Yang San said: "Fang Qi, I haven't seen you for so many years, you just use a child to fool me?"

Fang Wenqi said: "Don't be unconvinced, if you can't even win against my apprentice, don't mention your words, it's not enough to be ashamed." ”

He Xiangdong was also there to take a stubble: "Master, you let me compare with him, don't you bury me." ”

Yang San was angry and shouted, "Okay, you kid, you're not old, but your tone is not small." ”

Fang Wenqi said: "Yang San'er, you don't talk nonsense, the cross talk is said to be four courses, and there are twelve courses in detail, if you have one that can win against my apprentice, you have the final say." ”

"Hey. Yang San was a figure in the Tianjin opera industry back then, how could he be angry: "Fang Qi, you deceive people too much, as long as this kid is stronger than me in one of the twelve lessons of cross talk, I will be convinced." ”

Fang Wenqi also said decisively: "Okay, then let's be better than Liu." ”

Yang San reacted in an instant, and scolded: "Okay, you old thing." ”

Fang Wenqi laughed very much, He Xiangdong looked at the master as if he had discovered a new continent, he had never seen the master have such a side, and he didn't know if it was caused by the excitement of seeing an old acquaintance, or the use of cross talk to revitalize a theater made his blood boil.

In fact, he didn't have much thought about proposing the competition, Fang Wenqi thought very simply, in the next few days, the three of them would have to cooperate with each other, let Yang San and his apprentices be familiar with each other in advance, and call them friends with martial arts in the martial arts world, and also call them friends with martial arts in the art world.

As for Yang San's thoughts, it was even simpler, he didn't actually want to call the shots, it was purely for the sake of face. After all, he was still a beautiful young master when he met Fang Wenqi, and it was not so much that Fang Wenqi was talking to him as his partner, but that he was carrying Fang Wenqi.

Then so many years have passed, but he has become like this, and he has to rely on his old friends who are far inferior to him in the past to enjoy food, he can't hold his face, so he specially asked who is in charge, and then took the opportunity to show his ability to prove that he is worth this silver, not relying on others to appreciate food, and secondly, to give himself a step down, if he really let him be the master, he really wouldn't dare, he hasn't been performing for many years, how can he live in the field.

He suffered a lot of sins in the early years, and his body was also broken, and now that he is older, he can't do the physical work of kicking three wheels anymore, and there is no descendant to take care of him, Yang San is also worried about the next few days.

It just so happened that Fang Wenqi came to him to say cross talk, and in recent years, small folk theaters have also appeared, and it is better to sell art and eat than to work hard, so he agreed so happily, and his old partner was not panicked in his heart.

Fang Wenqi patted He Xiangdong's head and said with a smile: "Dongzi, show your two voices to Uncle Yang." ”

Yang San frowned slightly, his heart was slightly unhappy, he originally wanted Fang Wenqi to perform, he found another step to go down, and it was logical to let Fang Wenqi call the shots in the future, who knew that he really pushed out his apprentice, what kind of thing is this.

He Xiangdong opened his mouth and came: "King Wen's gossip is yin and yang." Do the math, the stars and the moon grow in the sky. If you do the math, the whole grain is the size of a broad bean. If you do the math, the crops in the field are sorghum grows......"

Opening his mouth is an old-fashioned Taiping lyrics, and the last flick shocked Yang San when he heard it, and his eyes widened, this kid is so powerful?

After a little trial of two sentences, He Xiangdong paused, and then changed to the sword pavilion that sang the Beijing rhyme drum and heard the bell, like crying and complaining, sad and tactful, he can also come to this kind of transposition.

In the end, He Xiangdong also sang the old students of Peking Opera, the white school of Pingju Tsing Yi, and the Henan pendant also came with two sentences, and the very charming singing made Yang San dumbfounded.

After singing, He Xiangdong looked at this Third Uncle Yang with a smile.

Fang Wenqi also held back a wicked smile and asked, "San'er, how is my apprentice singing?"

Yang San was dumbfounded, and asked in astonishment, "Are the children now at this level?"

"Haha......" Fang Wenqi laughed, and then said: "Less nonsense, hurry up and sing." ”

Yang San was about to cry, and said with a bitter face: "What am I singing here, your apprentice is going crazy, this is the reincarnation of Master Zu." ”

Seeing that Yang San also recognized his apprentice, Fang Wenqi was also very happy, and said, "You can take care of this, and I will have the final say in the future." ”

Yang San nodded helplessly.

He Xiangdong was a little unclear, so he was still very happy to see that the master would still be in charge in the future.

In fact, when it comes to singing skills, even Fang Wenqi may not be able to win He Xiangdong, which is a very common thing in the music industry. In terms of singing, there are two kinds of voices that are the most precious, one is Fang Wenqi, who has relied on decades of water grinding work, practicing his voice every day, and practicing his precious voice.

There is also He Xiangdong's voice, born with a treasure voice, singing and singing with his mouth full of charm, this is called Tongziyin, this is definitely the ancestor to appreciate the meal, born to do this business, coupled with a few years of hard work, immediately can surpass a large number of people, like Liyuan Xing, some people singing skills are comparable to masters when they are young.

Like a Peking Opera prodigy in later generations, his voice is simply amazing, his mouth is full of taste, he performed on stage when he was seven or eight years old, no matter how big his wrist was, he was the last finale, and his singing skills were really good, who do you reason with.

But this kind of voice still has a level to pass, that is, the reversal, that is, the so-called adolescent voice change period, once the voice changes the voice, the voice will become low and hoarse, can not sing, this is a big difficulty, after a smooth road, can not pass the throat waste, then this bowl of rice can not be eaten, so why is it called the warehouse, this warehouse is the granary, the granary is poured and there is still food?

There are a lot of singers who can't pass the level of reversal, and they all changed careers later, and there are a lot of cross talk, and there are also singing parts in cross talk, but the relative requirements are not so high, and the call is not like three points, of course, if you can sing well, it will naturally be easier to become a corner.

He Xiangdong is nine years old this year, and he will go to the warehouse gate in two years, Fang Wenqi has also been preparing, he must let He Xiangdong pass this hurdle smoothly.

There was nothing more to say, Yang San went back to the house to clean up his things, boiled water, took a bath, and changed into a clean and tidy clothes.

Then the three of them went to the Liancheng Club, Lin Zhengjun went door-to-door again, the Peking Opera team in the theater is also there, Bai Fengshan is also there, everyone knows each other, and they are not polite, there is not much time left for them, and the performance will start tomorrow night.

Three cross talk artists, two old and one young, found a secluded corner in the theater and began to talk about life, right to live, all of them are familiar old jokes and good jokes, and now they are mainly modifying some baggage.

Yang San's basic skills have not been put down over the years, but he has not been on stage for many years, and Fang Wenqi is afraid that he will not be adaptable, so he will let him do the praise first, and use a heavy head, so that the pressure will be relatively small.

Bai Fengshan looked at the two old and one young working there, he narrowed his eyes and let out a deep breath, just look at tomorrow night, if it fails, it will really fail......