He Xiangdong sat firmly in front of the stage, crossed his hands together, leaned forward and greeted the old gentlemen: "I said uncles, they didn't scare you when they quarreled just now, right?"

Xi'an people have a hard temper, and at that time, an old man spoke with his neck stalked: "What are you talking about, they can still scare Le (me), and they don't see who Le (I) is." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

He Xiangdong raised his head and smiled, his state was very relaxed, he was a natural live artist, he still felt a lot of pressure when he was off the field, and when he really got on the field, his state was completely withdrawn from the pressure, very chic and free.

I have long forgotten about the competition, but I am completely engaged in talking about cross talk, and I am very serious about letting the audience in front of me recognize my performance and recognize my cross talk.

If you don't go crazy, you can't live, you are extremely affectionate, you are sexual, and He Xiangdong, who really talks about cross talk seriously, is the most powerful He Xiangdong, and this state is his best state.

He Xiangdong smiled and said: "Then I know, looking at the appearance and temperament of the uncle, I know that the uncle must be a person who is not afraid of things, and when he was young, he must have been the master who stomped in the morgue and no one dared to move." ”

"Hahaha......" everyone laughed.

The uncle who was ridiculed by He Xiangdong was not happy, and said: "You baby, why are you talking, the morgue is full of dead people." ”

He Xiangdong gave a thumbs up and said, "It shows that you are majestic, just as majestic as I swept the whole kindergarten last year." ”

Everyone laughed again, and the ridiculed uncle laughed especially happily.

The original estrangement was almost resolved by He Xiangdong's two small burdens, and he has a very natural affinity, earthly atmosphere, also called Taiyuaner, and when he stops on the stage, he makes people rejoice from the bottom of their hearts.

Xue Guo was sitting on pins and needles there, looking at He Xiangdong very nervously, he was still very skeptical of He Xiangdong's level.

Chen Yigong just looked at it indifferently.

Fu Sheng's eyes changed slightly when he looked at He Xiangdong, he took this job because he couldn't save face, and he didn't think that his strength was comparable to this young man, but now there was a crack in his concept.

Second floor.

This is an old-fashioned teahouse, the middle of the second floor is hollowed, the second floor has a hall and a private room, the private room is built around, there is a corridor at the door, and you can see He Xiangdong's performance when you open the door.

Now a door opened.

Inside sat a very spirited old man, and a disheveled, sloppy young man. The old man was holding the tea bowl, his body had always been sideways, and he had been staring at it since He Xiangdong first came on the field, and he hadn't relaxed until now.

The scruffy young man looked at him: "How's it going?"

The old man also cherished the words like gold: "I'm watching." ”

……

He Xiangdong on the first floor continued to say: "You may have doubts in your hearts, why did this person quarrel? I have to tell you about this slowly, that white and fat man is a rich man, what is the point of being rich? People eat meat and buns only meat and do not eat buns. And that thin young man, whose family is poor, can only afford to eat buns, but cannot afford to eat meat. ”

"Then how did these two people get together? The thin man has been poorer lately, and he can't even afford to eat Bai Ji Bao, so he wants to eat with the fat rich man, anyway, that person eats meat and doesn't eat buns, so he can just eat the buns himself." ”

"Who knew that when this white fat heard it, he didn't agree to it, and he got angry at that time, and he was about to leave with me. He still has a reason, he will give you the bun to eat, what will my mother-in-law and children eat?"

"Haha......" The burden shook out, and several old men couldn't help laughing. There is a folk joke in Xi'an that there are rich people who eat meat and don't eat buns, and they take the buns back to their wives and children at night, they have all heard them, but when they say it from He Xiangdong's mouth, it is particularly funny.

He Xiangdong also breathed a sigh of relief, it looked like it was almost over, and these people really accepted themselves and could be regarded as friends with them.

His words just now seem very simple, but in fact, he also uses skills, he added a lot of interrogative sentences in it, so that when he speaks, one by one obvious small questions are thrown, which not only tells the doubts in the audience's heart, but also allows the audience to accept it in their hearts after listening, so that there is a form of one question and one answer, which can better allow the audience to participate and integrate.

