Several big names in the drum world were still sighing, and after a while, the next candidate came in, this is also a young man, chubby, Mu Chunsheng They also looked at it, thinking that it might be a drum artist from other places. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The chubby young man hugged his fists at the big names in front of him, and then bowed deeply: "Hello teachers." ”

Mu Chunsheng nodded with a smile, he likes young people a lot, after all, young talents are the future of an industry, and now few young people are willing to learn drums, so when he sees young drum artists, he likes it in his heart, he stretched out his hand and said gently: "Come, please start your performance." ”

The young man went over to pick the board.

The big names sitting on the stage were in a very good mood, and they were very serious when they saw this young man picking up the board, and they were also very focused when trying the board, not in a hurry at all, and they seemed to have a lot of experience in acting, which was good.

The first impression of several big names on this young man is very good, only one person is trembling, this person is still Bai Qiang.

Mu Chunsheng and the others couldn't recognize the young man in front of him, but he knew that he often ran to the Xiangwen Society, and he also knew who the bastard who picked the board was, this person's name was Xue Guo, and he was also a dead talker.

Damn, these people who talk about cross talk have formed a group to make trouble in our big drum world, how can this be reasonable!!

Bai Qiangqi's hair was about to stand on end.

Mu Chunsheng next to him was still nodding with a smile, looking at Xue Guo's eyes full of relief, he bowed his head slightly with satisfaction, and secretly sighed in his heart: "There are so many young talents in the drum world." ”

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Going back to He Xiangdong, this grandson came out of the drum competition test field, did not dare to stay for a moment, rushed to the storytelling performance area like a wild dog, and found that his number was being called over there, he had also gone to draw lots before, and now he had just arrived.

He didn't even breathe, he didn't even drink a sip of water, he was led to the storytelling area, and the grandson was almost tired.

Every competition is the same, and there are several big names in this line sitting in front of them, with enough seniority and ability, and they need to check the preliminary round, and they must have this vision.

There are not so many judges in the storytelling venue, there are three big names in one examination room, one is a storyteller, one is a Xihemen, and one is a Sichuan storyteller.

In fact, there are also north and south storytelling, the rules of storytelling in the north are heavier, especially with waking wood, as we all know, when talking about the set poem, Shanhaiguan is to leave a few words in the last sentence and then shoot. For example, "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is ...... Syllable...... It's the vicissitudes of life", and the storyteller in the northeast outside the gate only snapped the wake wood after the whole poem was finished.

Moreover, the northern storytelling is made of waking wood, which is the guy who eats, so the storytelling is also called the short guy, which refers to this waking wood, and there is also a bamboo board that makes the short guy, that is, the bamboo board book.

There are those who make the short guys and those who make the long guys, and the ones who make the long guys sing the big drum book, and the long guys are the three strings they pull.

There are many rules for storytelling in the north to wake up the wood, which cannot be used casually, and every time you use it, you are particular. To give a simple example, such as knocking on the door, in ancient times, it was a wooden door, and it stands to reason that the artist would smash the table a few times with a waking wood, which is simple and vivid.

But storytelling in the north is absolutely not allowed, artists can only use mouth ventriloquism to imitate this sound, and absolutely can't use waking wood, so when we listen to the storytelling, we listen to it in an hour, and the storyteller doesn't knock on the waking wood a few times at all, this is the rule.

The storytellers in Sichuan are different, they use waking wood very frequently, they often snap, and these artists will always snap when they perform, which is also the rule.

Storytellers have their own rules, but all in all, they are much the same.

He Xiangdong entered, the furnishings here were similar anyway, the middle was vacant, there was a small table with flannel cloth on it, the folding fan woke up the wooden handkerchief was placed, and there was a chair for the storyteller, this chair was a little higher than the normal chair.

If you have to do homework or something on the table, it will be very difficult, because the height of the chair does not match the height of the table, and the artist's entire upper body will be exposed when sitting on the chair. Although storytelling is spoken through the mouth, it will also involve body movements, and the artist's upper body will also be helpful for the performance, so use a high chair.

He Xiangdong sat down on the chair, glanced at the judges in front of him, and gasped for breath, this dead fat man is too big, he will be tired after a little run, and now his breath has not eased up, he can't speak now, he has to pant first.

As soon as the three judges saw He Xiangdong like this, their brows furrowed at that time, and their first impression of He Xiangdong deteriorated.

This young man is so nervous, he doesn't speak when he sits on the stage, he pants vigorously, this person can't do it.

The three judges shook their heads slightly at the same time, and there was a little disappointment in their eyes.

Although He Xiangdong is young, he debuted at the age of nine, and he is also an old actor, he knows that once an artist is on stage, he must not sit and not speak, which is not like words.

He took a deep breath a few times, and greeted the three people in front of him with a smile: "It's all here, haven't you had lunch yet?"

The three judges were stunned, and looked at He Xiangdong in a daze.

Where did this man come from?

