Fang Wenqi smiled faintly and explained: "Where did cross talk come from, it started from the streets, and in the more than 100 years since cross talk was produced, we have been learning, from temples to rivers and lakes, from countries to families. ”

"Take the fortune teller just now, our traditional cross talk includes "Big Face" and "Bone Face". And if you see the clothes sold over there, where did "Selling Estimated Clothes" come from, I learned it from beating people here. There are also those who sell vegetables and fruits over there, and we also have the old jokes of "Learning to Sell" in our cross talk, including the pancakes and fruits you are eating, and the old cross talk "Manchu Han Quanxi" can also be said. There is an article in the article, and there is a big bodyguard in the martial arts. Now don't you think that the quality of other industries has nothing to do with us?"

"Uh......" He Xiangdong was even more stunned.

Fang Wenqi walked forward and said as he walked: "Boy, cross talk comes from our eating, drinking, and lazing, can't you learn from those people who say that shit and fart are dirty, if you have the ability, don't shit and fart." It is said that cross talk comes from life, what is life, but it's not chickens and dogs eating and drinking, how elegant can it be in another word, hum. ”

He Xiangdong was stunned for a while before catching up.

After catching up with the master, Fang Wenqi still sighed to himself: "It's getting worse and worse now, like after the founding of the People's Republic of China, everyone has to talk about new cross talk, although it is to abandon the efforts of many old-timers, but at that time, at least everyone's attitude towards art is still serious, and some people in the quyi troupe spend months or even a year or two at the grassroots level to eat and live with everyone in order to write cross talk, and understand life." ”

"Although those cross talks are all critical or praise-based, they do produce a lot of good things. It's just that I can't bear those old things, otherwise I will ...... later. Oh, alas. Later, there was another ten years of turmoil, we artists died, escaped, were injured, and the team was also chaotic, and I don't know what happened, but the new cross talk written by the Quyi Troupe at that time had no cross talk flavor at all. ”

"I thought that the turmoil was over, and everyone's life was getting better and better, and everyone could do a good job. But I don't know what's wrong, now it's rare to see the kind of artist who can go deep into the grassroots for a few years, and they all sit on the office chair and write cross talk with Erlang's legs crossed. We say that cross talk is all about picking cakes on the flat ground and taking thieves on the other side, you haven't knelt on the ground to pick up money, sitting in the office knows what cross talk is. Alas, over the years, artists have talked more and more about money, but there have been fewer and fewer artists. Now cross talk is getting more and more unfunny, it's getting less and less flavorful, the big guys are squeezing into the TV station, and it's good to run around to make money when they're famous, who has the heart to do a good job. ”

"The new cross talk is written with a pat on the head, and the old cross talk is useless by them. Now we old artists who got up from the streets are still there, and the masters such as Hou Ye and Ma Sanye are still there, and they have all become this fucked up status quo. I'm really afraid, I'm really afraid that in a few years, no one will listen to the cross talk that our people have insisted on all our lives......"

Fang Wenqi let out a long sigh, his old face was a little more lingering sorrow, this old man who had persisted for cross talk all his life, an old man who had struggled all his life, finally let out a worried sigh, he had opposed the entire cross talk world, but he still lost to reality after all.

He Xiangdong lowered his head silently, and even the pancakes and fruits tasted gone, I don't know why he suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was very heavy, and there was a wordless sense of depression that made his steps a lot heavier.

"Master, how did you learn art back then?" I don't know why, He Xiangdong asked such a question.

Fang Wenqi looked around, fell into memories, looked at his only apprentice again, and sighed silently: "Now it's really different from us back then. At that time, it was more lively than now, what kind of craftsmanship there was, Beijing's flyover, Tianjin's three regardless, Nanjing's Confucius Temple, there were many old craftsmen, each line had its own business, each family had its own unique skills. ”

"I also followed your master to perform on the streets, right there in Beijing Tianqiao, singing, storytelling, practicing, singing drums, and juggling. Quyi is a later name, we used to call ten kinds of juggling, blowing, playing, talking, singing, changing, each with its own business. Business is also divided into civil and military, such as fortune-telling, this kind of literary work can not be combined with the martial arts, otherwise as soon as people beat the gong and drum, you will not run away, and the business will not be able to continue. ”

"At that time, there were rules in the industry, and those of us who ran the rivers and lakes also had a Changchun Association, and there was also a president who led everyone to restrain everyone, including how far away each family was from each business, and the cultural life was on the left and the martial arts was on the right, which all had rules, and everyone abided by them. Now there is no air in the rivers and lakes, but it's okay, after all, the times are different, and now the status of artists is also high, and no one looks down on them when they go out, but it is not our lower nine popular at that time, which all artists have to thank the government. ”

"I also talked to your master at the beginning, the wind and the sun are exposed, and the income is less, and the life is worrying. Later, I also went to the Qiming Tea House of the Chang family to talk about cross talk, and life slowly got better, at that time, the old Chang Ye was still alive, and the old Chang Ye was born in cross talk, and he took good care of us artists, and also taught me a lot of things for this junior, and I still remember the good of others. Dongzi, you see, I still keep the jade that Lao Chang Ye gave me back then. ”

Fang Wenqi took out a jade carefully wrapped in silk in his arms and handed it to He Xiangdong. He Xiangdong opened it very carefully, it was very well preserved, two black boiled jade plates, which the master had always brought with him when he came out to perform all these years, and he had not used it, but he just kept his beliefs.

He Xiangdong looked at it for a while, Fang Wenqi took it back, carefully wrapped it in silk and then put it in the thick silk bag, and then continued: "At that time, the little mushroom Chang family uncle was still there, and we also talked about cross talk together, people are really a great character, don't look at your audience today, the audience response is very good, the little mushroom is much stronger than you when you are so old." Later, when resisting US aggression and aiding Korea, Little Mushroom went to North Korea to condole, was killed by the bombing, and sacrificed, alas...... It's a pity, art comes first, which is really admired by our younger generations. ”

"Later, New China, everyone has joined the quyi troupe, and cross talk reform has begun......"

That day, He Xiangdong remembered that the master babbled a lot about the past, and he didn't know if he was hooked up by the fortune-telling loophole, or if he held it for too long, anyway, he talked a lot, and he kept talking about it from the town to his home.

He Xiangdong was still too young this year to understand anything. Many years later, after countless ups and downs, he recalled today's events, but his heart was full of distress.