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He Xiangdong is used to getting up early every morning to practice, and the master has this habit, so it is natural for him to follow as an apprentice.

Chen Jun has passed the period of voice change this year, and his voice has returned to normal. He Xiangdong also began to formally train his voice, cross talk is a language art in the final analysis, and his mouth must be clean.

Chen Jun's conditions are not bad, there is nothing wrong with his mouth, the previous exercises are also quite hard, and he has learned to speak of luck, and now He Xiangdong can teach it much easier.

The voice is like this, as soon as you are born, some people are born with a precious voice, and everything they sing is very tasteful. The second is to rely on practice, the more you practice, the brighter your voice becomes, and the more you practice, the more flavorful it becomes.

Chen Jun's natural condition for his voice is obviously not as good as He Xiangdong's, but it can still be made up for by acquired diligence, most of those corners of Liyuan Xing rely on acquired training to succeed, and those who are born with a good voice are often not productive when they grow up, which is also a strange thing.

He Xiangdong has accepted such an apprentice now, it can be said that Chen Jun is his He Xiangdong's great disciple of the Mountain Gate, he is still very attentive to this apprentice, and he is also very serious about teaching.

led Chen Jun to sing the song of the fair lord's persuasion, and sang some songs in the ten idle days. He Xiangdong asked Chen Jun to sing an allegro again.

Allegro Chen Jun started practicing last year, and now he is playing well: "Bang Li, Bang Li, the small treasure box is boxy, and the skilled craftsmen will make it ......"

Singing is "Zhuge Liang Bet", a typical representative work of the high-school Allegro, the three major schools of Allegro Wang Gao Li, Chen Jun practiced the cycle practice of Qi last year very well, and now he is full of strength, and the tone is also high, which is the most suitable for practicing the high-style Allegro.

The basic skills of cross talk need to be passed one by one, cross talk actors are very good at imitating other kinds of art, there is a saying that it is not like three points, but this is just an ordinary cross talk actor, like He Xiangdong, a talented demon, learning other kinds of art is even better than the original version, who are you talking to?

Chen Jun's talent is good, He Xiangdong's expectations for him are still quite high, and he is willing to teach him a little more, but this matter is not in a hurry. Learning art can only be achieved by decades of water grinding kung fu, and the basic skills must be passed one by one, and there is no room for vanity.

He Xiangdong's ability to have today is inseparable from his hard work in his childhood, and he has to add to the hard work he has been practicing every day for more than ten years. There is no end to learning art, even now He Xiangdong only dares to say that he only has a slight gain.

"Xiaojun, our craftsmen pay attention to learning skills and don't go crazy and don't survive, learning crafts is your own business, this can't tolerate slack or laziness, it is impossible for Master to stare at you every day. If you want to succeed in the future, you have to work hard now. If you want to be noble before men, you will be guilty of them. Okay, Master will go first, you continue to practice here, and after lunch, go to the small garden to help yourself. ”

"Okay, Master, I remember. Chen Jun's immature little face was full of seriousness.

He Xiangdong smiled with relief, patted Chen Jun's head and said, "I'm leaving." ”

With that, He Xiangdong turned around and left.

Chen Jun looked at his master for a moment, then turned to the grove in the park and continued to practice Allegro, at this time Chaoyang only slightly exposed a side gap, and Chen Jun had been practicing here for more than an hour.

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Both the master and apprentice came out at dawn to practice their morning classes, and in order to avoid disturbing the rest of the rest, they both practiced in the park where no one was around.

According to the usual, He Xiangdong would have to practice for a few more hours, but today is the competition of the Peony Award, so he left early.

He first found a breakfast restaurant on the street and asked for a millet porridge and a basket of vegetarian buns. After breakfast, He Xiangdong squeezed the subway and bus in the morning rush hour to rush over to the competition, today is the storytelling competition, He Xiangdong is a storyteller, is a serious teacher.

Now Zhang Kuoru is the only seedling left in He Xiangdong, Zhang Kuoru is naturally a generation of storytelling masters, but this does not mean that his apprentices must be very good.

So this time He Xiangdong didn't just want to compete, the greater significance was that he wanted to make a name for the Zhang family, even if there was only one heir left in the Zhang family, then they would not be weak to others.

There are still heirs of the golden mouth and silver tongue, Zhang's storytelling is still the brightest pearl in the storytelling industry, He Xiangdong's trip is to announce to everyone in the storytelling industry that the heirs of the Zhang family were born.

He Xiangdong's mission is very heavy, but unfortunately Zhang Kuoru didn't bother to flip him at all, he is still sleeping with his head bored, and the old man Wang Miwei has not gotten up.

The two old men have surprisingly unanimous opinions on this matter, and want to make a name for themselves to go out and take the bus, don't come to disturb our sleep, it's cold, who the wants to get out of the bed.

He Xiangdong wiped away his tears and continued on his way like a lone warrior.

……

He arrived at the theater quite early, and there were also a lot of contestants here, all chatting in twos and threes, He Xiangdong didn't come forward to talk, so he stood next to him alone.

But there were also those who took the initiative to come up and say hello: "This big brother, you are also here to participate in the storytelling competition?"

He Xiangdong bowed slightly: "That's right." ”

The man asked again: "Little brother, my name is Qi Senwei, and I learned the art of acting and storytelling under Shen Yuanhua, I don't know what this big brother is called?"

He Xiangdong looked at him and whispered: "In Xia He Xiangdong, the teacher is a scholar who reviews books. ”

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, and muttered: "Broad characters, haven't you heard of Zhang Kuoru?

He Xiangdong glanced at him lightly, his face was slightly gloomy, Zhang Kuoru had been away from the art world for too long, and he had no successor to help him maintain their reputation.

The man thought that Xiangdong was only from a small family, and he didn't have much to talk about, so he left after a little chat.

He Xiangdong didn't care, his eyes kept searching around, he wanted to find that familiar figure.

Sure enough, He Xiangdong's eyes froze, and he still came after all.

The middle-aged man also saw He Xiangdong, smiled, paced to He Xiangdong's side, hugged his fists and said, "Fortunately." ”

He Xiangdong also clenched his fists, smiled slightly, and said, "Fortunately." ”

The rules of the rivers and lakes, the old ones see the old ones, and they are happy to meet each other.