msmithbooks Chapter 451 has really put me in a difficult position!
Chapter 451 has really put me in a difficult position!
Chapter 451 has really put me in a difficult position!
Xiaoqian gazed quietly at the stage.
Yu Huan faced her direction and recited the poem with great emotion, a strange feeling suddenly rising in her heart.
I felt a little itchy inside, but I couldn't quite put my finger on why.
She was indeed moved by the modern poem, or rather, Yu Huan's recitation, but when her gaze inadvertently swept across the front row, she noticed that the girl in the baseball cap in front of her had lowered her head slightly and gently wiped her eyes with the back of her hand; she was clearly shedding tears.
Beside the girl, Sister Wang was gently patting her back, her mouth opening and closing as if she were whispering something, as if she were softly comforting her.
Upon seeing this scene, Xiaoqian immediately made a guess: Could this be the boss's girlfriend?
However, she was still somewhat uncertain.
Perhaps people were simply moved by the emotions conveyed in the poem and felt a strong resonance with it.
Thinking this, a complex emotion welled up in her eyes.
They had only spent some time together and interacted briefly. Yu Huan could never recite love poems to her, but she had to admit that this "leader brother" had left a very deep impression on her.
It's rare to find a guy who's so outstanding in every way.
Amidst thunderous applause, Sister Ru leaned close to Lin Yourong's ear, a faint, teasing smile playing on her lips.
"I've discovered that Yu Huan is a bit of a problem! Tell me, how come you've turned into a crybaby since you've been with him? Crying all the time?" As she spoke, Sister Ru frowned and clicked her tongue, "You're really something, aren't you? Just reciting a poem and you're moved like this, you've got some skills."
"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!" Lin Yourong sniffed and punched Sister Ru's shoulder.
Yeats, as Ireland's first writer to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, is one of the most important literary figures of the 20th century.
Lin Yourong is quite familiar with Yeats' classic poems.
So, on this occasion, Yu Huan recited "When You Are Old" with deep emotion, his eyes fixed on her in the distance...
Those words pierced straight into her heart, touching the softest corner of her soul and instantly affecting her emotions.
"Yes, yes, I don't understand, I don't understand, okay?" Sister Ru sighed helplessly, took out a tissue from her bag, handed it to Lin Yourong, and continued, "But to be honest, although I haven't read many books, I did find Yu Huan's reading of this love poem quite charming."
Lin Yourong remained silent, only wiping her eyes.
The thunderous applause echoed in the studio for a while before gradually subsiding.
The stage lighting gradually shifted from a soft, slightly dim state to full brightness, until it became as bright as day.
With a gentle smile on his face, Wang Han nodded approvingly to Yu Huan, who had stepped back to his side, and exclaimed, "Oh my, Boss, your recitation was so full of emotion! I almost cried, just like those young girls in the audience."
After hearing Wang Han's praise, Yu Huan calmly glanced around at the audience.
Only then did I notice that besides Lin Yourong, there was indeed another little girl wiping away tears with a tissue.
Yu Huan couldn't help but think to herself, "Won't netizens criticize us for hiring someone to plant another plant?"
However, she quickly replied, "Brother Han, you flatter me. Actually, all the complex emotions in life can find resonance in poetry."
"That's wonderfully said!" Ni Ping took a step forward, facing Yu Huan with an appreciative smile, and said, "This poem, 'When You Are Old,' must hold a special place in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't have specifically chosen this occasion to recite it, right?"
Yu Huan didn't go to see Lin Yourong at this time, lest the little tearful girl turn into a big tearful girl.
He smiled and looked at the camera from the main camera, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"When Yeats wrote this poem, the person he loved was young. Rather than describing her old age in his imagination, he was revealing his true feelings to her and to the ever-flowing years. This true feeling will not disappear with the passage of time; he will love the wrinkles on her aging face."
Yu Huan paused slightly, turned to look at Wang Han who seemed to be deep in thought and was nodding repeatedly, and continued:
"There's a line in our Book of Songs, 'Holding your hand, we'll grow old together,' which expresses a similar sentiment. Love is always an eternal theme."
Wang Han nodded in deep agreement and said, "That's right, love is indeed an eternal theme. Whether it's Yeats's 'When You Are Old' or our ancestors' 'Holding hands and growing old together,' they all vividly demonstrate the beauty and steadfastness of love, which is truly moving."
talking.
