evening.

Parents' home.

Zhang Ye came back from get off work with great worries and had all the meals at home.

My parents were sitting on the sofa watching TV. There was another discussion about the Spring Festival Gala on TV. This topic has been bombarded for several days, and my parents are no exception. They pay attention to it every day. Zhang Ye’s family is a typical traditional family in China. They must be celebrated every festival. They eat dumplings when they should eat dumplings and when they should eat Lantern Festival. The traditional Chinese festival will not be bad, and the same is true for New Year’s Eve. Eating New Year’s Eve dinner to watch the Spring Festival Gala is a must-have item for the family after Zhang Ye was born. Therefore, the word Spring Festival Gala is almost as high as the sky in the hearts of many families and older generations.

"Is my son back?"

"Has Lao Wu got off work?"

"I haven't come back yet."

"Then I'll call her and ask."

"No, don't fight. Zeqing is busy with work, so she will naturally come back after she finishes her work."

Zhang Ye picked up the cup to drink water, but was thinking about other things in his heart.

The news is broadcast on TV, and the reporter is doing street interviews.

Reporter: "Will you watch the Spring Festival Gala this year?"

Passersby: "Yes, it's already our family's habit to watch the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve, but now we're worried. Didn't the news say that the candidate for the director has not been decided yet? The stage is almost done at this time of year, so I'm worried if I can't catch up."

Reporter: "Do you have any hopes and suggestions for the Spring Festival Gala?"

Passerby: "I just hope the program will be more exciting. Don't always have the same kind of programs. At least it will make us shine? Of course, this is what the director needs to consider. We suggest that it will be useless for a long time. I hope that this year's Spring Festival Gala can find a good director to take care of it. Otherwise, if this happens every year, the ratings will be worse than that of a year. I'm afraid that our family will not watch the Spring Festival Gala one day."

Zhang Ye felt that the pressure was too great, "Mom, change the station."

"What are you doing? I'm watching it." Mom said: "Who did you think the director of the Spring Festival Gala decided? Why is there no news yet? They are not in a hurry?"

Dad commented: "This candidate is not easy to decide."

My mother said, "Yes, there are not many top party directors in our country."

Dad said, "Wait until Zeqing comes back and ask her, she should have news."

My mother nodded, "Yes, they are the regulatory authorities. I must know that our son is still waiting for the Spring Festival Gala on the show, and I don't know if there is a show or not."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye was so angry that he said: "No need to ask Lao Wu."

"What's wrong?" Mom glanced at him, "You know?"

Zhang Ye took another sip of water, put down his cup and said, "This year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala Director's job, the people from the Spring Festival Gala working group found me during the day, and I took it."

The room suddenly became quiet!

My mother was stunned, "What did you say?"

Zhang Ye shrugged, "I am the director of this year's Spring Festival Gala."

My dad was shocked, "Don't tease!"

"What am I kidding? I signed the agreement." Zhang Ye said.

The doorbell rang.

"Old Wu is back, I'll open the door." Zhang Ye quickly walked over and opened the door. It was indeed Wu Zeqing outside the door. "Have you got off work? So late?"

Wu Zeqing smiled, "I blocked my car for a while."

Zhang Ye said: "Let's have dinner."

Wu Zeqing changed his shoes and entered the living room, "Dad, mom, huh? What's wrong?"

The old couple looked a little surprised.

My mother immediately said, "Zeqing, Xiaoye said he is going to be the director of the Spring Festival Gala!"

Wu Zeqing looked at him, "Hmm? Did you answer?"

"Select." Zhang Ye was not very calm now. He didn't know whether his decision was right or wrong. "What? You don't know?"

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "I heard that you are on the shortlist, but I was not in charge of the Spring Festival Gala, so I didn't ask much."

The father stood up and shouted: "Son! Are you really going to be the director of the Spring Festival Gala?"

Zhang Ye spread his hands and said, "It's not that I want to be a good person, I'm already."

My mother yelled, "This is a great thing! That's great! This is the Spring Festival Gala! The Spring Festival Gala! My son is going to be the handsome guy?"

Zhang Ye said bitterly: "What's so good? I'm afraid I'll mess it up now."

My mother said indifferently: "If you smash it, just smash it. At worst, you can get scolded. What else can you do?"

"Wow, you said it simply. You are not scolded." Zhang Ye said with a laugh and crying, "Anyway, I have made the worst plan now. Dad, mom, Lao Wu, okay, hurry up and have a meal. I guess I can have the last stable meal today."

That night.

The Spring Festival Gala, which is staring at by people across the country, has finally made the latest progress. Compared with the common people, literary and art circles and industry insiders are the first to get the news!

...

Cixiufang Sketch Studio.

A middle-aged man answered a phone call and was stunned!

"ah!"

"Tiger, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Hu, what happened?"

"Where is Sister Ci?"

"Sister Ci is studying the book."

"Tell her quickly! The director of the Spring Festival Gala has decided!"

"Who is it?"

"It's Zhang Ye!"

...

Art Troupe.

Some singers are having a dinner and are talking about the Spring Festival Gala. They don’t know how many people at this table can have the opportunity to sing on stage this year.

There was someone coming in outside.

"Oh, are you still eating?"

"What's wrong with Teacher Chu?"

"Didn't you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

"The director has finished the hammer!"

"What? Who is it?"

"Zhang Ye!"

"ah!"

...

Quyi Troupe.

Tang Dazhang and several crosstalk actors are discussing the book.

"It's broken! Something big happened!"

"What a big deal?"

"I just got the news, the director of this year's Spring Festival Gala, they-they-"

"What's wrong with them?"

"them--"

"Tell me, you are!"

"They invited Zhang Ye!"

"Damn!"

"What?"

"Impossible! This is impossible!"

"It's true! It's already spread!"

"This, this..."

"It's over! It's over now!"

Tang Dazhang and several crosstalk actors looked pale!

...
To be continued...