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

"Master, I have something fun to show you."

Seeing Xixi going to get steamed buns for his wife, Zhou Gulan suddenly remembered something and ran over to bring his sister's homework book.

Qi Yuncheng didn't know why she was so interested. After flipping through the first page of the book, he instantly understood.

She asked her to write these numbers, each of which is beautiful in its own way.

My daughter seems to have no desire to learn. It is not easy to be able to write several numbers, let alone names. Every time I ask her to write her name well, she has to die.

Because I am still young and my hand muscles have not been exercised, I need to pay great attention to writing each stroke. Even three or four strokes take several seconds. You can imagine what it is like to write your own name.

There is not a single minute that I fail to write.

However, looking at Xixi's words as a father, she felt a little guilty. She hadn't taken a good look at her homework after being away for so long. She only took a formal look at it when she came back today.

I usually remember her eating it.

"Mom gives."

Coming out of the kitchen with two buns, Xixi gave one to her mother and kept another for herself. She turned around and found her father looking at her homework and saying something deliberately.

"Xixi worked hard to finish writing."

"Well, it's very beneficial."

The little girl felt proud that it was not in vain that she put the two circles of nine figures of eight together.

"Dad, do you want to eat the buns? Xixi's buns are for you to eat." He raised his hand and handed the stuffed buns that he had already taken a bite to his dad.

Qi Yuncheng didn't refuse. It was impossible not to be hungry when he came back from work at night, so he took a bite of the incomplete buns. The buns made by his mother-in-law were very filling.

Even in the mouths of my daughter and my youngest son, I can see the fragrant meat inside with a light bite.

The little girl hurriedly went to get another one to eat, and she couldn't treat her badly.

So such a night was enough for the family to sit together and have a good chat. It was impossible for Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi to be unhappy when they finally came back.

I also plan to take the family to where to play.

You can go anywhere if you don't need money.

But while he was playing, he needed to worry about the drum music. After finally coming back, he had to go and have a look, and meet the old man face to face to tell him to come back.

So on Saturday, I went there in the evening.

Once it was over, the old gentlemen were very happy.

He was always around backstage, and even if Mr. Li Shusheng, a master of the Bai School, knew that the child was back, he would rarely come to perform.

After the Drum Music Club opened, he said he would only perform there, but he usually not only performs but also educates children, so he can only come to the Drum Music Club to sing from time to time.

You must know that he is 78 years old this year. Among a group of elderly people, he is considered to be among the oldest.

But even so, he is still doing his own thing, which shows that the old man has always exuded the afterglow of drum music.

He came over, along with a bunch of actors.

Qi Yuncheng formally told Lanlan what was going on. In fact, they all knew that Wang Hui had been in the Drum Club recently, so how could he not tell her, but the child said it again.

Three or four old gentlemen sat nearby, all willing to listen to his arrangements again, including the expansion of the drum music club after the Gangsi Festival.

However, to increase the performance time, the old gentleman cannot be idle. They need to recommend some good students.

The Drum Music Club has been around for so long, so there must be many young people who are experienced or familiar and recognized by the audience. It will be easier to arrange future performances if they are recommended.

"Okay, this is the best. If you want to recommend Yuncheng, I will recommend it to you. Some of the kids are really good."

The slightly younger Wen Aiyun spoke immediately. She had been teaching and she knew which ones were good.

For this reason, tonight was another busy night. Qi Yuncheng sat around the old gentleman and kept listening to their stories. From time to time, he would pick up a note and write down their names.

It’s impossible not to write it down. I haven’t been in charge of the drum music club for so long. How can I know which actors are good and which actors need attention?

So listen carefully the whole time.

While he was serious, Wang Hui was in the background and did not participate in the conversation.

Standing silently by the side and looking at the child's appearance, he saw that the corner of her mouth had not moved since just now. Yuncheng had a backbone when he came back to the Drum Club.

Don't look at it, Wang Hui should be the boss of Drum Music Club and the backbone of the place. She is usually busy.

The gentlemen also had a good relationship with her and took care of her in various ways.

Now she takes care of the gentlemen in various ways.

But after all, Yuncheng's age and ability are here, and the old man's preference is getting stronger and stronger.

"Yuncheng, let me peel a piece of fruit for you to eat. Let's talk after a while. There are so many things to talk about."

Suddenly, Mr. Zhang Yali handed over a bare apple with his own hand.