Wang Han winked at Yu Huan, a half-joking expression on his face: "Look at your recitation today, you interpreted the emotions in the poem so well. I suppose the relationship between you and your partner is very deep, isn't it?"
Before Yu Huan could respond, Ni Ping immediately took over the conversation.
She said with admiration, "Brother, your recitation skills are truly excellent; you captured the emotions perfectly."
“Of course, leaders have to attend meetings often, and they have to be good with words too!” Wang Han raised his voice, awkwardly taking over the conversation with a proud and humorous expression.
A burst of soft laughter immediately rang out from the audience, making the whole atmosphere even more pleasant.
Seeing this, Wang Han turned to the audience and asked loudly, "Everyone, do you think Yu Huan recited this poem well?"
"Bravo!" the audience shouted in unison, their applause even more enthusiastic than before.
Seeing this, Yu Huan quickly cupped his hands in a humble manner and said, "Thank you for your praise, everyone. I still need to practice more. There's still a long way to go before I can truly be 'good'!"
"Ladies and gentlemen, look at this! He really has the makings of a host!" Wang Han said to the audience, giving a thumbs-up again and pointing directly at Yu Huan.
Amidst the uproar of laughter from the audience, Wang Han raised his hand to straighten his tie, his expression instantly becoming serious.
He turned slightly to the side, focusing his gaze on Ni Ping, and said earnestly, "Actually, when it comes to the hosting profession, I think the most crucial point is that it's very difficult to find a good partner. When you think of a partner, who comes to mind?"
Ni Ping, who co-hosted the Spring Festival Gala with Zhao Zhongxiang for thirteen years, responded without hesitation: "Of course it's Teacher Zhao."
Upon hearing this, Wang Han turned to look at the guest seats and, with a resounding tone, exclaimed respectfully, "Teacher Zhao, the great Teacher Zhao—"
“A grandmaster.” Ni Ping nodded repeatedly, uttering these four words without a doubt.
As a pioneer in my country's broadcasting and hosting field, Zhao Zhongxiang has been firmly established in front of the camera since the birth of CCTV's 2019 news program. He was also the first host to speak at the first Spring Festival Gala, making him the undisputed founder of my country's hosting industry.
Moreover, with his highly distinctive voice, he provided narration for many classic programs. His excellent narration was instrumental in the creation of mainland China's first variety show, "Zhengda Variety Show," as well as science programs like "Man and Nature" and "Animal World."
As the tide of the times rolls forward, among many programs, Zhao Zhongxiang's classic narration in "Animal World," "Spring is here, all things are reviving, and it's the season for animals again," has become an indelible memory in the minds of countless viewers.
Throughout Zhao Zhongxiang's life, glory and controversy coexisted, and his merits outweighed his flaws, making him a true legend.
"A grandmaster!" Wang Han solemnly repeated these four words again, and then announced loudly, "Next, let's give a warm round of applause to our grandmaster—"
"Zhao Zhongxiang!" The crowd on the stage shouted in unison.
"Let's give them a round of applause!"
As soon as Wang Han finished speaking, he led the group of pendants to quickly divide into two rows, kneel on one knee, clasp their hands in a fist, and greet them with the utmost respect.
Yu Huan and Ni Ping in the front row turned around at the same time and saw Zhao Zhongxiang walking out from the side stage next to the big screen with steady steps.
Thunderous applause resounded throughout the studio.
Zhao Zhongxiang was slightly taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, then quickly raised the microphone to his mouth and said, "Please don't mind."
As Zhao Zhongxiang approached, Yu Huan quickly bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Hello, Teacher Zhao."
Zhao Zhongxiang nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then emphasized to the hosting team who were kneeling on one knee, "Don't do that!"
The continuous applause echoed throughout the studio, incredibly enthusiastic, accompanied by cheers from the audience. The sound was so loud that it drowned out the sound coming from the speakers.
Wang Han stood up and quickly stepped forward, jokingly saying, "Grandmaster, you have to say 'Rise,' otherwise they won't get up. I've already told them—"
"No, what's this called? No..." Zhao Zhongxiang turned to the side, looking at Wang Han with a puzzled expression amidst the deafening noise, and asked, "What's it called?"
