In Hollywood, each page of the script has a strict time plan, which means that the number of pages of the script alone can reverse the length of the movie.

But Chinese scripts do not have this function, without him, the syllables of Chinese characters are too efficient.

Each word can convey one or more meanings.

For example, the word "slot" can be expressed in different tones.

There is such a story recorded in ancient books, when Ouyang Xiu was in Hanlin Academy, he went out to play with his colleagues. On the road, he saw a horse trampling a dog to death, and he asked his colleagues to record the incident in the style of a history book.

After a moment's thought, the colleague replied, "There is a horse in the street, and the lying dog is killed." ”

It's very streamlined, but Ouyang Xiu is still not satisfied.

Reversed: "Yima kills the dog in the road." ”

In just six characters, the refinement of Chinese characters can be seen.

Just like the script in front of Ji Yun, he already had some psychological preparations, but when it came time to memorize it, Ji Yun still underestimated the amount of text.

Yu Qian and Guo Degang said that they were in their pockets, but Ji Yun had his own professionalism.

Although it is to catch ducks on the shelves, since it stands in front of people, it must be shown to the best.

"You carry it first, let's go up and start a paragraph, and let's leave this section for the finale." Yu Qian saw that Ji Yun was stubborn, so it was difficult to persuade him again.

"Hmm." Ji Yun's eyes were still locked on the notebook, and he didn't hear what Yu Qian was talking about, so he subconsciously hummed.

"This kid is so serious." Guo Degang sighed, "It's a pity not to talk about cross talk." ”

He swept through a group of disciples, many of whom were gifted and intelligent.

But there are really few people whose hearts can sink at this age.

He said that if people are not crazy before the age of thirty, they will definitely not be able to do anything after the age of thirty.

Ji Yun was twenty years old, and he already looked like he was well versed in the world, which really made him praise him.

"Other people's children are very good, you don't have a good job yourself, don't think about planning the future for others." Yu Qianbai glanced at him and led him to the stage.

"Master, take a break, drink saliva to moisten your throat first."

Backstage, Guo Degang's eldest disciple Cao Yin came up, holding tea in his hand and said earnestly.

He lowered his head, but his gaze looked beyond the curtain and into the lounge.

I heard that there is a star in it, and he is still a big name, if...

Guo Degang is well versed in human feelings, and he doesn't know what he thinks.

However, he didn't like to brush off the kindness of his apprentice, and took it with a "hmm", "You go and lead the girl in the lounge to the audience and find a seat in front of the head." ”

Guo Degang sighed, his apprentice's skills are good, and he still has his own shadow.

But it's just that the mind is a little lively.

This line of work is a flyover craft, not to mention another 100 years, that is, the next 50 years are the ninth class.

He always said that to help the ancestors inherit, we must always have a heart of awe and guard against arrogance and rashness.

Cao Yin has been under his door for many years, and he has not said that he has learned seven points of ability, but he has learned twice as much as three points of anger.

I don't know when he'll be able to sink down.

He wanted to climb a high branch, and he was introduced to the top of the mountain, and he couldn't stop him.

If you hit a wall, it's a good thing to be able to put your mind right.

"Yes, master!" When Cao Yin heard this, he immediately walked happily to the lounge.

"Don't look at it, let's go on stage, the audience below has been waiting for a long time." Seeing Guo Degang looking at Cao Yin's back, Yu Qian pulled his cuffs.

......

It is said that cross talk is roughly divided into four performance methods.

Handsome, selling, weird, bad.

Handsome is chic and refined, the representative figure is Mr. Hou, and Zhang Yunlei in the past two years; Selling is hard work, the performance style is hot and spicy, full of emotions, and the representative figure is Li Boxiang; Strange is that it is unconventional and unique, and the later Deyun Sao Lang is this way; The bad thing is that the style is brisk, which always gives people a feeling that they can't take advantage of it.

Many later fans thought that Guo Degang was a bad word, but in fact, his main focus this year was selling.

In the past two years, he has been at his peak, and it is also the peak period of creation, and countless good jokes are flowing out like the Yongding River that has broken the embankment.

In the past two years, he has set a record of 26 returns.

There is an unspoken rule in this line, there are no more than three things, and after three returns, no matter how the audience screams, the next actor has to be replaced.

Because of this, Guo Degang was criticized by his peers again.

Ji Yun blocked his ears, tried to block Guo Degang's loud voice echoing in the background, and threw his mind on the script.

He's clockwork right now, and the harder it gets, the more he wants to try.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door to the lounge was a little old, and there was a screeching sound when it was pushed open.

The two people in the room were stunned for a moment, and they all raised their eyes and saw a figure standing in front of the door.

The face is thin and fleshless, and the cheekbones are high, even if he is standing at the door with his flattery, it shows a bad feeling to the two people in the room.

The cheekbones protrude on the face called the monkey gills, generally people with this kind of physiognomy like to take advantage of others, idle, not doing business, no plan for the future, living in a daydream of making a fortune all day long, from time to time to show the greedy nature, silently calculating others behind people.

Ji Yun didn't believe much in physiognomy, but sometimes what the ancestor said made sense.

Wan Qian leaned into Ji Yun's ear and whispered, "Why didn't this person knock on the door." ”

"You're Ji Yun, right?"

Cao Yin's eyes lit up as if he had discovered a new continent.

The whole person eagerly approached in front of Ji Yun and sat down familiarly, "I've heard your songs, and you sing well." ”

Ji Yun frowned, how could this person have a commentator's tone.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

After that, he lowered his head again and looked through the script carefully, obviously not meaning to continue to talk to him.

He couldn't see it, "My name is Cao Yin, and I am my master's eldest disciple, I will do everything he knows, or shall I show it to you?" ”

Ji Yun still lowered his head, as if he hadn't heard.

Wan Qian leaned beside Ji Yun and ignored his self-introduction.

"Uh..." Cao Yin was a little embarrassed for a while, and hurriedly said: "My master asked me to send you to the audience, where the boundary is good, and you can hear clearly." ”

He looked at Wan Qian, and his eyes flashed again.

The monk's temple-like Deyun Society, when have I ever seen such a good-looking woman.

His whole waist was straight, as if he wanted to leave the most perfect impression in front of the goddess.

Wan Qian chuckled lightly and said without any emotion: "It's good, the main thing is to be quiet." ”

Cao Yin was suffocated, she was scolding herself for making a fuss.

"Good! Then I'll go first, so I won't bother the two of you! ”

With that, he turned around and walked away.

"I don't like him." Wan Qian pursed her mouth.

"It's okay, the wicked have their own wicked grinding." Ji Yun comforted.