The old artist known as Lao Wang also smiled, his face was full of wrinkles and flowers, and he smoked a cigarette and said to He Xiangdong: "Ho, you kid is not very old, and his mouth is full of meaty words." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

He Xiangdong also smiled: "Hey, I'm just a junior, where can I compare to you." ”

Zhang Wenhai didn't care that He Xiangdong was stumbling with those old artists, he knew that He Xiangdong was very good at handling the relationship with these folk artists, and after a little glance, he walked around this small theater by himself to get acquainted with it.

The person who made fun of Lao Wang in front is called Han Wende, and he is also an old artist with a wrinkled face, and those who say cross talk are not particularly good-looking, they are all more toothy, and when they are older, they are even more. Zhang Wenhai stopped in the middle of this group of people, that is, an absolute beautiful man, and his appearance was overwhelming.

Han Wende said: "Lao Wang, look at how sensible this kid is, and praise you as an old-timer." ”

Lao Wang said: "What is he pleading, is he praising me? This is squeezing me." ”

Han Wende laughed and said to Lao Wang: "Lao Wang, I said that you have to be careful at this age, don't be romantic, you are going to get sick, your wife will be finished, then I will be finished." ”

Lao Wang snorted angrily: "I haven't heard of it, you have a bad stomach." ”

The daily life of a cross talk artist is like this, a group of Peking Opera actors will sing the words they chat with the singing voice of Peking Opera, and they will sing and play, which is not only chatting, but also practicing, which is very interesting.

Cross talk is the art of language, cross talk artists, especially old artists, and folk artists are together, and they can't listen to what they say, and they dare to say anything. are all holding back the bad to find each other cheap, and you and I must not let the words fall to the ground.

It's like performing on stage, you tease me to please, I tease you to pamper, this is not only a manifestation of professionalism, but also a kind of exercise for your cross talk actor's level.

These old artists made a lot of jokes with each other, and He Xiangdong also stood aside and took two sentences from time to time.

There are rules for cross talk, and you can't be angry when your peers make fun of you, let alone resort to justice, so you generally make fun of people who have a good relationship. There are also cross talk peers spraying each other, or scolding people directly in cross talk jokes, it's the same, you can scold back, everyone relies on their ability, but they must not go to the court, this is the pride of a cross talk artist who eats by mouth.

A few old artists saw that the young man next to him was very clever, and he interjected too neatly, and he was holding back the bad to find their cheapness, and these people were also interested in this moment.

Han Wende said, "Boy, what's your name?"

He Xiangdong replied, "My name is He Xiangdong. ”

Han Wende smiled: "Why did you come up with this broken name." ”

He Xiangdong also smiled, he has been running around all these years to deal with these old folk artists, he knows how to talk to these people, and he is not at all outside at the moment, so he did it beside these people, and said: "Speaking of my name, it is really a history of blood and tears?"

The old artists glanced at each other, smiled, and asked, "Tell me, what kind of history of blood and tears?"

He Xiangdong explained: "This history of blood and tears is blood, tears, and. ”

Han Wende was startled, his hand holding the cigarette trembled, and he exclaimed, "Huh...... It's so dirty. ”

The old men all laughed unscrupulously.

He Xiangdong didn't care at all, but leaned over, his eyebrows flew and said: "This He of mine is the river that flows into a river of Lao Wang's sister-in-law......"

Before he could say a word, he was interrupted by the angry old Wang, who said angrily: "Fuck off, the little young man is too much of a thing." ”

"Haha......" A group of old people laughed unscrupulously, and Han Wende patted his thighs and couldn't stop laughing.

Han Wende smiled and said to He Xiangdong: "Hey, I said that your kid is bad enough, worse than us old ghosts, I said that your Qu school will teach you this?"

He Xiangdong looked at the reactions of several people and knew that his relationship with them had become much closer at this time, and he said: "Hey, I'm not from a qu school, I haven't gone to a qu school." ”

Han Wende said: "Oh, it's not a student, it's a young actor who comes to learn, it's good, young people just want to learn more and ask more about art, that's how we came when we were young." You are here to find it today, they all went to Nanjing to invite Zhang Yongye, and the young master will also come to record a paragraph today, you will ask these famous masters for advice and advice when the time comes, it will be good for you. ”

He Xiangdong knew that this was someone's kindness, so he quickly nodded and responded: "Thank you, I wrote it down." ”

Han Wende also smiled happily, and said to a few people next to him: "This kid is quite on the road, hey, I said that the person who came with you just now is your master?"

He Xiangdong glanced back at Zhang Wenhai, who was chatting happily with another group of old artists, and turned around and said: "No, that is my elder, and now he is talking to cross talk with me, and my master is Fang Wenqi." ”

"Fang Wenqi?" Han Wende pondered for a moment, and looked at a few people next to him, and several of them all showed blank expressions.

Fang Wenqi was also a little famous in the Beijing-Tianjin area before the liberation, but not to the point of becoming a household name, let alone the whole country. Later, he retired within two years of joining the Quyi Troupe, and then disappeared for decades, unless he had a deep friendship with him back then, others really don't remember this person.

Han Wende thought that Fang Wenqi was a small artist with an unknown reputation, so he asked again: "What about your master?"

He Xiangdong replied: "Guo Baofeng." ”

Han Wende and a few other people took another look, but still no one had heard of it, Master He Xiangdong was even less famous, and it was also for his apprentice to have a portal that he worshipped a senior who had changed his career to Shouzi as a teacher, in fact, that senior was younger than him.

He Xiangdong didn't care.

Han Wende asked again: "What about Mrs. Shi?"

He Xiangdong said: "He Bofu." ”

Yes, no one knows it, and no one knows about it for three generations. One of the old artists couldn't help asking, "This person isn't Haiqing?" ”

Han Wende said: "Go, don't talk nonsense, I see that this kid speaks in a good way, and he interjects a lot of neatly, and he can be funny, maybe the teacher is not obvious." It's okay, kid, you just study hard, and you can watch it when we come on stage. It doesn't matter if the teacher is not obvious, maybe you will become a corner one day, and it can be regarded as giving you a long face for the teacher. ”

He Xiangdong didn't explain too much, just smiled and said, "Eh, I wrote it down." ”

I haven't talked a word here, but someone has come to the door. Han Wende stood up all of a sudden: "Yo, Young Master Ma and Zhang Yongye are here." (To be continued.) )