There is still a moment left before taking the stage.

A group of people in the background first found clothes for the children.

It's easy to find, and after a while, I brought a light gray coat, which is not my own, but it is not far from ten when I put it on, and I can't see anything when I sit.

Mainly for an age, wearing blue does not look as effective as this.

"It's really a little different to look at, at least it can make people mistakenly think they're in their twenties."

Wang Yao, who was the sister, stood next to her and looked at her.

"That's not far off!" Wang Yunfei looked at his sister and muttered.

However, this sentence was heard by the theater manager, "People rely on clothes, it must be better to play with it a little, and when you put it on, go over and prepare, it's almost over." ”

"Good!"

Nodding, Wang Yunfei stepped up to the side curtain and waited for the time to tell the story.

The rest of the people were also ready to go over to listen, especially Wang Yao followed behind her brother for the first time, saying something that she didn't have, she must have come over this time to see what her brother had to say.

I usually just watch and talk about cross talk, so I'm a little curious and fresh.

When I looked at it in the past, I found that there were really a lot of people in the library, and there were people in every seat, but the place was quite small, smaller than the Huasheng flyover, but the smaller the place, the more comfortable it was for everyone to sit together and listen to books.

After all, it was his brother who listened.

Quack quack!

When the time came, when the actors came out to tell the story, the audience applauded as always.

At the same time, Wang Yunfei also bowed first before sitting down.

"It's difficult, it's difficult, it's moral, you can't talk about it, you can't talk about it, you can't talk about it, you can't talk about it, you can't waste it if you don't have a bosom friend-the tip of your tongue!

”

The sonorous and powerful set poem is given.

Once again, the audience at the library cheered and gave a move.

Wang Yunfei knew that they were all doing this for the sake of Old Man Jin's face, so he cherished the opportunity even more, so he looked at the old and young masters below who were much older than him and spoke.

"Let's give a brief introduction first, my name is Wang Yunfei, I know that Mr. Jin Wensheng is my grandfather, and I have relied on the teachings of other people's families recently.

In addition, I also said cross talk, I don't know if you have gone to Yanjing to play, there is a Huasheng flyover in Yanjing xx place, you can understand if you have time to go, listening to cross talk is also a picture of music, when an entertainment venue. ”

Briefly mention Deyun's theater, I don't dare to mention more, the following people are listening to the book, and if they want to die begging for nothing, Deyun, the audience will be annoyed, just say it casually.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether it's cross talk or storytelling, the stories of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties are all telling people to teach people to learn well, and they don't dare to say that Gaotai is edified, but after listening to it, they can vaguely understand what from the story.

Especially the "Three Tests of Steamed Bones" that we are going to talk about today, this story was a true thing in the past, and it is not too long from now, if you have a few old people in your family, you can ask maybe you have an impression, the Ming Dynasty!

”

A twist of words, the audience laughed.

There are even complaints.

"Good guy, who called the old man to come from the Ming Dynasty."

"The style of the child is similar to that of the old man."

……

After speaking, Wang Yunfei was happy, "Don't ask your father in the Ming Dynasty, he doesn't know if you ask your grandfather." Anyway, just kidding, the story is during the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty, and it is about an injustice in the officialdom.

In the past, there was a saying that inside the palace gate, it must be good to practice. What does it mean, in the institutions of Yamen and Liumen, he is related to the life and death of the people.

If the people in the yamen want to do good deeds, it is easy to accumulate virtue, and if you do well, maybe what you leave behind is a human life.

Saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, so if a person lives in the world, he still needs more kindness, and he doesn't want to get anything in return, but if he does something bad.

Although we are not superstitious, you have remembered that there must be a karma for everything. ”

"And today's protagonist of ours is an official, he doesn't want to be a bad official, he wants to be a good official from the moment he takes office, clear as water, bright as a mirror, no less than a bright lamp with a veil covering ten thousand, he is willing to do this."

"But!

”

Wang Yunfei suddenly added a lot of words in his mouth, in order to pull the audience's spiritual head over, because there are still some viewers who didn't look at themselves, it doesn't matter if they don't watch it, but they enter the story after the delay, so they have to be reminded, otherwise they won't understand.

"But one wrong step and one wrong step, and finally pushed myself to a dead end.

During the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty, Suning County, Hejian Prefecture.

The newly appointed county magistrate in the county government is called Zhu Jiqiu, forty years old, after taking office today, he finished his work today, and when he dispersed in the evening, he spread out the paper, pen and ink inkstone in the study to write a letter to his family. ”

"Lord Zhu is good, he has been studying since he was a child, his family is not good, he doesn't have much money, there are more brothers and brothers, ten, he is small, and there are nine brothers in front. Nine elder brothers saved money to pay for him to study alone.

Finally, the disciples of the two lists won the Jinshi, and waited for six years in Yanjing City and other officials, and they were poor enough.

I was very happy when I became the magistrate, spread out the paper, pen and inkstone, studied the ink and pen, and wrote a letter to my brothers......"

……

On the stage, Wang Yunfei introduced the characters of the story sentence by sentence, and the storytelling should be done slowly, and the stories and backgrounds of the characters should be clearly explained, so as to better develop the story.

But even if it was just the beginning, Wang Yao stood in the side curtain and really looked at her younger brother and listened, and her younger brother sat on the stage and watched the audience below tell the story, which was a little unexpected for her.

Because of the indescribable grandeur, the feeling of telling a story to a group of people by one person must be powerful, so she can feel it.

Although Wang Yunfei of Huasheng Tianqiao also said cross talk to a group of people, the location is full today and the atmosphere is also very good.

But at this time, Jin Wensheng asked a guy to help bring a bench, "You sit and read, a book can go for an hour, and it's uncomfortable to stand and listen." ”

"Okay, thank you!"

Taking the stool handed over by the guy, Wang Yao sat down first, and then continued to look at his younger brother's sideways.

After sitting down, Jin Wensheng spoke, "Child, if I ask about something, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to answer, mainly because I am more curious about your background, a person who is buried in the eyebrows." ”

"Huh? What? Wang Yao immediately turned her head, with a somewhat respectful look on her face, thinking that she was asking about the death of her parents, but in the next second, what the old man said was far beyond her imagination.

"Do you think you resemble your brother?"

"Hmmm! I've always told him that, after all, we're brothers and sisters. ”

"Is it dear?"

Wang Yao showed a smile on her face and replied without hesitation, "Yes!" Dear for sure! Although I can't remember exactly what happened when I was a child, I can vaguely recall a few clips of me playing with my younger brother when I was five or six years old.

But he has been a little ghost since he was a child, and he can't play with other children at all. ”

"Maybe I'm wrong, maybe Yunfei is a little more like your mother, and you are a little more like your father."