"What regrets?" Yingzi asked.

"I've never officially said cross talk on stage." Dou Zhenhai smiled helplessly.

Yingzi looked at Wang Qingzhao in the stands, she was full of earnest eyes. Wang Qingzhao stroked the bangs in front of his forehead, turned to the boss of the troupe and said, "Let's build a stage for him." ”

A few young men from the troupe brought up a square table with a conspicuous folding fan and a white towel on it.

Yingzi helped Dou Zhenhai up with great effort, and the guy waited for Dou Zhenhai to put it on with a navy blue gown. Dou Zhenhai stood behind the table, his feet were a little unstable, Yingzi still wanted to continue to support, Dou Zhenhai stretched out his hand and compared it in the air, "No, I can." ”

"The actors in the backstage are all sitting down, let's listen to a cross talk." Wang Qingzhao slowly walked off the stage.

Dou Zhenhai slapped Xingmu heavily, "Storytelling, singing, and persuading people, the three avenues go to the center." Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life. ”

The boss of the troupe applauded first, and everyone clapped their hands as if they were infected.

"What is this for?" Yingzi was puzzled.

"In cross talk, this is called a set poem, which is to tell the audience that the performance is about to be performed, and listen with your ears pricked up." The troupe owner explained.

"Hello guests, I'm a cross talk actor. Crosstalk is a language art, which pays attention to speaking, learning and singing. We are your joy worms, and when you are unhappy, we will squeak and make everyone happy. When Dou Zhenhai said this, his voice was already a little slurred.

Wang Qingzhao pouted, "Isn't cross talk funny?" It doesn't feel interesting at all. ”

"Back to your words, he pays attention to the foreshadowing of cross talk, and after a while, he will start to shake the burden." The troupe boss explained.

"Listening to his words, what do you think of his work?" Wang Qingzhao asked.

The boss of the troupe nodded, "I can only say that I have learned." There are some problems with the tone, accent, and stopping the practice, and it seems that no master has taught it seriously! ”

"You two are not bothered, he won't live long, why are you still picky about others?" Yingzi said unhappily to Wang Qingzhao.

Wang Qingzhao wiped the oil paint on his face with a wet towel and said disdainfully, "Pity is pitiful, art is art." If you can't do the job, you will sell it miserably, so can it still be done? ”

"Look at the cross talk, you see you talk a lot of." Zhang Guozi looked at Dou Zhenhai on the stage with great interest to show his art.

For example, if a person dreams of water in a dream, it means that the person wants to get rich, and water is wealth! Some people also say that it is not good to dream of fire in a dream, and fire is a bad omen, indicating bad luck. Some people say that dreaming of the moon in a dream is the best meaning, indicating that you can be an emperor. I've dreamed of the moon more than 10,000 times, and guess what, isn't this still cross talk? ”

Several people in the audience were amused by Dou Zhenhai.

The snipers on the second floor were concentrating on the safety of the theater, and when they heard Dou Zhenhai talking about cross talk, they also relaxed their vigilance and poked their heads out to look out. They've been on it for so long that they're tired of it.

Zhang Yiwanse shrank and moved from the narrow corridor on the second floor towards the sniper. He deliberately took off his shoes to prevent them from making a noise when they hit the ground. Finally, he stopped a dozen meters away from the snipers and remained motionless, ready to wait for an opportunity to take out the snipers in one fell swoop.

Dou Zhenhai couldn't hold it anymore as he spoke, blood kept coming out of his mouth, he picked up a white towel and covered his mouth, and the blood stained it red. Yingzi sat up and was about to walk to the stage, Dou Zhenhai shook his head. He folded the towel and threw it at his feet, wiped the blood droplets from the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and took out the paper that Rui'er had given him from his arms.

Before she died, Rui'er said to him, "Master, I asked Sister Yingzi to write down the name of the food for me, so that I will never make a mistake in the future." ”

Thinking of this, Dou Zhenhai's eyes moistened, "When it comes to cross talk, your mouth is sharp, every word has to be heard by you, and you must not swallow words and reveal words." I'll give you a paragraph, report the name of the dish, whether you are willing to listen, whether you are willing to listen, or are you willing to listen. ”

"It's so thick-skinned to applaud like this." Although Wang Qingzhao said so, he still took the lead in applauding.

Dou Zhenhai was lucky, he knew that this should be his first and last work on stage, "I invite you to eat... ”

This passage is spoken quickly, coherently, articulately, and rhythmically smooth. Those delicacies and fresh seafood were said by Dou Zhenhai to fall in a mess, full of colors. Several guys from the troupe listened while swallowing their saliva, and they couldn't help it, and they hadn't eaten a serious meal for several days.

When Dou Zhenhai finished saying the last dish, he paused, looked at the audience with blazing eyes, and his body was motionless.

"Good!" The troupe owner stood up and applauded, and then everyone also stood up to cheer for Dou Zhenhai.

Yingzi's face was full of tears, she walked on the stage to help him, and when she touched his arm, she found that Dou's body was already hard, and he was facing backwards, planted on the stage with his feet facing the sky. Yingzi squatted on the ground and held his hand tightly, and the last few words came out of Dou's mouth with difficulty, "I will still talk about cross talk in my next life, and it is a fucking sense of accomplishment to hear others applaud me." ”

"Uncle Dou, Uncle Dou." Yingzi cried on Dou Zhenhai's body.

The troupe owner turned to look at the students and shouted, "Did you see that? What is Yide, even if it is a breath, you have to finish the last sentence. Everyone is a sea green with this kind of performance, do you serious apprentices have a face worse than his performance? ”

Wu Jingya wore a hat and lowered his head and walked in from outside the theater. Wang Qingzhao saw Daxi, "Fifth son, did they come back with you?" ”

Wu shook his head and continued to walk forward.

"Damn, these two bastards, don't they care about their own women?" Wang Qingzhao pointed to Yingzi on the stage.

When the antique connoisseur heard someone coming, his eyes immediately fixed on Wang Qingzhao's body. Wu Jingya didn't speak, and knelt down on one knee in front of Wang Qingzhao to apologize.

Wang Qingzhao was most annoyed by his subordinates, "Oh, Wuzi, it's not your fault that they don't come, why are you still kneeling." ”

Saying that, Wang Qingzhao lifted the five sons from the ground, Wu Jingya's head was slowly raised, and when Wang Qingzhao saw the true face of Lushan, it was too late.

Wu Jingya's pistol was pressed vertically up under Wang Qingzhao's chin, "Don't move!" ”