Rebirth: I Want to Surf

Chapter 702: One Battle Determines the Victory 2

"Oh oh oh!"

"Huh, huh, huh!"

The audience in the south may not like it, but the north really likes it. As soon as it appeared, there was no need to say anything. There was a tsunami of applause and applause, and there was no need for the on-site assistant director to direct it.

"Wow, boom!"

Yao Yuan was also clapping. As an ordinary audience, he still liked Uncle Ben Shan very much. But with his current status, he can't go to the backstage to meet him, it's too sensitive.

Not only was he gone, but he would step on a few feet tonight.

"You at the same table" is very old-fashioned. Wang Xiaoli, who plays Liu Neng, brought his son Xiaoshenyang to visit a female tablemate from that year, and wrote a letter.

I wanted to let the other party read the letter after I left, but the husband of the female classmate came back, that is, Uncle Benshan.

So read the letter on the spot.

The beginning and turning point of the whole work is driven by such a letter, and the script is fundamentally weak.

Wang Xiaoli and Xiaoshenyang forcibly lowered their intelligence, originally to thank their old classmates for their kindness in the past, but they couldn't speak well, and the letters they wrote were inexplicable, so they had to rely on three ways.

"I have been looking for you for so many years, and I have always wanted to say something to you. Three words are omitted here."

"Once we were on our way to school, we passed a small forest, 27 characters are omitted here..."

"Hahaha!"

The audience applauded.

Yao Yuan wasn't pretending, he really thought the skit was bad, so he got another close-up of his expressionless face.

Although personal aesthetics are different, the audience groups can be distinguished here. The elders are happy, and the young people on the Internet are all kinds of embarrassing.

"I don't sell abductees in this mountain, I'm studying instead, why don't you study "Abandoned Capital" here?"

"It's so embarrassing, it's even worse than last year's!"

"Laughing is like someone is forcibly scratching your itch, it's too thin!"

"Commander Yao is the only real audience, and his personal preferences are clearly displayed on his face."

At the end of the skit, the misunderstanding was resolved and dumplings began to be made.

Xiaoshenyang sang "You at the Same Table".

"well!"

Amid the applause at the scene, several people walked off the stage. Hurriedly returning to the lounge, Uncle Benshan cried first: "It's too strenuous! I'm too tired, and my book is too weak!"

After crying, I continued to inhale oxygen, tossing for a while.

There is a saying in the film and television industry: the people protect the drama, or the drama protects the people.

The same is true for sketches, the same work, performed by different people will have different effects. A script like "You at the Same Table" would have been scrapped by someone else.

He took oxygen and sat there to recover, and his disciples took care of him.

Xiaoshenyang took out his mobile phone, casually swiped Weibo, and his complexion suddenly turned bad.

"What's wrong?"

"fine!"

"What are you looking at?"

"They said that firecrackers will be set off at 12 o'clock later, but there are places where they are not allowed to set off firecrackers, and they are called on the Internet."

Xiaoshenyang found an excuse casually, looked at Master again, and put the phone back in his pocket. The zero o'clock ceremony has already been held outside, and all the hosts are on stage, speaking impassioned words to the people of the whole country.

The apprentices knelt on the ground, bang bang bang kowtow to the master for New Year greetings.

Reporters were still blocked outside, wanting to come in for interviews, but the backstage corridors were chaotic, making their final contribution to the end of the Spring Festival Gala.

Yu Jiajia personally drove the car to send the Happy Twist trio home, and Yinyin was also paying New Year's greetings to her parents and presenting Spring Festival gifts. Yao Yuan continued to stand firm in the studio to welcome the arrival of the Year of the Rabbit...

This situation is lively and lonely, noisy and deserted.

On the Internet, there has been a lot of noise.

"The whole thing is a nasty joke, Baogudi, grove, hotel 302, open room... The so-called brightest joke "the word xx is omitted here" is left over from Jia Pingwa's play 20 years ago."

"It's also grassroots, but Xuri's masculine performance is even more touching. Uncle Benshan and his disciples are really vulgar."

"Hahaha, who told you that Lao Zhao is a grassroots? He is just a businessman who pretends to be a farmer. In recent years, he has put his mind on business. He regards the Spring Festival Gala as a tool for cultivating disciples. The quality of the sketches is not high. normal."

