Chapter 62 The New Year's Eve

Apart from the Spring Festival Gala, Beijing's New Year's Eve is actually not very lively.

There was something wrong with the heating, and the temperature in the room was low. Bai Yanwo watched a movie on the bed for a long time until Asi came in with a spatula to chase people away.

"Get up quickly! Get up quickly! New Year's Eve, mold grows on the bed?" Asi hated that iron was not steel, and threw a new down jacket onto the white banquet bed.

Bai Yan slowly got up from the quilt, looked at the down jacket on the bed strangely, and cast a suspicious look at him.

"New clothes for you during the new year." Asi finished speaking, raised the spatula like a flag of an uprising, and went to Yuan Yuan's room aggressively.

Bai Yan was moved by the New Year's clothes for a few seconds, until he lifted the front of the down jacket, and a few very clear small characters were embroidered on the long black down jacket, "Northern Film Academy."

Probably when the alma mater wholesale production, Asi did not know where to get it.

Yuan Yuan screamed and was kicked out of the room by Asi. Holding the remote controls for several rooms in her hand, she turned on the TV in the living room where only three people could sit down. The screen with poor pixels was broadcasting live. Backstage of the Spring Festival Gala.

The dancers with their faces painted in different colors crowded together and greeted the camera. The host at the scene spoke standard Mandarin and said New Year's greetings in a straight-forward manner.

Bai Yan put on a sweater and walked out with a lazy expression on his face. He found a bench and sat in a daze in front of the TV.

The clock on the wall crossed 6:30, and the live broadcast moved from the lounge of the group dance to the waiting area for the language performance. Several cross talk actors and cameramen had an extremely old-fashioned interaction.

He waited for a while, but he didn't see the host's intention to switch the show, so he stood up slowly, and went from the living room to the kitchen to help Asi.

Axi's cooking style combines the styles of Northeast China and Sichuan and Chongqing. It is salty and spicy. Bai Yan will be full after a few bites, and sit on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Yuan Yuan sat next to him with a bowl of rice in his arms, raised his hand and turned his voice to the loudest. Just after the opening announcement, several older singers brought a few young singers to the stage and sang the opening lively. dance.

The picture is cut into a distant view. On the far right side of the stage is a tall boy, wearing a regular white suit with straight legs.

Bai Yan's face was expressionless, staring at the picture for a long time, a little lost.

While he was in a daze, Asi threw a large piece of braised pig's trotter into his bowl, waiting for him to go wild.

The camera cuts through the body of each performer, and finally stops on the body of the white suit, next to which a pattern is drawn with a red Chinese knot. Below are two calligraphy fonts: Suiyi.

Bai Yan glanced at the pig's trotter in the bowl, and said nothing for the first time, turned his back to the TV and started nibbling on the pig's trotter.

"Why, the Spring Festival Gala is still appetizing?" Asi looked at him with a bit of surprise: "Are you full?"

"Are you full?" This is the first time Sui Yi has spoken to Xiao Chen.

The backstage of the Spring Festival Gala was as chaotic as the Beijing West Railway Station during the Spring Festival. Nanzhu Entertainment sent five artists to the stage this year. Ji Zhen was so busy that she sent an intern to follow the most reliable Sui Yi.

Sui Yi's hairstyle was half done, and beside him was a stylist who was a head shorter than him, and was making up for him with a serious expression.

Xiao Chen held a boxed lunch that was distributed uniformly by the TV station. She ate most of the vegetables, meat and rice. She squatted on the ground and reacted for a few seconds, unable to tell whether Sui Yi was cursing.

After all, Sui Yi's expression was very light, she didn't seem to have any emotions, she was just asking questions objectively.

"I'm full!" Xiao Chen bounced off the ground and looked at him nervously: "What's the matter, Mr. Suiyi?"

Sui Yi looked at the lunch box in her hand: "Sister Zhen came to you just now, I saw that you were eating, and wanted to say that you went to her after eating..."

Before he could finish his words, Ji Zhen had already stormed in, stepping on high heels higher than the actress, and quickly found Xiao Chen's position: "Why are you still here? I'll send you a message. Didn't you see it? Where's the phone?"

Xiao Chen threw the lunch box aside and picked up the mobile phone connected to the power bank.

"No signal, I'm sorry, Sister Zhen!" Xiao Chen's expression collapsed a little, and he lowered his head and waited to be scolded.

Ji Zhen had a big head and said, "Quickly go to the media room! You can only let them send it after you have confirmed everything from Teacher Suiyi, do you hear? Also! Connect my mobile phone to the Internet!"

Xiao Chen picked up his backpack and ran out, but after two minutes, he ran back and handed Suiyi's phone back to him.

After Sui Yi finished modeling, she sat bored on the sofa and waited for the opening, and subconsciously opened the search box on the web page, and the historical records jumped out quickly, like a very energetic child.

"Bai Yan", "Bai Yan Untitled", and "Bai Yan North Film Academy" were arranged in the search box in unity. Sui Yi blankly selected an item of content and clicked on it, and skillfully selected the latest news.

The release time of the latest news did not unexpectedly stop at six years ago. Bai Yan was carrying the bag he had in college, and looked at the person who captured him with a blank expression. The articles were all talking about Youcheng, and he marked him. The label "You Cheng Classmates" has been added.

Except for news, most of the updated things are some information sheets of the crew, showing that the actor of a certain role is called Bai Yan, but there is not a single poster.

Sui Yi frowned invisibly, and let out a cold snort in disgust, thinking that these reporters probably didn't know how to catch hot spots, why didn't they change the label of Bai Yan to Sui Yi's classmates.

"Suiyi." Ji Zhen recovered from the extreme excitement and anxiety, holding a disposable paper cup to drink water, "The plan for the second half of the year is out, do you listen to it now?"

"Okay." Sui Yi put away the phone and looked at her.

Ji Zhen didn't expect him to agree, so she took out her mobile phone for a long time, and turned a few pages before saying, "It's mainly about albums and concerts. The number of shows is the same as in the first half of the year. You're going to be a mentor."

Sui Yi frowned and asked, "A draft?"

"It's the kind of 101 before, it's called only." Ji Zhen waved her hand, "Forget it, you haven't seen it, anyway, you used to be a mentor, just to take Xiaoyi. He is currently lacking exposure, and this opportunity is just right."

"Okay." Sui Yi's tone couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy.

The coordinator of the director's team knocked on the door and came in, and politely asked Yi to wait.

Ji Zhen chased after him, walked a few steps with him, and babbled: "I'll send you the information back, take a look first, this draft is quite interesting, go and see, if there are any suitable potential stocks, Come to sign Nanzhu, we two will bring you together..."

The backstage door was gently closed, and the noise of the crowd was blocked by the heavy door. Sui Yi picked up the microphone and quietly closed her eyes, trying to adjust her state.

There was a signal from the director's team in his ears. He bent down and stood on the elevator platform. Suddenly, the very interesting draft only that Ji Zhen mentioned just now appeared in his mind, but this idea only existed for a while, and then followed Yi A little disdain to think, what can a talent show mean?

What's the point of a talent show?