When the apple was handed over, Qi Yuncheng was flattered and quickly stood up, put down his pen and took it, "Thank you very much."

"It's okay." Zhang Yali doesn't care much. In her eyes, there aren't that many things. She treats the child in front of her with the same love as she treats her own grandson.

"In that case, Teacher Aiyun, Lanlan's friend has also made great progress?" Qi Yuncheng asked while holding the apple.

"Yes, Suzhou Pingtan is a feature here, unique. Some audiences like to listen to such elegant things. Not to mention the audience, I also like it."

"If that's the case, we'll invite her and her grandpa to perform together in the future. There needs to be more types of drum music to suit the founding of our drum music club."

"Who said it wasn't."

The words seemed to hit Mr. Zhang Yali’s heart, “I also hope there will be more varieties.”

"Well, I'll contact you then."

While eating, Qi Yuncheng chatted with the old gentleman. The show tonight was still going on, and whoever's turn it was would go on stage.

The old man's performance was loved by young and old men in Tianjin, and many of them cheered.

Especially the older ones, the young people don’t understand their past scenery, they understand, it’s like remembering the feelings from the past.

It's not easy to watch them perform now. You have to know that the old gentlemen backstage had a hard time getting tickets. They couldn't buy tickets even if they wanted to listen, and they had to wait at the door to buy scalper tickets.

Wait for time to pass slowly.

In the end, it was Master Li Shusheng. Qi Yuncheng knew how old he was and wanted to help him, but it turned out that he didn't need it at all. He waved his hand to the child and hurried to the side curtain alone.

When the curtain was called, the steps on stage became more steady.

There is no trace of the fact that he is almost eighty years old.

In particular, his hair is not white at all, like a wig. It is really rare for an 80-year-old person to have hair that is not white at all.

Like Ma Laozu, his hair showed signs of turning gray very early on, and it is estimated that it has almost turned white recently.

"Your master still has the same temper." Wang Hui muttered coldly while standing at the side curtain.

Qi Yuncheng stood aside and looked at his wife curiously, "What's wrong?"

"You look strong, but your legs and feet are still a bit clumsy. I almost tripped when I was walking up the stairs at the Drum Club before, but luckily I was able to hold you up.

You won't be helped when you come back, just show off that you are in good health. "

When the apprentice's secret was exposed by his master, Qi Yuncheng blinked his eyes as he looked at the silhouette of his master performing. He felt very moved in his heart. An old man approaching eighty tried his best to show it to him.

Obviously, his old man also cares about himself and tells him not to worry about the health of old guys like them.

After all, there was a scene where he was sick and Qi Yuncheng acted as a substitute. It is estimated that he has been lingering in his heart since then.

The master's temperament is a little stubborn.

But as soon as the strings sounded, Bai Pai drum music was once again lively displayed on the stage of the Drum Music Club.

It was the last show, and the audience below was in high spirits, and was visibly agitated.This scene made Qi Yuncheng understand that the saying that there is no gentleman in the world who does not support artists is correct.

Without the support and love of the audience, an art cannot survive for long.

Cross talk was like this in the past, drum music is like this now, or there are many drum music that are similar.

I hope Lanlan can be praised. If drum music rises in this era of advanced information, it will at least be the prosperity of an industry.

This is worthy of rebirth for him.

He has lived a new life. He cannot just play with his children and wife. Mainly, his thoughts are also affected by many deceased elders.

With their guidance, it is impossible for his approach and ideas to be incorrect.

Just thinking about it, Qi Yuncheng stood at the side curtain and listened to the master's singing. After singing, regardless of whether he was tired or not, he added an extra seven or eight-minute clip, which the audience enjoyed.

Then the host came on stage to tell everyone that today's program was over, and the audience dispersed in an orderly manner.

The Drum Music Club experiences scenes like this every week, but precisely because of their weekly experience, many people regard this place as a good place for recreation.

"That's almost it. Let's send the gentlemen home." Wang Hui said, and Qi Yuncheng nodded and returned to the backstage.

It was very difficult to go backstage and send my husband home. Everyone wanted to talk more.

As a result, half an hour after the show ended, the backstage was still bustling with almost no one left.

In the end, the delay was too late, and Deyun's personnel were sent back one by one.

After being sent back, Qi Yuncheng also went home to rest, and brought the two little guys to the performance the next day, not letting them get familiar with the atmosphere of the venue, which would be a waste of time.