"Uncle is getting old, it's time to retire, don't occupy 20 minutes with those ordinary content, leave a little chance for others."

"Uncle's sketches in the past were very exciting, but this time they were a mess. The content was poor and the performance was blunt. It seems that it is really over. When a person becomes famous, he is farther and farther away from the life of ordinary people, and the source of creation is gradually exhausted. It’s not necessarily a wise move.”

Maiwo Weibo quickly launched a poll, and tens of thousands of people participated in a short period of time.

"Very satisfied, Uncle Ben Shan never disappoints", accounting for 15%.

"So-so, not as exciting as before", accounting for 10%.

"Dissatisfied, few laughs, a little nonsense", accounting for 30%.

"Very dissatisfied, extremely disappointed", accounting for 45%.

Many people are clamoring that it's time for Lao Zhao to retire. It's good to have a happy twist, and give newcomers more opportunities. It's not all Yao Yuan's navy, and many viewers feel the same way.

The old and the new alternate, the atmosphere of witnessing history is being vividly displayed on Weibo.

Uncle Benshan is indeed going to retire, but they think this is the beginning of a new era? Do you think there will be new forces to take over the stage of the Spring Festival Gala? That's so naive!

This is not the beginning, but the end.

From next year, sketches will officially enter the era of stereotyped essays of "creating misunderstandings, embarrassing laughter, resolving misunderstandings, forced sensationalism, sublimating themes, and making dumplings".

It is also mixed with elements that young people like to hear and see, such as urging marriage and giving birth.

…………

There are still some programs after zero o'clock, and the attention is very poor.

In the early hours of the morning, the north wind was the strongest, and the CCTV building was still brightly lit. Yao Yuan came out yawning. Xiao Mo hurried to meet him and put on a coat.

A car drove away from the compound one after another, throwing out a series of red taillights.

Xiao Mo had already turned on the air conditioner, and the car was very warm. He asked, "Boss, how do you feel at the scene?"

"That's it, it's just a special New Year's Eve."

"Let's go to Yinyin's house."

The car started, and left the compound, walking through the cold and desolate streets of the capital, which were decorated with lights, the sky was starless and moonless, like a large piece of ink.

Got to the place quickly.

Yao Yuan went upstairs, this is the house Yinyin bought for his parents, he didn't have a key, so he had to stand at the door and make a phone call, and he was connected in a blink of an eye.

"Hello? Who are you?"

"Open the door for me!"

"Who are you, I'll open the door for you? You didn't even give me New Year's greetings."

"..."

Yao Yuan stood outside the door, facing the phone solemnly: "Honey, happy Chinese New Year!"

"whee!"

The door opened with a creak, and the little girl from 182 threw herself into his arms: "Happy Chinese New Year!"

…………

A few hours later, it was the morning of the first day of the new year.

The topic of the Spring Festival Gala is still going on. Last night, I complained about each program, and now I complain about it as a whole, and focus on a certain key point to output desperately.

#2011 CCTV Spring Festival Gala#

Jay Chou's articulation - clear;

Lin Chiling's chest - flat;

Rising Sun’s masculine singing voice—was official;

Uncle Ben Shan's sketches - omitted here...

This Spring Festival Gala, beating is fooling us!

And the Weibo editors and sailors who stayed up all night, with their red eyes and confused heads, can finally announce the good news of victory:

"As the Year of the Rabbit approaches, Maiwo Weibo has become the most important platform for netizens to send blessings and discuss the Spring Festival Gala.

During the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala, about 8 million users participated in the interaction, and the number of mentions about the Spring Festival Gala reached as high as 25.41 million within more than 4 hours! And in the first minute of the Chinese New Year in the Year of the Rabbit, Maiwo Weibo broke the peak record again, with a total of 163,408 Weibo posts! "

...

"No need to fight!"

Seeing this set of data, the operation of Tencent Weibo took the initiative to admit defeat.

"No need to fight!"

Yao Yuan also smiled, and said: "Tencent doesn't do a public relationship chain, and it will never be able to catch us. Even if they do, the topic resources are in our hands. If we keep it like this, we will be the final winners."

(no more...

Chapter 697 entered the small black room, the chapter of unifying thoughts. )