Jiang Ye and Yu Fei made an appointment late and met directly at [Liyun Club].

At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Eno took a taxi to the overpass and walked to the old street full of ethnic art.

saw Yu Feiwan holding a small parasol and standing at the door of the cross talk hall waiting for him.

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

Time seems to have slowed down.

The dappled summer light and shadow cast on the ancient brick wall behind her, the whole picture was blurred, and the shutter in Eno's mind clicked.

Developing the negative, an old photo with a sense of age, was imprinted in his heart like this.

"How long have you been waiting?" Eno walked forward.

When Yu Feiwan heard this, he turned around and raised his parasol and smiled at Jiang Yewaner: "Just came." ”

Today, the cross talk hall is not open to the public, and only a dozen of their own people are present.

In fact, since the opening of [Liyun Club], except for the first two weeks, business has deteriorated.

Yu Feiwan's uncle Zhang Wenzhong was so worried that he couldn't sleep; Even his partner, Wu Pengfei, the big fat man who danced with elephants, lost his appetite and became thinner and thinner.

A group of people sighed for a long time, and the art of cross talk is in decline.

Yu Feiwan remembered it in his eyes, and he was even more curious about what Jiang Ye said before.

The two walked side by side, and heard a few smooth words in the thick shade of the courtyard, blowing big pears.

"Okay, Jietian'er is enough to marinate."

"Let's eat some."

"Let's dish edamame, let's pad it."

"Wait a while to watch the master play with a little star, doesn't it look like playing cymbals?"

"Listening to his nonsense, an idol teaches people to talk about cross talk, it's really fresh."

"Don't make people worthless, but my sister specially invited us to guide us."

"Advice? We've been playing cross talk in elementary school for a few years, and it's his turn to guide..."

……

Yu Feiwan immediately spoke, and several people turned their heads and waved happily: "You guys are here!" ”

Eno also greeted with a smile, the Beijing-Tianjin ground music artists are like this, they don't have to fight with others for a while.

Entering the backstage of the small theater on the first floor, Zhang Wenzhong and Wu Pengfei sat on their chairs and were relatively speechless.

It's so stuffy that only by drinking a sip of tea can the mood be smoother.

Zhang Wenzhong, a native of Jincheng. He has had good talent since he was a child, he has learned storytelling, practiced drumming, and sang Peking Opera, and he was from the same school as Yu Feiwan's mother Yan Qing.

When he was young, he followed the opera troupe around, and also worked as an actor for a few years, and later learned cross talk from his teacher.

The master is a master of cross talk of the Baozi generation, Mr. Hou Baohua Hou, and his younger brother Hou Wenzhao is the youngest son of his old man.

Wu Pengfei is different, he is not a brother with Zhang Wenzhong and Hou Wenzhao, he is another cross talk old-timer, Wu Baoshun's only son.

The cross talk industry is so big, and the old gentlemen are mostly called brothers, so in Zhang Wenzhong's life, the big guys are also called senior brothers and younger brothers.

The three of them chartered this old mansion together, and opened [Liyun Club] with a group of apprentices, hoping that the cross talk industry will be passed on and the audience will return to the theater.

It's a pity that the wishes are beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

It is only now that the three of them truly understand how difficult it was for the old gentlemen.

In the past, the old gentlemen were all street performers, and with just one mouth, they had to make passers-by who listened to cross talk pay willingly, how difficult it was!

But despite the difficult conditions, didn't the old gentlemen persevere? not only relied on his craft to make money to support his family, but also passed on the craft of cross talk.

However, when it was their turn to be juniors, they were really not very competitive.

Seeing the decline of cross talk day by day, there is no other way but to sigh, this is the most desperate place.

A few days ago, Zhang Wenzhong received a call from Yu Feiwan, and suddenly said that he had invited a "master" to come over and teach everyone cross talk.

This made Zhang Wenzhong look confused.

If it weren't for the fact that Yu Feiwan was the daughter of his senior sister Yanqing, he would have felt that she was tricking himself when he grew up.

However, [Liyun Society] is consumed like this, and the horizontal and vertical are also dead, so simply kill the horse as a live horse doctor, let's see what the origin of this "master" is.

Zhang Wenzhong discussed with his partner Wu Pengfei, and the matter was decided.

Jiang Ye and Yu Feiwan came over at the agreed time, met and introduced each other, and after a few people exchanged pleasantries for a while, they went straight to the topic.

No matter how wonderful the theory is, it is not as intuitive as the actual performance.

Teaching cross talk, Eno knows that he is not qualified. But after all, the glory of Deyun Club in the previous life was there, and acting a show to help the people of [Liyun Club] open their minds may be able to break the situation with Yu Feiwan, the senior uncle.

