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

Chapter 723: Why does the little girl love to eat so much! 【Please subscribe】

On the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, Qi Yuncheng started singing after feeling confident.

"The large number of people and horses is really majestic, and there is an old Taoist sitting in the sedan~~"

"Old Taoist?" Luan Yunping asked curiously from the side.

"The Immortal Wind Taoist Bone is indeed majestic. This Taoist is not a real Taoist..."

"What the hell is this?"

When he refutes his own things, those who praise him are displeased.

Qi Yuncheng sang again, "The official name of the official in the Ministry of Personnel is Liu Yong. Mr. Liu left Yanjing for a private visit. Mr. Liu left the city of Yanjing.

Mr. Liu is going to Shandong for a private visit~~"

"Shandong."

"Master Liu is going to Shandong City for a private visit~"

"Ah."

Here Luan Yunping frowned and waved her hands, feeling that she was not so talkative.

If you want to be normal, you must add a sentence like Houye.

But don’t come like this for the Spring Festival Gala.

But Qi Yuncheng kept saying, "Master Liu, don't go to Henan~~"

"This is not nonsense."

"Master Liu is not going to Taiyuan City, Shanxi~~"

"Oops." Luan Yunping was so annoyed that she couldn't help but asked, "Why are you talking about it?"

"Master Liu left Yanjing for a private visit." Qi Yuncheng suddenly raised his body and momentum while holding the crescent board, "What a great Master Liu, he left Yanjing and ran to Shandong~~"

"Hey guys, that's the word that comes to mind."

It was a piece of content that was highly praised, and the audience in person, in front of the TV, and on the Internet had a lot of fun watching it.

After that, Qi Yuncheng started playing the drum kit again, tilted his head and looked in other directions and began to think about the remaining words.

But when I think about it, I feel a bit over it, and I really can’t seem to remember it.

The actor played the drums on the stage for a long time.

Even though the actor didn't say anything during this process, the image of the actor thinking hard was enough to make her funny for a long time. Luan Yunping was so happy that she said, "No, let's change the scene."

Have fun talking.

The audience was extremely happy, and Qi Yuncheng himself was almost the same, with smiles all over his face.

Then quickly regain your composure and sing.

"You want to ask Mr. Liu where he is going. He is going to Shandong for a private visit~~"

"It's still Shandong!!" Luan Yunping was furious beside her.

"This Mr. Liu..."

"what."

"This Mr. Liu..."

"what happened?"

"Master Liu, he is an adult!"

"It's all nonsense."

"Master Liu is doing the eight steps and moving forward..."

After singing a sentence, Qi Yuncheng struck the drum shuttlecock in his hand hard and made a thumping sound. Then he thought for a while and looked at the audience to explain, "I really forgot until now."

Luan Yunping waved her hand, "It was not a lie just now."

Qi Yuncheng tried to make up for it, "Actually, it should be a whirlwind at this point, and Huang Aiyu will be interrogated later."

"Yes." Luan Yunping, who had some understanding, also said, "Xuanfeng is complaining."

"I forgot, Mr. Liu... Oops... oh." Qi Yuncheng seemed to have forgotten about the performance here, and started to play the drum kit while thinking about it.

The pianist was anxious and pointed at the drum, "I can't remember it. I'll take the drum away and I'll tell you."

As soon as the drum was about to be withdrawn, Qi Yuncheng nodded again and again, in a state of ecstasy when he remembered, "Master Liu got off the sedan with a single step, and he ran due east with a long stride~~"

"Something's wrong."

“I walked about twenty steps east, turned around and headed south~~”

"Huh??" Luan Yunping frowned and didn't understand what this behavior was.

"Take fifteen or six steps south"

"Oh."

"Turn around and he'll go west."

"Okay, let's spin around."

"Master Liu, this Master Liu, Master Liu, let's walk~"

"What's wrong?"

"He just... stands up and walks~~"

"Have you been crawling all this time?"

Hahahahaha!
Thinking of the scene, laughter burst out one after another.

Even Song Yi, Song's father, and Song's mother watching at home couldn't stop laughing. The cross talk that the son-in-law said was much more fun than the mainstream cross talk. The smiles on their faces have never stopped from the beginning to now.

Not only the baggage at this moment, but also the way I forgot my words just now, it’s just incredible.

Only Xixi and Jingjing couldn't understand, and the elder sister watched while eating. After all, he was the father, and he watched everything he did.

But after a while, he finished eating, turned his head and asked his mother, stretched out his little hand, "Mom."

Song Yi was watching the TV and held her little hand in his hand, "Don't eat. You should be full soon. Dinner will be served soon."

