yournovel Chapter 448 She's worrying for nothing.
Chapter 448 She's worrying for nothing.
Chapter 448 She's worrying for nothing.
The barber's scissors made a quick "swish" sound on Yu Huan's head, each snip precise and clean.
As strands of hair fell, Yu Huan felt as if his head had suddenly become several pounds lighter, and that light feeling made him feel exceptionally comfortable.
The female stylist meticulously refined the final details of his work.
Yu Huan turned her head slightly, looking through the mirror in front of her at Wang Han, who was standing at the entrance of the dressing room.
Wang Han was leisurely sucking on betel nut, his cheeks occasionally twitching, as he discussed the program's flow with Oudi and several staff members.
He would point and gesture, then make gestures in the air, exuding an aura that commanded respect.
Meanwhile, Sister Ru sat quietly on the sofa to the side, holding her phone in both hands, chuckling to herself.
Her fingertips tapped lightly on the phone screen; she was clearly chatting with someone.
Yu Huan smiled teasingly and casually joked, "Sister Ru, you're grinning from ear to ear. You haven't started dating some young heartthrob, have you?"
Hearing this, Sister Ru looked up, her eyes widening instantly. She gave him a reproachful glare and said irritably, "Nonsense! I'm just chatting with your wife!"
"Okay," Yu Huan replied.
He glanced at the female stylist and stopped using her scissors, then subconsciously shrugged.
This sway caused the strands of hair on the shoulder cloth to slip down like light feathers, drifting gently to the ground.
The stylist was skilled; she quickly picked up a hairdryer and a sponge and deftly began to trim his stubble.
The buzzing of the hairdryer and the rustling of the sponge mingled together. After a while, she picked up a rat-tail comb, sprayed some hair gel evenly, and began to style Yu Huan's hair.
The stylist kept busy with his work, smiling as he said, "You really suit this slicked-back hairstyle. After this haircut and styling, the effect will definitely be amazing."
Yu Huan looked up at herself in the mirror.
Her already neatly trimmed hair looked even more tidy under her styling, while retaining some natural volume, making the whole hairstyle look more three-dimensional and stylish.
With a smile, he said sincerely, "Sister, thank you for your hard work."
Upon hearing this, the stylist replied with a beaming smile, "What's so hard about it? It's just my job, my job."
Amidst the sounds of casual conversation, Wang Han suddenly strolled up behind Yu Huan.
He tilted his head slightly, carefully examining himself through the mirror, still leisurely munching on betel nut, nodding and praising repeatedly, "Not bad, with this hair done, you look much more energetic."
Sister Ru put her phone back in her bag, stood up, and said with a smile, "A good appearance on stage is indeed very important. Uncle Wang, you've thought of everything."
Wang Han smiled, said nothing more, turned around, and continued the discussion.
A short while later, Qian Feng and Tian Yuan also rushed over to get their makeup done.
As soon as the two of them entered, the dressing room became even more lively, with all sorts of sounds mingling and rising and falling.
In addition, the dressing room was air-conditioned, so although it was very warm inside, the air felt stuffy with so many people, making Yu Huan feel like she couldn't breathe as easily.
Seeing that Wang Han seemed quite busy, he greeted her and then went out for a stroll with Sister Ru to get some fresh air.
"Sister Ru, what were you talking about with my husband just now?" Yu Huan asked casually, her hands behind her back.
Escaping the dull environment and breathing in the fresh air felt like a fountain of energy, making him feel exceptionally refreshed.
Sister Ru glanced at his profile out of the corner of her eye and replied with a smile, "Your wife has been missing you a lot, asking all sorts of questions, and specifically told me to take good care of you."
Yu Huan coughed lightly and said, "She's worrying unnecessarily."
“I told her that you’re going to write calligraphy and recite poetry on stage this time. She said she’s never seen you do it at home and is worried that you might mess it up.”
"Haha, she really underestimates me." Yu Huan said with a slight upturn of her lips and a smile in her eyes, "I've passed the first level of Mandarin, although it's only grade B, but it's more than enough for me to recite modern poetry. As for calligraphy, my parents forced me to practice for several years when I was a child. Although I haven't touched a pen much in a long time, I have muscle memory, so I can still write something decent."
"Wow, I didn't expect that! So you're actually quite capable!" Sister Ru's eyes lit up, and she nudged Yu Huan's arm.
Yu Huan shook her head slightly and said with a smile, "My skill level is only mediocre. Compared to those professionals, I'm far behind. I'm just here to make up the numbers on variety shows and entertain everyone."
The two chatted as they strolled down the corridor, their pace unhurried.