Wu Pengfei held his stomach up, and raised the tea slowly with kind eyebrows: "You two face the burden first?" ”

In this Jiang Ye teasing, Zhang Wenzhong praised him, whoever makes the life has to follow whose rhythm.

Jiang Ye picked out the key burden and told Zhang Wenzhong: "You can follow me, no problem." "He has a score in his heart.

Although cross talk is three points of teasing and seven points of praise, the burden is not loud, and it depends on the skills of shaking work; As long as the burden is buried well, the praise will be brought to extraordinary performance.

"Don't panic on stage, Xiao Jiang, Uncle Zhong has you covered." Zhang Wenzhong got up and took off his glasses.

Eno also took off his watch: "Come on, try not to embarrass you." "Anyway, he also has the performance experience in Deyun Small Theater in his previous life, and he is stable.

According to his height, Yu Feiwan picked out a dark blue long coat from the head rack.

Jiang Ye began to fasten the button from below, every step was orderly, and when he was dressed, Yu Feiwan helped him sort out the corners again.

Zhang Wenzhong nodded beside him and said, "Wait a while, it's not too late for you to report the curtain?" ”

Yu Feiwan smiled and said hello.

The more traditional the craftsman, the more he pays attention to the rules. Even if Jiang Ye came over to "point" one or two, even if there was only one show today, Zhang Wenzhong strictly arranged the rules of the performance, and there should be no less links.

With his coat on his upper body, Eno was calm on the surface, but he couldn't help but feel excited inside.

didn't expect to be addicted to cross talk here, and he couldn't help but be eager to try.

turned on the lights and pulled the curtain, and Zhang Wenzhong, who was cheering, went out first, and then Jiang Ye stepped on the field.

The noble son of the Great Liang is covered with clouds.

Although he became handsome after crossing over, intercom cross talk is not an advantage, but Eno's posture is particularly open.

Zhang Wenzhong secretly admired that this kid dared to come to power, regardless of whether the work was good or not, whether the porcelain was solid or not, this momentum was half of the success first.

Yu Feiwan really came to the stage to report the curtain: "Please enjoy the cross talk "I Am a Writer", the performers, Jiang Ye and Zhang Wenzhong. ”

The two stood in front of the microphone, and after a simple adjustment, Eno took advantage of the air to glance around the audience.

Except for Yu Feiwan's serious and expectant expression, everyone else was more or less disdainful.

It's like watching him a layman fool an insider, if he doesn't speak well, he is waiting to knock you down.

This little battle was difficult for Jiang Ye, he was angry and said hello with a smile.

To get on stage, you must first introduce yourself: "Good afternoon, everyone! My name is Eno, and I am an elementary school student in the cross talk world. ”

"Yo, up-and-comer." Zhang Wenzhong followed with ease.

Jiang Ye stretched out his hand at Zhang Wenzhong, trying to fool the past: "This is... It doesn't matter, does it..."

"Wait a minute." Zhang Wenzhong was anxious and immediately stopped, "It doesn't matter how you get here." ”

This kind of burden is not uncommon in traditional cross talk, and Zhang Wenzhong took it properly.

came up and shook off a burden, and the pretending posture made Yu Feiwan laugh.

It's just that for Wu Pengfei, Hou Wenzhao, and a group of apprentices, they can't laugh at this kind of little trick.

A few people below were already talking softly.

"That's it? Are you embarrassed to point us out about cross talk? ”

"What do you mean? Brother. Didn't you say that you should teach something new, why is it still an old job? ”

Regarding Eno's opening, this group of people was obviously very unconvinced.

"Senior sister will let this guy fool me for a while, or it has to be a little white face." A certain ass-faced brother muttered tastefully.

Hou Wenzhao heard it in the front row, turned his head and glared at them, instantly scaring these guys.

This Uncle Hou is not joking, he is a baby-like character in the cross talk world, and when someone in the circle sees him, he has to shout Hou Sanye.

This is not only because he is the youngest son of the ancestor Hou Baohua, but also because people worship under several old men of cross talk at the same time, and they have practiced cross talk for more than 30 years.

Not only is the basic skills extremely solid, but also the requirements for learning and art are extremely strict.

Over the years, Uncle Hou has been running around for the development of cross talk, and no one is allowed to be disrespectful to cross talk.

In front of Master Zhang Wenzhong, they all dared to make a few jokes, and in front of Uncle Hou, a group of people were like rats seeing cats, very honest.

There's no way, who let the big guy not learn the basic skills well, every time I see this uncle, I will inevitably feel weak.

Uncle Shi glared angrily, they naturally didn't dare to shout anymore, but they looked at Jiang Ye on the stage, and there was still contempt in their eyes.

However, all the disdain only lasted for a few tens of seconds, and they were slapped in the face by their own uncontrollable laughter.