Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Wu Shaobai smiled, sitting up straight, about fifty centimeters away from the microphone, and even the amplified voice from the microphone, along with his own real voice, echoed in the library together.

　　"This poem is "Inscription on Qingcao Lake in Longyang County" written by Tang Wenru, a poet in the Yuan Dynasty. Some viewers may ask, Mr. Xiao Wu, the storytelling's final poem is either to persuade people to be kind, or to closely link The subject of the book you want to talk about, why did you suddenly start reciting poetry?”

　　His smile became more and more gentle, and there was a very unique texture and emotion in his voice.

　　"Actually, the final poem I wanted to talk about today is not this one. But you all saw it just now. I just stood here for a while. Right?"

　　The audience nodded in unison.

　　"Why? In fact, there has been no conclusion on the subject of setting poems since ancient times. As long as the truth is not crooked... Right? Because the storyteller claims to be a gentleman, every word he says cannot be used to ask others to kill and set fire. So , as long as it is to persuade people to be kind, or to talk about the beauty of life, or to be playful and make bookers laugh, it will be fine. So, today I specially selected a song... It does not sound very suitable for this season. The poem. As for the reason~ it's also because of you all."

　　He lifted the air with both hands up to show his respect for the audience.

　　"The reason why I say that... Hey, it's like this. Just when I was standing there just now, I suddenly remembered something."

　　Pointing to his position just now, he said:

　　"At the beginning, I actually liked listening to cross talk, storytelling, etc., but if you want to learn, it's not enough. And when did I start to learn cross talk? It was in 2000. Millennium 12 On the 8th of the month, my parents took me to lie in Tianjin. Why did you go?...Hey, sir, you seem to have remembered it, right?"

　　Wu Shaobai smiled and handed a sentence to an old man sitting on the left who was drinking tea.

　　The old man nodded:

　　"Ma Sanye's farewell performance."

　　"good."

　　Wu Shaobai gave a thumbs up.

　　"December 2000, 12, Tianjin People's Stadium. At the age of 8, Mr. Ma Sili, a cross talk master, held a farewell performance for the 87th anniversary of his career in art. At that time, the old man had already suffered from bladder cancer. But I was only 80 at that time. At the age of 10, although he has acquired medical skills, he is still in a state of ignorance about life and death. I just thought that Mr. Ma Sili's "Fun with You" and "Buy a Monkey" were particularly good, so I begged my parents to take me there. Yes, Mr. 87 years old, in fact, whether it is voice, voice, or physical strength has declined. But it also contributed to a wonderful performance. And in the end..."

　　His eyes filled with regret and recollection.

　　"In the end, it was because of his old man's words that he strengthened my dream of learning cross talk. I remember that the last performance was over, and the old gentleman made his final return. The whole venue was applauded like thunder. Stop. Ma Lao stood in the middle of the stage, clasping his fists and shaking hands in all directions. At that time, many people shed tears. On the big screen behind the stage, Ma Lao wears that special thick big lens, with a smile on his face, but eyes There is an expression of tears but not wanting to fall, wanting to laugh but unable to laugh because of a sour nose. In the end, when returning to the scene, it is reasonable to say some words such as how much emotion I have been in the art for so many years. .But his old man didn't."¨"

　　"The old man only said three words and asked a question."

　　"He stood in the middle of the stage and asked in a hoarse voice to so many people in the theater at the time: Am I worth it? Just these three words, followed by a few minutes of applause..."

　　Reminiscing about myself... It was a little fuzzy before the rebirth, but after the rebirth, the memory is very clear. Although Wu Shaobai's voice has no other emotions, all the audience can feel the emotions suppressed in their hearts.

　　"Since then, I have been firm in my dream of learning cross talk. And these years... as you all know, Quyi Xing is really in a downturn. Except for the Deyun Club, other theaters, Yuanzi, Opera may be okay, but cross talk, and storytelling performed by non-famous artists, don’t talk about selling tickets. No one will go to the gift ticket (promise is good). It’s a waste of time. But what about today? Look. Storytelling, library, full of pits and valleys, full of seats."

