous people wearing white suits and sky blue dresses, their smiles are sweeter than honey.

Liu Xiaoqing: "Young friends, come and meet us today."

Ding Jianhua: "Swing the boat, the warm wind blows gently."

Qiao Zhen: "The flowers smell fragrant,"

Qiu Yuefeng: "Birds are singing,"

Chen Peisi: "The spring scenery is intoxicating."

Pan Hong: "Songs and laughter are flying around the colorful clouds."

All of them said: "Ah, friends of youth,

To whom does the wonderful spring belong?

Belong to me, belong to you,

Belonging to our new generation in the 1980s..."

When the song ends, the lingering sound is still lingering.

The audience, who was full of the audience, had not yet woken up from the climax of the chorus at the beginning.

Two or three seconds later, thunderous applause resounded throughout the venue.

Finally hearing the complete song, the audience couldn't help but be happy.

Before, the beautiful melody that only flashed through the TV highlights, I finally heard it all today.

"do it again."

"Sing one more."

In this era, there is no shortage of applause, and actors have long been accustomed to encores.

But today, everything seems to be different.

As other singers left the stage one after another, Tong Zirong and Liu Xiaoqing, who were the announcers at the concert, stayed on the stage with smiling eyes.

Liu Xiaoqing: "Dear audience friends, the "Rising Star Concert" jointly organized by Oriental Metropolis Daily and Pujiang TV Station has officially begun."

Tong Zirong: "Today, we have invited a group of outstanding domestic singers and dancers, as well as two professional performance teams. In the coming days, they will spend a pleasant night with everyone."

Liu Xiaoqing: "Please enjoy the song "Velvet Flower" brought to you by the famous soprano Li Guyi."

Li Guyi, wearing a purple satin dress, walked onto the stage and performed a song affectionately.
To be continued...