Cross talk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is built under the stage

Chapter 242 Dagu special, why are all the people you brought here are cross talk learners! 【Subscribe】

"Welcome, what am I welcome?"

Qi Yuncheng really didn't understand what kind of riddle Song Yi was playing, but when he saw her little expression, how could he not understand.

Are you jealous?

But since she came here by herself, why should she be jealous.

He didn't hear those girls talking, so it's normal not to understand.

But at this time, Wang Hui's friend watched Song Yi chatting about some messy things.

When it was determined that she was really not engaged in folk art, it was finally considered that she gave up the idea of ​​singing drums.

Otherwise, I can arrange a place for her in the future.

After all, she will definitely give face to the children Wang Hui knows.

In the following time, a group of people were waiting for today's special performance of Jingyun Dagu in Laoshe Teahouse.

During this process, Qi Yuncheng discovered that most of the girls in the backstage were still students, and they listened to the conversation between the teacher and the teacher.

I can understand that it is an opera school, and then come to participate in an internship or something.

As for Zandi's role is an old gentleman with high qualifications, it is none other than Wang Hui's own master, Mr. Li Shusheng.

Otherwise, why are you here today?
And call them?

However, seeing the school students here made Qi Yuncheng think of something, because De Yun seemed to be recruiting students in 2011.

He even remembered that Deyun will cooperate with the school soon, and then students who enter the Deyun Institute will be hired.

Of course, you have to pay, because you are studying in this school, which is very formal, and the school also collects the money.

Think of this.

Qi Yuncheng had the idea of ​​wanting to join in the fun.

But as soon as he turned his gaze, Zhang Yunlei came over. His mental head was obviously very uncomfortable with this, and he was out of state the whole time.

"Yun Cheng, this, this is going to be on stage soon.

I really don't know how to do it.

The key is that it is not Deyun's place, let alone familiar with it. "

It is impossible for Zhang Yunlei not to complain, because there is really no way to reach a certain level.

Although he knew that it would be difficult for Deyun or not, he could only say so.

But he said immediately, "Yun Cheng, please teach me a little bit, the more nervous you are, the less you can find the rhyme of Jingyun Dagu."

"Okay, what are you singing today?"

""Send Qingwen"!"

"This is familiar, so why don't you sing a few words that you are not sure about?"

"Hmm!" Zhang Yunlei really has nothing to be ashamed of at the moment. If he is embarrassed backstage, he must be even more embarrassed on stage.

"Rain hit~~Pear Blossom~~Luomanting~~"

After this sentence came out, Qi Yuncheng stood in the backstage where he could feel that he was on a business trip. He had already learned the drums, and he had never broken a film. In addition, his experience in the system improved him a lot.

But the problem at this moment is not the skill and flavor of Jingyun Dagu.

It's singing.

So he immediately said, "You are too nervous, you didn't make a sound, the breath was in your throat.

Master also said that in the folk art industry, regardless of whether the voice is good or not, the use of breath is very important.

Even talking is out of breath. "

"Then how should I sing?"

Qi Yuncheng didn't delay, and gave him a few words on the spot.

But this way.

It is impossible for Wang Hui and the others not to pay attention to the hot chat, because if they sing to a certain level, they can give people a slightly amazing feeling.

So the eyes came.

"Wang Hui, does this kid sing well? He also talks about cross talk? By the way, when I think about it, he seems to be a little angry."

"Yes, but it is also a professional study of cross talk."

Saying this again, this person is really speechless, and he just said, "I also teach at Yanjing Opera School.

I thought you were going to show the teacher a few students for today's session.

Well, they all learn cross talk. "

Wang Hui herself was helpless, "This is the first thing I did, but the child knows it, and I have learned it for many years."

"In this case."

The teacher surnamed Li suddenly came up with an idea, "Then you also let that kid go up and sing, anyway, the old audience is here today.

And there are more students, Nuo, those few over there have come to perform and watch and study. "

Follow your eyes.

Wang Hui did see a few female students, but this also made her indirectly think of one thing, that is, Deyun also has students.

But it's completely different from these kids.

Because they are not an independent organization at all.

It is a place to learn cross talk organized by themselves, and some facilities may not be as good as these schools.

There are comparisons between people, even Wang Hui, which really aroused her consideration for a while.

But just as she was thinking, she was suddenly awakened by this friend, "How is it?"

"I'm afraid this is not good. The audience and actors are not prepared."

"What's wrong, it's your child anyway, and don't think I don't know that this child is very popular.

Add a little fun!

Otherwise, the first three are almost all sung by students today, which is a bit dry.

When I owe you a favor. "

Now that we've talked about this, it's impossible for Wang Hui not to agree, "Okay, I'll tell the child later, how long will it be?"

"When you come back.

After almost the second show. "

"no problem."

"Then we've made a deal, but I have to remind you, don't let our teacher see it."

"Why, isn't he the one who organized this folk art show?"

"But we added it now, so as not to be scolded by my husband. When I was a child, I delayed it for a minute or two, but I was scolded enough.

Let me say that I am dishonest and careless. "

"Yes, then try to hurry up."

Wang Hui smiled and turned to look at Qi Yuncheng on the other side while talking. This kid is indeed a little popular, but he can sing if he wants to.

Anyway, he has learned the drums of all factions.

So I had to go and talk to the kids.

With this statement, Qi Yuncheng thought it was overtime for him, but his teacher's wife's friend couldn't refuse.

Naturally, he agreed.

And time is short.

Accompanied by the applause of the audience at Lao She Teahouse, the special drum performance was the beginning.

However, there are still special features of the stage of Hedeyun Theater.

That is, there is a very festive big curtain behind the stage, and a small door is opened on the left side of the curtain, and this small door is naturally blocked with the same fabric.

After the little curtain was lifted, the host came out from here.

"Thank you for coming! Today is a special performance of drums in the Lao She Teahouse, so there are more energetic children.

But not too much nonsense.

Let's get the first actor on stage.

First of all, please enjoy the Beijing Rhyme Drum "Qing Qingwen"!Performer Zhang Yunlei, accompanied by..."

After a while, the host named the accompaniment teachers one by one.

Even after that, he had to say it every time he announced the scene, not because of repetition, but because of some teachers who sang the drums.

They all have their own accompanist teachers.

After all, with the melody accompaniment, it must be comfortable for those who are familiar with themselves.

But at this moment, Zhang Yunlei was behind the big curtain, holding her own hand in a state of anxiety. When she heard the voice, she almost reflexively got up from the chair and hurried to the small curtain.

(End of this chapter)