Storytelling is also called storytelling, from the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty Jiangnan storyteller Liu Jingting, the two major tribes of storytelling in the north and south were passed down by him, the north is called storytelling, and the south is called commenting and commenting.

Storytelling was originally based on singing, and the original founders of the art of storytelling were all drum artists, which is the so-called singing drums, including Wang Hongxing, the founder of the Northern School of Storytelling, and later he also worshipped Liu Jingting as a teacher in Jiangnan and learned storytelling.

Wang Hongxing also sang the drum book when he was talking at the beginning, and he sang and said, but later because he wanted to enter the palace to perform for the queen mother, it was inconvenient to bring the strings used to sing the drum book, so he only took a piece of waking wood, went to its drum strings, and used commentary to speak, only to say and not sing, and the storytelling was based on this.

There are many schools of storytelling, and this one handed down by Wang Hongxing is called the storytelling door, which is the most traditional kind, a folding fan, a piece of waking wood, a hand towel, a table and a stool can be said. This door has been passed down for ten generations, and there is a song to show their inheritance: Sanchen Wuliang Eighteen Kui, Nine Phoenix Ten Consecutive Seven Generations of Cheng, Huayu Crane Male all over the world. Surviving for a long time, the city of Tianjin is crammed. Longevity and virtue for five generations, generation after generation of descendants are more prosperous.

After the end of the 70s, there were four storytelling masters in the storytelling industry, one of whom was named Yuan Kuocheng, who was the ninth generation of Pingshumen, and the hotel owner Zhang Kuo was like a generation.

There is also a kind called drum book, they can pull the strings, beat the big drum, sing and tell the story, or they can remove the drum strings and directly say the story. This kind of thing is called making a long guy in the commentary (referring to the long string that is pulled), and in the old jargon it is called "Liu Haibang".

This kind of drum book is the most famous is the Xihe drum, the Northeast drum, the Beijing rhyme drum, etc., in fact, the best storytelling is the Xihe drum, also known as the West River Gate, this door is indeed out of a lot of characters, the four masters of the storytelling Tian Lianyuan and Shan Tianfang are from the Xihe Gate, and the last one is called Liu Lanfang, from the Northeast Drum Gate. Their works are all free from the influence of drum strings, and they are mainly talking, and basically do not sing.

There is also a kind of bamboo board book, which is said on a bamboo board, also called an allegro book, and the representative works in it include Wu Song's store, Nezha and the sea, etc., this kind of storytelling is to be said on a bamboo board, the rhythm is very bright, they generally do not detach from the instrument, so it has not evolved into a traditional storytelling that relies on the mouth alone.

There is a distinction between long guys and short guys in the story, the long guy refers to the long strings, and the short guy is the bamboo board in the bamboo board book, and the waking wood used for the storytelling door.

Zhang Kuoru looked at the child in front of him who was already shocked, he smiled, and said, "He Xiangdong, are you willing to follow me to learn storytelling." ”

As the heir of the storytelling door, Zhang Kuoru loves these old arts very much, how could he not go to the Liancheng Club that is only separated by a wall to listen to cross talk, He Xiangdong said that he listened to a lot of cross talk, the more he listened, the more he liked this child, he was really a good seedling, and he moved his mind.

They teach their disciples to start teaching from an early age, this one is slow, and it needs to be slowly laid a foundation, and the storytelling door was respected as a storyteller when they told stories in the old years, and their status among artists was considered to be top.

Because of this, they can't talk about storytelling, because this is a gentleman, just like a teacher, you sit on the stage and talk about storytelling, which can't be controlled, and the audience will not be satisfied.

This is different from talking about cross talk, saying that cross talk children are popular, your child stands on the stage and says a few small jokes, and the audience is happy, this is not difficult. In the storytelling, children can also come to sing big drum books, and the audience will also praise them, and they will also say that children sing well, but children can't come to storytelling.

Hearing this, He Xiangdong shook his senses from shock, opened his mouth and asked, "You can even talk about storytelling?"

The old man's son, the young man Zhang Qingfeng was also shocked, he knew that his father liked Quyi very much, but who knew what kind of door he was still the successor of what generation, he seemed to be very powerful.

In 81, martial arts novels have been introduced to the mainland, and now in 84 martial arts novels are already very popular, Zhang Qingfeng loves to read them, and he now looks at his father's eyes with a feeling of looking at sweeping monks.

Zhang Kuoru looked at He Xiangdong and smiled slightly: "Will I comment on the book, I guess you have seen it very clearly just now." ”

He Xiangdong nodded hurriedly, it was a miraculous skill just now.

Zhang Kuoru said again: "Now there is a very popular storyteller on the radio named Yuan Kuocheng, you know." ”

He Xiangdong nodded hurriedly, and he and Master often listened to other people's commentaries.

Zhang Kuoru smiled again and said, "We are from the same family, and he is my senior brother." ”

"Huh?" He Xiangdong grew his mouth, the owner of this small restaurant actually has such a prominent background, and their vein is very good in the storytelling door, and their seniority is extremely high.

Zhang Qingfeng was also shocked, the sweeping monk still has a senior brother?

Zhang Kuoru didn't speak, just looked at He Xiangdong gently, and when the kid came back from the shock, he asked again: "Then are you willing to follow me to learn storytelling?"

"Yes, yes, yes. He Xiangdong hurriedly agreed, how could he miss this kind of obvious good thing.

Zhang Kuoru also breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Then are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

He Xiangdong was stunned, apprenticeship? He never thought about it, he was very willing to learn from those old artists who had the ability, and his master often asked him to learn from different artists, earlier he had learned a few crosstalk with Fan Wenquan, and closer he was learning the skills of singing on stage with Bai Fengshan, but apprenticeship ......

Zhang Kuoru was also looking forward to looking at this child very nervously, to be honest, he was really moved this time, otherwise he wouldn't have to mess with this child for so long and go around in such a big circle.

Zhang Qingfeng looked at his father, and then at this child who had been making trouble for several days, and only one sentence came to his mind, the sweeping monk was going to accept apprentices.

After a long time, He Xiangdong shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, I'm afraid I can't worship you as a teacher." ”

Zhang Kuoru asked nervously, "Why? You have already visited the people of the Book Sect as teachers?"

He Xiangdong said: "No, my current master is only Fang Wenqi, the sixth-generation successor of the cross talk door." ”

Zhang Kuoru quietly breathed a sigh of relief, puzzled: "Then why don't you want to worship me, there are many people who worship the storytelling sect as a teacher at the same time, just like your fourth-generation head Mr. Zhang Shouchen, he also worships under our storytelling, and is our eighth-generation descendant." ”

He Xiangdong was silent for a while, and explained in a low voice: "I'm different, I'm an orphan, I was abducted by traffickers on the street to ask for food since I was a child, my master saved me, and taught me skills." In my eyes, he is not only my master, but also my father, so I don't want to and don't want to worship others as teachers anymore. ”

Zhang Kuoru's expression was stunned, but he was still unwilling to give up, and said: "You can discuss the matter of apprenticeship with your master, or I will say it in person, I believe your master will agree." ”

He Xiangdong hurriedly shook his head and said, "Forget it...... I...... Sorry, Mr. Zhang......"

After speaking, he didn't look at Zhang Kuoru, who had an ugly face, and turned around to leave here.