There is a saying in the artist industry called "Familiar with books, and you can't get tired of listening to music", which means that you have to listen to fresh stories, and the audience likes to listen to fresh stories. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Familiar plays are those that the audience likes to listen to those very familiar plays, especially the representative works of a certain character, whenever there is a performance by this character, the audience will name and let people sing that play again.

This is not only the case in Liyuanxing, but also in the song industry, for example, the audience is about to vomit when they listen to a certain singer's masterpiece in private, but if he goes to someone's concert, he will definitely still dance to let people sing that song.

That's where the two differ.

There are many categories of quyi, which is a combination of the two characteristics of raw books and familiar operas.

Let's take cross talk as an example, the audience likes to listen to fresh cross talk, but people also like to listen to old cross talk with taste, such as the Eight Major Career Changes, this section is won by Liu Huoer, which is not tired of listening.

There is also a very technical "Twelve Lessons in Cross Talk" that He Xiangdong has performed before, and this section can also be performed repeatedly.

There is also a narrative plot that can be applied to the original cross talk, including the story framework, but as long as the burden is changed, it will still be very popular with the audience.

Its own adaptability and adaptability are very good, so this is a piece of music that you can't get tired of listening to.

He Xiangdong has occasionally said a few times over the years, but most of them have said two or three paragraphs.

Even when he moved to the Literary Society, He Xiangdong had just tied the button with a nine-headed case the night before, which also attracted many viewers to the Sifang Teahouse, but he still didn't fill in the hole later.

Therefore, some old viewers heard that He Xiangdong was going to talk about the nine-head case again, and these people were really about to scold, because they were too afraid that He Xiangdong's grandson would dig another pit and leave, and their fragile little hearts couldn't withstand this kind of blow.

No matter what, He Xiangdong's nine-headed case was still opened, and within three or five minutes, everyone in the audience was attracted by He Xiangdong, and these people were fascinated by it, and they were all immersed in the story.

There are many big names such as Hou Sanye, as well as a few well-informed old-timers such as Zhang Baoku, and even Zhao Fenghua, who is ready to find trouble, is attracted by He Xiangdong's story.

He Xiangdong's level of storytelling is not far from a generation of grandmasters, I think that in the Peony Award competition, he single-handedly suppressed the subject of storytelling, and at that time his level was already a generation of famous masters.

More than four years have passed, and he has fully accepted Wang Miwei's inheritance and learned all his skills.

He Xiangdong is still the only successor of Zhang's storytelling, and in addition, he has inherited the mantle of Wang Miwei, and the disciples who have been carefully taught by the two great masters are not powerful? Not to mention that He Xiangdong's own conditions are amazing.

So it's no surprise that he has the ability he has today.

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After speaking alone, the chicken-dog combination came up and said a short paragraph, He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai came to a finale of the big paragraph, and the performance was about to end, and it was almost 12 o'clock at this time.

And then it was a return, and the small jokes that were said in the return were all the kind of small passages that were on the verge of being lost before. The cost of traditional cross talk is about 300 paragraphs, but with some small jokes, there are enough thousands.

Fang Wenqi collected more miscellaneous back then, and He Xiangdong learned more, and he really knew a lot of things in his stomach.

At the end of the third stage, all the actors appeared again, He Xiangdong stood at the front, Zhang Wenhai thought about it, and also stood in the back and pushed Xue Guo into the table. Xiang Wenshe's future depends on these two people, and he must let these two people have the ability to shelter Xiang Wenshe from the wind and rain as soon as possible.

He Xiangdong looked at the audience full of emotion, and then looked at the peers who came, he felt even more difficult to understand, turned his head to look at the reporter friends who were still strong, he bowed his head slightly, and said to the audience: "At the beginning, I told you that at the end of the show, I will tell you a little story for everyone, everyone still remembers, right?"

"Yes. The audience shouted in unison.

Reporter media friends were also shocked, before the performance started, they knew from He Xiangdong that he was going to release a big news, but He Xiangdong has refused to disclose it, these people have been waiting for the news until now, and now they are finally going to hear it.

Many reporters and friends have turned on their recording equipment, and also took out pens and notebooks, ready to record.

The recording team of the TV station also hurriedly pointed the camera at He Xiangdong's face, and they were going to record it carefully.

