Guo Qing couldn't figure it out, he had been studying in the student class of the Quyi Troupe since he was a child, at that time there was a system of group leading classes, and he was born in a professional class, and there were so many good teachers who came to teach them and teach them art.

Allegro is a special allegro teacher, Guankou has a special teacher who is good at Guankou, and Liu Huo'er, all kinds of operas will also take them to a professional opera troupe to study, how can such a professional class study not be as good as a child born in the wild.

Guo Qing didn't understand.

Looking at the apprentice's blank eyes, Fan Wenquan sighed and said, "I don't understand, do you think that you are taught by those good teachers every day, and I am the master staring at you, and you have gone to perform on such a big stage, so many people applaud you, you think you are very powerful?"

"Nope. Guo Qing muttered in a low voice, his face was a little red, what the master said was exactly what he had always been proud of, the Quyi Troupe was no better than him when he said cross talk at his age, one day or two, one year or two years, could he not be arrogant?

Fan Wenquan's face slowly became serious, and he pointed at Guo Qing and said: "Don't think that you are very powerful because you are from a professional class, Guo Qing, you listen to me, the most difficult thing about cross talk is to perform on the ground, those famous artists are not your best teachers, the audience is, the society is, and life is." ”

"You still look down on people to perform on the ground, and you think that people are from a wild road? I'm not surprised that Dongzi can bring the bottom back today, why, it's because there are so many situations encountered in the performance on the ground than this, your master and I met a drunkard who smashed it with a wine bottle when I was performing with your uncle, and we can still amuse the audience and round things up, and the performance was not delayed at all. ”

"So why is it called a flat cake on the ground, a thief on the other side, how difficult it is to deduct the cake to be eaten on the neat ground, and now you still think that your professional background is amazing?"

Guo Qing's face was red when he said this, and he almost didn't find a crack to get into.

Fan Wenquan sighed and continued: "Actually, when your Uncle Bai told me that my senior brother had accepted an apprentice to perform here in Tianjin, I knew at that time that you had lost, although you were older than him, you had learned more than him, and your performance experience was even richer than him. ”

"Then why do you still ......," Guo Qing hesitated.

"Why do you have to compete? Because I want you to lose. Fan Wenquan threw out an astonishing sentence.

"Why?" asked Guo Qing.

"Because you've been so smooth all these years, alas. Fan Wenquan raised his head and sighed long, and after a while, he said bitterly: "Child, you have been so smooth all these years, and I blame me for being used to you." Your Uncle Fang has a good saying, this person who is not crazy before the age of thirty is unproductive, and this person who is still crazy after the age of thirty is not promising, child, you are too crazy, you can't see anyone in your crazy eyes. ”

"Let's not talk about how you are in the quyi troupe, just when you come to Tianjin, you see your Uncle Fang is like a love to answer, this is your own uncle, you are this attitude? ”

"Also, do you know how much your Uncle Fang has suffered and suffered for the inheritance of the art of cross talk?

"You also said that Manager Lin has never seen the world, is this your attitude as a child talking to your elders? Child, if you continue like this, you're going to be ruined. ”

Guo Qing lowered his head in shame at these words, and tears also fell.

Fan Wenquan sighed again, and said earnestly: "Art is the first thing to be virtuous, and no virtue is not art." You have also learned a lot of things over the years, you have learned the basic skills of Allegro, Guankou, and Liu Huoer, but if you look at the one that is stronger than your junior brother, he is only nine years old, and he has only been learning art for two years. Child, you are too floating, you will never succeed if you continue like this. ”

"Division...... Master, I ...... I know...... Wrong, I should ...... What should I do?" Guo Qing said while crying, he was really scared.

Fan Wenquan got up from the chair, stepped forward and squatted down, hugged Guo Qing's head, and said softly: "Child, we will go back to Beijing in a few days, you are thirteen years old this year, and there are five years to be eighteen, you don't want to perform on stage in these five years, just work in the quyi troupe, start from sweeping the floor, start from the bottom, okay?"

Guo Qing nodded desperately in Fan Wenquan's arms, but he couldn't stop his tears, this is still a thirteen-year-old child.

Fan Wenquan also hugged Guo Qing tightly in distress, these are all his own apprentices, eating and living at home are the same as his son, how can he not feel distressed, but there is no way, for the sake of this child's future growth, he must do this.

Guo Qing's performance in the past few years has also been seen in his eyes, he knows that his apprentice has become crazy, but he has nothing to do, he just knows that the senior brother is here, and there is an apprentice with very good talents, so he proposed this competition, just to make Guo Qing frustrated.

The road to growth needs setbacks, otherwise he will not become a talent in this life, an arrogant child like Guo Qing, no matter how you tell him, he will not listen, only by beating off his arrogance, can he see others in his eyes, and it is possible to become a talent, I hope everything is okay with this child.

Looking at the other room of the hotel, He Xiangdong was also being cleaned up, and the child was kneeling on the ground, looking at the master pitifully.

Fang Wenqi had a calm face and asked, "Is it that you are a troublemaker, and you didn't play the right life?"

He Xiangdong didn't dare to hide it from his master, so he quickly explained: "Master, no, it's Guo Qing who ......."

"Answer yes or no?" Fang Wenqi shouted angrily again.

He Xiangdong was very aggrieved: "It's me, but when I lived, Guo Qinglao sarcastically mocked my cross talk, I couldn't force me, I ......"

Fang Wenqi's face was even more gloomy, and he scolded: "Okay, you He Xiangdong, your wings are hard now, you are going crazy." That's how you fool the audience, everyone buys tickets and comes in, they all spend real money, they are all our food and clothing parents, you are fooling like this, who are you right?"

He Xiangdong argued in a low voice: "I'm not all good, who knew that Guo Qing was so useless, he couldn't hold it, and he even cut the bottom, and said that he was professional." ”

As soon as he heard this, Fang Wenqi said even more angrily: "When you come to the stage, the two of you are one, one is prosperous and the other is lost, you have fed the dog everything I usually teach you? If you live right, will you still be like this? Your master and I have been talking about cross talk for most of my life, and I don't dare to play without a single burden, and you still want to turn the sky upside down? Kneel here for me to reflect on." ”

Fang Wenqi rushed to the side of the bed angrily with his hands behind his back, and turned around and shouted, "Kneel for me." ”

He Xiangdong immediately straightened his waist and looked sad.