Han Wende couldn't help asking: "Will you? You can't hear it wrong, this is a straight-necked, lost joke, we don't know who will, how old are you?"

Lao Wang also thought that He Xiangdong had heard it wrong, and smiled and helped to play the round and said: "Hey, tell you to listen carefully, run away, mishear, fortunately these are all your elders, otherwise you would have to make jokes." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Listening to the words of these two people, the astonishment on the faces of other old artists also dissipated a lot, it turned out that they heard it wrong, too, how could such a big fart child have such a lost joke.

Zhang Yongye frowned, thought for a moment, and asked He Xiangdong: "You really know how to straighten your neck?"

All the old artists present were stunned, and then saw He Xiangdong nodding indifferently and said, "I will." ”

"You really know?" Han Wende was really surprised this time.

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "My uncle knows a little bit about straight necks, and he passed on a little bit to me when I was a child." Later, we went to Anhui, the old artist in Anhui is called Wang Xu, I and my master went to visit him five years ago, the old-timer Gao Feng, passed the straight neck to me completely, and carefully guided me for a long time, now I recall the scene of the year is still vivid, but I didn't expect that time a farewell was separated forever, alas......"

The crowd was silent.

Zhang Yongye sighed and said: "We have lost too many things, and many old crafts have been lost with the passing of old artists, which is really a pity." Child, you are good, it is a blessing to have your master and apprentice in the cross talk world. ”

He Xiangdong waved his hand and said, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." ”

No one asked He Xiangdong to come for a while, and it was not very convenient to be backstage, and it was taboo for artists to spy on other people's crafts in the industry. Like Han Wende, who can talk a few words to He Xiangdong, the relationship is okay, I want to talk to him later, and see this lost joke.

Young Master sighed slightly, also found a stool and sat down, and said: "Many people say that these old jokes in our cross talk are very vulgar and outdated, and the audience doesn't like to listen to them, last year some people said that our re-enactment of traditional cross talk is a pollution of the public spirit, I really don't know what they think, where is it polluted, how much the audience loves to watch, last year's survey said that the audience doesn't like it very much, and the experts also recognize it, but there are always those people who oppose it." ”

He Xiangdong said: "Now the decline of cross talk is a fact, the more they decline, the more they want to seek innovation and change, and now there are people who turn cross talk into sketches, but no one really calms down to summarize the wisdom of our ancestors, it's not all dross, there are too many treasures." ”

Young Master nodded, he doesn't look as festive as other cross talk actors, which makes people want to be happy when they look at it, but he is very elegant, with the temperament of a writer, his elegant face is a little more sad, and said: "Now young people don't want to work hard to learn, these people don't even learn Taiping lyrics, let alone other old jokes." ”

"Now there are a lot of good old jokes that are about to be lost, such as "Slippery Oil Mountain", "Pig Eats Tofu", "Family Hall Order", "Eating Wings" These are all very good jokes, I haven't heard much about them over the years, and I don't know who will, alas, I think it should be about to be lost. ”

Zhang Yongye smiled slightly: "Yes, the son will not die, the wealth will not be dispersed, the traditional cross talk will have its way out, in this impetuous society, it is inevitable to lose some, but I believe that it will never die, and someone will definitely inherit it." ”

After saying this, Zhang Yongye looked at He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong looked back at Zhang Yongye, lowered his head and smiled, then looked up at Shao Ma Ye, and said, "Slippery Mountain, I will." ”

The young horse master was stunned.

Han Wende was also surprised.

The other old artists looked at He Xiangdong in shock, only Zhang Yongye nodded slightly.

He Xiangdong glanced around at everyone and continued: "I will also eat tofu if pigs eat tofu. ”

The young horse master grew his mouth slightly.

Han Wende was dumbfounded.

The old artists were stunned.

He Xiangdong said: "Family order, I will also eat wings." ”

Han Wende asked in disbelief: "Really fake, do you know so many jokes?" There are several of them that I have never heard of, and you can do this?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "Yes, I will." ”

Han Wende grew his mouth and said in surprise: "How many will you have." ”

He Xiangdong thought for a while and said, "I haven't counted, there are probably more than a thousand pieces of traditional cross talk, and I will be almost six hundred." ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like throwing a boulder on the surface of a calm lake, causing an uproar.

All the old artists were taken aback, they had never heard of someone who knew so many paragraphs, and it was already very rare for someone to know a hundred paragraphs, and now there was a person who would know so many paragraphs, really fake?

Rao was mentally prepared, and Zhang Yongye was also taken aback.

Even the relatively calm Young Master was stunned, and couldn't help but stand up, and asked He Xiangdong with a solemn expression: "You really know so much, how can you have so much?"

He Xiangdong didn't speak, it was Zhang Yongye who answered for him: "Because his master's name is Fang Wenqi." ”

"Fang Wenqi?" Young Master frowned, a little puzzled.

Zhang Yongye explained: "It was the one who told those people that one day he would use these old-fashioned vulgar things to let them know who was wrong." ”

"Oh, it's him? No wonder, he also came to visit my father and asked him about art. Young Ma Ye's eyes changed when he looked at He Xiangdong: "You turned out to be his disciple, no wonder, no wonder." ”

Other old artists still don't understand that these two big horns are so surprised by He Xiangdong's master, although they don't know Fang Wenqi, but they remember the three words Fang Wenqi deeply in their hearts.

He Xiangdong glanced at everyone and showed a wry smile, he did not feel excited and joyful because of the shock of these people, but his heart was very sad.

It is precisely because of these traditional old jokes that his master began to wander the rivers and lakes again in the fifties, seeking advice and art, and lived like a beggar for decades, during which he suffered a lot of hardships and tribulations.

There is a saying in the cross talk industry that it is called Ning She has a gold ingot, and does not pass on a word of spring. You have to learn the craft of other people's eating, not to mention how difficult it is. There are many old artists who are willing to pass on their art and are willing to be inherited, some people are only willing to pass it on to their own personal disciples, and some people would rather bring it into the coffin than pass it on to others.

In the past, he didn't know the sins suffered by the master, but when he grew up, he began to go to the rivers and lakes with the master to perform arts, and he also asked many old artists about his art, and he himself knew the sin of eating best.

It's hard to say, and it's hard to be an outsider.

Zhang Yongye's eyes were full of appreciation when he looked at He Xiangdong, he didn't suspect He Xiangdong at all that he was lying, nodded, and praised three good in a row: "Good wow, good wow, good wow." It is said that it is better to give a gold ingot, not to pass on a word of spring, I know that you must have eaten no less sin over the years, and it is difficult for you to have this heart for this child, I have a stand-up comedy here, Zhang Shuangxi Monster Hunt, is also about to be lost, if you want to learn, I can teach you. ”

He Xiangdong stood up, his face was solemn, his hands were clenched into fists, and he bowed to Zhang Yongye to the end. (To be continued.) )