Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　"Yes~"

　　"..."

　　Looking at Wu Shaobai, whose face was a little overwhelmed, the audience under the stage also shouted:

　　"Singer~"

　　"Good guy, you are not too dirty."

　　Listening to Wu Shaobai's words, the audience laughed again:

　　"Ah~~~"

　　Hearing these movements, Wu Shaobai's mother, Yan Liyun, who had been sitting on the standard board from the beginning to the present, was full of female soldiers and looked around in surprise... Then she whispered to her lover Wu Qingzheng next to her:

　　"The current cross talk...is that how you hear it? It's coaxing?"

　　Wearing glasses, Wu Qingzheng, who looks like a middle-aged scholar, shook his head:

　　"I don't know. It's the first time I've heard this kind of cross talk in a theater."

　　After hearing his words, Wu Qingyuan, Wu Shaobai's second uncle, leaned in and laughed:

　　"Brother, what Shaobai said is really interesting. It's very fresh, and it's a bit of a joke here. It's really different from what we think. It's a bit like listening to the cross talk of Master Ma Sa on the tape recorder when I was a child."

　　"It's alright, alright, let's listen to the child continue to talk... Is that a bamboo board? Are you two going to sing?"

　　Just as the Wu family was talking, Yue Yunpeng and Wu Shaobai had already completed the middle stage, one played "Singer Singer" and the other played "fancier", and the two were ready to play "Demolition of the West Wing".

　　Wu Qingyuan's daughter-in-law, Wu Shaobai's second aunt, just finished speaking, when he heard the crisp sound of the bamboo boards on the stage.

　　The three of them looked over and saw Wu Shaobai holding a board in his hand, with a flying look on his face. After tapping the rhythm, suddenly, a loud voice wandered in the venue.

　　Turn the door high.

　　Throat is clean.

　　Crisp and great!

　　"Yingying sits sullenly with her hands on her cheeks! Shouting Hongniang, come here quickly~"

　　Some old viewers thought in a trance that Guo De just came out... But I have to admit that this voice "Demolition of the West Wing" is really comfortable.

　　The smell of an old artist came out instantly.

　　Even Wu Shaobai's grandfather nodded unconsciously, narrowed his eyes, and his fingers on his knees followed the rhythm of the board and waited for the next sentence.Yue Yunpeng on the stage suddenly put the jade board in his hand on the table:

　　"This is the end of today's performance, goodbye everyone, thank you."

　　After speaking, go downstairs.

　　"Hey, come back!"

　　Wu Shaobai chased after the audience's laughter.

　　(A lot of encouragement in the comment area, I will keep it in my heart, thank you for your support.).

Chapter 39

　　The old audience was already familiar with Yue Yunpeng's appearance of walking backstage after disagreeing, and they all laughed, seeming to like it very much.Even Wu Qingzheng couldn't help but look back...

　　good guy...

　　Are these people here to listen to cross talk or to coax?

　　Why do you still say don't come back and "go down"?

　　On the stage.

　　Wu Shaobai pulled the child back and spoke to the microphone:

　　"Do you want to die!"

　　Xiaoyueyue didn't say a word, his facial features squeezed in the middle, and the audience who watched made another cry.

　　"No, what's wrong with you? I'm singing right now, you can leave as you say? Your song~singer is too immoral."

　　Wu Shaobai deliberately turned a corner in the singer's three notes, which was very interesting.

　　Then Yue Yunpeng spoke:

　　"No, Wu Shaobai, you didn't do that. Yes, I know, you sing high, but you can't make trouble (toss) people like this? Geer~Singer's brand is broken, and then you plan to inherit my identity and enter the singing world?"

　　"Hahahahaha~"

　　In the audience's laughter, Wu Shaobai quickly handed over:

　　"Oh, I'm sorry, Teacher Yue. Do you dislike the tone of your voice?"

　　"Isn't it tall?"

