Today, there are not many theater audiences, only about 100 people, there are still fewer people during the day, and it is a working day, even if it is a free ticket, it will not play much role. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The jury sat in the first row, closest to the stage, where a small square table was laid with fuchsia flannel, a folding fan and wooden handkerchiefs were placed according to the old rules, and behind the table was a tall chair on which a standing microphone was standed.

Jiang Hai and Ma Hongjun walked out of the gate one after the other.

There was a puzzled voice in the audience, the story has always been told by one person, why are there two people here?

The old man Bai Kuoshan looked at the two people on the stage, turned his head and asked the teacher Gu beside him: "These two people are singing bamboo board books?"

Teacher Gu smiled: "Yes, it's them, you give the palm of your hand." ”

The old man Bai Kuoshan's eyes also showed a look of expectation.

The bamboo board book is also a kind of storytelling, and the same as the storytelling door is to make the short guy, the short guy of the bamboo board book is the allegro, and the short guy of the storytelling is the awakening wood.

Strictly speaking, bamboo board books can also be classified as allegro, and it is okay to participate in allegro competitions, but if you want to run over and tell the story, you can actually do it.

Jiang Hai didn't sit on the chair, he moved the chair to the side behind him, and then took out the standing microphone in front of the table and placed it in the open space on the stage.

Ma Hongjun held the board in his hand, the master and apprentice bowed deeply to the audience, Ma Hongjun sat down on the chair behind him, and Jiang Hai stood in front of the microphone, exhaling deeply to calm his mood.

The audience on stage is looking at him, and the big names in the storytelling industry are also watching him, Jiang Hai is an old actor, he has been active on the sketch stage for many years, and he has seen more scenes than today, but what he didn't expect is that he is now unprecedentedly nervous.

Bai Kuoshan looked at the audience, his brows furrowed slightly, the storyteller used to be called Mr. Storyteller by the audience, how could he be nervous when Mr. came on stage, how could he be embarrassed to say that he was Mr. with this look of sweat about to flow down?

Ma Hongjun looked at his apprentice, he knew that his apprentice was under a lot of pressure, but he had no way to help him share this pressure, so he could only rely on himself to carry it.

Jiang Hai looked at the audience and storytellers sitting on the stage, his heart beat suddenly, at this moment the scenes in his mind came to mind, at that time he was still learning art in the Quyi Troupe, originally learning cross talk, but he saw a teacher practicing bamboo board books by chance, and he was immediately attracted.

It is said that children's preferences are all three-minute heat, but at that time, Jiang Hai fell in love with the bamboo board book like crazy, he didn't even go to his cross talk class, he had to pester the master to learn the bamboo board book, and later worshiped under his door and became the successor of the bamboo board book.

It's a pity that the bamboo board book has declined at that time, no one listens to it, and there is no bamboo board book on the stage.

Jiang Hai's heart was very sad, and he had no choice but to say cross talk, but he never let go of the kung fu of the bamboo board book.

Later, cross talk was also sluggish, and it was not easy to eat, Jiang Hai chose to change his career to act in sketches, and he didn't know where to throw the basic skills of cross talk for a long time, but the bamboo board book has not been put down.

Jiang Hai slowly closed his eyes: "In order to eat, I gave up the bamboo board book, and in order to eat, I gave up cross talk, and I have been compromising with reality and compromising with the rice bowl all my life." But this time, I want to fight for my dream, even if it's ...... Only once. ”

Jiang Hai suddenly opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of determination, and his eyes burned with a fanatical look, the kind of look that only the kind of young people who are desperate for their dreams can have.

The eyes of the old man Bai Kuoshan in the audience suddenly lit up, and he found that the nervous young man on the stage had become different, and the spirit of the whole person had changed.

"It's kind of interesting. The old man Bai Kuoshan smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Hai turned his head and nodded to his master, signaling that he was okay.

When Ma Hongjun saw the state of his apprentice, his heart immediately settled down, his hands shook skillfully, and the sound of bamboo boards sounded.

When it was brought to the right board, Jiang Hai opened his mouth and sang: "Slow down the bamboo, the book will return to its original form, play my bamboo board, and the book will return to the right wind." Next, the song was half of the fragmentary book before and after the seven national paragraphs, and there were two or three paragraphs, but it was not explained. ”

"Where I lost it, where I found it, where I continued to sing it, where I forgot it, I will tell you all to listen to it, and respect the Ming Gong who is here, because it is more lively and better......"

Jiang Hai's voice is very clear, with the bright rhythm of Allegro, the book sung is very tasteful, this high-pitched voice came out, and the audience's eyes lit up instantly.

Most of the people who come to listen to the storytelling competition are old viewers who often listen to storytelling, but they have never seen this form, and now they feel very fresh and interesting when they hear it.

Not only can you hear the storytelling stories he says, but you can also enjoy the singing of the board voice, which is really a lot to kill.

As soon as the performance began, the bamboo board book attracted the audience.

The big names of the jury nodded their heads, this person is good.

Bai Kuoshan showed a satisfied smile on his face, and at first glance, he was a person with kung fu.

Teacher Gu glanced deeply at the two people on the stage, turned his head sideways and asked Bai Kuoshan: "Old man, what do you think of these two people?"

Bai Kuoshan looked at the stage and said with a smile: "The kung fu is good, very profound." ”

Teacher Gu nodded, he looked at Jiang Hai on the stage, he was quite satisfied with this person's performance, but he also secretly compared Jiang Hai with his own apprentice in his heart, and found that his own apprentice was better.

Teacher Gu's heart was settled, and his eyes when he looked at Jiang Hai were all appreciative.

After the bamboo board book was sung, Jiang Hai finished speaking, and the master and apprentice stood up and bowed to the audience in unison.

Good ......" burst into applause from the audience.

Many of the biggest names on the jury also gave a round of applause, and the performance deserved their applause.

Jiang Hai and Ma Hongjun looked at each other and smiled, bowed to the audience again, and the audience applauded even more. The two ended the stage to the enthusiastic applause of the audience.

Jiang Hai suddenly felt a little impulsive to cry: "It's worth it to have so much applause for the bamboo board book." ”

Jiang Hai turned his head to look at his master, but found that his master's eyes were also red.

……

The host announced: "Next, please enjoy the commentary "Longtu Gong Case", performer: Du Yuefeng. ”

At the end of the report, as soon as Du Yuefeng stepped out, the audience burst into extremely warm applause and applause, and more than half of the people here came for Du Yuefeng.

Jiang Hai's master and apprentice have performed hard for a long time, and there is not much applause from Du Yuefeng's simple appearance, this is the popular student in the storytelling industry now, and this is the prestige of the younger generation of the first person in the storytelling industry who dares to compete for the listening rate of the TV station.