He Xiangdong came in with a bag, and the bag was filled with a coat, and Zhang Yunyi, an anxious person, was chattering all the way about running out of time, and it was too late. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai were startled, they really thought that they would be themselves soon, and they didn't dare to be ambiguous, so they immediately took out the coat in the bag, took off the coat at that time, and put the coat on their bodies.

When I arrived, I found out that there was still a show before it was their turn, and it would take at least 20 minutes to wait He Xiangdong looked at Zhang Yunyi a little speechlessly, this person ......

Zhang Yunyi didn't care about that, he brought people here, and he hurriedly ran away by himself, there were all kinds of busy work in the background, and this emergency was not cured.

The backstage is not big, there is a stool, the old artists are resting on the stool and waiting, He Xiangdong stuffed the coats they took off into their bags and put them away.

"Yo, why did this young man come backstage?" Han Wende couldn't help but ask when he saw He Xiangdong coming.

Lao Wang also accosted: "Yes, you are positive enough, please come to the backstage for advice." ”

Seeing his acquaintances, He Xiangdong also smiled: "Yo, when are you going to be on it?"

Liu Tengzhi said: "I have to go through a few scenes, it's not a place for you to ask for advice, this backstage is full of people who are going to play, I don't have time to guide you, so those who finish their work are sitting in front of them to watch the performance." ”

Because all the artists who came were famous, these old artists also had the idea of seeing things, and all the people who finished the performance ran to the front of the stage to watch, and sat on a small stool in the small open space between the audience and the stage.

This is also according to the old rules, in the past, peers in the garden did not need to pay to listen to cross talk, but you can't sit on the dragon beard stool, that is, the first three rows near the stage, you can only sit in the corner, if the person is full, you have to get a small stool to sit next to it, this is the rule, you can't spoil people's business.

This time is the same, the artists are sitting under the stage, very close to the actors on the stage, but unfortunately they can clearly see every expression on their faces, in fact, this is the best viewing angle, and the young horse master and his wife who had just finished the performance in front are now sitting underneath.

Backstage, He Xiangdong smiled at several old artists and said: "I'm not here to ask for advice, I'm here to perform on stage." ”

Only then did Han Wende notice that He Xiangdong was wearing a coat, and he couldn't help asking: "Are you here to perform? These are all the 'pole work' that we old artists used to run through the rivers and lakes and docks, how old are you to talk about traditional cross talk, and now the school doesn't seem to teach traditional cross talk, right?"

He Xiangdong smiled and explained: "I didn't go to school, I followed my master to perform in the folk at the age of nine, and all I said for more than ten years was traditional cross talk. ”

Han Wende, Lao Wang and others looked at each other, it was really fake, what they said was the same as the truth, they have really been performing in the folk for more than ten years these years, and they are all traditional cross talkers?

"What you have been talking about in the past ten years is all traditional cross talk?" Zhang Yongye, who was sitting on the side, suddenly spoke.

He Xiangdong didn't dare to be ambiguous, and immediately walked over and said respectfully: "Yes, Zhang Yongye." ”

Zhang Yongye looked at He Xiangdong, with an approving look in his eyes, and asked, "Who is your master?"

He Xiangdong replied, "Fang Wenqi." ”

"Fang Wenqi?" Zhang Yongye pondered for a moment, then shook his head and smiled: "I'm old, I'm not impressed, but I should have heard this name." It's good, kid, study hard. ”

He Xiangdong said: "I will." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the two artists on the stage finished performing, Zhang Yunyi didn't know where it came from, and urged He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai: "Hurry up, what are you still doing in a daze, it's you." ”

This time, He Xiangdong was not in a hurry, he straightened the cuffs of his coat, which was still made for him by his master, and he hugged his fists and looked at everyone one by one.

He Xiangdong looks average, his figure is average, and he doesn't look good in any clothes, but the only difference is that he looks like he wears a coat, he seems to look like this just to wear a coat, how to wear it tastefully, especially when he clenched his fists and looked at everyone, the aura and temperament of the whole person completely changed.

There is such a saying in the artist industry, it depends on whether an actor has real materials, as long as he stands on the stage, he can know, some actors will stare at him as soon as they appear, he is the only protagonist on the stage, and the audience's eyes follow wherever he goes, although he may be ordinary in life.

Undoubtedly, He Xiangdong is such a person.

