He Xiangdong rolled up his sleeves and said viciously: "Since they don't know me, I'll let them know me today." ”

"Ho. Fang Wenqi became interested and asked, "You little chick still want to work hard with others?"

He Xiangdong learned the pronunciation of Peking Opera and said: "It's a wise choice to fight hard." ”

Fang Wenqi turned around and arched his hand, and also learned the recitation of Peking Opera: "How is the general treated?"

He Xiangdong learned to sing Ma Pai Peking Opera, and his singing voice was also very old-fashioned: "Their son fell into the flowers and flowed wow~ah~ah~ah~"

Fang Wenqi patted He Xiangdong's head and said with a smile: "Look at your appearance." ”

He Xiangdong also smiled and asked, "Master, what are we going to do at the beginning?"

Fang Wenqi said: "Let's sing the hexagram of King Wen." ”

"Okay. He Xiangdong replied, this Taiping lyrics is the first paragraph he sang to Tian Jiani, and it was also the last paragraph to send her to sing, and I don't know if Nier is doing well in Beijing now.

"Yes, live. ”

The master and apprentice began to work against each other.

After a while, Lin Zhengjun also came out of the backstage dressing room, and he ran over quickly with Fang Wenqi's master and apprentice, and said again and again: "Oh, Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's really ...... Oops, my ......"

Fang Wenqi was very generous, and said: "You are polite, this is understandable, if it was in my position as Boss Bai, I would do the same." ”

Lin Zhengjun said gratefully: "Oh, you are too generous, I ...... I don't even know what to say. ”

Fang Wenqi smiled: "Hey, what is there to say, please have supper." ”

Lin Zhengjun hurriedly agreed: "Okay, please, please, please." ”

As soon as he heard that there was something to eat, He Xiangdong's saliva came down suddenly, and he hurriedly said, "I want to eat meat." ”

"There's meat, there's meat, there's definitely there. Lin Zhengjun agreed very happily, and he said: "Then you two should also hurry up and prepare, and I will go to prepare for the opening first." ”

"Okay, you go first. Fang Wenqi responded.

Lin Zhengjun smiled at the two of them, and hurriedly walked to the stage.

At this moment, a man walked at the door of the theater, this person was about fifty years old, wearing a tunic and a thin figure, but he looked very energetic.

There is a small table at the entrance of the club, which is used to sell tickets, and the tickets are sold by two girls, both of whom are family members of the backstage actors.

The little old man walked to the edge of the table and asked, "I heard that you are talking about cross talk here, right?"

The girl who sold the ticket replied, "There is one today, and it opens." ”

The little old man arched his hand and said, "Hard work." ”

Then you have to go inside the theater.

The little girl hurriedly shouted, "Hey, uncle, you haven't bought a ticket yet." ”

The little old man also looked back.

There was also an older woman next to the little girl, and she pulled the little girl to signal the other party not to talk much, and then said to the old man with a smile: "This child is not sensible, you go in first, the theater is not sold out today, you can sit casually." ”

The little old man bowed his hand again, said hard work, and then entered.

The little girl also asked with a puzzled face, "Sister Zhou, why don't you let people buy tickets?"

The woman poked the little girl's head and said with a smile: "You didn't recognize who that person is, people are coming together, and you still have to take care of other people's tickets." ”

The little girl lowered her head, still not understanding.

In fact, there is this rule in the artist industry, that is, peers don't need to pay to watch your performance, as long as you hold your fists and work hard. But peers must also abide by the rules, that is, they can't sit at the front of the stage, just find a random place to sit in the corner, and when the theater is full, they have to get a small stool to sit aside, which can't ruin people's business.

At the beginning of the performance, Lin Zhengjun stepped down.

Fang Wenqi's master and apprentice came out carrying the table.

The eyes of these audiences also widened, and they actually came to talk about cross talk, which is rare, because this theater is mainly singing, and these audiences are also theater fans, and they don't know that there is cross talk tonight, and He Xiangdong's master and apprentice are also temporarily going to perform.

And these spectators are crowded on the sofa chairs in the first row, of course, not because these people have bought high-priced tickets, in fact, they are also tickets for ordinary hardwood chairs, but there are only a dozen people, and the front sand invoice has not been sold, and when they see that no one is sitting, they all squeeze to the front, spending two yuan to sit on a four-dollar seat.

The old man who came was sitting in an inconspicuous place in the corner of the back, but as soon as he saw the appearance of this cross talk, his eyes widened suddenly, and his suspicious eyes kept staring at Fang Wenqi without moving.

These two came out to talk about cross talk, but it was very quiet under the stage, He Xiangdong smiled and smashed it: "Today is our two masters to open a cross talk to you, thank you for your silent encouragement." ”

The audience was amused, and they also gave face to this clever child, and the applause immediately rang out.

He Xiangdong raised his eyes and glanced around the theater, and said with a smile: "It's amazing, there are a lot of people here today, and these empty seats are all full, but it's amazing." ”

Fang Wenqi scolded with a smile: "Nonsense." ”

The audience is also happy, those who love to listen to the drama are those who are old, they are all retired and have nothing to do at home, and occasionally come to listen to the opera, they are old, they don't have the passion of young people, and they are very face-saving when they smile.

He Xiangdong was not dissatisfied because of the small audience and the unenthusiastic attitude, he has often followed the master to perform one or two audiences since he was a child, and the master always said that if the audience gave money, he had to be worthy of others, even if there was only one audience, he had to work hard for others.

He Xiangdong said: "When you come to the stage, you have to introduce yourself first." ”

Fang Wenqi also praised: "I have to introduce it." ”

He Xiangdong said: "My name is He Xiangdong, I am a small character in the cross talk world, and the old gentleman next to me, called Fang Wenqi, is the gentleman of the writing generation." Today, it is up to the two of us to give you a rap of a Wen Wang hexagram, and you have a lot of it. ”

"It's a lot. Fang Wenqi also responded.

As soon as he heard that the person's name was Fang Wenqi, the eyes of the old man in the audience widened at that time, it was actually him!!

He Xiangdong said: "Our Liancheng Club mainly sings Peking Opera. ”

"Yes. ”

"Just now, I saw a lot of people rehearsing backstage, all of them holding all kinds of paints to paint on the actors, on the eyes, on the nose, you poke my eyes, I hit your nose......" He Xiangdong gestured with emotion.

Fang Wenqi pulled He Xiangdong and said, "Is this a face painting? This is a fight." ”

He Xiangdong smiled: "We don't understand this, we have come to the theater where Peking Opera is sung, and we have to sing a couple of sentences to everyone." ”

Fang Wenqi asked, "Sing Peking Opera?"

He Xiangdong nodded.

Fang Wenqi asked again: "Then what do you sing?"

He Xiangdong said: "There will be more, you can come to the ugly and ugly, first of all, there is no problem with this old student." ”

Fang Wenqi was surprised: "You can still come here, which faction are you good at?"

He Xiangdong said: "There are four major schools of Peking Opera, Ma Tan Yang Xi, and my Ma School sings well." ”

"Oh. Fang Wenqi expressed his understanding and said: "Ma Pai, which is a big faction among Peking Opera veterans, was founded by Mr. Ma Sanli. ”

He Xiangdong couldn't speak anymore at that time, and looked at the master speechlessly.

The audience also laughed, and the people of Tianjin didn't know Ma Sanli.