Chapter 1209

  Sun Liancheng’s house has no shortage of places.

  When Li Shixin lived here before, this cheap nephew cleaned up a bedroom and promised to keep this room no matter what.

   Say hello to Sun Liancheng who was preparing dinner, and Li Shixin returned to his room.

  Although it hasn’t been here for a year, the furnishings in the room are still in the same state they had when filming "Ling".

  Sitting in front of the spotlessly wiped desk, Li Shixin lighted a rare cigarette.

  In this period of time, he has focused more on the actor, and hasn’t done creative work on his own for a long time.

  Although it is not a serious film and television work now, the evening party is actually a kind of creative art.

Li Shixin didn't like the recording and broadcasting program produced by Zhou Chu and others.

  Like all his works, he likes more ups and downs and more aggressive expressions.

  He also has his own understanding of the party.

  Nowadays, most of the satellite TV parties, regardless of what the party is, are safe. He likes to formulate a studio plan by collecting data and analyzing audience groups. On the surface, this is a technological advancement, but Li Shixin always feels that this is the most stupid way of expression.

  Data is dead and has no emotions, but what literary creation needs is to mobilize human emotions.

  For example, a painting. What the audience wants to see are the emotions and thoughts expressed by the author. You can't say that the audience likes red. I will use a stroke of red. If the audience likes blue, I will use a stroke of blue. The audience likes black, so let me add another black. What is that?

  Art also has a language, and this language is definitely not C++.

  Too superstitious in technology, a good evening party abruptly turned into a form of big data recommendation like fighting hands, the audience does not complain, who do you complain about?

  Human beings are creatures with complex emotions. Most people don’t even know what they really like.

   Just like Li Shixin’s fighting hand, at the beginning he liked to watch some ragged little girls dancing. However, after seeing it for a while, I got bored, and Fighter was still frantically shoving and scratching the young lady who was arrogant according to the user's habits.

  'S Li Shixin now basically does not use this software except for the private messages in the backstage of Doushou.

  Using dead things to plan the senses of the living, what is the difference between using an electric airplane cup to liberate yourself?

  Things that are not emotional, are destined to not give the audience a double stimulation of spirit and flesh.

  Looking at the satisfactory plan at the desk, Li Shixin directly turned on his laptop.

  He needs to add some more stimulating elements and programs!

  "Beijing Satellite TV’s Lantern Festival Gala recording and broadcasting program. The theme is to make full use of the modern stage, integrate traditional evening party elements, and visual technology to present a cultural gluttonous feast."

  "The opening host has postponed the opening session and changed to a large-scale dance opening."

   "The opening show, "Skirt"? It's not too routine. Not as good as "Tang Palace Night Banquet"!"

   "The original second program starred singing was canceled and changed to Peking Opera joint singing "Thirteen Wonders of the Same Light". The content of the performance remains unchanged, and the stage effect is changed. The holographic screen should be used to the greatest extent to enhance the visual perception.

In the smoke of   , Li Shixin muttered while writing down the new party plan in Word.

  With the wisps of blue smoke, time flies by.

  "Uncle Master! Eat. Teacher Zhao, you are here."

   After five o’clock, Sun Liancheng, who had finished dinner, walked to Li Shixin’s door and greeted him.

  But immediately, Zhao Jinzhi signaled to take his yelling back.

   "Mr. Zhao, the food is all done, so shall I go to the hall to move my chopsticks?"

   Facing Sun Liancheng’s invitation, Zhao Jinzhi smiled and shook her head.

  "You take the children to eat, Shixin gets busy and caress about his head, and he won't go if you tell him to. I'll stay with him. After he finishes it for a while, I will take him to the house."

   "Oh. That's a success,"

   glanced at Zhao Jinzhi, who was wearing a black cheongsam, leaning against Li Shixin’s door, Sun Liancheng nodded uneasily and withdrew.

  Li Shixin has been busy until the latter half of the night.

After making subversive changes to the existing recording and broadcasting plan, the magic changed more than a dozen selected programs, and added the two dance works "Tang Palace Night Banquet" and "Praying" from the memory of previous lives as the opening and finale. After rehearsing in his mind several times, he saved the document with satisfaction.

