Fang Wenqi also had a headache, the boss's approach just now is also said in the industry, called "a little work", that is, the audience gives money to ask a certain artist to say cross talk, or a certain cross talk.

This situation used to be more common in the small theater of the tea house, but now there is no performance in the big theater, because you buy tickets to enter the theater, and the shows are also arranged by artists backstage, and the audience basically can't control it.

Like He Xiangdong and their open-air performances, the guests order to buy and sell, according to the rules of the industry, the artist must come out to perform, the play is bigger than the sky, this is art and morality.

Even if there is an emergency, you have to finish the play to deal with it, even if your father dies, you have to finish the play before you can go home to mourn. Don't think it's a joke, the rules are like this, the play is bigger than the sky, you have a performance today, even if the sky falls, you have to finish the performance.

In the old society, once an artist broke the rules, he would be rejected by all his peers, and no theater teahouse would want an artist like you, is it unreasonable? Maybe yes, but the rules of the industry are like this.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, all walks of life have undergone transformation, the rivers and lakes have disappeared, and the quyi class has been retained a little.

Huang Hua asked softly on the side: "Xiao Dongzi is only nine years old, can he do it? ”

Fang Wenqi said: "The play is bigger than the sky, since he sang Men Liu'er (opening singing), he is the actor of the performance, and the audience orders him, and we have nothing to say." Give Xiao Dongzi a chance and let him give it a try. ”

Huang Hua frowned, although he nodded in agreement, but he still doubted He Xiangdong's ability in his heart, after all, this is a nine-year-old child, too young, the audience is all paid with real money, can he really perform well?

Fang Wenqi had a lot of confidence in He Xiangdong, and clenched his fists and arched his hands: "Since everyone praises my apprentice so much, then let me and my apprentice come to tell the big guy a cross talk, the apprentice is young, you can bear more." ”

"Good. ”

"Here's a paragraph. ”

The audience was very applauded and applauded.

He Xiangdong was stunned, why is he going to perform on stage, he hasn't learned the serious work of cross talk yet, just yesterday the master taught him eight screens, and it was too hasty to go on stage every other day.

Fang Wenqi waved in front and said, "Dongzi, come here." ”

He Xiangdong hurriedly trotted to Fang Wenqi's side.

Fang Wenqi said softly to He Xiangdong: "Dongzi, let's talk about "Eight Screens", you have been practicing the Guankou work in it for several years, and you are very familiar with it, I also taught you yesterday, you can just follow it." Master praises you, don't be afraid, just say, no matter what you say, Master can hold you. ”

"Huh. He Xiangdong admitted, he is a natural actor on the field, he dares to perform at someone's birthday banquet without a job, how can he be afraid of this kind of scene now.

I was a little confused at first, but now He Xiangdong has adjusted it, and hurriedly walked to the position of the teasing actor, the position of the teasing actor is different, the teasing is on the right, and the teasing is on the left. Get up from the viewer's point of view, tease on the left, and tease on the right.

Fang Wenqi also stood behind the table, leaning over to look at He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong pressed his left hand against his right hand, and saluted with a fist: "Apprentice He Xiangdong." ”

Fang Wenqi also looked at the audience, clasped his fists and saluted: "Cross talk artist Fang Wenqi." ”

"Salute to our food and clothing parents, thank you for joining us. ”

Bow and applaud.

When introducing cross talk actors, they all introduce the comic first, and then introduce the comics, which is the rule handed down by the ancestors, so Fang Wenqi's seniority is higher than He Xiangdong, but he is still introduced first.

He Xiangdong looked at the audience, not timid at all, the typhoon was very chic, and said: "Thank you for your support, I am a little child like this, I am honestly afraid, there is something bad to say, you can bear with me." ”

The applause rose again, and the audience was very powerful.

He Xiangdong continued: "Just now my uncle Huang Hua sang an allegro to you, "Nezha and the Sea". ”

Fang Wenqi said: "Eh, yes." ”

He Xiangdong said: "If you want to say that my uncle's skills are good, how good this allegro says, why is this person's artistic level so high?"

Fang Wenqi also asked, "Yes, why?"