　　"Is this... tall? Haven't you heard my name Xiaofan? Or I'll call you a... Once I see the princess..."

　　"Go, go, go, play and play!"

　　Yue Yunpeng pushed him, but the audience was not happy.

　　They really haven't heard this sound called Xiaofan, but just listening to this tune before the tune is so high, what does the last sound look like?

　　Seeing that it was blocked...how can it be done?

　　"one comes!"

　　"one comes!!!"

　　"Come here now~"

　　Listening to the audience's applause, Wu Shaobai pointed to the audience:

　　"Look at it... It's not a big deal to watch the fun."

　　"Hahahaha~"

　　But what the two of them wanted to sing was "Demolition of the West Wing" after all, and when Xiaofan came out, the audience would definitely lose their attention, so he waved his hand:

　　"Let's not come. If I sing this tune, our song ~ ~ the singer may drown his head on the ground. That's not suitable... In this way, Teacher Yue, then I... A little lower. ?"

　　"You have to be low. Otherwise, I won't sing anymore. If you lose half of the money in the opening, it's a waste of effort. I'm doing it for your own good, baby~"

　　"Hahahaha~"

　　Yue Yunpeng's baby on the left and a song on the right~~singer, made the audience laugh again.

　　Wu Shaobai stopped arguing and shook his head helplessly:

　　"Then come on. You start the tune, and I'll follow your tune. Is this the head office?"

　　"I'm coming? Okay, let's continue. I sing you fight, you sing me fight, baby, I'll take you and play some high-tech for you."

　　This is completely alive.

　　The two began to dismantle the board and tune a sentence.

　　It's time to show some real work.

　　After talking, the two sides reached an agreement.

　　"Yingying sit sullenly with her hands on her cheeks~"

　　Before the next sentence came out, I suddenly heard Wu Shaobai say:

　　"Huh, this little widow's voice..."

　　"Screw you!"

　　In the laughter of the audience, Yue Yunpeng pushed him:

　　"Hurry up, the backstage people are still waiting."

　　"Eh, come on. One sentence per person, right?"

　　"Yes. Hit the board with you."

　　Ding dong, ding ding dong ding ding dong...

　　With a rhythmic allegro, Yue Yunpeng sang:

　　"Yingying sits sullenly, her hands resting on her cheeks~ Shouting Matchmaker~ Come here quickly!"

　　After singing, he started to play the board, Wu Shaobai stopped immediately, and there was hardly any interruption when the two bamboo boards were handed over.

　　And Wu Shaobai sang:

　　"Your girl has something, this unknown thing~ You have to make it clear from the beginning!"

　　After the transliteration of "thing", he suddenly mentioned KEY.

　　But since there is only one, it is not obvious.But if you want to sing naturally, the KEY has already risen, and Yue Yunpeng has to continue singing along with it, and cannot drop.

　　"You girl, I am the daughter of this boudoir~~"

　　The widow's voice, dubbed by Wu Shaobai, began to follow the previous tone.

　　"I always dislike rouge and powder~"

　　After singing this sentence, he felt that something was wrong, but when he arrived at Wu Shaobai's place, he quietly mentioned a KEY again.

　　"Zhang Junrui was originally a guest of the Tang Dynasty~"

　　"Ok?"

　　Yue Yunpeng, who was hitting the board, made a puzzled sound.

　　When the next sentence, "Our niece Song's three generations of women's skirts and hairpins", sure enough, Wu Shaobai made another tune.

　　Now even the audience can hear it.

　　Someone under the stage laughed lightly, but the old man in the first row narrowed his eyes.

　　Nodding slightly as he tapped his fingers along with two voices of different timbres.

　　Wu Qingzheng next to him noticed his father's movements and patted his daughter-in-law.Seeing this, Yan Liyun quickly patted Wu Qingzheng... Then the whole family finally set their sights on Wu Xianliang...

　　Seeing his father squinting and enjoying, everyone smiled slightly.