   "Ha~~~Ah!"

  I stretched my waist greatly, and felt the joyful and crisp noises from the bones all over the body, and Li Shixin finally left the desk.

   Gululu~

  "Um,"

  There was a roar in his stomach, which made Li Shixin finally feel that he had been working for a long time.

  Just when he wanted to open the door to go out in the kitchen to find something to eat, the door was pushed open by someone outside.

   "Huh? Why haven't you slept so late?"

   Seeing Zhao Jinzhi walking into the room wearing a large wool scarf and carrying a plate of money, Li Shixin was taken aback.

   "Do you still know it's late?"

   Putting the dinner plate firmly on the coffee table, Zhao Jinzhi glanced over.

   "It's all a bit, and I don't know how to eat something first. You are not in good health at first, but you are still suffering like this. I think you are more or less seriously ill."

  Drops!

  Received additional [distressed] cheers, 616 points!

  "."

  While complaining, Zhao Jinzhi opened the plate and brought out the copper pot and the meat dish, making Li Shixin amused.

  Taking up his chopsticks and putting a few slices of mutton into a copper pot heated with a disposable Cass stove, watching the thin as cicada-wing mutton tumbling in the broth, Li Shixin slapped haha.

"In terms of disease, life itself is a disease. It is sexually transmitted, and the mortality rate is 100%. Therefore, instead of worrying about whether your body can eat it, it is better to live unscrupulously when your body can eat it. Work. Just work and spare no effort, and eat him. Uh, huhuhu. Eat him a feast."

  Looking at Li Shixin whose tongue was sticking out by the hot lamb, Zhao Jinzhi curled her mouth.

   "I can't tell you the truth, I can't tell you. Is the party finished?"

  When talking about the party, Li Shixin raised his brows and put down his chopsticks.

   patted the laptop he put together, Xin Ye smiled.

"Then you see, we Lao Li took the shot, a party is not a pinch? By the way, when I was planning the show just now, I was thinking that it is so easy to play a satellite TV party for a while, so I have to match it. Go in and show your face. Little and the darling girls, I am going to give them two dances to help her lose weight. Luo Luo's words, there is a Peking Opera joint singing of "Thirteen Wonders of the Same Light", the girl's Wu Dan looks good, I I want her to do "Mu Guiying in Command"."

"Oh?"

Zhao Jinzhi pursed her mouth when she heard Li Shixin's arrangement.

   "You are not afraid of others calling you cronyism."

"What kind of pro. If you want to say pro, I still remember the section of "Dingjun Mountain" that you asked me to sing when I went to Shanghai for the first time! There is such a paragraph, otherwise you go?"

"I?"

   Stretched out her finger and pointed at her nose, Zhao Jinzhi burst into laughter.

  "You too value me too much. At the Beijing TV shooting party, "Dingjunshan" has always been on Mr. Yu Zhikui. You let me grab the job of the boss, and my fanciers must not scold me."

  "Hey! I'm the director, what are you afraid of?"

  Zhao Jinzhi's worry, Li Shixin didn't take it seriously.

  "Furthermore, my voice is just like a ticket. It's a shame to sing on stage."

   "Recording! Why don't you sing casually?"

   "If it doesn't happen, it won't happen."

  Seeing Zhao Jinzhi's resignation repeatedly, Li Shixin spread his hands.

   "I was thinking that we have not been on the same stage for a long time. If you don't want to sing "Dingjunshan", we will be very happy with two words."

   "Oh? Which corner of the show has little words?"

   ""Silang's Exploring His Mother" She Taijun, "Yuanmen Zhanzi" Yang Yanzhao. It adds up to six sentences."

   "Then I will come to Yang Yanzhao!"

   Before Li Shixin could react, Zhao Jinzhi directly raised his arm high.

"I"

  Looking at the smirk on the opponent's face, the corners of Li Shixin's mouth twitched.

  This Taijun She. Lao Dan's appearance is really a bit unattainable!

  (End of this chapter)