Zhang Kuoru has been away from the art world for decades, and now that he is older, he is even more reluctant to have more contact with people in the storytelling industry. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He rarely keeps in touch with his peers, but that doesn't mean he doesn't keep in touch, some of his former friends still know his whereabouts, and they often drink tea and chat together.

This is the case with the old man Bai Kuoshan, he and Zhang Kuoru are brothers, and the relationship between the two is very good. In order to pave the way for He Xiangdong, Zhang Kuoru also brought him to these seniors who commented on the story, and the influence of the seniors on this young man was still very good.

It's already remarkable that you can talk about storytelling at this point when you're young, and the last time Bai Kuoshan saw He Xiangdong was in the summer of last year, and he hadn't seen anyone for more than half a year.

At that time, the level of Zhang Kuoru's apprentice was already about the same as Du Yuefeng, but that child was only in his twenties, and Du Yuefeng was in his thirties, so he was really a brilliant young man.

Bai Kuoshan looked around, and now the people entering the venue are quite mixed, and he can't find that familiar figure, so he laughed at himself, no matter how much, it will naturally come, and there will definitely be one today and the day after tomorrow.

The storytelling time is relatively long, and it will definitely not be finished in one day, so the storytelling competition was approved for three days.

The backstage of the storytelling is very simple, anyway, it's all a one-person thing, and you don't need many props, just put on a little makeup.

There aren't many actors performing today, just eleven people, so the makeup artists backstage are also empty, which is much easier than putting on makeup for those who talk about cross talk.

There used to be a joke in the artist industry, called that those who go to tell stories are people who have no friends, but if you can have a friend, then you can also say cross talk.

Of course, this is all a joke.

The backstage actors were also divided into three groups, one group was He Xiangdong and Fu Sheng, who sat together and chatted. There was also a group of people gathered around, and the person sitting in the middle was Du Yuefeng.

Du Yuefeng is a popular student in the field of storytelling, and now he is a very famous storytelling artist, He Xiangdong has also listened to his storytelling on the radio, and what he said is indeed very good.

As for the nonsense of the group of people holding the moon in the stars, He Xiangdong didn't have much to listen to, it was nothing more than flattering words.

Du Yuefeng sat upright, although he was still very polite when he spoke, the faint arrogance on his face was still obvious.

He Xiangdong glanced at him a few times and didn't pay much attention, his attention was on the last group of people, the biggest difference between these two people and them was that they carried a pair of bamboo boards.

He Xiangdong raised his eyebrows, these two people are talking about bamboo board books, and now the bamboo board books are about to be lost, but I didn't expect the two to blow up because of the Peony Award selection.

Looking at the posture of the two people, it seems to be quite professional, and it is generally good to tell a story, but it is often two people who sing bamboo board books, one person is telling stories in front, and the other person is playing a board for him in the back, which is called a board master.

Because when telling a story, the actor can not just rely on a mouth, he will also involve some body movements, so it is inconvenient to play and tell stories by himself.

These two actors who sang bamboo board books were Jiang Hai and Ma Hongjun from Nanjing, and they finally decided to participate in the competition, and they entered the first test and now come to the retest.

Ma Hongjun said: "Xiaohai, you can talk about it in front later, and the master will be a board master for you in the back." ”

Jiang Hai was still a little hesitant: "Master, but we're all going to take the retest, or I'll play the board, I said that the level of the book is very average, or you can come, otherwise I don't know if we can enter the finals." ”

Ma Hongjun smiled gently: "Not many people know the bamboo board book now, and not many people are willing to learn it, the master is old, and the task of inheriting the bamboo board book in the future will definitely be handed over to you, so you must stand in front of the stage, no matter what the final result is, it must be you who will stand up, and only you." ”

"Hmm. Jiang Hai nodded emphatically.

He Xiangdong listened to it very badly, every time he saw the difficult inheritance of this kind of quyi that was about to become extinct, he felt panicked, but he was weak, had no money, no power, and no good way, so he could only watch.

Now the state has also introduced a lot of policies to save the endangered traditional opera, and many people are doing this, but unfortunately they have little effect.

In fact, the songs that are on the verge of being lost are all in the hands of one or two people, and those people are basically Jianghu artists, and they are very heavy in Jianghu Qi. And the people who do this thing to save are all modern officials, and they don't understand the things of quyi, let alone the rules and ideas of artists in the rivers and lakes. Asking a layman to do this kind of thing is just nonsense.

He Xiangdong also thought about what he would do if he did it himself, in fact, he and his master have been collecting and sorting out the traditional cross talk that is about to be lost for decades.

They also want to save other genres that are on the verge of being lost, but unfortunately it takes a lot of manpower, material and financial resources to do this, and the current He Xiangdong does not have any of the above three items, he is just an ordinary little artist who is not famous, and he can't even hold this head.

"Alas......" He Xiangdong sighed deeply.

The staff also came to call: "The first group, Allegro, Jiang Hai, Ma Hongjun." Come with me, I'm going to perform on stage. ”

"Good. Jiang Hai agreed, and went out with the master with the bamboo plank.

After He Xiangdong's side, He Xiangdong looked at the two of them and solemnly hugged their fists and said, "Hard work." ”

Fu Sheng beside him also hugged his fists and said: "It's hard." ”

Ma Hongjun and Jiang Hai stopped, Jiang Hai was slightly stunned, what these two people said was so strange, shouldn't they say things like wishing Ma to success, what the hell is hard work.

Ma Hongjun's eyes moved slightly, he was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, and there were no rivers and lakes at that time, but his master was an old Jianghu, and he had told him a lot of rules and regulations, and he was about to forget them, but he didn't expect two people from the rivers and lakes to suddenly appear here.

The meeting is hard, it must be the rivers and lakes.

Ma Hongjun also hugged his fists and said: "Hard work, we are all old friends, and we will come and go more in the future." ”

Hearing this, He Xiangdong and Fu Sheng smiled even more, and the words Ma Hongjun said were the most commonly used greetings for Jianghu artists.

Jiang Hai and Du Yuefeng's group of people all looked inexplicable, what the hell.

He Xiangdong stretched out his hand and said, "Please." ”

The same is true for Fu Sheng.

Ma Hongjun raised his head and smiled, and then strode out.