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Xu Fei has never seen so many people gather in one place.

The work body was big enough, but when he came out of the passage, he only saw Wuyangyang in front of him. On the ground, on the stands, on the runway, and even the canopy were inspected and maintained by workers.

The first thing to notice is that across the rostrum, the 10,000 people responsible for turning over the board have already been drilled. There are more than a dozen patterns throughout the course, with more than a dozen boards per person, numbered uniformly.

Things that are memorable are okay, the key must be held, the whole opening ceremony must be held.

Xu Fei went on and came to the runway.

There are more than 500 girls sitting on the left and right, pure and pure, all local middle school students. Wearing a long blue dress and holding a white gauze in his hand, the show is called "Bishuifenghe".

On the unpaved ground, more than a thousand men were resting. Yishui's ancient **** clothing, with bright yellow bottoming, big oblique **** tied to his chest, naked half shirt, dark and strong.

Looking back, my team is more than a thousand in the audience, and 18 lion heads are particularly eye-catching.

He climbed up with Cheng Dong, found Wu Jing, and touched his head as usual.

"Teacher Yu didn't come?"

"They are going to be late, after all, it is a personal project."

"Then why are you here so early?"

Xu Fei held out his hand again, Wu Jing didn't let him touch this time, and flashed aside, "I'm a group project. Say not to go early? Do you have some rehearsal time for each group? Do you want to come? Keep playing. "

"Oh, it's actually more chaotic than this, it's better to come in order and arrange them in groups."

"There are too many programs, and I'm afraid that I won't have enough time. These are all connected 24 hours a day."

After chatting for a while, the music stopped, and the radio began: "Okay, the break is over, we will use the last time to come again."

The voice did not fall, the gongs and drums got up one after another, and first withdrew outside the venue.

In a short time, the whole work body is extremely quiet. After a few seconds, they ran into the field from the north side, accompanied by the shout of more than a thousand men: "Ah ..."

"Ha! Ha!"

Quickly form a queue and start the performance.

Deng Zaijun took the broadcast team and grabbed the most suitable shots from all angles to discuss how to switch, when to close-up, when to take aerial photography, when to take a long view.

Xu Fei sat in the room and suddenly realized that the eardrum tremored. There was no music, only the rough sound that evolved from ancient times.

Hundreds of drums, hundreds of gongs, hundreds of cymbals, resonating in unison, sounds like the world rumbling, people like fighting in the battlefield. Back and forth, back and forth, opening and closing, drums, cymbals, flowers and ribbons up and down.

Majestic!

"..."

Everyone stopped their work and paid attention, which has become their normal state.

After the athletes enter, take an oath, and exit, it is followed by gongs and drums. The first one appeared, the first one showed China's ancient and roaring in front of the world.

"Boom boom!"

"Qiang Qiang!"

The deafening sound is more than just a rehearsal show.

Everyone, all the guys who put their efforts and labor in this venue, are all supported, proud and looking forward to this sound.

Four months, four months ... This country and people need such an opportunity too, tell others and tell us that we are still standing!

The rehearsal was completely in accordance with the standards of the opening ceremony. As four 18-meter-long inflatable dragons took off, the gongs and drums ended their performance.

"Boom!"

"it is good!"

"Not bad today, come on!"

"Come on!"

The little girls shouted the most, and when the gongs and drums came off, Ma Liu ran in and occupied.

The first two shows, one masculine and one feminine.

More than 500 girls danced with white yarn, and Yingying models came and changed various queues. Towards the end, more than a dozen people pushed the moving platform to enter, made into a lotus petal shape.

The petals blossomed and Yu Wenhua slowly rose. There is also a round metal stamen that actually supports her for balance.

"This is very creative!" Xu Feile said.

"The only solo person in the family needs to be better. It's Meilun Meilun above, a dozen people below push the **** cart, a little bit off."

"Likewise, this technology."

"Yeah, there is no way!"

Cheng Dong shook his head and sighed: "Director Deng promised us that we will try not to take the picture as soon as possible, because we can't see it on TV.

"Bishuifenghe" lined up for a while, and Yu Chenghui and others also came.

The elder warrior is still so spirited, his eyes are dignified, he wears that broken shoulder, and he carries two swords in his hand. The first time he brought a sword, everyone's eyes were straight.

Xu Fei rubbed his hands and felt itchy, "Uh, can I have a look?"

"of course can."

Yu Chenghui passed the sword with a smile.

In Chinese history, swords are usually very light, 1 kg, or less than 1 kg. Don't be exaggerated. You are fighting with a 1 kg sword and you are holding a 1 kg sword. Those are two concepts.

The drunk sword is short and very traditional.

The two-handed sword is long and slightly heavy.

Xu Fei's brush was drawn out, and although there was no cold light, it was also terrifying.

"This one is 135 in total length and 100 in blade length. It is used for performances. There is one in my house, 140 in total length and 105 in blade length. It is used for exercise.

"140 ..."

Teacher Xu stunned, and with a little more catch up with Deng Jiegao.

Returning the sword to the elder warrior, the little girl Wu Jing turned upside down and dragged others to ask for advice. He is a national martial art champion, playing all the routines, Yu Chenghui's two-handed sword is self-created.

It is said to be in actual combat.

Teacher Xu didn't understand this because he watched a lot of legendary martial arts being hanged by professional players. Besides taunting, he always looked forward to appearing as a hidden hero and rectifying his name for Chinese Kung Fu.

