Cross talk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is built under the stage

Jingjing doesn’t understand the baggage.

At this age, he still had to understand the burden, so he could only tilt his head and look at a group of elders.

It's the way he tilts his head.

The hearts of the elders on the side almost melted. Jing Jing was so cute at this age, no younger than Xi Xi back then.

My parents inherited it very well.

"It's okay, honey, let's continue to see your father." Yue Yunpeng, who had just come down, said, letting him take a good look.

Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping were still performing on the stage.

"Sitting by the ditch, Luan Yunping burst into tears. Seeing that Yanjing is in trouble, if I go a little further north, I can die for cross talk."

Luan Yunping echoed from the side, "I can pick watermelons as soon as I cross the ditch. What else do I need to take the test for?"

"That is!"

Qi Yuncheng nodded, because this place produces watermelons, and almost everyone sitting here is from Yanjing, so they understand this.

"You're crying. The village chief heard this cry." Qi Yuncheng turned to one side and pretended to be a character and said, "What's wrong? Are you crying so miserably?

I'm going to Yanjing. If I go a little further north, I'll be there. I want to talk about cross talk, and I want to contribute to the cause of Chinese cross talk, but now you are blocking me.

When the village chief heard this, he said, "Don't cry. I'm just going out to do errands. You can take my car." "

"This is a good-hearted person." Luan Yunping complimented.

Qi Yuncheng said: "I will carry it out for you, but it won't be delivered to the ground. Anyway, you can go north after crossing the ditch."

"As long as you can cross the ditch."

"There are still many good people."

On the stage, Qi Yuncheng looked at his partner and sighed, and Luan Yunping did the same, constantly admitting, "That's right, the village chief is a good person."

"Get in the car and walk. When you get to the place where people have to do things, tell them to get off the car. They can only send it here. I hope you can talk about cross talk well, so you can go north by yourself.

The car drove away. Luan Yunping was very grateful and bowed to the car. "

Qi Yuncheng restored the character and gave him a bow on the spot, his expression extremely happy, "Thank you."

"No thanks."

"As for where to get off the bus..."

"Where."

"Huilong Temple."

A loud bang.

The laughter in the theater appears one after another like waves.

Luan Yunping let out a surprised sound, stretched out her hand and said, "Hey, did you pull it over for me?"

Qi Yuncheng twisted his face and looked ahead, "Keep going north."

"Should I still go north?"

"Finally you can see Mount Wutai."

"Okay, we've arrived in Shanxi. Am I rushing to harvest wheat?"

Combined with the fact that the whole country was busy with the harvest, these words of Peng Na can also bring out a lot of laughter.

Qi Yuncheng, on the other hand, leaned on the crosstalk table and sighed, saying slowly, "The sky is playing tricks on people."

"What's wrong?" Luan Yunping had to ask.

"I originally went to Yanjing, but I actually walked there again. Many things couldn't be explained in a sentence or two. Later, someone asked Luan Yunping, about the exam, how much impact did your coming to Mount Wutai have on you?"

"What did I say?"

Qi Yuncheng raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head, "Poor monk..."

"Good guy, it won't have much impact. I've already become a monk?"

The two people were talking about cross talk, just for fun. The audience sitting below were also extremely relaxed, and they loved it when they saw their expressions.

Every word is funny.

Qi Yuncheng quickly answered, "I came back from Mount Wutai later, and of course the registration process was over."

"I didn't make it in time."

"So you become a crosstalk artist."

At this point, Luan Yunping felt that her brain was running out. She stretched out her hand to grab her partner's arm, her eyes looking thoughtful, "Wait a moment, I don't understand. I didn't catch up with the exam, so why did I become an artist?"

"Well, that's it, you're done anyway."

Qi Yuncheng wanted to blur the past, but Luan Yunping refused to let go, "No one understands why. How come I am an artist after doing so much farm work?"

"I say you are an artist, but if you say you are, that's the end of it."

"No, you have to talk."

He then started to be pretentious, and Qi Yuncheng's face was full of helplessness, "You don't know what to do. I said you are an artist and it's over. If you do this, many artists can't explain it at all."

The picture suddenly freezes for a second.

A large amount of noise came from Beizhan.

"The irony is so good, I seem to understand something."

"Awesome, that's what Deyun Shegan said."

"This is the Deyun Club back then."