He Xiangdong put his hands in his sleeves, his brows were tightly locked, and his master's old and stubborn appearance appeared in front of him, and gradually, He Xiangdong's eyes also brought a little wetness.

He Xiangdong's voice slowly lowered, and he sighed slowly: "I want to tell you the story of a stubborn old man, this old man is not popular, and he has no friends in this life, his friends can be counted on one hand." ”

"The old man has no great ability, he has been displaced all his life, he has not even married a daughter-in-law, his family is also very poor, he can barely have a bite to eat, sometimes the situation is not good, and hunger is often a thing. ”

"The old man is very stubborn, he can't listen to what others say, he only listens to his own, he thinks it's right, he will definitely do it, no matter how others persuade him. ”

As he spoke, He Xiangdong's eyes became redder and redder, and Fan Wenquan on the stage also turned his head to the side, his face full of unbearable color.

The audience was a little unclear, but everyone felt the turmoil in He Xiangdong's heart, and there was silence in the audience, and everyone was reluctant to make a sound to disturb the already emotional person on the stage.

He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled bitterly, and continued: "The old man may have a bad brain, he joined the Quyi Troupe after the founding of the People's Republic of China, a standard people's artist, eating imperial food, having income, status and reputation, marrying a daughter-in-law, having a child, and accepting a few more apprentices, no matter how old he is, he must also be a respected old artist." ”

"But the old mind is sick, and he has a good life, but he has to make a big fuss, and he retired from the quyi troupe and wandered the rivers and lakes to collect and sort out the traditional cross talk that is about to be lost. Protecting traditional culture is a matter for the country to take the lead, what do you want a bad old man to mix up blindly?"

"I also put everything into myself, the old man has never had a good life in his life, wandering the rivers and lakes, saying a little more nicely called running the rivers and lakes to perform, saying a little ugly, this is no big difference from the beggars on the street, and even our life is not as good as those beggars, do you think this person is crazy?"

"Back then, he wasn't allowed to talk about traditional cross talk, these traditional old toys had to be changed, and he didn't have to do it. For this reason, he did not hesitate to break with the cross talk industry at that time, and plunged into the people, and since then all the glory has been lost to him, he can't even eat, and he doesn't even have a place to live, do you think he is crazy?"

Hearing this, everyone at the scene was shocked, whether it was peers or audiences, everyone was shocked, what kind of person is this?

He Xiangdong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "The old man has loved cross talk all his life, and he can do anything for cross talk, even if he wants his life." No one knows how much the old man has suffered, no one knows how much the old man has suffered, not even me. ”

"All I know is that the old man was already old when he was in his sixties, and when he was seventy, his body was already terrible, and he didn't have a good place all over his body, and the doctors said that it was a miracle that he was still alive. ”

"All I can know is that the old man is full of ability, and he has learned a lot of cross talk that no one else has heard. Many other people lament the lost jokes, and he will do it. ”

"Take our traditional cross talk special that is on the verge of being lost, why do I dare to say that we can't find 20 people in the nearly 100 jokes we perform, the reason is because these things are all exchanged for the old man's life, so I dare to say this. ”

The eyes of many audiences in the audience were red, and many female audiences had tears coming down, what a pure and noble artist this is, no other words can describe him, this is an artist, a real artist.

Media friends also sighed, with tears in the corners of their eyes, and carefully recorded them in their notebooks.

The peers were very complicated in their hearts, and compared with the old man He Xiangdong said, they all had a feeling of being ashamed of themselves.

Hou Sanye sighed deeply and shook his head silently.

Mr. Shi lowered his head and said nothing.

Chu Cheng had already burst into tears.

Yan Liang looked at He Xiangdong in a daze, at this moment, he felt that he really understood He Xiangdong, not only the ability of the other party, but also the stubbornness that he did not change his heart in the face of being banned, this is the real artist.

Even Zhao Fenghua's group of people obviously came to find fault, but now they have nothing to say. It's okay to talk about other things, but when you want to talk about this old man, they feel that they don't have the face to open their mouths.

He Xiangdong's own tears were also a little uncontrollable, he wiped his tears, choked and roared: "This old man is my master Fang Wenqi, the Fang Wenqi who loves cross talk to death." ”