"What's going on?" muttered the teacher who controlled the device. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Huh?" Du Yuefeng also let out a puzzled sound.

Yuan Lao frowned and looked at He Xiangdong inside the glass wall.

After the awakening wood fell, He Xiangdong suddenly felt that his mind was blank, he didn't know how to open his mouth, his heart was at a loss, and he was stunned.

"What's the matter, Mr. He?" the teacher who controlled the device shouted into the microphone.

He Xiangdong still didn't realize it, as if he had lost his soul.

Du Yuefeng frowned, he couldn't understand what was going on with this person.

The teacher who controlled the equipment frowned, and was about to shout again, when Yuan Lao gently patted the man's shoulder and said, "Okay, today's recording is here, let's record it another day, I'm sorry for you, Xiao Yue." ”

"Don't bother, don't bother, Mr. Yuan, you're polite. Although the teacher was very puzzled by He Xiangdong's performance, he still replied very politely.

Yuan Lao nodded and said to the two: "Okay, you all go and get busy with yours, it's good to have me here." ”

"Hey, okay, goodbye Mr. Yuan. ”

"Goodbye, master. ”

Du Yuefeng is step by step, he has always regarded He Xiangdong as his biggest opponent, but why is his opponent's state so strange today?

After the two of them went out, Yuan Lao sighed silently, opened the door of the room and walked in, stood beside He Xiangdong, took a look, and found that this guy still looked like he was wandering out of the world without anxiety.

Yuan Lao was not in a hurry, so he stood beside He Xiangdong and waited for him to come back to his senses.

After a long while, He Xiangdong's eyes slowly refocused, and he had a little look, but he was all dazed and tired.

"Alas......" Yuan Lao sighed deeply, looked at He Xiangdong and asked, "Master, what's the matter, you can't say it?"

"Not anymore. He Xiangdong shook his head.

Yuan Lao moved his body, he was tired of standing in one position for a long time, he turned his back to He Xiangdong, looked out of the glass wall head-on, his eyes were gloomy, and said softly: "It's normal not to go back, I won't be back then, and your master won't be back then, but we will all meet after all." ”

He Xiangdong rubbed his face and rubbed his head, his brows furrowed and couldn't be resolved.

Yuan Lao said: "Actually, you are the same as us at the beginning, there is no difference, we won't say, you naturally won't, but we will after all, you can too, you need to adapt to the new model and new technology." ”

He Xiangdong looked up at Yuan Lao and asked puzzledly: "But in this case, will you be happy?

Yuan Lao smiled and nodded: "Happy, what's not happy, radio storytelling can improve your popularity, your wrist is bigger, and you can also carry forward the art of storytelling, so that more audiences know and like it, what's wrong with that." ”

He Xiangdong was silent.

He Xiangdong really didn't know how to tell a story just now, and he couldn't even read the set poem, he felt quite novel when he first came in, but when he really told the story, he found that everything was wrong.

Because there was no audience at this scene, there was no audience, and when he read the poem, he couldn't see the audience's reaction, and there was no audience watching when he woke up, and no one would applaud even after he finished reading.

What is the next book, how to grasp the scale and the plot, how to speak, how to unfold the plot, where can he get this information without an audience?

He Xiangdong has never experienced such a performance since he was a child, he was at a loss, he didn't know how to continue, his mind was blank, this state was something he had never had.

The teacher who was in charge of the audio didn't understand because he wasn't an insider; Du Yuefeng didn't understand because he grew up in this environment since he was a child; but Yuan Lao could understand because his experience was similar to He Xiangdong's.

He was born in a family of storytellers, his father and two uncles are the famous Yuan's three masters in the storytelling industry, he has also been teaching art since childhood, and he has been telling stories in the teahouse book field before, and has never left the audience.

Later, when he told stories on the radio and went to make records, if there was an audience, he was still used to recording live, but if he was alone, then he couldn't say it.

It's just that they don't adapt to it, including Zhang Kuoru at the beginning, but they still adapt to it after all, get used to it, and keep saying that.

Yuan Lao turned around and patted He Xiangdong on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay if you can't record today, go home and adjust, let's come back another day, we also adapted to this mode for a long time." ”

He Xiangdong asked: "Which do you think is better, telling stories on the radio or telling stories in the teahouse bookstore?"

Yuan Lao didn't answer immediately, he thought for a while, and then said: "Both forms are indispensable, with the help of broadcast media, we can make art cover the whole country audience, and promote art, including your cross talk, no TV and no radio, just how many people can you say to those few mouths in the teahouse, can the audience in the remote mountainous areas hear it?"

"Our storytelling and cross talk are all an art in the north, and southerners rarely listen to it, and now many people like it, and radio and television have contributed a lot. It is only with the help of these media that our art can be better publicized and covered. ”

"But this method also has drawbacks, after all, the radio storytelling is different from the teahouse, the radio recording will limit every time, such as half an hour and a paragraph, but this children's book has to be said for 40 minutes, so what should I do? I can only adjust it myself. can't tell stories face-to-face with the audience, it's true that many size problems are difficult to grasp, and you can't get feedback from the audience in time, so it's difficult to improve the level of the actors. ”

"So, in my opinion, radio is the means, and the teahouse is the home. Without broadcasting, it would be difficult for our art to be carried forward, and without teahouses, it would be difficult for our art to pass on. Even we can say that the real storytelling exists in the teahouse bookstore, and every actor who wants to be on radio and television must have the experience of speaking in the teahouse, which is our rational way. ”

After hearing these words, He Xiangdong let out a long sigh, and his eyes were much clearer: "The real art is in the folk, and the real art is in the teahouse theater." Means and Disposal ...... Alas...... I see, thank you. ”

Yuan Lao nodded, looked at He Xiangdong and smiled with relief: "It's good to understand, study art hard, work hard, and the burden in the future will be picked up by a few of you." ”

He Xiangdong nodded heavily.