……

In the large commotion, Qi Yuncheng continued to speak, "Don't be ashamed. I'll tell you yes and that's it."

Luan Yunping didn't react until she was at the table, "Oh, don't mention this? No resume?"

"Anyway, you are an artist, but some viewers are curious, how did he become an artist? I can only tell you, because he has improved his quality."

"I still studied later?"

"Correct."

"Then what qualities should I improve?"

"You just did a lot of good things, such as helping the old lady cross the road. You helped the old lady cross the road, and then she came back, and then it got dark."

Luan Yunping looked at the action and her expression changed, "The old lady died in my hands. Can she go home?"

Qi Yuncheng glanced at him and then looked at the audience again to explain, "I can count. I have sent old ladies across the road more than 3600 times. There are not so many old ladies, so I can only send one by myself."

"It's really awesome."

"By the way. You also helped the old man find his son."

"This too?"

"Why not." Qi Yuncheng's voice suddenly became louder, "Isn't it a good thing to help the old man find his son?"

"Yes." Luan Yunping nodded and admitted.

"The old man is sitting here. Come over. Why is the old man sitting here? Where is your son? He has gone to work. Don't be sad. I will be your son from now on."

"I'm crazy!"

Luan Yunping was completely blown away on the stage, but it was this appearance that made the cross talk atmosphere gradually become more heated, and then she explained crazily.

"Then the old man's son is back from get off work. I'll find someone to be my father when I get off work."

"Look for the next old man." Qi Yuncheng looked at him very rationally.

Luan Yunping: "I am here to be someone's son?"

Qi Yuncheng: "There are not many people who want to be fathers now, right?"

Luan Yunping: "That's right, I'm the only one who wants to be your son."

Qi Yuncheng: "Not only did I do these two good things, but the best one is great."

Luan Yunping: "What?"

Qi Yuncheng: "Fetch water for the fishermen."

The admirers nearby were already very happy at this statement and quickly stopped him, "You wait a moment to get water for the fishermen? I am guarding the water, so I need help from others." "He is busy, he When you cast a net on the boat to catch fish, you bring a basin of water to others.”

Qi Yuncheng picked up the basin and scooped it out, then handed it forward and said, "Here you go."

"How did he say?"

Qi Yuncheng took it with both hands, "Okay, okay, get out!!"

"Why don't you get out? It's just for free."

"And cheer for the farmers."

It’s another new thing, and the audience is having a lot of fun sitting under it today.

Luan Yunping took a deep breath and said calmly, "Come on, please explain."

"Farmers till the land, holding hoes."

Qi Yuncheng picked up his fan and started waving it like a hoe, "I'm covered in sweat from doing this. You stand next to me and shout, come on! Come on!"

"I'm just a waste of money."

"So these things come together to improve your quality. It is said that you have both virtue and art. Although you have no art, you are full of virtue."

"What do you care about?"

"You are an artist anyway, and you are still a seventy-three-year-old cross talk artist."

"I've been really messy in my life."

"Teacher Luan Yunping, a seventy-three-year-old cross talk artist, talks cross talk across the road at Tianjin Qilin Society at three o'clock every afternoon."

Luan Yunping suddenly thought about it and imagined the scene, "Across the road? I remember that when there were many people, the people standing over there were audience friends watching us."

"Yes. You are willing to stand on the street and perform for the audience. That fan is so happy that he can't stand it anymore. Well, here are six audiences."

"Six people looking at me?"

"These people are very happy. Oh, the artist said it so well. I love watching him. The self-media also came and posted it after filming. Look, this is the real folk art performance. What kind of drama has the Qilin Club opera been exposed to? Guo Degang, you Do you want more face?"

"Are you using me to scold Deyunshe?"

"Teacher Luan's rosy face under the scorching sun brings out Deyunshe's black heart."

"Hey." Luan Yunping became interested, "Now I can't tell the self-media that my rosy cheeks are sunburned."

"It's okay. If I tell them, they won't care. When it comes to real artists, shouldn't Deyun Society give them some shares?"

"Why?!"

The work is performed.

The entire audience couldn't sit still.

Anyone who is not stupid knows that this is a complaint against black fans on the Internet.

As soon as Qilin Club opened, there were indeed too many self-media scolds.

Swearing and everything.