However, as soon as they arrived, the two little guys just played.

Drum music club is different from cross talk club.

The great men of the crosstalk club, and 80.00% of the girls in the background of the drum club.

Even if there is no performance, they will come to study.

When so many girls see two little ones, why don't they go crazy with Lan Lan?

Even the girl who sang Suzhou Pingtan was among them. Xixi was also curious about why her hair was so long, longer than her sister's.

Even Xixi can't keep up with her in stature.

So she wanted to go over and play with it, braid it or something, but she only knew how to braid it, and soon she had a lot of little braids.

And the older sister is playing.

It was a bit unpleasant to be a younger brother, being surrounded by five or six beautiful sisters asking for help.

Xixi is cute, Jingjing is equally cute, and he is the cutest little boy.

Impossible not to care.

As a result, he was so scared that he had to go back to his father from time to time after going out to play for a while.

Qi Yuncheng shook his head. Sure enough, everything in this world is about appearance. Those little girls love him so much that they can't help but love him.

"Dad, look, Xixi did it."

Suddenly, the little girl in the background shouted, "Let dad see it." Qi Yuncheng looked over and saw that Wu Lijuan had made countless little braids on this good guy.

It’s a mess, nothing good to look at.

"Get it back for sister quickly." Qi Yuncheng said, but Wu Lijuan sat on the stool and smiled awkwardly. Why did the little sister like her hair so much like Lan Lan.

Lan Lan stood beside her and said, "Sister, I didn't finish knitting here. Let's try it again."

"it is good."

Wu Lijuan was about to cry but had no tears. It seemed that she taught her little sister how to braid her hair.

But while I was braiding, a little girl who sang pendants suddenly came over to Xixi who was braiding her hair and asked, "Does my sister eat sweets?"

"eat."

"Sister, do you want to eat fruit? I'll peel it for you."

"eat."

"Sister, I have a pack of cookies here, do you want them?"

"want."

Knowing that she was delicious, several sisters went over to look for Xixi.

Qi Yuncheng was speechless for a while. They were originally allowed to feel the atmosphere of drum music, but now they have found a comfort zone.

The little girl felt so comfortable.

There is something to eat and play.

Regardless of them, there were a group of people watching, and even an old gentleman was there. Qi Yuncheng turned around to get his coat alone.

Today there is his drum performance, a deliberately arranged performance in the third program, not only for the performance, but also to talk more about the scene after Lanlan.

In a few days, ticket sales will begin.

Promote it if you can.

Seeing the master's movement, Zhou Gulan's eyes lit up, and he put down Wu Lijuan's hair and ran towards the master like a dog.

"Master, let me go, don't move, I will dress you."

The young man's hands and feet were not slow. He took the coat and prepared to put it on his master. When he found that it was not the coat he had given him, he was a little curious.

"You wear the one I gave you."

"This is just for normal performances. Wear this piece in a big venue. It is suitable for the big venue."

"Okay." Zhou Gulan agreed, with a bright smile on his face, and then started to help his master put on his coat very skillfully.

"Do you still have your order?"

"What?" Zhou Gulan approached the master's collar and buttoned the button, very puzzled.

"Didn't you tell your junior brother that only you can wear my coat?"

"Ah? You know, right? No, I was joking."

After being caught by the master, the energy that had been so cheerful suddenly slumped, "Don't take it seriously, just say it casually, it doesn't mean anything."

Qi Yuncheng naturally knew, but he still said, "As a senior sister, you have such great authority. After you said this, Xiaoyu will always be thinking about it in the future. I know the character of that child, and I am afraid that I will make a mistake.

This is also the reason why he couldn't open up his own performance style at first. "

After becoming a master, he saw the child's character as if he had awakened a talent, and he could see it at a glance.

"Don't worry, Master, I will take good care of my junior brother and teach him cross talk."

"Let's play for a while." Qi Yuncheng frowned and had nothing to say to her, what nonsense.

Why do my thoughts get so weird every day?

She is a drummer and teaches people how to talk about cross talk?

It’s like a person who has never been in the fields teaches someone who has been doing farm work for decades how to grow crops.

But if you think about it carefully, does this girl look more and more like you?What do you usually learn from yourself?

"What's wrong, Master? Isn't it possible? I don't have this talent?" Zhou Gulan said deliberately.

"You only have the gift of making trouble." (End of Chapter)