The countdown time to the party has slowly become zero.
Today is a very lively day. There is a social event for the national team. People who are participating in the performance and watching the performance are almost ready in the conference room.
The national team has a relatively large conference hall, where in addition to holding commendation meetings, everyone can enjoy theatrical performances. The conference hall can accommodate one to two thousand people, and many team members will come here to enjoy the program whenever there is a party.
The team members will be somewhat tired after training for a long time, and the gala is one of their many activities.
As long as the team members do not participate in large-scale competitions, no one will be absent from these activities and will gather here to enjoy everyone's performances.
Xu Xin had already taken a seat in the conference room. The design here was very rational, using a stepped design to ensure that every team member could see the performance on the rostrum.
She chose a central position so that she could sit down and clearly see their performances. The position in the middle was the C position. No matter what angle the performance was on the stage, she would see it very clearly without any angle error. In other positions, the performance is more or less substandard. In this position, Xu Xin still begged her teammates and took her Chinese pen to change it.
This pen is her birthday gift. She has been looking forward to having a pen that can be signed by her day and night. It cost her more than half of her father's salary. Now she has traded with her teammates for this central position. Although she seems to be at a disadvantage, There is no loss in her psychology at all.
She felt it was worth it to see Lin Hui and the others performing on the stage.
Lin Hui Jianhua's program was arranged in the third position, and Wenya's art troupe also came to participate in the party. Wenya's program happened to be in front of Jianhua, and was arranged in the second position.
The first show is being performed now, and Yuan Wenya's art troupe has already taken the stage to prepare.
Jianhua sat at the bottom and watched Wenya and the others leave their seats to prepare for the stage. His eyes never moved from Wenya's body. Until the elegant shadow disappeared from his sight.
The first program is so long!
Why hasn't the performance finished yet? When will it be Wenya's turn to perform? Jianhua clasped his hands tightly and waited anxiously. Eagerly looking forward to Yuan Wenya's performance, he poked his head to see if there was any shadow of Yuan Wenya behind the curtain on the stage.
Finally, the first program came to a perfect curtain call, and the host ushered in. The host walked to the center of the stage with steady steps, picked up the microphone in his hand and said: "I would like to invite the next show Jinshan Beijing."
After the host finished speaking, he retreated from another exit.
The curtain slowly opened, and along with the music on the radio, a woman held up her sleeves and led other actors to the center of the stage one after another.
In their day, cassettes were put on the radio to play popular songs of the time, and people danced joyfully. This is already the envy of everyone in their generation.
Not to mention how happy anyone would be to have a three-turn and one-ring radio. They were considered very wealthy at that time, not to mention that it was impossible to buy a radio. It was hard to get a ticket. Even if you had money, you didn't have a radio ticket.
Only large-scale units and companies will buy them. Households do not have radios at all.
Listening to the radio on the Jinshan Mountain in Beijing, the light shines in all directions...