　　As the audience shook their heads left and right, Wu Shaobai chuckled and said slowly:

　　"Once, I heard from my master that many of the children they learned together changed careers. Then in the years before cross talk got better, everyone gathered together. When I heard that my master was still insisting on cross talk, people would say, "Don't do it." Say it, no one listens, it wastes so much time, and you have time to do what you want, it's not worth it. But now, in front of all of you, I want to say something..."

　　With full of emotion and a very firm emotion, he said word by word:

　　"The world is the most worthwhile!"

　　"it is good!!!"

　　The applause was thunderous.

　　Backstage, Zhang Wenshun and Jin Wensheng clapped and laughed.

　　Good personal room...the most worthwhile! .

Chapter 174

　　"This is the temporary feeling of a junior in me."

　　In the prolonged applause of the audience, Wu Shaobai waved his hand:

　　"Let me tell you all, and it can be considered as an introduction to why I have embarked on this road... Okay, okay."

　　Seeing that the audience was still applauding, Wu Shaobai quickly raised his hand and pressed it down, shaking his burden suddenly.

　　"I'll go back to the muscle knots of applauding and clapping in a while. People who know think you're here to listen to books. People who don't know think you've gone to the gym."

　　The audience laughed.

　　Wu Shaobai coughed lightly:

　　"Okay, then let's not gossip. Today is a one-hour session for me~ a while, it's Mr. Jin's "Shooting Liu Hanchen", I just eavesdropped on the backstage for a while, good guy, old gentleman It sucks to hold back. After hearing so many female audience members, I have to hurry up and end it early... Hehe, I don't!"

　　"Oh!!!"

　　After listening to yesterday's "Wu Daoran", some audience members quickly cheered.

　　Wu Shaobai raised his head:

　　"Where in the world are so many cheap things taken up by the old gentleman? Right. So today I will talk to you more, let's fight for it, and talk for an extra half hour. Okay?"

　　"it is good!!!"

　　With the enthusiastic response and applause of the audience, the book "Wu Daoran" was opened.

　　"Last time we said that the magical doctor Wu Daoran was passing through Jinan Mansion, and when he passed a mass grave in the wilderness, the bell on the banner was ding-dong..."

　　With Wu Shaobai's slow narration, the first story of "Wu Daoran" was slowly narrated in the opening chapter after [-] o'clock in the Deyun Library.

　　In fact, this first story is very simple.

　　Really want to say nothing more than a few hundred words can end.

　　Wu Daoran encountered a female ghost who called her "Dilian", the daughter of a farmer in Jinan Prefecture.His parents died early, and he has a younger brother.The younger brother went out to play and found four or four cents of silver coins under the tree. Dilian was not happy yet, but the younger brother was caught by a few men who had been standing by the side for a long time.

　　It turned out that the money under the tree was not lost by anyone, but the young lady of Zhang Yuanwai's family in Jinan Prefecture passed away early. It might not hinder the loneliness of Miss Zhang's journey to the underworld, and when she came back to disturb strangers, she would have a ghost marriage for Miss Zhang's family.

　　And the man who picked up the money was the husband-in-law outside the Zhang family, who swallowed mercury, lead and mercury, and was buried together with the young lady of the Zhang family as a ghost couple in a coffin.

　　Dilian refused to let her, but the Zhang family relied on her nephew to be the head of the Jinan County Yap, and was domineering. A few servants killed Dilian at will, and in order to prevent Dilian from turning into an evil ghost and returning to take revenge, she also used black blood. After drenching the tomb, she was trapped in the tomb and could not get out.

　　When Wu Daoran learned of this, he promised to fight with the female ghost Di Lian.He also ordered Jinan government to introduce the female ghost Dilian to learn the reason for the case, cut off the heads of Zhang Yuanwai and other perpetrators, and made a clear statement.

　　In the end, the genius doctor Wu Daoran did not seek fame, but asked for a pot of wine and disappeared in front of everyone.

　　That's the story.

　　Not complicated.

　　Even with today's narrative structure, there are still some one-liners.