Along the way, some people recognized Yu Huan and greeted him warmly. Yu Huan smiled and responded politely to each of them.
Before I knew it, I had wandered into the studio.
Looking up, the red lanterns on the stage backdrop lit up one by one, resembling ripe red persimmons.
Recalling the time when we went to eat earlier, the props team was already busy moving around in this area, and even now, there are still many people running around making adjustments.
This shows that the production team really took this episode very seriously.
Looking at the audience seats, several round tables covered with bright red cloth were placed in a specific area of the first few rows, arranged in a staggered manner. This arrangement was exactly the same as the old-fashioned Spring Festival Gala scene in Yu Huan's deep memory.
This scene setup made the entire studio feel even more festive and evoked a sense of nostalgia.
By this time, a number of people had already been scattered in the audience. Since they were not allowed to bring any items into the venue and there were no mobile phones to play with, they were either excitedly chatting with their companions or curiously looking around.
Five or six vibrant young women stood out, chatting excitedly together, their unrestrained laughter echoing throughout the studio.
A girl caught sight of Yu Huan's arrival, and in an instant, her face lit up with excitement. She pointed at Yu Huan and shouted excitedly:
Wow! It's the boss!
Upon hearing this, the other girls quickly turned their heads to look in Yu Huan's direction.
This sudden attention prompted Yu Huan to decisively turn around and slip away...
Time flowed slowly and relentlessly, and in the blink of an eye, it was almost seven o'clock, and the countdown to the start of the program had begun.
Inside the small studio.
Apart from Wang Han, the other members of the host team stood scattered on the stage, each wearing a sharp suit and holding a script, rehearsing their lines.
Director Zhou Xiaoya stood at the front of the stage, holding a microphone, interacting with the packed audience to warm up the atmosphere.
Several cameras were pointed at the audience seats to record their reactions in advance, making it easier to edit later.
Yu Huan, along with Zhao Zhongxiang, Ni Ping, and others, walked orderly towards the guest seats at the corner under the guidance of the staff, and then sat down steadily.
Even backstage, Yu Huan could hear Zhou Xiaoya interacting enthusiastically with the audience.
The audience, however, readily accepted the jokes that Yu Huan thought were old and worn out, bursting into laughter.
The joyful atmosphere grew increasingly intense.
When Zhou Xiaoya gave the instruction to record the clapping, Yu Huan clapped enthusiastically even though he knew he wouldn't be filmed.
Sister Ru sat on the outer side next to him, slightly hunched over, her head lowered as she looked at her phone.
Although audience members were strictly prohibited from bringing any electronic devices into the venue, she undoubtedly had a special exemption. The screen displayed a QQ chat interface.
She glanced at the message Susu had just sent: 'I've arrived in Zone T2, which studio?'
"You actually came? The show's already started!" Sister Ru replied quickly, her fingers typing rapidly. "I'll go out right away and bring you in."
Yu Huan noticed Sister Ru's subtle movement and subconsciously turned her head away.
Seeing her frowning and looking so serious, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister Ru, what's wrong?"
Sister Ru said in a low, helpless voice, "Susu is here."
"Huh?" A look of surprise immediately appeared on Yu Huan's face.
Although I knew that Lin Yourong would be recording "Ru Yuan" soon, I didn't expect that he would come to the recording site so quietly.
Yu Huan raised her hand and gently scratched the back of her head, her eyes quickly scanning the screen of Ru Jie's phone. At the top of the QQ chat interface, the prominent contact name was 'Su Su'.
Before he could take a closer look, Sister Ru turned off her phone and stuffed it into her pocket.
She looked up, glanced around at the lively scene, and said, "I need to sneak out to pick up Susu."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan turned her head and looked towards the back door.
I spotted the familiar director Zhang Yue at a glance. She was holding a folder and chatting and laughing with several young staff members.
Yu Huan hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Why don't you talk to Zhang Yue? She's the director who received us. She should be able to help."
Following the direction Yu Huan indicated, Sister Ru looked in the direction he pointed, nodded slightly, and replied softly, "That works too."
Yu Huan thought to herself that Wang Han was busy right now, so it wouldn't be good to cause him any trouble.
His gaze inadvertently drifted to Zhou Xiaoya, who was effortlessly warming up the audience on stage, and he said thoughtfully, "If all else fails, I'll talk to her after the director finishes warming up the audience."
Hearing this, Sister Ru chuckled and said, "Just take care of your own business. Don't be nervous on stage. Just do your best. Su Su and I still have some influence when we're out and about."
