Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da Author: I want to go back to the past

The elders in the country can tolerate me, and don’t make money in the world.”

Wu Shaobai stood in the middle of the stage, bowing to the audience of tens of thousands of people.

He is recognized by everyone as the first brother of Deyun, and also recognized by the world as one of the pioneer promoters of a big step forward in the progress of mankind's victory over disease.From a rescue cross talk in the winter of 06, to begging him to cheer him up and begging him to tease a cross talk all-rounder, to the stand-up cross talk "Wu Daoran" full of academic controversy, and the 10 years that fans talked about, seven The legendary story of the seven cities of the sun stabilizing the rivers and mountains of Deyun Society...

The legendary story of the return of rebirth, in the name of Teacher Yu's founding disciple, was honored as "Mr. Wu" by fans, and that's how it began.

Sasha white clothes, the son is as rich as jade.A humble scholar, a gentleman and a country scholar are unparalleled!

Chapter 1

　　06 years.

　　Tianjin Bayi Auditorium Theater.

　　This theater originally belonged to the army and was mainly used for cultural performances, which could accommodate 800 to 1200 people.Later, because of the need to generate income and the limited number of military performances a year, an auditorium of this size could not be idle all the time, so it was gradually opened for civilian use, and it was used by some second-rate singers, stars, or some commercial companies in demand. Doing acupuncture to rent commercial performances.

　　what?

　　Why are only second-rate singers coming, you ask?

　　Isn't this nonsense, the first-class singers have already held a concert at the Tianjin Grand Theater or a certain stadium, who can afford to eat and drink in such a venue with about a thousand people?

　　At this moment, there was a lot of noise in the Bayi Auditorium, and audience members kept coming in, holding tickets and looking for their seats.While walking through the crowded sidewalk, I shouted "excuse me", "excuse me", "Ouch, sister, look at the child, I just came in from outside, the wind and snow are so big, don't take the snow with the child to catch a cold. ."

　　The unique Tianjin dialect has an unusual sense of humor, and the theater is full of voices. Although the environment is noisy, it is very lively, revealing a human touch everywhere.

　　The performance hasn't started yet, but judging from the stage layout, it shouldn't be a singer singing.

　　There is a huge fan pattern on the table, full of the taste of folk art.

　　In the middle of the fan, three words are written:

　　Deyun Society

　　In the winter of 05, these three words suddenly came like a spring breeze overnight, mixing a very grass-roots name with the wind and blowing it all over the country.At the same time, a very unique, but has been in decline for many years, market art has re-entered the public's field of vision.

　　crosstalk.

　　Deyun Society---Guo Degang--- belongs to grass-roots cross talk.

　　These three unique labels jumped into everyone's attention in the year when the old man, Ben Shan, who was the king of sketches from the Northeast, came out with the news of his retirement from the Spring Festival Gala.

　　But now, Tianjin-born Guo Degang has finally returned to his hometown after a long absence after gaining a firm foothold in Sijiucheng. He wants to bring his grass-roots crosstalk, which does not seek high-level education but seeks to entertain the public, to his hometown. parents and folks.

　　The performance has not yet started, but because of the "grassroots" label, it has become an instant hit, and the theater is already full of friends, waiting for the opening.

　　The opening time is 7:6, and it is now 34:[-] Yanjing time.

　　……

　　Backstage.

　　Guo Degang's agent, Wang Hai, walked into the waiting room with a sullen face.

　　There were only four people in the waiting room, including Wang Hai.

　　Guo Degang, the head of the Deyun Club, Yu Xuan with thick hair and a cigarette beside him, and a quiet-eyed teenager.

　　As soon as Wang Hai came in, seeing his face, Guo Degang felt a sigh in his heart, and hurriedly asked:

　　"How? Do people agree?"

　　Hearing this, Wang Hai's expression was like stepping on dog shit:

　　"These grandchildren are so bullying. They said that the time you rented is from 7:10 to 7:[-], and we will pull the curtain at [-]:[-]. It's your own business if you can't get on."

　　"..."

　　Guo Degang's expression changed, while Yu Xuan's expression was also full of sullenness.

