Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Everyone saw that his fingers swiped a small distance of about ten centimeters from left to right.

　　Hou Zhen looked disgusted:

　　"Huh, it's really short."

　　Wu Shaobai ignored him and continued:

　　"My heart said that this is a thief! Step forward, twist your waist, push the door and go out, using a move to fight the night and hide the sword in all directions..."

　　This time, when he grabbed the fan, he grabbed it with the other hand, and when he shouted "Bafang at Night", the fan that originally surrounded his body became wrapped around his neck.

　　After going around such a circle...the good night battle Bafang Hidden Sword Stance turned into wiping the neck, and before he even finished speaking, he was about to lie down on the ground in an instant.

　　"Dead!?"

　　Hou Zhen quickly helped him.

　　"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

　　The audience looked at his hilarious pose and laughed.With Hou Zhen's help, Wu Shaobai, who stood firm, threw the fan on the table and said:

　　"Have you seen it? This kind of storytelling has become a life-threatening activity, but you can't learn it. So, this is like a mountain, and some things are determined by hard conditions. ."

　　Hou Zhen nodded:

　　"Hey, after seeing how you have made storytelling a life-threatening situation, I understand, that's true."

　　"There is another kind of learning that cross talk actors must learn."

　　"what is it then?"

　　"It's just a little tune."

　　"Oh~ Yanjing Xiaoqu'er."

　　"Hey, that's right. We are performing at the North Exhibition today, and I'm also happy to see so many audiences support us. So, everyone, I recently learned the fur of some iron drums. Then I summed up some of Yanjing's Xiaoqu'er minor, I also made up such a little piece by myself, called "Little Fairy". Let's invite a Xianzi master to come and play with my iron drum, so that you can learn such a small piece for you, and let's have fun together, why? Sample?"

　　"Good!!~~~"

　　"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

　　The audience did support him, and when they heard that he was going to sing a ditty, they gave them full applause support.

　　With a wave of Wu Shaobai's hand, Zhang Helun and string master He Sanli, who had been waiting in the background, walked onto the stage.

　　Zhang Helun brought the big drum to the table, handed the drumstick to Wu Shaobai, while He Sanli sat on the side of Hou Zhen and fiddled with the three strings.

　　"Everyone, my junior brother, Zhang Helun. Teacher He Sanli, the string teacher."

　　Listening to Wu Shaobai's introduction, those who knew him applauded and called Xiaobai.Those who did not know each other also gave applause.

　　Zhang Helun bowed to everyone, waved his hand, and quickly walked off the stage. He Sanli, who greeted everyone, also sat on the chair.

　　After Wu Shaobai beat the big drum a few times, the iron plate in his hand rattled.

　　Into the microphone he said:

　　"This song card is adapted from "Meng Jiangnu's Tune", it sounds very playful, and this iron drum drum is also practiced for this little song. It is not a drum, nor is it a drama, strictly speaking, it is not a righteousness. The song of the Bajing is just a small tune, and once again, as a student, I will dedicate a piece of "Little Immortal" to you with all my heart and sincerity."

　　Boom, boom, boom.

　　Ding Ding Ding ~

　　Along with the rhythm of the big drum and the iron sheet, He Sanli played the three strings.

　　A well-known "Little Fairy" destined to be sung was revealed to everyone for the first time.

　　(Ten more sincerity to pull the full, the full, the full, the full!).

Chapter 373

　　Under the rhythm of the sanxian and the big drum, there is the light and bell-like sound of the iron sheet.

　　If it is an ordinary bass drummer, the drum beat of the bass drum is mainly used to carry on the past.When singing, it is mainly from the bamboo board or iron piece in the hand to find the point and find the rhythm.

　　But Wu Shaobai also said at the beginning that what he sang today was not a big drum, but a little song.

　　There are simply too many kinds of ditties in Yanjing, too many to count.

　　Nine cavities and eighteen tunes are different.

　　However, as he said before, "Meng Jiangnu's Tune" is a Hui style tune that is widely circulated in Yanjing.

　　According to the ancient rhyme, the biggest feature of its tune is that the length of each sentence is neat, and each sentence can fall on the four tones of Shang, Jiao, Yu, and Zheng in the ancient Chinese rhythm.

　　Although it is just a tune, the structure is quite rigorous.

