Becoming a Global Superstar Starting as an Idol Trainee

The Mid-Autumn Festival is the most important traditional festival in China. National TV has spent a lot of money on the stage of this Mid-Autumn Festival Gala - three-dimensional presentation, 3D effect display, and high-altitude mobile stage.

After the host announced the curtain, the lighting engineer turned off half of the lights in the audience, Chen Minhao walked to the middle of the stage, and the accompaniment sounded.

The LED screen behind the stage smoothly slides into pictures: in the obstetrics and gynecology department, the picture of the father holding the baby and laughing, the picture of the father holding the child's small hand with his big hand, and the picture of the father covering his son with an umbrella on a rainy day, but he himself But drenched picture.

While the audience held their breath looking at the pictures, Chen Minhao pointed into the microphone and said, "I always ask you for money, but never say thank you. I didn't realize that it's not easy for you until I grow up."

Zhang Xushan in the director's hall praised: "No matter what the next part is, the song is sung steadily. I have heard it several times during the rehearsal, but now I still feel a little sore when I hear it."

"Thank you for everything you do. You support our home with both hands. You always try your best to give me the best." Maybe because Chen's father was at the scene, the picture of Chen's father giving him the real estate certificate appeared in Chen Minhao's mind. When I heard that the orchid played a big role, I laughed excitedly.

Many viewers in the audience were secretly wiping away their tears, but the director's hall fell into silence, and the eyes of two young girls were red.

Only the assistant director Wang Shuang's eyes stared like copper bells. He let the director who was sitting in the seat but said nothing, get out of the way, sat on the chair himself, turned on the microphone, and connected the cameraman's headset.

"What are you photographers doing! Take pictures of the audience's reaction."

"There is a person crying in the second row of Area C, hurry up and take a picture. Oh, who told you to take a picture of that person. That person is so ugly, why do you take a picture of him, take a close-up of the girl with the red hat in the second row, yes That's right, it's the one who cried so hard."

"There is also a close-up of the seventh row in D area, that is, the girl crying on his father's body."

"Very good, very good, now show the camera to Chen Minhao's parents, they are in the first row of Block C, seats 8 and 9, they seem to be holding hands now, wait for the camera to scan the details of their holding hands, perfect. Wait. When Chen Minhao interacts with them, don’t just take pictures of Chen Minhao and his father, remember to include his mother too, we will create a warm feeling of family.”

Chen Minhao raised his microphone slightly, and roared, "Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me? The child you care about has grown up!"

"Cut the camera to Chen Minhao now, you guys zoom in a little bit closer, if you don't take a close-up of such a handsome face, what are you waiting for?"

"Very good, now switch the camera to the two hosts. Forget it, don't shoot them, the audience in the audience is crying, Sang Anzhen has a smiling face over there, what does she want? Is she going to rebel?"

"Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me? The child you care about has grown up!" Chen Minhao's performance of "Father" finally came to an end.

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and Chen Minhao bowed deeply to the stage.

The hostess Sang Anzhen walked towards the middle of the stage in a yellow evening dress, and said, "Thank you Chen Minhao for bringing us this beautiful and tear-jerking song "Father"."

Assistant director Wang Shuang yelled into the microphone again: "Photographer, didn't I just say, don't shoot Sang Anzhen, and don't shoot her when she is talking, Sang Anzhen is smiling so much that even her eight teeth are showing." , Is there anything good to shoot. Take more pictures of the tearful audience in the audience."

The male host Zuo Guanghua walked up to Chen Minhao: "Your song "Father" has touched countless people. When I finished listening to this song for the first time, I hid in the bathroom and brought a song for my dad. Phone, can you tell me what was in your mind when you wrote this song?"

Chen Minhao picked up the microphone, ready to speak. Wang Shuang immediately turned to the microphone in the director's hall: "Chen Minhao's eyes are shining with tears now, now hurry up and point the camera at him, and then take a close-up of his expression, the kind that freezes."

Chen Minhao said with a smile: "Actually, my dad always opposed me being an idol and artist. When I was a trainee, every time I went home, my dad would tell me, do you know how many steamed buns I sold today? Do you know how much money I earned for you today? If you don't want to study, you might as well sell buns with me.

These words, every time I go home he will say. If I don't come home for a while, he will call me and tell me. "

The audience in the audience and in front of the TV burst into laughter. Father Chen and Mother Chen clasped their hands and looked at each other.

Chen Minhao's voice suddenly became a little low: "But after I officially debuted, my income immediately increased, and after I received the first payment, I transferred the money to my dad.

Then tell him, Dad, you often say how many buns you sell a day and how much money you can make. The money I make in a week is more than what you make in a year. Then after I got home, he never told me how many buns he sold in a day.

Today I know that he is watching TV now. In fact, I regret after saying those words, but I still don't know how to say them. "

The audience in the audience and in front of the TV laughed even more happily, while Father Chen who was sitting in the audience stared closely at Chen Minhao, his mind was spinning fast, there was no such link when he followed Chen Qiang to watch their rehearsal in the morning. And I'm on the scene now, why did he emphasize that I'm in front of the TV.

In the director's room, Wang Shuang said: "Cameraman, now cut the camera to Chen's father and Chen's mother. The expressions of the two of them are very good, you can take a close-up, and now I will cut the camera to Chen Minhao."

Chen Minhao continued to add: "These words have been suppressed in my heart for a year. I hope you can forgive that ignorant and impolite son back then. You can raise such a troublesome son and still face everyone with a smile every day. , Dad, you are my life's role model."

In the studio, Wang Shuang jumped up excitedly from his chair and said, "Now Chen Minhao's expression is frozen for two seconds, and then Chen Minhao's father's head is turned away. Just scan your camera. The audience doesn't know yet. This is Chen Minhao's father.

"Now the camera is immediately focused on the girl in the second row of Area C, yes, it is the girl in the red hat who cried so much at first, and now is crying loudly. With such cooperation, I almost thought she was invited by us What about it?"

The host Zuo Guanghua said with a smile: "Today we invited Chen Minhao and your father to the scene."

Chen Minhao suddenly showed an incredulous expression.

Zuo Guanghua rubbed Chen Minhao's shoulders and said, "If you want to say anything, just say it in front of your father."

Chen Minhao showed an embarrassed expression, and Father Chen waved his hands quickly. shook his head.

In the studio, Wang Shuang was so excited that he stepped on the chair with one foot, lowered his head and said to the microphone: "Very good, very good, now let's take a close-up of the expressions of the two of them. The expressions of the father and son are very shy. It is this kind of real father-son relationship in China, and it is difficult for the grown-up children to express their love for the old father, so the audience will have a more sense of substitution."

Chen Minhao "looked around for a week", saw his father sitting in the first row of Area C, walked over quickly, and said, "Hey, Dad."