　　But Yu Xuan was older than Guo Degang after all, after thinking about it, he still said:

　　"Degang."

　　"Brother Xing'er, say it."

　　"Let's call and ask? Ask where they are. It's been more than three hours since we left, and it should be coming soon."

　　As soon as the voice fell, the young man opened his mouth.

　　"Master."

　　Yu Xuan turned his head:

　　"what happened?"

　　"I just asked about the biscuits. They just passed the Xiaoheqiao toll station, because the highway was blocked by heavy snow, all the cars going back and forth were on the provincial road, and there was a long queue at Xiaoheqiao. The driver said that the fastest half an hour , the slowest one hour, will definitely be able to arrive."

　　Saying that, the teenager revealed an ordinary-looking Casio electronic watch in his hand:

　　"It's 6:40 now. It must be too late."

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　The expressions of the other three were speechless.

　　And Wang Hai looked at the two of them and said tentatively:

　　"Or... brother, let's start."

　　"It's okay to start."

　　Yu Xuan shook his head and looked at Guo Degang with a very ugly face:

　　"It's just... We've saved the money. If it's in the opening... it doesn't matter where we put it elsewhere. This is Tianjin, a cross talk nest. This layman is blind to other people, can he blind the people here? Now I can't specify how many. The peers are sitting and waiting to see our jokes..."

　　"what is it now……"

　　Wang Hai was also helpless.

　　At this moment, the boy with the Casio watch suddenly coughed:

　　"Master..."

　　"what?"

　　Yu Xuan looked at his apprentice, who had just accepted for half a year, with a sad expression on his face.

　　The young man who was at most sixteen or seventeen years old still had a calm expression, as if the stone Buddha, who was not surprised, pulled out a white coat from the side, and slowly took off his watch.

　　Putting the watch on the table in the waiting room, he looked at Wang Hai:

　　"Uncle Hai, tell me a story later."

　　"Shaobai, you..."

　　Wang Hai and Guo Degang looked over together.

　　I saw the young man smile slightly:

　　"The uncle is home. In front of the elders in his hometown, he is the face, and we disciples and grandchildren are the lizi. The face invites someone to eat a cigarette, and the lizi will kill someone if he is not good. The face must be clean at all times. I can't keep it, so I'll do the opening job. If I can hold on, I won't lose face. I'll be ashamed..."

　　Saying that, he looked at Guo Degang and Yu Xuan:

　　"Master and uncle brought me back for the second game."

　　The voice fell, and the coat was displayed and draped over the body.

　　Heroic and valiant, Moshang's son is like jade.

　　The young man looked at Wang Hai and said;

　　"Uncle Hai, prepare for the announcement. This is the opening: "On Dialects", performer: Wu Shaobai."

　　"...Single mouth!?"

　　"Single mouth."

　　Young man... No, Wu Shaobai said.

　　(The old author’s new book, although everyone who knows what quality assurance is said will look like farts, but I still want to say something, I wrote it with heart, you think it’s okay to read, please don’t be stingy with the flower evaluation tickets and comments in your hand to correct your opinions, Thank you.).

Chapter 2

　　Backstage.

　　Wu Shaobai carefully tidied up his coat again. Through the gap in the curtain, he looked at the crowded audience outside, his eyes full of sighs.

　　"If you could live again, would you still choose this path?"

　　This is a voice that appeared in Wu Shaobai's mind after drinking at a company's annual meeting.

　　At that time, in a daze, he said directly:

　　"will not."

　　The voice asked again:

　　"Then what kind of life would you choose?"

　　"Of course it's another... hiccup, a way!"

　　Lying alone on the sofa in the villa, he was babbling alone, and Wu Shaobai, who had no one to wipe his face with a hot towel, said.

　　"Is this road bad now? Inherit the family business and develop it."

　　"What do you call it? I drink like this, and there is no one at home to talk to."

　　The drunk Wu Shaobai seemed to be inspired by the restlessness in his heart for so many years, and murmured:

　　"If I can really live again...I will definitely choose my favorite industry...what a bastard...what's wrong...I don't care...I don't care... I... I... vomit..."