"Okay." Xixi could only bear to continue looking at her father. You must know that she didn't eat much, only a little bit, and it was impossible to be full.

Not even enough to fill the stomach.

But suddenly, Jingjing, who was in his early two years, slowly took out a bag of biscuits from his small pocket. As soon as he took out the biscuits, he gave them to his sister. He was not greedy, so he kept them.

When the elder sister felt a bit like a thief, she quietly glanced at her mother who was watching TV, then reached out and took it from her younger brother's little hand. She took it and opened the package without swallowing it.

I was just watching out for my mother while sharing cookies with my younger brother.

When her sister shared it, Jingjing ate together, and then continued to turn her head to look at her father and his master, Luan Yunping.

A child over two years old doesn't know much, but he often talks about it and knows that his relationship with himself is somewhat different.

And in laughter.

Qi Yuncheng continued to come regardless.

"There is a house close to the chest. Mr. Liu stretched out his hand and opened the door twice~~"

"Open the door." Luan Yunping still held it.

Qi Yuncheng sang: "The main room is not far away, close to the chest, reach out and open the door twice~"

Luan Yunping: "Go in."

Qi Yuncheng: "Master Liu entered the main room with one step. The back room was not far away from his chest. Master Liu stretched out his hand and opened the door with double fans~~"

Luan Yunping: "Enter the house."

Qi Yuncheng: "The head of the kang is not far away and is close to the chest. Mr. Liu takes a step and puts it on the kang~"

"Get on the kang." Luan Yunping suddenly said in surprise.

Qi Yuncheng continued to sing: "The window sill is not far away and is close to the chest~~"

Luan Yunping: "It sounds like the room is not big."

Qi Yuncheng: "Master Liu, this Master Liu..."

Luan Yunping: "What's going on?"

Qi Yuncheng: "He turned around and kicked the window sill again~~"

Luan Yunping: "Okay."

Qi Yuncheng: "He tore a big hole in the window paper and jumped into the courtyard."

Luan Yunping: "It's out again."

After finishing singing a section of drum music, Qi Yuncheng played another section of drum kit and then asked for applause. He was very proud. "Why do you still need applause for this? I didn't understand what I was talking about."

"How about forgetting the lyrics? Just making it up." Qi Yuncheng regained his composure, "This is the Xihe Dagu Book. Forgetting the lyrics makes people feel so joyful and happy.

But there is a folk art that makes people feel sad and delicate when it is sung, and it makes people feel moved when listening to it. "

Luan Yunping answered immediately, very curious, "Hey, what kind of music?"

"Beijing Yun Dagu, and it is also a Beijing Yun Dagu of the Bai School."

"Bai Pai Jingyun Dagu?"

"Yes, Jingyun drums are divided into three major schools: Liu, Bai, and Zhang. Among them, Mr. Bai Yunpeng's Bai style Jingyun drums are full of melodious and pleasant jokes."

"Can you sing? I'll teach you a few lines."

"If you can't sing properly, just sing a few lines."

As soon as the words of praise came out, Qi Yuncheng on the stage immediately began to sing Beijing-style drums with intention. The reason for him to go to the Spring Festival Gala was to promote our traditional folk arts, if not for the limited time.

He will not only introduce Xihe Dagu Shu and Jingyun Dagu, but also reveal other things. If it is a small theater, he might even bring Lanlan along.

And when he comes.

As a teacher's wife, Wang Hui felt a little emotional when she watched the TV. It was so rare that there was even a Beijing-style drum show on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

Don't talk about her, just those old gentlemen in Tianjin.

Don’t they watch the Spring Festival Gala?
Impossible. Even if they haven't watched it before, when they heard that Qi Yuncheng was going to attend the Spring Festival Gala, the whole family watched happily. After watching and listening, they found that Qi Yuncheng sang Chou Mo Yin Chu.

The emotions in my heart are very overwhelming.

Needless to say, the singing is good. The key is to be on a public stage. This stage is not a variety show or a program, but a national stage. It is really amazing.

There was no one in the audience who didn't like what they heard, and they looked at the actors seriously.

The camera even captured some elderly people singing along in the auditorium.

Those who are older are basically aware of the popularity of drum music in the 80s. It is opened one theater after another, so it is impossible not to know.

Suddenly, the old man who had been invited by Deyun Drum Club was in a good mood, and he could only say "happy".

As for Lan Lan, who is the apprentice, there is no need to say more at all.

Look at Master seriously.

Haven't eaten any food.

It was his singing of drums that made her fall in love with this industry.