Unfortunately, I never expected it.

Unconsciously, it will be late.

The rehearsal of "Bishuifenghe" ended, and finally it was the Chinese martial arts team. A thousand people hula-la got up, Xu Fei and Cheng Dong took the lead and waved their hands:

"go!"

…………

Six programs: majestic gongs and drums, clear water and wind lotus, Chinese martial arts, child star shining, heroic appearance in sports, light of Asia

The twinkles of children's stars are all children and can't stay up late; the big axis of the light of Asia is the most important. The two rehearsals go to the premise, and then go down in turn.

However, the heroic attitude of the sports world is mixed with the military band and Tai Chi, so the martial arts group is the last, but it is also quiet.

Near midnight, the working temperament under the night is unique, as if a steel giant is lying here, watching the ancient city quietly.

The rehearsal went on for four hours and was exhausted.

The police school students who danced the flags sat paralyzed, and the half-size boys and girls of the boxing fought back to their spirits. Several famous opera masters nested in chairs, taking time to take a nap.

Xu Fei shouted dumb, holding the big tea jar and drinking water.

Cheng Dong glanced at his eyes and wondered: "Mr. Xu, why didn't you buy soda this time?"

"Recently tight."

"Can you still have tight hands?"

"Nonsense! The big environment is not good, is it safe?"

"..."

Cheng Dong rolled his eyes, "Can't you say something big, and deny yourself?"

"For whom?"

"Hey ..."

He touched his stomach, cheeky: "A little hungry, no money in his pocket."

"Regarding my fart, where can I find food here?"

"Uh, too."

He was twitching, and suddenly heard the noisy clamor over there, and he was about to fight. The two hurried over, "What are you doing?"

"Non-Brother, you will judge!"

A child shouted, "This time Argentina will definitely win the championship, Argentina has Maradona!"

"You know Maradona, Italy at home, Italy is the champion!"

"Argentina!"

"Italy!"

The two are like fighting cocks, and no one is allowed.

In the mid-to-late 1980s, the domestic football atmosphere became stronger and stronger. In the last World Cup, CCTV sent a report team to the scene.

Not long ago, the Liaoning team won the Asian Club Cup championship, just like the holiday. Countless fans are looking forward to the hot June, but unfortunately there is still no Chinese team.

Encountered black for three minutes in the semifinals, only one step away to Rome.

Ah, there is not much time left for the Chinese team! ! !

"Let me say that the last time Argentina won the championship, the luck has been consumed by the hand of God. Italy has a good defense and has two offenses. There is a man named Baggio.

You pay attention to West Germany, led by Beckenbauer, Bremer, Matteus, Klinsmann, Waller, absolute salaries, pointing at the champion. "

Teacher Xu sat cross-legged, pointing Jiangshan.

A group of children expressed doubt, "Non Brother, are you really fake?"

"Who is Baggio? I haven't heard it."

"I still like Argentina."

"Italy!"

"Argentina!"

"The Netherlands is not bad!"

One person suddenly raised his hand, "I'm optimistic about the Chinese team, the Chinese team will definitely be able to enter the next term!"

Who?

Xu Fei swept and found that Wu Jing was shouting, and Hu Lu Hu Lu quickly, "People don't even have faces, why do you want to eat fart?"

"You have to be confident, we will definitely be able to enter!"

"Into the bastard, think about the business one day!"

"Goo!"

"Who else?"

Xu Fei heard the strange noise and turned his head to look around. A child touched his stomach embarrassedly. Immediately following, the belly of the next buddy started to cry, and a chain reaction immediately followed.

"Goo ... goo ..."

"Hey, hungry!"

"Eat at night, how hungry again?"

"People who practice martial arts have a large amount of food. Forbear it."

"Come and teach you a trick, hold back ..."

A child intervened in cross-legged meditation, learning luck in martial arts films, "Hey, hey, Dan Tian, ​​don't think about anything, you won't be hungry for a while."

These performers have a small amount of subsidies, but they are not enough and they are not willing to spend. Even after the dinner is finished, even if it is twelve o'clock, even if the consumption is so large.

Xu Fei looked at this group of fart children, rubbed his nose, and whispered secretly: "Damn it, forcing me to spend money!"

Count the birds!

He stood up, copied the loudspeaker, and said, "Be quiet, say a few words. Everyone rehearsed very hard. Those who light up the oil and cook oil are all half-sized, knowing that you are strong and can eat.

Starting tomorrow! I can't provide anything else. Everyone nibble on the buns and order pickles. It's OK to add supper to you! "

"..."

The audience was stunned for a while and then started cheering, happy than sending soda.

"Non-Brother is Non-Brother!"

"Awesome!"

"Brother, I haven't served anyone, I will serve you now!"

"If I were a female quasi-marriage married ... Hey, I have a sister!"

The working body under the night seemed to wake up, passionate, blood tumbling in his heart, and shouting after sleeping.

Yu Chenghui laughed, gave birth to pride, raised his sword and jumped onto the high platform, set the posture, the moonlight was lit by the lights, as if forever.

Cheng Dong pouted, is this also a patriotic capitalist?

Taking advantage of this spirit, Xu Fei shouted again: "Come, get up, let's go again from the beginning!"

"The other groups are pretty good, people all over the country are watching!"

"That's right, let's not be ashamed, everyone cheer!"

"Come on!"