The person Fan Wenquan said was surnamed Zhang, and Mr. Zhang, an old Beijinger, is now in his sixties, retired and idle at home. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He Xiangdong felt wilted at first sight of this person, a thin and tall old man, with a pair of old-fashioned glasses on his nose, he looked very gentle and elegant, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the voice was wilting.

The three of them sat down at Zhang Wenhai's house, and it was Mr. Zhang's daughter who entertained them, Zhang Wenhai sat on the sofa with old-fashioned glasses, and asked, "Old Fan, why do you have time to come to see me today?"

Fan Wenquan is also a frequent visitor to the Zhang family, but he is not seen at all, and when he arrives at someone's house, he begins to take off his shoes, put his feet on the sofa, and drink the teacup.

Zhang Wenhai rolled his eyes at him, he had long been accustomed to the virtue of his old friend, and he didn't care much about it, but his eyes stayed on He Xiangdong for a few more seconds.

Fan Wenquan put down the teacup and said to Zhang Wenhai: "Didn't you say last time that it's okay to retire and be idle at home? ”

When it was his turn to speak, He Xiangdong said to Zhang Wenhai: "Hello, Mr. Zhang, my name is He Xiangdong, a small folk cross talk artist. ”

Fan Wenquan added: "This is a closed disciple accepted by my senior brother. ”

"Oh?" Zhang Wenhai looked at He Xiangdong with a slight surprise, and asked again, "Are you Fang Wenqi's disciple?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said: "I will not give up on my teacher, and I have followed my teacher to learn art for many years." ”

Fan Wenquan added: "This child is an orphan, he was abducted by traffickers when he was a child, and then my senior brother rescued him, and then he followed my senior brother everywhere to perform arts, and then until now." ”

Zhang Wenhai nodded, and asked again, "Are you a young artist?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "Hit elementary school." ”

Zhang Wenhai continued to ask, "What will you order?"

He Xiangdong was stunned, what would he do? How to answer this.

Fan Wenquan said: "This kid was very good when he was a child, he had a good childish voice, and he was also very good at penetrating his mouth, and his basic skills were very solid, eh, I remember that you could also ventriloquist, right?"

He Xiangdong said: "Yes, there are some masters, and my master has also taught me a lot." ”

Zhang Wenhai smiled: "Hey, the tone is not small, and there will be some." There are four courses in cross talk, talk and sing, and talk about it carefully, there are twelve of them, how many will you have. ”

He Xiangdong was also laughing, looked at Zhang Wenhai's eyes, and said, "I will." ”

Zhang Wenhai raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up slightly, and he said: "Good boy, it's not too young to breathe, okay, you can show us all these twelve doors once?"

Fan Wenquan also persuaded: "Dongzi, this is all my own family, don't dare to talk nonsense, some of these twelve lessons are about to be lost, your cowhide is blown up, it's not okay to be embarrassed." ”

He Xiangdong looked at Fan Wenquan in astonishment, is this persuading himself, this is obviously forcing himself into a corner, he said helplessly: "Uncle, no wonder my master always says that you lack virtue?"

Fan Wenquan deliberately lowered his face and scolded: "Go, what is this called." Then, within two seconds, he couldn't help but smile evilly.

Zhang Wenhai was also there to instigate: "Come on, don't you coax you, gentlemen?"

He Xiangdong glanced at the two unscrupulous old men, and didn't argue with them, and said directly: "Twelve homework, the first one is the set poem, I can't come here without waking up." ”

Zhang Wenhai said: "I have it, I have it, I don't have anything." With that, he stood up and went to find his waking wood, and now He Xiangdong saw the truth, this old man had one shoulder high and one shoulder low, and he didn't know how to get it.

Soon, Zhang Wenhai took a small waking wood and gave it to He Xiangdong, He Xiangdong pinched a few fingers, and the momentum on his body suddenly changed.

He Xiangdong took the awakening wood, smiled slightly, and said, "I haven't made this thing for a few days." ”

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan didn't answer, the two looked at He Xiangdong without blinking, the layman looked at the lively, and the insider looked at the doorway, but looking at He Xiangdong's posture of waking wood, he knew that this person's kung fu was not shallow.

Without further ado, He Xiangdong opened his mouth and said a set poem, which belongs to the set poem in stand-up comedy: "From a distance, it flickering, and up close, it looks fluttering and shaking." It's not a gourd, it's not a scoop, it's flushed and bubbled up in the water. ”

The set poems in cross talk are different from other poems, it does not require neat sentences, it is meaningful, most of the set poems have a small burden in them, and when it comes to the back, the audience laughs, and it hooks people.

But the difficulty of setting a poem is that it is still in the form of a poem, and the baggage in it is not too funny, and it is usually said in stand-up comedy, and there is no holding it, and if you want to ring the baggage, it depends on your ability.

Undoubtedly, He Xiangdong definitely has this ability: "Some people say it's fish maw, and some people say it's urine bubbles." The two bet on the riverside and looked, it turned out to be a monk...... Syllable...... Bathe. ”

The wake-up sounds, and the finale poem ends. The set poem in the gate will set aside a few words, and those words will be added after the shooting. The northeast part outside the gate is the one who wakes up the wood after the set poem is finished, which is different.

The burden is shaking, Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan have also eaten and seen, they have been talking about cross talk for most of their lives, but they didn't laugh, but they also showed their expressions, which was interesting.

He Xiangdong asked, "How am I?" ”

Zhang Wenhai said indifferently: "It's okay." ”

Fan Wenquan asked, "Your method of awakening wood was taught to you by Mr. Zhang Kuoru?" He heard Lin Zhengjun say that He Xiangdong apprenticed to Zhang Kuoru, so he asked.

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "It was taught by my storytelling master." ”

Fan Wenquan also nodded.

Zhang Wenhai didn't care so much, he became more and more interested in the kid in front of him, and urged: "Hurry up, don't ink, you only made one of the twelve homework, hurry up." ”

This old man is still a broken mouth, He Xiangdong also smiled, he knew that his uncle was definitely useful in introducing this old man to him, so he didn't hide his ability, but showed it to the fullest: "The singing skills in the twelve gates, if you want to know the lyrics of Liu'er and Taiping, I'll have a Liu'er first." The word blessing is to be happy and rushing......"

sang the four joys of the ten immortals, without the gong cymbal soundtrack, He Xiangdong pressed his fingers on the board eye.

As soon as his voice spoke, it really startled the two old men. Zhang Wenhai himself is not good at singing, but he can listen to the product, just listening to the first sentence, he grew his mouth in surprise, and his eyes showed an undisguised look of amazement.

Fan Wenquan heard this child sing more than ten years ago, and he had already sung very well at that time, and this child has grown to such a point in the past ten years, this is simply incredible, this singing skill is simply amazing.

How do they know how many sins He Xiangdong has suffered for his throat over the years, and it is a bitter tear when he mentions it, it can only be said that anyone's success does not come from accident.

He Xiangdong's most brilliant thing at present is Liu Huo'er, it can be said that his singing skills are no weaker than anyone in the cross talk world, and even in the opera and drum music world, he can also be ranked first, which is really rare for his age.

In the past ten years, he has been running around with his master, and he has also asked many artists about art, and he knows more than that.