On the stage, He Xiangdong looked at the audience with a calm smile, and waited for the audience's enthusiasm to drop a little before he said: "If you call for a while, we will share the money backstage, and we don't have to perform." ”

The audience smiled heartily.

He Xiangdong continued to say cheaply: "Ah, why don't you applaud?"

The audience below also shouted: "Refund the ticket." "It makes everyone laugh, cross talk is good, it's easy to mingle on and off stage.

He Xiangdong waved his hand and said with a smile: "Go back, the box office is at the door, go back and go, I can tell you, our Manager Lin is squatting at the door with a chain around his neck, and he is not afraid of death." ”

"Woo ......" the audience shouted loudly.

In the background, Lin Zhengjun's face darkened, and this kid made fun of him all day long.

He Xiangdong smiled and continued: "Today is my opening again, I used to sing a little tune, I think everyone is tired of listening to it, today is a fresh one." ”

"Good ......" the audience applauded.

He Xiangdong took out the bamboo board in his hand and shook it, and said: "Sing an allegro book for everyone today, Nezha is in the sea, you can hold it more." ”

Not much to say, He Xiangdong sang on the board, the bright rhythm of the bamboo board sounded, and he sang along with the banyan: "The blue sea reflects the sun, the wind and waves are quiet and clear."

The little petrel kept singing, it was a high one, a low one, a short one, a long one, and it couldn't stop singing.

As soon as its wings fluttered, it flew into the sky......"

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway. The audience below was all watching the excitement of the children, and Fang Wenqi and Yang San in the background were a little surprised.

Yang San turned his head to look at Fang Wenqi and said: "Dongzi's kung fu seems to have improved a lot, he is not out of breath, he is not in a hurry, and his pronunciation has a little taste." ”

Fang Wenqi was also slightly surprised, he is He Xiangdong's master, he is very clear about every change in He Xiangdong's body, he didn't have this ability to sing Allegro last time, why has he improved so much in the past few days, is it suddenly enlightened?

Yang San said again: "Look at Dongzi's posture, Allegro sings a little taste, and you can almost learn to stand-up, Fang Qi, how are you going to teach Dongzi stand-up?"

Fang Wenqi glanced at him, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and said, "How else can I teach, just teach you, you can speak better than me, who will teach you as an uncle?"

Yang San smiled, and the old god was saying, "I don't have time to teach, and I don't have this mind." ”

Fang Wenqi laughed in his heart, he didn't have time to teach you why he was stirring up this topic, he said: "Why don't you let Dongzi knock one for you, so that you also have an apprentice, and you can also teach, right?"

Yang San was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "I, forget it, although your Fang Qi lineage is not from a good background, but it is still in the cross talk family tree, I was born in a wild road, I don't even have a master, I am a child without a father, and there is no inheritance." You let Dongzi come to me in a few days, and I'll teach him, as long as the child is good. ”

Fang Wenqi glanced at Yang San in a daze, just smiled, and didn't persuade much.

"You can hear the noise,

He's crackling and popping.

The Taishi chair turned over,

The bottom of the table of the Eight Immortals is facing the sky. ”

After singing the last sentence, He Xiangdong bowed deeply and stepped off the stage directly, leaving a group of audience members who shouted there to come again.

Fang Wenqi looked at Yang San and said, "It's time for the two of us." ”

Yang San also smiled: "Let's go." ”

Fang Wenqi smiled again.

There were a lot of audiences this night, this night was a glorious night of traditional cross talk, this is also the last glorious period of cross talk, 84 The Spring Festival Gala appeared the first sketch "Eating Noodles", from this year on, this form of small skits quickly captured the major galas, report performances, condolence performances, all the traditional positions of cross talk were captured by sketches, so that many cross talk actors later defected to the camp of sketches.

It was also from this year that the art form of sketches became more and more mature, more and more fun, and more and more interesting, but cross talk became more and more rigid, more and more unfunny, and began to decline, and even in the nineties, it completely fell into a trough, and no one listened to it anymore.

But these people in the theater can't feel it, Fang Wenqi once expected that cross talk might become more and more difficult, but even he didn't expect everything to come so quickly and so seriously.

But in any case, the night was still glorious, and everyone on and off the stage was very happy, but no one noticed a pair of jealous and resentful eyes in a corner of the audience.

At the end of the performance, all the actors dragged their tired bodies home.

On the second day, Fang Wenqi assigned He Xiangdong a task, asking him to write a cross talk by himself, or adapt a traditional cross talk by himself, and use it on stage in the future.

It has always been Fang Wenqi who told He Xiangdong to live, and he taught him to perform on stage, like this, he took the initiative to write cross talk, this is the first time, although he also got the five instruments sold last time, but the work was taught by the master.

He Xiangdong felt that this matter was very new and challenging, and he was also thinking about what to say.

When he went to Zhang Kuoru's house to study storytelling, he also talked to Zhang Kuoru about it, and Zhang Kuoru said to him: "I don't know much about your cross talk, I only know that if you want to express something, you must understand."

It, although you say in your cross talk that you can't laugh crookedly, but the premise is that you must understand this reason, and you must be very serious about crooking this reason, rather than talking about it in generalities. ”

He Xiangdong nodded in agreement, that's what they mean when they say cross talk, don't look at some cross talk actors talking nonsense on stage, he is actually talking very seriously, every nonsense is decided after many deliberations in the audience, otherwise it will really become nonsense.

Zhang Kuoru continued: "As for writing a brand new cross talk, it's too difficult for a child of your age, and it's really hard to say whether it can be sounded in front of the audience. So I suggest that you still change a traditional cross talk that you are good at, and then take it and say it. ”

He Xiangdong asked, "How to change?"

Zhang Kuoru said with a smile: "Then it's up to you, I don't understand your cross talk." But everything changes, you think carefully about whether every sentence and every burden can be sounded in your theater, whether it can be sounded in front of the audience in the current social background, and then think about how to change it for the better. Finally, you can also add some of your best skills, I remember your ventriloquist is good, you can add it. ”

Hearing these words, He Xiangdong's eyes lit up, and he finally cleared the clouds and saw the moon, a task thrown to him by the master really overwhelmed him at first, but now he finally knows the idea.

He thanked Zhang Kuoru and said, "Thank you, sir." "Mr. means teacher, although he has not apprenticed, but he has always treated Zhang Kuoru as a master.

Zhang Kuoru waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

He Xiangdong's small eyes rolled, and he drooled: "Sir, it's time for lunch, this ...... I'll serve you dinner. ”

Zhang Kuoru glanced at him angrily and said, "Qingfeng left you a bowl of braised pork when he went out, and I went to heat it myself." ”

"Hey, okay. He Xiangdong ran to the kitchen happily.