What Master does has always been very meaningful.

She also joked with her once that Qi Yuncheng went to the Spring Festival Gala purely because of the popularity of the cross talk.

If one day she, Zhou Gulan, can attend the Spring Festival Gala, it means that traditional folk art is already very good.

"Lanlan, let's eat."

A shout from the parents at home.

Zhou Gulan then continued to eat while looking at his master.

However, the program can be said quickly. After Jingyun Dagu finished singing a few lines, the performance was revealed for everyone to know.

Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping bowed and left the stage.

They bowed and came off the stage to a roaring round of applause.

The cross talk is full of fun, down-to-earth performance, singing skills, and traditional folk arts.

How could you not be liked?

For this reason, not only was the applause great, but the ratings after the two people performed also doubled to a terrifying level.

It proves that the director's vision is correct. There is no influence of singing and dancing at all, and it directly lifts the atmosphere.

If it catches fire but not mud, the audience will be more interested in watching the subsequent performances.

"It's finally over. This year's Spring Festival Gala is much better than before."

off the stage.

Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping went out to the studio, and the latter sighed subconsciously.

But before they could finish their emotion, the two of them came to the corridor and were immediately interviewed.

"Hello two, what do you think of the piece you just performed?"

"It's not bad." Qi Yuncheng stopped and spoke, facing the reporter, and looked at the camera again, "Because it's not the first time to attend the Spring Festival Gala, so I will feel much better the second time and won't be too nervous."

“Is there any purpose behind the performance of the work?”

"Of course, more people like traditional folk arts. If you appreciate it carefully, you will find a lot of interesting things."

"So what are you two planning to do now?"

"It's time to go home. It's getting late. I wish you all a happy New Year and have a happy reunion."

In the corridor, Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping participated in an awkward interview for a while, and then immediately went to the actor's special lounge.

If there is someone you know inside, you must say something before leaving.

Sheng Teng and Jia Ling are both going to the Spring Festival Gala and have been waiting for their own time.

"Hey, look who's here, Yuncheng, you're great."

Sheng Teng's show was slightly behind, but their team's costumes had already been changed.

"The two of us have completed our mission. I wish you a successful performance."

"no problem."

"Let's go first."

"Be careful on the road."

Not only was he rising, but he also said hello to several people he was close to, then changed his clothes and hurried home with his partner.

They went home, and things at home were already starting to get busy.

Now that the stew is done, the next step is stir-frying.

The moment the show ended, Mrs. Song got busy decisively, and soon the sounds of various fires and pots sizzling could be heard in the kitchen.

I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up.

But there is no way to catch up. As fast as cooking is, the slowness in cooking is the slowness in preparing the dishes, so before Qi Yuncheng returns home.

One dish after another was prepared and brought out.

"Xi Xi will bring it, mom will give it to Xi Xi!"

Seeing that it was finally time to eat, the little girl was not so happy. She followed her mother like a little tail and stretched out her two little hands to catch it.

How can Song Yi trust her to pick up the big dishes? How strong can a small girl be? "Go and carry that plate of prawns. Serve them carefully and don't let them spill on the ground and be eaten by the noodles."

"Ah."

The little girl turned around and went to the kitchen to get the food. Noodles followed beside her wagging her tail, a little speechless. She was worried that she would eat it, but not that her little master would eat it secretly. She was no less greedy than herself.

"Dog, go there, don't follow."

When Xixi was holding a plate, the noodles were by her side, but the little girl was afraid that the noodles would trip her, so she kept shouting.

What else can you do for noodles but go somewhere else.

And when the red and fragrant prawns were placed among the dazzling array of vegetables, the little girl couldn't take her eyes off them.

Love eating these things.

Not to mention the prawns, the ribs, red pork ribs, steamed fish, roast chicken, soy sauce beef, and braised pig's trotters all seemed to be deliberately tempting her.

"If you can memorize the names of the dishes, I'll let you eat first."

Suddenly a familiar voice appeared, and Xixi turned her head, her expression suddenly filled with surprise.

"dad!!"

"Hey~"

The little girl rushed towards her father, and Jingjing was already in his arms.

Holding the two children in his arms, Qi Yuncheng couldn't stop laughing.

He had just arrived. When he got home, he must have seen his wife and the others busy at work. He immediately picked up Jingjing, who was running towards him, and then looked at the dining table.

Good guy, the little girl was engrossed in looking at a pile of food alone. She stared at it motionlessly. She had no idea that she was back. Why did she love to eat so much?
I couldn’t turn my eyes at the food.

But it's so cute, I can't help but make people like it.

(End of this chapter)