Chapter 117 Ask Master Hou to draw a license plate!
"Parts? Are they all scattered? How to do this?"
Luan Yunping looked at the things on the ground, with an expression on her face that seemed completely confused as to how her partner was going to operate.
Qi Yuncheng didn't care, and tinkered with his hands together, "It's okay, just save them together!"
"Save now?"
"Screw it on, some take the screws, some take the wire, and some take the shoelaces." Qi Yuncheng said, twisting it in his hand, and then tied a bow with his orchid fingers.
It was this action that made the audience laugh.
This is not something too important, but it can be regarded as a physical point of laughter, just look at Coke.
However, Luan Yunping stood by and questioned, "Can this be strong?"
"Almost! Almost! After finishing the fight, leave it here. An actor from Deyun asked Shaobing to come over and rush to the door, oh my god, Transformers!"
small book booth
"What kind of look is that?"
"Yeah, look, this is a motorcycle!
After saying that, he was also happy, hehe, your introduction looks really similar!"
"Well, I don't even know what it is if I don't tell you."
"Great, I'm done with it."
"But what kind of cars are these?" Luan Yunping asked in a somewhat disgusted tone.
But the next second, Qi Yunzheng became confused, "According to legend, motorcycles also have to have a brand, right?"
"No car must have a license plate."
"I'll go find them. Police uncle, please give me a sign.
When people heard it, they were very happy and said that they couldn’t do it.”
"how?"
"It's fine if I kill you. If your car breaks up, it will easily hurt the people."
"When your car hits, parts will fly out!!"
"oops!"
Qi Yuncheng clasped his hands behind his back and was in a dilemma. After looking around and seeing that there was nothing he could do, he complained, "This is bullying."
"This isn't bullying. Your car was shattered, you know?"
"There is no brand..."
After chanting a sentence, Qi Yuncheng was seriously thinking of a solution on the stage. After thinking for a while, his eyes became clear and he patted his partner on the arm, "Hey, how about I find someone to draw one?"
"Draw a fake sign?"
"We have friends!!"
"Who did this to you?"
Before even mentioning the name, Qi Yuncheng almost couldn't help but smile, and then said, "There is a person named Hou Zhen! You all know it!!"
"Know!!!"
In the theater with thousands of people, these two words were shouted out in unison. The scene was very lively, and many people started to laugh before they even lost their baggage.
Even Song Yi, who was in the audience, had naturally seen the part where he talked about Hou Zhen Cashew Chicken.
She was really amused at that time.
So the memory is still fresh.
Not to mention the rest of the audience, almost all of them don’t know. Of course, there are still children who don’t know. They sit there and don’t know why they are doing this.
Hear their voices.
Qi Yuncheng felt comfortable, then lowered his voice and imitated the Hou Ye, "I ordered a cashew chicken today. I love cashew chicken, but the chicken inside is not chicken. It looks like diced meat."
Is it true for you to say this? Is it true?"
"Oops!" Upon hearing this, Luan Yunping was so frightened that she quickly hid and complained subconsciously, "I heard you finish this paragraph the other day.
When I go home and go to bed, I feel like my whole bed is covered with cashew chicken!”
"You're doing pretty well. I'll be a Marquis under the covers when I get home!"
"Hooh!"
Hahahahaha!
On the stage, the two people got into a fight, and when the audience imagined the scene, they burst out laughing.
The audience, who had a low point of laughter, burst into tears of joy.
Because the burden of cross talk is never the actor's lines, but the ability to imagine the scene through the actor's words.
So the whole theater suddenly became noisy again.
"Good fellow, the Marquis who is under the covers must be crazy!"
"Young Master, who is just in bed, can you tell me how to die."
"But it would be great if Mr. Hou was here. I have to let him have some cashew chicken!"
"Yes, I guess it's really fun!"
…
Pieces of movement.
The two actors on the stage were helpless and could only wait for them to finish laughing.
But that word just now is really not the right word. You can tell it just by listening to the words.
Sometimes actors are like this. After feeling the atmosphere on stage, their performance will definitely be better than off stage.
The effect is even much better.
However, the entire National Palace Theater did not last long.
"Why don't you mention it like that? It's so awkward!"
"Here's the identity!"
"That's true."
"The eldest son of the Hou family, the eldest grandson, is the only descendant of the Hou family who speaks cross talk. As you all know about him, he is good at painting.
The painting is so good, so there must be no problem."
"How can this painting be done?" Luan Yunping has been worried about this.
"Whatever, I went to find Mr. Hou. I said Mr. Hou, please help me!"
"What did he say?"
Qi Yuncheng turned to one side and played the character, "Does it look like that? Does it look like that?"
"I knew it was this."
"Master Hou, if you are bothered to draw one, just think of it for fun.
Mr. Hou thought about it and decided to just draw it.
Then he drew a brand for me, and then drew a driver's license."
After being slightly startled, Luan Yunping opened her palms and gestured, and asked again, "You don't have a driver's license either?"
"Yes! Putting these two together cost me two hundred yuan."
"Quite cheap?"
“Is it still cheap?”
Qi Yuncheng gritted his teeth and felt distressed, "This is more expensive than buying a car for me."
"Your car is less than 200?"
"Eighty cents a pound, it cost me 140 yuan."
Luan Yunping shook her head and rested her hands on the table, "This car is collected as scrap metal!"
"After I finished the painting, I didn't expect that I succeeded. I drove down the street!"
After saying this, Qi Yuncheng raised his hands behind the microphone to hold the front of the car, then raised his right foot and started to step on the engine with concentration.
"puff!"
"Not stepped on!"
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff-"
"Huo oh, your car is pulling!"
Ha ha ha ha!
Meaning~~
The audience burst into laughter and then burst into boos.
Qi Yuncheng stopped what he was studying and pointed at Luan Yunping, "I hate you!"
"No, there's no movement at all, and you're still fussing. You have a bad stomach, right?"
"My car burns soybean oil."
"Never heard of it."
"Puff~puff~"
Qi Yuncheng suddenly became happy as he stepped on the fire again, "Success!!"
"That's right!" Luan Yunping nodded expressionlessly, "I feel happy now."
"Drive my big motorcycle into the streets!"
"You really dare to go out?"
"Idle people, get out of the way." Qi Yuncheng ignored it and turned the front of the car and shouted again, "It's dark, please close your eyes~~"
"Okay, the killer is out!!!" This chapter has been completed!