Chapter 722: Tragic Childhood
"Crosstalk~"
"Sketch~"
"Magic Acrobatics~"
"Please see today ~ Quyuan Miscellaneous Altar ~ Quyuan Miscellaneous Altar ~"
Quyuan Miscellaneous, which was active in the 90s, is definitely a childhood memory for many people.
On that, there will be many unique brothers in each issue, and the most impressive of them is a kid named Luo Sang, who is like ventriloquist and has won the love of many people.
Luo Sang relied on ventriloquist to imitate the trumpet and blew a song "My Sun" and was well known.
Fang Yu's third-level ventriloquism, to put it bluntly, can crush Luo Sang!
A musical instrument that plays "My Sun"?
Trombone, trumpet, flute, shaw!
Fang Yu can even use his mouth to produce electronic music sounds! He's an orchestra alone!
The second program!
Ventriloquism!
"Doodoo Doodoo~"
Fang Yu stood on the stage with the microphone, and a wild bee flew to start the big show!
"Oh my God!"
He Zhen in the background was shocked at first! Then came the clapping!
The host is well-informed, and he has seen a lot of ventriloquist skills, but a ventriloquist master who is like Fang Yu's age and has such a precise instrument position can only use the word god to make an evaluation!
Hearing Fang Yu's second program, Han Geng was depressed, as if he entered the sect at the same time and saw the NPC who had soared after two years of cultivation by his companions, and Zhao Liying liked it very much, her expression, looking at all her works before and in the future, could not find any paragraph, which was comparable to the eyes of such love at this time.
Look at Li Baitong again.
"Wow!" With a bang, the woman burst into tears!
The wild bee dance ended, and the applause of the audience continued to snap!
[Your ventriloquist conquers the audience!] Ventriloquist +10! +2 for all! 】
Riding the hot iron, Fang Yu took the microphone and shouted:
"Bring the cylinder!"
Fang Yu gave an order, and the three staff members of the program team pushed a blue and white porcelain-like jar in front of Fang Yu!
He Yuan hurriedly came to the stage and ran onto the stage, "Next, please continue to enjoy the stunt skewers!" Top cylinder! ”
Still coming?
The folks in the audience were directly dumbfounded!
This kid, looking at the age of his early twenties, was making steamed buns there yesterday, like a chef.
Just taming beasts and ventriloquism, they are also unique skills among unique skills!
Now, do you want to perform acrobatics?
Oh, my God! If it weren't for people who could become stars! Who is not convinced by this? Don't be convinced!
The audience's eyes were focused on the huge blue and white porcelain jar in the center of the stage. The porcelain jar is as smooth as jade, painted with intricate and delicate patterns, as if telling an ancient story. It sits heavily in a corner of the stage, looking mysterious and dangerous.
Fang Yu took a deep breath, leaned back slightly, clenched the edge of the cylinder with both hands, and exerted force violently. The cylinder slowly left the ground under the contraction of his muscles, and Fang Yu's legs were like two taut strings, steadily supporting the entire weight. The veins on his forehead bulged, and every muscle was straining, as if he wanted to pour all his strength into this moment.
The cylinder shook slightly above his head, Fang Yu's arms trembled, but his fingers were like iron tongs, tightly gripping the edge of the cylinder. His eyes were glued to the tank, as if searching for the key to balance. Sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the ground, blending with the dust of the ground.
Suddenly, Fang Yu's legs bent, his body leaned forward, and the cylinder then crossed a perfect arc in the air. The audience's hearts tensed, and only a low whistling was heard, and the cylinder fell steadily back to the ground. Fang Yu's body also relaxed, as if he had unloaded a thousand catties of burden!
And that's not all!
Fang Yu took a deep breath and slowly walked to the blue and white porcelain jar. He stretched out his hands and held the bottom of the tank steadily. The audience held their breath and waited for the next scene.
Fang Yu smiled slightly, and suddenly exerted his strength, and firmly pressed the porcelain jar on his head. His body tensed instantly, like a bow ready to fire. He took a gentle step and began to pace the stage. Every step is taken carefully, but without losing strength and rhythm.
With the rhythm of the music, Fang Yu's movements became faster and faster. Sometimes he turns, sometimes jumps, sometimes makes all kinds of thrilling movements, but always maintains the balance of the blue and white porcelain jar. His figure is agile and ethereal in the light, as if it is integrated with music and porcelain jars.
The audience was deeply captivated and burst into exclamation and applause from time to time. Fang Yu on the stage seems to have become the center of this world, and his every action tugs at everyone's heartstrings!
Finally, in a burst of warm applause, Fang Yu steadily put the blue and white porcelain jar back in place. He bowed deeply and then smiled and waved to the audience!
Absolutely!
It's amazing!
[Your acrobatics shocked the audience! +3 for all! 】
Han was more convinced, and Huang Lei was shocked!
Zhao Liying and He Zhen appreciated.
Li Yuli directly didn't want money and started to rain!
Li Yu closed her eyes, and a picture appeared in her mind, it was Fang Yu's childhood!
It was a dilapidated alley, dark and damp, and the mottled marks on the walls looked like the marks of time. Fang Yu, the figure she imagined, was standing at the end of the alley, and her small figure looked particularly lonely in the morning light!
He woke up early, his face still wearing immature sleepiness, but his eyes were already full of tenacity and determination!
The market was full of people, and among the bustling crowd, Fang Yu was particularly eye-catching. He stood in the crowd and started his show!
However, not everyone is willing to give him appreciation and respect. Some passers-by looked at him with indifferent eyes, others laughed at his performance, and some even rudely interrupted his performance and insulted him with bad words. Whenever this happens, a trace of pain and helplessness flashes in Fang Yu's eyes, but he always gritted his teeth, endured it silently, and then started his performance again.
At sunset, the market becomes deserted. Fang Yu put away his performance props and walked to the hotel silently. He didn't end a day's work-study to go to eat to replenish energy, but to continue to work in the back kitchen of the restaurant
He endured the scolding of the chef and the pickiness of the guests, and did every job with care.
Oh, my God!
Li Liying was numb from crying, and Zhao Liying, who was crying to the side, no matter how she coaxed her and dissuaded her, she still couldn't stop crying
Fortunately, Fang Yu on the stage is finally preparing for the last show!
"Teacher Bingbing" He Zhen looked at Li Yuyu with some embarrassment holding the microphone, "Forget it, I'll go on it myself." ”
He Zhen came to the stage with his head held high, holding the microphone, and first nodded affirmatively to Fang Yu!
He was really convinced, among all the post-80s, and even the artists He Zhen had seen, Fang Yu was definitely the most talented one, there was no one!
"Ahem, ahem, my partner was too emotional to continue hosting, so I was alone to introduce the show. Enjoy it next! Martial arts skewers, flying needle stunts! ”
"Please invite Fang Yu's starring guest Zhao Liying! Everyone is welcome! ”
(End of chapter)