This is a little trick to say cross talk.

Seeing that the heat was almost over, He Xiangdong also began to get to the point: "Don't look at my young age, in fact, I am also a cross talk actor, today I received an invitation from the owner of our Liu family teahouse to tell you a cross talk, if it is not good, you will bear with me." ”

"Good ......" Several old men applauded one after another, and the effect of He Xiangdong making friends with them in front of him was now shown. If he said this as soon as he came on the field, it would be ironclad to be cold, and it would be difficult to say it after the cold.

He Xiangdong began to pick up the words of the previous scene: "Earlier, Mr. Fu told you a nine-head case, a traditional stand-up comedy, which is very good. It's about a homicide, and you're all elderly, so you won't be scared, right?"

"What's the matter?"

"It won't drop. ”

"The musicians (we) are very bold. ”

……

Xi'an people are so unwilling to admit defeat.

He Xiangdong smiled: "Uncles are all heroes, that's okay, boy, I'll tell you a ghost story, a story about catching demons and taking ghosts." ”

"Good ......," everyone applauded.

He Xiangdong had a bit of a lot of stubble with the audience in front of him, and the scene was a bit messy, he couldn't go directly to the work like Fu Sheng before, but had to use Xingmu and fixed-scene poems, the most important role of these two is to set the scene and suppress the words.

is still the most classic set poem, He Xiangdong attracted everyone present as soon as he opened his mouth, like a magical magic.

"Storytelling, singing, and persuading people, the three avenues go to the center. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world ......" He Xiangdong picked up the waking wood, and the momentum of the whole person changed.

"It's vicissitudes...... Smack......"

Xingmu fell, and the town was pressed.

Fu Sheng's eyes lit up suddenly.

The old man on the second floor couldn't help but lean forward a lot, his dark and shiny eyes stared at He Xiangdong tightly, and he read softly in his mouth: "What a deep storytelling kung fu." ”

Like cross talk actors, storytelling artists don't need to listen to you when they go on stage, but look at how you use the three things on the table, you know how much ability you have.

He Xiangdong began to speak vividly: "Hunting demons, there are goblins and ghosts in here, everything." But first of all, let's not be superstitious, we don't believe in ghosts and gods, but things in this world have cause and effect, and there are many things that science can't explain. ”

"Take the intensive care ward of the hospital as an example, every day at 11 o'clock in the morning, people die, I don't know why, just the nurse in front of me is still fine, and then when I turn around and come back, people die after only ten minutes, every day. ”

As soon as these words came out, the hairs on the backs of those old men stood up. Fu Sheng's eyes froze, he vaguely guessed what He Xiangdong wanted to say, but he couldn't believe it.

The old man's messy white tiger eyebrows on the second floor were also wrinkled together, staring closely at the stage.

He Xiangdong smiled: "There is no way to explain this science, but later, it was still explained, not by science, but later by investigation and monitoring." It turned out that the aunt who was sweeping the floor pulled out the patient's ventilator every time she came to clean, replaced her vacuum cleaner plug, and replaced it after using it. ”

"Hahaha......" Hearing this explanation, those old men couldn't stop happy, and now vacuum cleaners have not yet become popular, but they all know it.

He Xiangdong smiled and officially entered the work: "What I want to talk about today, called Zhang Shuangxi Monster Hunt, is a long stand-up comedy, when is it, during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, it happened in Beijing, where is this place, the sorghum bridge outside Xizhimen, there is also called Gaoliang Bridge, I think that the sorghum bridge outside Xizhimen is also charming, the azure water, the blue birds, the flowers and the creek murmuring......"

Hearing this, Fu Sheng's eyes narrowed suddenly, and sure enough, he said this, how could he do this?

Xue Guo was also stunned when he heard this, and looked at He Xiangdong blankly.

The old man's frowning eyebrows on the second floor slowly loosened, and he said softly: "Zhang Shuangxi hunts demons, he actually knows how to hunt demons with Zhang Shuangxi." (To be continued.) )