He Xiangdong has never been an idealist, nor does he believe in those ethereal things, such as worshipping the ancestor and worshiping the god of wealth and wealth, he does it as a traditional custom, but if he believes in it, it is also not. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He has been mixed in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he has encountered many difficulties and dilemmas, which time has he relied on gods and demons to help solve it, isn't it all his own head-to-head fighting wits and courage with others.

The son is silent, and the strange force is confused.

But today He Xiangdong didn't know why he was so uneasy, he couldn't even sit still, he always felt that he was panicking in his heart, and vaguely felt that something was going to happen.

This is not the kind of conjecture about natural and man-made disasters, but the innate sensitivity of an excellent cross talk artist to the artistic level of fellow artists. Just like a martial arts master's sixth sense can tell whether his opponent can pose a threat to himself, He Xiangdong's feeling is like this.

His uneasiness came from not being sure of Ma Jinshan's strength, and He Xiangdong had seen the video of their re-examination many times, but he always felt that these two people had hidden their strength.

The purpose of He Xiangdong coming over in front was not only to say hello, but also to touch the details of these two people, but unfortunately they hadn't been talking for long here, they were about to come to the stage, and He Xiangdong didn't come up with a reason.

The last smile between Ma Jinshan and Tian Futang when they left completely aroused the uneasiness in He Xiangdong's heart, he couldn't stay backstage, he had to watch the performances of these two people to feel at ease.

As soon as the front foot left, He Xiangdong's back foot immediately followed, and after the two people came on stage, He Xiangdong listened to them talk about cross talk near the door of the stage, there is a problem with the stage setting of this theater, and the actors can't be seen performing at the door of the stage, but the sound of the sound and the feedback from the audience can be heard, which is enough for He Xiangdong.

Ma Jinshan and Tian Futang, two cross talk artists from the south, Shi Shiran, walked to the stage one after the other, the two were fat and thin, one clever and one honest, and the two of them were full of joy before they spoke on the stage, and many viewers couldn't help but smile.

This is actually the edge of the table.

"Cross talk actor Ma Jinshan. ”

"Cross talk actor Tian Futang. ”

"Come up and bow. ”

Applause rang out.

He Xiangdong, who came to the door, frowned, and listened very carefully to the cross talk of the two on the stage.

Yin Ye, a famous cross talk artist on the side of the jury, sat next to Ma Sanye, he was Ma Sanye's apprentice, and he was also the judge of the cross talk final of the Peony Award.

He said to Ma Sanye: "Master, these two people are the apprentices of Zhang Yongye of Jiangnan Banner, and they have been talking cross talk in the south, and they are still very famous in the south. ”

Ma Sanye is not in good health, his face is sick, in fact, he has been infected with bladder cancer at this time, but he has not yet found out, he looked at the two people on the stage, and bowed slightly: "Oh, it's Xiao Zhang Mazi's apprentice." ”

"Hey...... Oh, yes. Yin Ye laughed dryly.

There are two Zhang Mazi in the cross talk world, one is Mr. Zhang Dequan, one of the eight virtues of cross talk, known as Zhang Mazi. Other artists in cross talk Bade also have nicknames, such as Mr. Zhou Deshan, Ma Sanye's master, and his nickname is Zhou Toad.

There is also Mr. Yu Delong's nickname is Staring Yuzi, because his eyes are very big and his eyes are very scary, he is also the elder brother of the German generation of cross talk artists, and he is the head of the cross talk of that generation.

There is also a heartthrob Mr. Li Detin, his heartthrob's nickname is inherited, his grandfather also said cross talk, he was called a heartthrob back then, after Li Dejin said cross talk, the audience gave him the nickname "Little Heartthrob", and after his grandfather died, he inherited the nickname of heartthrob.

The nicknames of cross talk artists are good, ugly, and fun, but as long as they are sent by the audience, people will be happy to accept them, which is the audience's recognition of the artist, and they can even ring their wrists with this nickname.

The cross talk artists of that era were very free and easy, and they were also good at self-deprecation, and that era was also the most vigorous era of cross talk, with many famous artists and magnificent waves.

The second little Zhang Mazi is Zhang Yongye, in fact, this is really not a curse, in another sense, this is a compliment, you are a junior who is called by your peers with the nickname of the predecessors of the cross talk eight virtues, isn't this a kind of recognition and praise?

Ma Sanye continued to chatter and said: "I haven't seen Xiao Zhang Mazi for a few days, and I don't know how he is, how is the level of his two apprentices?"

Yin Ye smiled: "Master, do you give me a palm?"

"Well, the apprentice sent by Xiao Zhang Mazi to participate in the Peony Award, of course that level can't be wrong, just look at how hot these two people are with their master. Ma Sanye said again.

Ma Jinshan said: "If you want to say that we are good, we still have to count the single strings in our quyi." ”

Tian Futang said: "Oh, then you can give us two sentences." ”

Ma Jinshan waved his hand and smiled: "This can't come." ”

"What's wrong?"

Ma Jinshan explained: "We are short of musical instruments here, how did this come from?"

Tian Futang said angrily: "I don't think you can do it at all, you are purely a pig's nose with green onions, pretending." ”

Ma Jinshan was also angry, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Hey, I'll let you pull your ass with a knife today." ”

Tian Futang said, "How do you say this?"

Ma Jinshan said: "I'll open your eyes today, I'll do it today." ”

"Hey. You also say this witticism, don't you think you don't have a musical instrument, I have, come here, bring a three-stringed up. Tian Futang rushed to the back to recruit.

Ma Jinshan said in surprise: "Yo, it's really expected, come on, play it for me." ”

Tian Futang is also not ambiguous, sitting on a chair, with swan bone nails on his hands, the strings of the three strings are relatively hard, and his fingers are easy to hurt without wearing false nails.

After Tian Futang sat down, his fingers flicked, and the melodious melody of the three strings fluttered out. He Xiangdong listened really well in the background, this person who has played the three strings for at least ten years, and his kung fu is not shallow.

The audience also applauded loudly again and again, in fact, it is not that traditional art has lost its charm, many times it is also because modern people are too impetuous, and they must be calm to appreciate traditional art.

Now that I suddenly heard the three strings played by Tian Futang, the eyes of the audience lit up, and they were all attracted.

The judges of the jury also nodded.

Wang Zichen, the director of the film crew, also shouted loudly in the headphones: "The No. 2 camera plays the man with the third string, gives him a close-up of his finger, and then slowly pulls it away." ”

Ma Jinshan joked on stage: "Yo, it's a good talk, at this level, we listen to seven paragraphs for a penny at the door of the community, and people still take care of the food." ”

Tian Futang stopped the three strings and scolded: "Go, you can't sing anymore, I have all the strings for you, what do you want to do?"

Ma Jinshan smiled: "I'm still in a hurry, I still have an octagonal drum here." ”

Tian Futang said with a smile: "I knew that if you said this, I would have prepared it for you a long time ago, come on, bring up the octagonal drum." ”

Ma Jinshan suddenly turned his head, dumbfounded.

Seeing this, the audience laughed and coaxed.

Ma Jinshan took the octagonal drum in his hand and rummaged it back and forth, and he was dumbfounded.

"Wow......" The audience coaxed.

Ma Jinshan looked at the audience, and was also angry, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Do you think I really can't?"

"Yes......" the audience agreed.

Ma Jinshan waved his hand at Tian Futang: "Come, strings, let's have a piece of "Autumn Scene". ”

As soon as Ma Jinshan opened his voice, He Xiangdong's face became ugly.