They have been here for a long time, and they haven't seen the artist come in to greet the judges like this, and ask what they have for lunch?

Who is this person, who is the apprentice, the road is so wild?

You're here to compete, we're all judges, are you talking in the teahouse, and you're chatting about family life? I don't know that the rules here don't allow judges and candidates to talk nonsense?

Now it is said that storytelling is basically struggling on the front line of broadcasting, and they are all recording programs, and there is no way to chat with the audience. There are very few storytellers in the small folk theater, and now the quyi industry is in a recession, and a large number of quyi artists are supported by the state.

He Xiangdong saw that several people in front of him ignored him, he also felt a little embarrassed, this time was a little cold, the audience was not enthusiastic, he rounded himself: "I can eat quite well, otherwise I can't be so fat, I hope it will be delicious at noon." Haha, let's gossip less, let's open the book. ”

The grandson finally gasped for breath.

Hearing that the storyteller who was so wild in this way was finally about to open the book, the three big names only eased their faces slightly, waiting for He Xiangdong to open the book.

He Xiangdong's eyes lit up, he is Zhang Kuoru's personal disciple, and he is also the authentic successor of Zhang's storytelling, and now he has been trained by Wang Miwei for so long, his level has already improved by leaps and bounds. I think he tried a competition with the stand-up master Fu Sheng when he was in Xi'an, and he lost slightly that time.

But now if they try again, He Xiangdong dares to assert that he can definitely surpass Fu Sheng in an all-round way, so that Fu Sheng will be convinced, you must know that Fu Sheng is not an idle person, and he is also a generation of famous people.

Therefore, after the training of the two grandmasters, He Xiangdong's storytelling strength has officially entered the level of a famous master, and he is the stronger type of person among the famous masters.

He Xiangdong looked at the three people in front of him gently, and the dantian rushed upwards in a breath, from the dantian to the throat, which was as hard as iron, He Xiangdong spit out the words clearly, and sent every word to the ears of the three judges: "The sky is the blanket, and the sun, moon and stars sleep with me." ”

As soon as the first sentence of the finale poem came out, the eyes of these judges lit up at that time. They sat a little away from He Xiangdong, but they could clearly feel that the words of the young man in front of them seemed to be said by someone in their ears, and they didn't have to bother at all, every word was automatically sent in.

They are all big storytellers, and they know very well that this is not something that can be done by making a loud voice, and the audience is easy to feel noisy when the sound is big, and if it is small, they have to prick up their ears to listen, and the audience will feel tired. But the young man had clearly practiced loud and far-reaching, loud but not noisy, and he played far away, hitting every word into their ears.

He Xiangdong opened his mouth and said such a sentence, which made the big names in front of him look at them with admiration.

These three judges have a concept in their hearts, this person's basic skills are very solid, but the road is a little wild.

There are three ways to make sounds, one is to use the throat to pronounce, loud, but easy to get tired and thirsty, always have to drink water, after a speech, the water in the stomach begins to shake, and the next day the voice is hoarse.

The second is to pronounce with the chest, it is more tiring to pronounce with the chest, the audience can't hear it when it's far away, and it feels noisy when it's close, and this kind of pronunciation is very damaging to the actor's body.

The best way is to use dantian pronunciation, the audience can hear it from a distance, and they don't feel noisy when they are close, and the actor speaks naturally, which makes the work very easy. So when a cross talk actor who knows how to pronounce is talking, you touch his stomach, from the dantian to the throat, this piece is hard.

He Xiangdong is pronounced in dantian, and he has also practiced Xiangtang and Dayuan'er, and the second sentence came out after one sentence: "Who casts the net of fame and fortune, poverty and wealth are not ordinary." There are also horseback riding and sedan chairs, and there are also bicycle handlebars. ”

The eyes of the three judges lit up again, the first sentence they heard was the person's vocal skills, and the next few sentences were the level of the person's poem, and the rhythm and rhythm were too well grasped, amazing.

"Riding a horse and sitting in a sedan chair is a blessing, and riding a bicycle should be a blessing. The horses dragged the demented man, and the beautiful woman often slept with the clumsy husband. Eighty years old man stood in front of the door, and the three-year-old naughty boy dyed the yellow spring. It's not that God doesn't open his eyes, and the retribution of good and evil will end ......"

He Xiangdong picked up the waking wood, and the three judges were also attracted by He Xiangdong's finale poem, and they now felt that there was no light in this classroom, and only He Xiangdong's person and table were shining.

They looked at He Xiangdong and picked up the waking wood, and at this moment all of them held their breath, their spirits were highly concentrated, and their souls seemed to be about to fly out.

"Pop ......" The waking wood fell, and He Xiangdong spit out the last two words: "Cycle." ”

The three souls who suddenly felt like they were going to go out of their bodies were beaten back into their bodies with this sound, and they suddenly felt numb all over their bodies, and goosebumps were about to rise on their bodies, this feeling was too indescribable.

"Okay......" The three of them subconsciously shouted hello and applauded. (To be continued.) )