With a confident and resolute tone, she walked briskly down the side aisle toward the back door.
Yu Huan followed Ru Jie's back and saw Ru Jie walk up to Zhang Yue. After exchanging a few words, the two opened the door and went out.
He let out a soft sigh, as if relieved of some concern, and then refocused his attention on the stage.
Just then, Yu Huan suddenly felt a light tap on her shoulder.
He quickly turned his head away, only to see Xiaoqian bending down and whispering in his ear, asking curiously, "Where did Sister Wang go? I think I heard you say someone came?"
The surroundings were quite noisy, and Yu Huan was deliberately speaking in a low voice while talking to Sister Ru, so Xiao Qian only vaguely heard the gist of it.
Yu Huan smiled faintly and dodged the question, saying, "A friend of mine is coming and wants to see the show live."
"Oh." Xiaoqian nodded slightly and leaned back to sit up straight.
After the warm-up performance.
As Wang Han appeared, the host team, some sitting and some standing, dispersed to the large round tables covered with bright red cloth in front of the audience.
Yu Huan didn't get to see his wife arrive. Instead, he was called to sit at the same table as Wang Han and Oudi by the girl with pigtails from the logistics team.
The recording has officially begun in full swing.
Since the stage design follows the style of the old-fashioned Spring Festival Gala, the opening is naturally full of nostalgic elements.
Then, Wang Han, with a strong voice and great expression, shouted the first word: "Dear audience!"
"Dear viewers!" Qian Feng and Tian Yuan, standing in front of the main camera, immediately echoed in unison, "Happy Chinese New Year!"
This drew applause and cheers from the audience, making the atmosphere even more heated.
Tian Yuan looked directly into the camera and delivered her lines with practiced ease: "Today, we are honored to have so many distinguished guests here. Many of our outstanding performing artists are gathered here, right here among us."
Qian Feng immediately chimed in, "They're having fun with you and spending the night together!"
Tian Yuan slightly raised her chin, her tone becoming increasingly firm and powerful, and said loudly, "First of all, let's invite a very outstanding sketch comedy artist to give us a self-introduction. Please welcome him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the big screen flickered with light and began playing a video of Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao introducing themselves when they first appeared on the Spring Festival Gala.
Back then, both of them were quite young and inexperienced, especially Chen Peisi, who still had thick, jet-black hair, a stark contrast to his bald appearance now...
This rather comical opening segment had the audience laughing out loud.
After the short video ended, Tian Yuan, holding the microphone, smiled and said, "Thank you, Chen Peisi! Thank you, Chen Peisi with hair!"
This slightly sarcastic remark instantly drew laughter from the entire audience.
He exchanged a smile with Qian Feng, and then continued methodically, "Now that we've introduced the skits, let's introduce the outstanding hosts from various regions. Today, we have invited—Wang Han!"
Yu Huan subconsciously turned her head to look.
Wang Han immediately grinned, almost to his ears, and flashed a bright smile, waving his hand exaggeratedly at the camera.
Before even entering the frame, Oudi immediately started rubbing his head, causing his once neat bangs to fall down in a messy, disheveled manner, perfectly obscuring half of his face.
After a pause, Tian Yuan continued to call out in a melodious tone, "Odie!"
This shout caused the young man holding the camera to immediately shift the lens and point it at Oudi.
Having studied the program's flow, Yu Huan knew it wasn't his turn yet, so he immediately shifted his body slightly to avoid intruding into the camera's view.
Oudi grinned and forced a funny smile, raising his hand as if it were a runaway propeller or swaying wildly like someone having an epileptic seizure.
As Tian Yuan uttered the line, "And among the outstanding hosts from overseas, he is Xiao Wu from Korea," the camera quickly panned, precisely focusing on Xiao Wu standing to the side.
Xiao Wu was a bit more reserved than Oudi, so he didn't seem so epileptic. He had a bright and enthusiastic smile on his face and kept waving his hands.
"And there's also Yu Huan, the leader from Jiangnan Morning Post, who was selected as an outstanding host for the first time!"
Upon hearing the sound, Yu Huan quickly realized what was happening.
As planned, he hurriedly stood up, bowed slightly to the audience and cameras around him, and then a wide, exaggerated smile naturally appeared on his face as he waved his arms rapidly in the air.
Watching Yu Huan's performance, Wang Han immediately laughed and gave him a thumbs up.
"Today can be described as a day of universal celebration, with colorful flags fluttering in the wind. Do you all know who our host is today?" Tian Yuan asked clearly and articulately.
The audience shouted in unison, "Ni Ping!"
(End of this chapter)