There is a pair of masters and apprentices in the sketch team of the Nanjing Local Art Troupe, and they also perform together on weekdays, and they are also very mature actors, and the performance effect is also very good. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This afternoon, they finished a condolence performance in a large local state-owned enterprise, and everyone packed up their things and prepared to go back to the group, because there are more props for the sketch, and there will be a lot of props to move after the performance, and the actors will also help to get it.

"Okay, come, one, two, three, go. ”

Several people worked together to get the last big sofa to the car, and all the props were loaded into the car.

Jiang Hai patted the dust on his hands and thanked the pickers who were moving props next to him: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for your hard work, hard work." ”

"It's okay, it's okay. ”

"You're welcome. ”

"It should. ”

Jiang Hai nodded to a few people and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go first, how hard you guys are, we'll see you again." ”

Jiang Hai turned around and walked towards a gray-haired middle-aged man, this man was his master named Ma Hongjun.

Sketch is an emerging language performance art, it is not a traditional art, there are teachers and students in this industry, and there is also a master-apprentice relationship, but this is not the master-apprentice relationship in the traditional art industry, the traditional art is a master and apprentice such as father and son, and the sketch is more of a teacher-student relationship in the nature of the school, but Jiang Hai and Ma Hongjun are obviously not.

Ma Hongjun held two bottles of mineral water in his hand and gave Jiang Hai a bottle: "Come, drink some water, are you tired?"

Jiang Hai took the water and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Master, let's go back together later, there will be a performance tomorrow." ”

Ma Hongjun nodded: "Okay, let's go." ”

An old sketch actor next to him came over with a desktop microphone, and he also performed with Ma Hongjun and them: "Eh, the old horse is still standing here." ”

When Ma Hongjun saw him, he nodded with a smile: "Yes, let's go over and take the car." ”

The man said as he walked: "The music association has started to hold the Peony Award selection, why don't you participate in it? I remember that you used to sing allegro." ”

As he spoke, the man had already walked away, leaving Ma Hongjun and Jiang Hai stunned on the spot, Jiang Hai originally raised the bottle to drink, but now he was also stunned.

It is now the cold winter wax moon, all of which are still in the first month, and the weather is also cold, and the cold wind blows a little painful on the face, Ma Hongjun stands in the cold wind and feels that his face is numb, his eyes are stagnant, and his lips are pursed and he can't speak.

He knew about the Peony Award last year, but he didn't pay attention to it last year, and he had no plans to participate, but this year's Peony Award mentioned a position in the highest award in the quyi category.

To be honest, Ma Hongjun was tempted, he is not a professional sketch actor, he is a quyi actor who transferred to the sketch actor team, and now he can't live in quyi.

During this time, he was also struggling with whether to participate in the selection of the Peony Award, to be honest, this is a big temptation, he was also born in quyi, and he has a deep affection for quyi.

However, the Peony Award is open to hundreds of traditional folk folk arts across the country, and it is conceivable that this competition must be a master, can you really stand out?

Ma Hongjun had no confidence.

When Jiang Hai saw the master's appearance, he also sighed, and he didn't know what to say.

After going back, everyone went back to their respective homes to rest, they were all houses in the unit, and Jiang Hai and Master also lived upstairs and downstairs.

After eating, Jiang Hai sat alone in the living room and smoked for a long time, his daughter-in-law didn't dare to disturb him when she saw him like this, silently cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and then taught her son to do his homework.

waited until after nine o'clock, when his son went to bed, Jiang Hai got up from the sofa, put on his coat and walked outside.

His daughter-in-law hurriedly shouted, "Why are you going?"

Jiang Hai said: "I'll go to Master's house." ”

"So late?"

"Hmm. Jiang Hai answered and hurried out.

When he arrived at the master's house, it was the master who opened the door for him, and Jiang Hai said, "Master, is my master here?"

Shi Niang said: "Smoking in the room." ”

Jiang Hai said: "I'll go see my master." ”

"Go ahead. The master closed the door with her hand.

Jiang Hai walked into the master's bedroom, and saw the master standing alone by the window, the window was wide open, and the cold wind poured in, but Ma Hongjun didn't realize it, he kept raising his eyes to look at the stars in the sky, and a cigarette in his hand was flashing red in the flickering light.

Jiang Hai gently closed the door, sighed slightly, and took two steps forward, he found that there were seven boards on the table in the master's room, which looked like they were old things, which were handed down by his ancestors.

"Master. Jiang Hai walked behind Ma Hongjun and called softly.

Ma Hongjun's body stiffened slightly, and then relaxed, he threw away the cigarette in his hand, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Heh, I'm all old, and my heart has been dead for so many years, and today I will be teased by Lao Zhao's words, hehe......"

Jiang Hai frowned, looked at Master's back and said: "Master, although we have changed our careers to perform sketches over the years, our skills have never been put down, no matter the wind or rain, we have practiced our homework diligently every day, I know that your heart is not dead, not dead." ”

After listening to Jiang Hai's words, Ma Hongjun's body stiffened again, and his hands clenched and loosened, which showed that his heart was extremely unsettled. Although he has been away from the quyi industry for many years, how can he let go of the craft from elementary school to adulthood.

If he could really let it go, he wouldn't have been stirred up by Lao Zhao's words today. If he could really let go, he wouldn't have been practicing for decades after changing careers. If he could really put it down, he wouldn't have carefully preserved the food guy handed down from his ancestors.

Jiang Hai's eyes were already slightly red: "Master, no matter what, I must participate in this Peony Award, whether I can win the award and become famous is another matter, but at least I want others to know that there are still people learning our craft, there are still people passing it on, and there are people talking about it." ”

"Alas......" Listening to the apprentice's words, Ma Hongjun sighed and gritted his teeth fiercely, the original hesitant eyes were now all replaced by resoluteness, he turned around and looked directly at his apprentice, which was also his only apprentice.

Jiang Hai raised his eyes and looked at Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun kicked his eyes, and his voice was very firm: "Okay, this time our master and apprentice will go to Beijing City to break through, and compare our craftsmanship with the masters of the country, I want to tell everyone in China that our bamboo board book is still alive, and there is still a craft of our bamboo board book in the world, and our bamboo board book is not singing allegro." ”

Jiang Hai pursed his lips and nodded heavily. (To be continued.) )