　　His song "Little Immortal" is based on "Meng Jiangnu's tune" as the characteristic structure, and he changed it himself.

　　How about the song, he can't say.But his sincere heart cannot be faked.

　　In the eyes of the audience, originally Wu Shaobai was especially suitable for the moon white gown.

　　In fact, he wears many colors of gowns, but red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple are all available, but the audience still thinks that the white gown worn on Mr. Wu's body is the color that can bring out the elegance of his body to the fullest. .

　　To put it bluntly, Mr. Wu wears a white lab coat, so his appearance is basically unmatched by Deyun Club, and he is definitely the kind of person in the entertainment industry.

　　At this moment, the sleeves of Mr. Wu's coat were still rolled up, revealing the muscular lines of the arms that the woman was a little envious of. He held the drumstick and tapped on the big drum, and the iron sheet in his left hand also sent out a burst. A rhythmic sound.

　　That look...

　　What should I say...

　　In a trance, several audience members suddenly understood why those good characters in ancient times were so sought after.

　　You just look at him.

　　You just want to give him everything.

　　Want to give anything.

　　Even the body, the money and the life want to give him...

　　Because Mr. Wu in front of him hasn't sung yet, but with his delicate and scrupulous temperament, his focused appearance of hitting the big drum really touched the hearts of countless people.

　　"Oh~~~."

　　Together with Gao Yuanyuan and Chen Xiaoyun who were hidden in this sound, the exclamations of the girls rang out from the audience.

　　As for Hou Zhen, who is also all white...

　　Well, barely like a person.

　　Wu Shaobai didn't know what the audience was thinking, so he didn't get distracted, but continued to press the drum beat and sanxian to co-write the prefix of "Meng Jiangnu's Tunes".

　　But Tong Liya, who was sitting behind the exit door, showed a smile called "proud" after hearing the voice.

　　……

　　"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

　　"Ding!"

　　After hitting the three-beat big drum, his drumsticks stood on the drum surface, stopping the afterglow of the drum sound. The iron piece in his hand was like a crisp bell, with a ding sound, in the sound of the horn feathers of the three strings, he faced The microphone sings:

　　"It's been a small week~"

　　"Ding ding, dong."

　　The beat composed of iron plates and drums sounded at the right time.

　　"Cry a spell and pinch fingers."

　　"Ding ding, dong."

　　"Pin Dao, I am Dragon Tiger Mountain, a little fairy who got Dao~~"

　　"Ding ding, dong."

　　Following Wu Shaobai's words, first the girls in the audience began to sway left and right unconsciously, and beat the beat to this playful little song.

　　Everyone can hear this song as soon as it is heard. It is the kind of ditty you can hear on TV or when walking around the streets, but the lyrics are very playful. In addition, Mr. Wu sings briskly, and his voice is good. Well, after a few words, the smell of old Yanjing is enough.

　　All of a sudden it seems to drive away the cold of this winter, making people happy.

　　"Pushed the Jiugongtu, and played Li Zhengan."

　　"I am proficient in astronomy and geography, for five thousand years~"

　　At this moment, Hou Zhenxing had grasped the rhythm of this ditty, picked up the fan in his hand, and followed with the small beat of the corner drum based on the iron drum.

　　Not to mention, the three strings, the fan, the big drum, and the iron sheet, these four things are unusually in tune at this moment.

　　Wu Shaobai was still singing, but when he heard this, he turned his head and glanced at Hou Zhen as he sang.Seeing the brisk playfulness on Lord Hou's face, a slight smile appeared on his face.

　　Don't stop, don't stop.

　　Just let him be happy.

　　With this brisk rhythm and brisk expression, he paid tribute to the Three Qing Patriarchs, bid farewell to the little Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, and came to a lively mortal market with the intention of cultivation.

　　Although the figure is poor and the clothes are still torn, the little Taoist priest's face is still clean.

　　With a playful and genial smile on his face:

　　"Come to the precious place."

　　"Da Da~"

　　Hou Zhen's fan rang in the corner.

　　Wu Shaobai smiled happier, and his voice became more playful:

　　"The belly is called Potian~"

　　"Dong dong. Ding~"

　　"Xiaodao, I am here to fortune-telling and fortune-telling.

　　"Eh."

　　Watching Hou Zhen who automatically started to cheer, the audience was even happier.

　　"Whether you listen or not."