　　It's not just this one story, it's the same throughout.So Wu Shaobai has been trying to refine the book and add a lot of vivid content since he got the book.

　　Such as dialogue, such as mental activities and so on.

　　And with his narration...

　　Gradually, the audience felt a little cold...

　　Ghost marriage is a very feudal custom that originated in ancient times, but it is difficult for ordinary people to contact.

　　And no one wants to be in touch.

　　Because as long as they are in contact, it definitely means that something bad has happened at home.

　　However, human beings are always curious about the unknown.

　　Wu Shaobai has checked a lot of information in this regard, but he really has to admit that...one is more infiltrating than the other.

　　But fortunately, he still has a conscience, knowing that it is night, try not to say too much about this kind of thing, so try to simplify it as much as possible.

　　But even so, the audience still felt a chill in their hearts when they heard it.

　　……

　　"Everyone, this ghost marriage is different from our normal marriage. If you say it is the form of two dead people buried together, it is better. But the most desperate thing is this kind of wedding between the living and the dead..."

　　"Where do you think that half-year-old child has experienced this? When the husband and wife bowed to each other, the corpse fell down, and a terrifying face full of blue and purple corpses fell down with the swaying of the red hijab..."

　　"The child doesn't obey, and I see the adults around me with hideous faces and ugliness everywhere. At this moment, I just hope that some immortal can save him. It is when the sky is called and the earth is called dead, and suddenly the Listen to a loud shout from outside: Infinite ~ Tianzun..."

　　Along with Wu Shaobai's narration, the hearts of everyone who had been holding on to him suddenly became warm when Wu Shaobai shouted "Infinite Heavenly Venerate" from the high seat.

　　Physician!Wu Daoran is here!

　　Oh my god... Mr. Wu finally came out.

　　Don't say that the kid is going to be scared to death if we don't come out...we're going to be scared to death ourselves.

　　……

　　In the crowd, Zhou Qiong and Ai Baoliang, who came late in a hurry after Wu Shaobai's opening, sat at the end, listening to melon seeds and peanuts with great interest.

　　"Midnight" itself is a suspense thriller show.

　　Ai Baoliang, who has been dealing with various ghost stories, horror and murder novels all the year round, has long been used to it.And if Zhou Qiong wasn't bold, he wouldn't be able to do the position of director of "Midnight".

　　So compared to the other audiences who were a little scared, the two of them listened to it with great fun.

　　Ai Baoliang kept nodding.

　　Not to mention... the smell revealed in this story is really similar to those ghost mothers who eat children in Liao Zhai, faceless painted skin girls and the like.

　　And Mr. Wu's storytelling is also wonderful.

　　Although I don't see the figure, occasionally the comments on some links are exceptionally brilliant.

　　It really came this time today.

　　Compared with his idea of ​​linking "Liao Zhai", Zhou Qiong is much simpler.

　　She has an idea in her head now.

　　"No, I have to tell Mr. Wu, this "Wu Daoran"...it's going to be broadcast at midnight!"

　　"...Oh yes, this time...you must give me money!"

　　The girl eating melon seeds thought so. .

Chapter 175

　　"The dead soul Dilian knelt down on both knees and said in her mouth: My parents are officials, Wu Shenyi, now the wicked are slaughtered, and my younger brother is rescued. The two kind little girls have nothing to repay, just ask the heaven and earth to have eyes, and allow me to have four hoofs and broad backs in the next life. , I would like to be a mount for the divine doctor, carrying a benefactor in return for this great kindness! Great virtue!"

　　"Whether the officials present or the yamen, seeing that the soul of the dead woman is so affectionate and righteous, but she has lost her life in these two decades, and I can't help but sigh, and I feel sad in my heart. And Wu Shenyi Woolen cloth?"

　　"When he heard these words, he glanced at Zhang Yuan, who was being punished under the audacity, and looked at the little boy who was weak but had tears in the warm water tub...he was very disappointed. He took out again. He gave out an elixir and fed it to the child's mouth, turned around and said to Na Dilian: "The time has come, and reincarnated~~ Let's go."