After talking about the advertisement with Mr. Chen, the backstage began to become lively again. Literature Bar: The song and dance at the front-end party had already come to an end. At this time, the third program had begun to be broadcast, and Chen Chufan's program was arranged in the middle of the party, after a language sketch program.

Of course, after the sketch is finished, the host will also announce the most popular language program on the Spring Festival Gala of the Central TV station as usual. After that, it will be Chen Chufan's turn to play, so in fact, there is almost half an hour before Chen Chufan will appear. However, the staff of the backstage party have already begun to come and urge Chen Chufan to prepare in time.

In fact, for Chen Chufan, he really wasn't ready. Although he had never had any experience showing his face on the central TV station, Chen Chufan had already experienced the live party that was obviously more demanding than recording the program. However, Chen Chufan couldn't resist the serious eyes of the staff, so he began to pretend to move his fingers. After all, in addition to singing on stage, he also had to play the Guzheng, and moving his fingers was also a preparation activity.

There was once a joke that described the speed of time like this. A asked B, how long is a minute? B's answer was that it depends on whether you were standing outside the toilet or squatting in the middle of the pit when you wanted to defecate and were impatient. However, if you asked Chen Chufan this question, there would naturally be different answers, that is, it depends on whether he was standing on the stage to perform or waiting in the background.

Just like at this time, Chen Chufan even felt like he was as fast as a year. He only felt that his fingers were moving almost numb, so he waited for the news that he was about to appear. The host of the current station's central TV station finally talked about his name. When he began to introduce him, Chen Chufan could even feel a sense of happiness that made him dizzy.

If there were no staff members urging him, Chen Chufan would have been dizzy happily. Although Chen Chufan was extremely disappointed after learning that the party was not live broadcast, he had thought that he was even too lazy to show up at the party again, but then he was denied by himself after thinking thoroughly.

After a day of rehearsal and a day of contact with many big names, he felt that even if it was a recorded program, it was actually quite worth it to be able to be on the central TV station, at least to let his parents see him on TV. He believed that on the night of the Lantern Festival, his parents would definitely stay by the TV to watch the party.

He could even imagine how excited and excited his parents would be when his figure appeared at the party. Chen Chufan has always been a very filial son, even just to make the two old men in the family proud. It was enough to make him feel happy at this moment, and more importantly, of course, it was to do his best.

Qiuqiu was kept in the backstage as usual, but even in the backstage, the spiritual power of Qiuqiu in the mature stage could still help his master. However, Chen Chufan had already seriously asked Qiuqiu to be honest and not tampered with the performance during the day. There was no other reason. The central TV station was too serious, and he didn't want Qiuqiu to be unable to control any of Qiuqiu and cause any trouble. It would be difficult to end the show. More importantly, Chen Chufan now has enough confidence in his abilities.

Just like during rehearsal, I sat in front of the guzheng in the center of the stage. At this time, the host in front of the curtain had already introduced the program. The lights had not turned on, but the curtain had slowly opened. The polite applause of the audience below the audience had not stopped completely, and Chen Chufan's hands were already whispering on the strings of the guzheng. The gurgling sound of the guzheng slid into the ears of the audience below the audience like a clear stream.

Although it was only recorded and the party would not be broadcast live the next night, Chen Chufan seemed to have an illusion that his parents, relatives, his lovers, and his friends were watching him perform in front of the TV. This was the first time he had such an illusion before the performance. After all, whether in M ​​or Hong Kong, they were too far away from the inland, but this time it was different. He sat in the studio of the central TV station, facing the inland audience, and the group of people closest to him in life.

So Chen Chufan played very seriously, and without the help of the ball, he instantly got into the state and was completely devoted to the musical feelings. It can even be said that although this time it was not a live broadcast, it was Chen Chufan's most attentive interpretation.

When the soft flute sound was inserted into the guzheng sound, the prelude had been played, and Chen Chufan finally began to show his heavenly voice on the stage of the central TV station for the first time.

"The wind curtain moves, the rain is lingering, who can understand the sorrow. Spring passes, the red face grows older, how much white hair is added..."

The headlights were not on at this time. Under the director's arrangement, only a hazy blue light shot out from the top of the stage enveloped Chen Chufan, wearing a blue shirt sitting in the center of the stage. His rebirth of the ancient outfit, accompanied by the ancient melody and lyrics, and the faint blue smoke gradually rising in front of the stage, made the entire scene look peaceful.

"Levels of layers, the steps to the mountain are deep. I heard that you are always alone. The rain is annoying. How much is it to wake up in a night of dreams..." Finally, we arrived at the chorus of the song, but the lights were still not lit up, but a few more hazy beams were added to show the figures of the accompaniment behind Chen Chufan. However, the overall artistic conception still seemed hazy and mysterious.

At this time, the audience who were moved by the songs in the audience also reached a peak of their curiosity about the musicians on the stage. Director Wang and Director Jin analyzed that at this time, no audience was paying attention to whether the style of the song was contrary to the style of today's lively and celebrating evening party, but were immersed in the audio-visual enjoyment brought by the music and the live performance of the program.

Finally, when the first half of the whole song was finished, the hazy light gradually faded away while the stage headlights began to light up gradually, and Chen Chufan's figure finally appeared in front of the audience. However, at this time, most of the audience was completely immersed in the touch brought to them by Chen Chufan's music itself. Many even closed their eyes unconsciously when the lights were getting brighter, just to continue to enjoy the heavenly sounds coming from the hazy beauty.

"The Buddha once said that the love in the past lives is deep, so I need to wait for it. But I can wait for a thousand years only for the truth of the next life, just as you wish, and wait for the door of the next life, and wait for the dream to grow warm and wait for me to play a guzheng..."
Chapter completed!