He Xiangdong explained: "This is because people have a big fart face, everyone, look at my uncle's face, this vertical knife is a big butt." ”

Fang Wenqi hurriedly stopped him: "Go, what nonsense, do you think it's not a fart if you pull it horizontally." ”

He Xiangdong himself was happy.

The audience also laughed, Huang Hua was stunned for a moment in the audience, and suddenly laughed, and his heart suddenly relaxed a lot, it is a good phenomenon that he did not show timidity.

He Xiangdong smiled, pointed at Fang Wenqi with his finger, and said, "The one standing next to me is my master, Fang Wenqi." ”

Fang Wenqi also smiled, he didn't teach in vain yesterday, his apprentice would answer, and he also responded: "Yes, it's me." ”

He Xiangdong continued: "My master is an old artist, and his artistic level is very high. ”

Fang Wenqi smiled: "Ouch, don't you dare to be, you praised me." ”

He Xiangdong: "No, it's not everyone who is a young and old artist." ”

Fang Wenqi said in surprise: "This name sounds so fresh and refined. ”

He Xiangdong said: "That's it, tell everyone what kind of work you are doing in quyi?"

Fang Wenqi looked at the audience and said, "I'm talking about cross talk." ”

He Xiangdong straightened his collar and said, "Then guess what I do?"

Fang Wenqi shook his head and said, "I really can't guess this." ”

He Xiangdong said: "I'm a literati, baby, what's wrong with you." ”

Fang Wenqi pushed him and scolded: "Who is it called baby, it's not big or small." ”

The audience is also watching the excitement below.

Fang Wenqi said again: "You said that you are a literati, so what are you doing?"

He Xiangdong said: "I, I usually read books, read newspapers, practice calligraphy, play the piano, pee on the kang......"

Fang Wenqi hurriedly interrupted him: "What did you just say?"

"Forehead ......" He Xiangdong defended: "To the pair, to the Spring Festival couplets, I said that I pouted." ”

Fang Wenqi smiled: "Okay, I almost told the truth." ”

He Xiangdong smiled, glanced at the audience, and suddenly chuckled in his heart, not a single smile was made, this burden was plagued.

Cross talk performances, especially street performers, are very particular about watching the food and eating, you have to be clear about what your audience wants to hear, what they like to hear, and what you say to others.

It's like people love spicy food, but you have to give them a plate of sweet, can people be happy to listen to it? The traditional old joke of Bafan Screen is also based on storytelling, the literary atmosphere is relatively high, it belongs to the literary type, and it is not suitable to perform in the countryside, of course, the most important thing is that He Xiangdong only learned the mat words yesterday, and he will perform today, too fast, and he can't master it at all.

Fang Wenqi naturally saw this problem, but since he was on stage to perform, he must not be bombarded by the audience, Fang Wenqi looked at He Xiangdong's eyes and nodded slightly at him.

He Xiangdong's heart settled down a little, and he continued: "Just now I talked about the right pair, we literati and writers love to be right, if I make a pair, can you give the right pair?"

Fang Wenqi also said: "Okay, you can give an uplink." ”

He Xiangdong said: "My upper link is that the wind blows the waves on the surface of the water. ”

Fang Wenqi hesitated: "This ...... I really can't figure this out, you can tell me about it. ”

He Xiangdong said disgustedly: "I don't understand anything, I don't know anything." ”

Fang Wenqi said: "Yes, I don't understand, you teach me." ”

He Xiangdong said: "The wind blows on the surface of the water, this wind is on the ......"

Fang Wenqi interrupted him and said, "No, I want to know about this link." ”

He Xiangdong continued: "On the surface of the water, there are waves on the surface of the water, layer by layer. ”

Fang Wenqi interrupted him again: "What I want to know is this next link." ”

"Oh, the next link. He Xiangdong seemed to have just heard this, and then spread his hands and said, "Then where do I know." ”

Fang Wenqi said: "Okay." ”

He Xiangdong glanced at the audience again, this burden was plagued again, and several viewers turned around and left, and there were a lot of whispers, and the boss who gave the money also showed an impatient expression. Off the field, Huang Hua also frowned.

He Xiangdong's heart suddenly tightened, and he was secretly anxious, and the two burdens in a row did not sound, which means that the way of the mat talk is not good, and this cross talk is going to be plagued.

"No, I can't say that anymore. He Xiangdong secretly made a crazy decision.