For a moment, the scene descended into brief chaos.
Wang Han quickly raised his voice and said loudly, "Kneeling is fine!"
"Kneel and pay your respects." Zhao Zhongxiang repeated these two words, his professional habit subconsciously raising his hand to touch his ear, even though there was no in-ear monitor on stage.
Oudi reacted quickly, shouting "Thank you, Master!" The other hosts echoed him, all standing up.
The uproar in the studio gradually subsided.
"Eh?" Zhao Zhongxiang waved his hand without showing any surprise, bowed slightly to the audience, and said with a hint of apology, "I'm sorry, everyone, I didn't know... they set this up for me."
At this moment, Yu Huan stood quietly next to Wang Han, and like everyone else around her, she wore a perfectly appropriate smile. She turned her head slightly to look at Zhao Zhongxiang, who was speaking in the center of the stage.
He turned slightly to minimize his presence in front of the camera, and then glanced at Lin Yourong out of the corner of his eye without making a sound.
When I saw her sitting comfortably in the chair, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
very good!
The little tearful one finally stopped wiping away tears.
Zhao Zhongxiang frowned: "I said, you guys are enough—"
Before he could finish speaking, Tian Yuan suddenly knelt down on one knee and shouted at the top of his lungs, "New Year's money!"
As soon as he shouted, all the pendants laughed and knelt down.
The originally somewhat serious atmosphere suddenly turned into a slightly playful one.
Seeing this, Wang Han hurriedly raised his hand, repeatedly chanting, "Get up, get up, get up—"
"Don't mention money!" Ni Ping suddenly said loudly, half-jokingly. "As soon as you mention money, Teacher Zhao turns around and leaves!"
"Huh?" Exclamations of surprise and confusion rose and fell.
Although Ni Ping's words were clearly sarcastic, Zhao Zhongxiang showed no change in expression and remained calm.
Ni Ping said this, and she also boldly exposed Zhao Zhongxiang's stinginess on various occasions, saying that he was all show and no substance on the Spring Festival Gala stage every year. He looked glamorous on the outside, but inside he was wearing woolen pants that his wife had knitted for many years.
However, years later, when Zhao Zhongxiang was diagnosed with cancer and was on his deathbed, he did not entrust his hundreds of millions of yuan estate to his wife and children. Instead, he entrusted it to Ni Ping on his deathbed, asking her to handle the formalities and establish his grandson as the ultimate beneficiary of the estate.
The relationship between these two is much deeper than it appears on the surface; at least Zhao Zhongxiang's son married Ni Ping's cousin.
One by one, the pendants stood up.
Zhao Zhongxiang held the microphone to his mouth and said earnestly, "I haven't seen what money looks like for more than a month."
"Teacher Zhao, Grandmaster—"
As soon as Wang Han opened his mouth, Zhao Zhongxiang interrupted him with a worried look on his face.
As he spoke, he gestured with his hand: "I'm begging you, whether it's Old Zhao, Zhao Zhongxiang, or even Teacher Zhao, it's acceptable. What grandmaster? The grandmaster isn't that guy named Wong Kar-wai...?"
"A grandmaster of his generation," Qian Feng said with a smile, offering a timely reminder.
"Correct."
Zhao Zhongxiang nodded, then turned his gaze to Yu Huan, who was standing between Qian Feng and Wang Han:
"I was just in the audience watching this handsome young man's recitation, and his skill was truly exceptional! There was a young girl next to me who was moved to tears. I think if you want to be a host, you should definitely give it a try on CCTV. You're very suitable for those cultural programs, both in terms of appearance and speaking ability."
“Wow! Teacher Zhao really took a liking to our leader at first sight, and was even planning to snatch him away halfway,” Wang Han said, his eyes wide open. He turned around and grabbed Yu Huan’s wrist, half-jokingly saying, “Then we can’t let go, we have to poach him to our station.”
Yu Huan played along with the farce, turning her head to look towards the direction of the main computer.
He exaggeratedly frowned and put on a miserable tone, saying, "President, look at this! Brother Han is so eager to pull me into the station! Although I've finally managed to gain a foothold in our newspaper and achieved some small successes, with Brother Han protecting me at the station, I'm really caught in a dilemma!"
(End of this chapter)