Han Wende and the others looked at He Xiangdong a little blankly, the person in front of them seemed to have become different, but they couldn't say what was different.

Zhang Yongye's eyes suddenly lit up, his messy eyebrows raised upward, he has been in Jiangnan alone for decades, and he is used to seeing all kinds of scenes and countless artists, just at this glance, he knows that the young man in front of him is a good corner.

He Xiangdong hugged his fists and said to a few people: "I'll play first." ”

Zhang Wenhai also hugged his fists, and the two walked to the stage.

Zhang Yongye paused slightly, and then walked over, just behind the entrance door to watch the performance of the two, the others were also stunned, and then hurriedly followed, and the entrance door was suddenly crowded with people.

When the two came out, there was sparse applause on the stage, and the young cross talk actors did not applaud a single one, but instead heard noisy discussions.

He Xiangdong hadn't seen any scenes, he was not stunned at all, and he directly slammed it at the moment: "I heard so many viewers talking about it, saying what are the two of us doing here, you guessed right, we are here to clean up." ”

Zhang Wenhai said: "Don't talk nonsense, we're talking about cross talk." ”

The audience laughed and gave approving applause. However, in the part of the young cross talk actors, none of them laughed, but stared at He Xiangdong one by one, their eyes were very unfriendly.

He Xiangdong was chuckling in his heart at that time, what was going on?

No matter what, He Xiangdong could only suppress his doubts, and when he came to the stage, he would definitely finish the cross talk, so he and Zhang Wenhai started to work, and what he said was Wen's masterpiece, the Eighth National Career Change.

Wen Yi is like this, not showing mountains and water, there is no particularly funny place, but it is very hard-working, He Xiangdong is good, but there is no too amazing place.

At the entrance door, someone commented: "It's okay, it's not particularly good, you can watch it." ”

"It's nice for young people to be able to say that. ”

This group of people are all coming for Zhang Yongye, and when they saw Zhang Yongye come to see this young man's performance, they all came over, but this one doesn't seem to be anything special, it's not bad, but it won't let characters like Zhang Yongye come into the door to see, right?

Zhang Yongye remained silent and didn't speak, his eyes kept staring at He Xiangdong, he knew that the true essence of the Eight Great Career Reforms was still behind, and he was waiting.

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He Xiangdong said: "Emperor Guangxu is dead, and the national sacrifice of the Qing Dynasty does not allow artists to sell their arts, and artists have changed their careers if they are forced to do nothing." ”

Zhang Wenhai asked, "Who has changed their careers?"

He Xiangdong said to him: "The first one is Mr. Liu Baoquan, who sings the Beijing rhyme drum, and he changed his career." ”

Zhang Wenhai asked, "Yo, this king of the drum world, what is he doing?"

He Xiangdong said: "I went to sell porridge." ”

Zhang Wenhai asked, "Selling porridge?"

He Xiangdong said: "Yes, japonica rice porridge, bring some pancakes, steamed buns, baked cakes, and twist flowers." He had to shout to sell things, but he couldn't, so he made up a set of words from these things and sang them on drums. Take the porridge pot as a drum, the porridge spoon as a drum stick, and the baked cake and fruit as a board. ”

Zhang Wenhai smiled and said, "The things are so complete, then you can learn how he sings for us." ”

"Okay, I'll learn. He Xiangdong turned his sleeves over, and the dragon looked up, and a three-string pass came to his mouth.

At the entrance door, the old artists were staring at He Xiangdong, and even Zhang Yongye narrowed his eyes.

He Xiangdong looked at the audience, smiled slightly, opened his mouth and learned to sing the Liu Pai drum: "The hanging oven baked cakes are flat and round, the fried twist flowers are crispy and sweet, the japonica rice porridge is sold cheaply for a son and a bowl, and the size of the pancakes is always look at ......."

He opened his mouth to speak, and when he entered the door, there was silence for a moment, his face was full of surprise, these are all people who can be distinguished, Zhang Yongye's eyes lit up instantly, and he secretly shouted in his heart: "Okay." ”

Han Wende was dumbfounded, and was dumbfounded: "This young man sings so well." ”

"Shut up and listen. Zhang Yongye interrupted him mercilessly. Han Wende didn't care, but listened more carefully, his face full of shock and admiration.

As soon as the sound came out, everyone was shocked. (To be continued.) )