And Guo Degang was helpless when he saw it from the side. This child can say anything.

"It's a bit like the situation in 2000." Yu Qian looked at the child and said coldly.

As soon as he said that, everyone around him nodded.

Not so.

Only Jingjing still didn't know what was going on, but he sat on his little bench and kept looking at his father.

Dad was talking on the stage, and there were so many uncles and aunts watching below. Even though he didn't know much, he could understand how powerful his father was.

It was this feeling that kept him watching for so long.

After watching for another ten minutes, the audience burst into applause, and the little guy finally waited until his father left the stage.

When he got off the stage, Jingjing was extremely happy, but it was impossible to hug him.

Because I was wearing a long coat, I was afraid that it would get wrinkled if I moved around, and I had to go on stage for the curtain call later.

"How about being nice, Jingjing?"

"You're so good." Yue Yunpeng helped to speak, "Sitting on the bench without moving for half an hour, how can ordinary children do this.

Not to mention sitting for half an hour, even after five minutes I start to lose concentration and want to play. "

Anyone who has children knows this, so you can imagine how you feel when you watch your little one sit there for half an hour without making any noise.

Not so well-behaved.

On the contrary, let's put it on Xixi. Let alone five minutes, even three minutes. Look here and there.

Afraid of resting his legs for even a second.

"Okay, now it's your grandpa's turn to perform. Let's go down below to rest, and then come up and watch it with dad."

"Ah."

Jingjing happily agreed.

Go down and play with dad.

Zhou Gulan and Xiaoyu prepared tea for their master and uncle early.

While preparing, several girls singing drums and songs nearby stared closely at the former. This was their captain. The captain could often interact with Teacher Qi Yuncheng, and hug and respect him at any time. They were extremely envious.

Although they can talk in the past, it is not so natural and there will only be some tension.

"Let Jingjing drink some first."

Qi Yuncheng sat down and put the little guy on his lap, then picked up the tea that was no longer hot and asked him to drink some. He should be thirsty after a night here.

After drinking the water, Zhou Gulan carried Jingjing to her side without saying a word, and even kissed her on the cheek.

The way she sat there for half an hour watching cross talk was very cute, and she even took a lot of photos.

Being kissed by Sister Lanlan made Jingjing speechless. This sister was always so enthusiastic, so she could only suffer in silence.

"Master, I heard that you are going to teach this month?"

"Just replacing Teacher Gao."

"It would be great if you could come over and teach a drum class sometime."

Zhou Gulan held Jingjing in her arms and spoke. Although she did not come from the drum music class, the team members and the girls who came today were from the drum music class. She still hoped that the master would show up in the drum music class.

She usually went to see it with teacher Yang Hetong, and it was really very prosperous.

"The Drum Music Club now has many more teachers, so I don't need to go there anymore. Besides, I have promised Teacher Gao to go to the Xiu Xi Club, so I don't have that much time this month.

Let’s talk about it later, and go see the old gentleman more by the way. "

Zhou Gulan was helpless. She still wanted to go shopping with her master so that she could show off her skills. Now more people know that she is in the small theater. Although she cannot be said to be arrogant, she is proud of herself.

If you are not proud of yourself at this age, you are no longer a child.

Not everyone can be like Qi Yuncheng, who has the psychological quality to live in two lifetimes.

Even when the master first became angry, he was high-spirited and very proud.

It's a pity that time can change a person so much. Faced with some comments, he is no longer as jealous as he was before.

The first is that he is getting older, and the second is that Deyun might not have been able to bear it in the first place, but now it is impossible. Deyunshe is already a feared army.

You don’t need to deal with every bad thing personally.

"How are you? Have you rested well? Do you want to drink water or not? Do you want to eat something?" Qi Yuncheng asked his youngest son.

Jingjing shook his head, then went down to the ground and followed his father to the side curtain to continue listening to the cross talk and feel the atmosphere of the theater.

Sometimes cross talk is about feeling the atmosphere and the actor's state of speaking. Once you understand this, it is much better than just memorizing the words.

Whether the baggage makes a sound or not depends mostly on this.

But not to mention Jingjing taking it seriously, even Zhou Gulan was taking it seriously, as if he wanted to learn more.

Looking at her expression, Qi Yuncheng shook his head. A drummer had to be involved in cross talk. He didn't know what was wrong with her. (End of chapter)