Chapter 130 Fuck you, your master is the little black fat man!
“When it comes to this hobby, everyone has it, and there are even people who are better at storytelling than me.
So let’s have some fun today.
But according to the rules, let’s start with the opening poem first!”
Come up and say some nonsense.
After clearing the things on the table, Qi Yuncheng threw out his words in a eloquent tone.
“Abiding by the law will make you sad every day, but a strong beam will sing joyfully every night!
Riding a mule to benefit oneself at the expense of others, being upright and fair and starving!
Building bridges and repairing roads is blind, but there are many murders and arson!
I went to the West and asked my Buddha, and the Buddha said!"
Snap!
Qi Yuncheng took a photo of his breath after a slight break, and spoke again at the same time.
"I can't help it either!!!"
"good--"
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
again.
There was loud applause in the theater, and everyone in Titus was happy. Some even shouted at the top of their lungs.
But to the actor, it feels like it’s fake.
Because it was his first time talking about storytelling, how could he get so many shouts? However, it was clear that everyone was deliberately complimenting him, so his mood was always very high and it was very lively.
It's just that he was busy.
The backstage area wasn't idle either, because people were coming.
It was none other than Guo Degang, Gao Feng and the old man Jin Wensheng, and even Luan Yunping was following them.
As for why Luan Yunping was there, it was mainly because he had tipped off the news, otherwise how would he know when Qi Yuncheng came to power.
And when they all arrived backstage.
Everyone else in the background was shocked. Not to mention Master and Boss Gao, the old man and the others were really invisible.
Because he usually only works in Tianjing.
Moreover, he is eighty years old this year and was born in 1930.
An old man who has lived for almost a century.
So it is really rare to see an elderly gentleman, but besides being skinny, his body is still very strong.
Come here on this cold day.
Just wear a gray down jacket, a thermal jacket and a pair of fleece pants.
There is nothing else added, mainly because he doesn't like it, because he has some performances at his age.
That's inconvenient.
This arrival and passing side curtain.
Jin Wensheng sat on the cup of Taishi held by Guo Degang, and at the same time drank a cup of hot tea handed to him by Gao Feng, mainly to warm his body.
I just sat in the library for a while, and then it got a little windy and cold on the road.
But after Jin Wensheng took it, he asked in authentic Tianjing language, "What do you mean?"
"White tea! I've prepared it for you. It tastes very good."
When he saw this, the old man returned and said, "Why should I drink this? Is it high? Just give me a little drink."
"Then let me go and drink it!" Luan Yunping, who was standing close behind, said a small word, then she took the cup and went down.
As for this high-breaking tea, they are well prepared behind the scenes, because some people really like to drink it, and this is the residue and foam left from the tea leaves, which can be said to be very cheap.
People who drank it in the past were all doing this.
But times have changed, more and more people like to drink it, and it is almost sold out.
It's not easy for them to buy it.
Just as Luan Yunping was walking down, Jin Wensheng turned his attention to Qi Yuncheng on the stage and took a good look at him to see if he could recognize too many Deyun disciples, so he asked.
"Is this the kid?"
"Yes! It's called Qi Yuncheng!"
"Really? This kid looks very similar to me when I was young. He's quite handsome!!"
"Hey, yes!!"
Guo Degang was used to his husband's talking style, so he could only laugh beside him, then raise his head and look at him.
I really don’t know how this kid’s storytelling is doing today.
But with his stage experience, he should be pretty good standing there. I guess as long as he doesn't realize that the old man is here, he won't have too much psychological pressure.
Regarding this, Guo Degang actually had similar feelings.
When he performed in the system, Mr. Hou Yaowen watched him in the audience, and he was also nervous when he performed.
So by not telling it, I was thinking about the child.
And now on the stage.
Qi Yuncheng really didn't know anything about it.
After finishing the opening poem, he put his hands on the table and spoke.
"In order to prepare for today's storytelling, I actually prepared quite a lot, and I even turned down tens of thousands of performances to come here.
"First Evolution"
So it’s not easy.”
"It means~~"
Hearing this, the audience sitting below couldn't help but cheer.
If you can believe it, then there is a real ghost.
Qi Yuncheng smiled nonchalantly, "That's right! I also know that you will definitely be able to make up the money for me.
The show will end later, remember to cooperate actively, we can make more friends.
But let’s talk about it after the show. You guys managed to buy the tickets.
Let’s talk more about books.”
"So when we talk about storytelling today, some people may ask, are you talking about storytelling or stand-up comedy?"
"It's really hard to explain this matter now. What's the problem? In fact, from an artistic point of view, the two are similar in many ways."
"Say it first!"
Qi Yuncheng raised his hand and gestured, "They are all performed by one person, and they all tell stories. There is baggage, plot, laughter, and comments.
How is the difference?
I personally think it depends on the person.
For example, my master Guo Degang talks a lot about cross talk. As long as he speaks alone, even if he talks about storytelling, you will think it is a one-liner.
As for those storytelling masters, if they say something casually, you will think it is storytelling.
So it's really hard to distinguish, and it's quite difficult.
This is different from cross talk, where you can have a partner standing next to you.
I'm alone, I can't talk about myself."
At this point, Qi Yuncheng turned his face and started talking about cross talk, and then spoke.
"Hey, Qi Yuncheng, your master is a fat little black man. Then I have to yell back, screw you, your master is a fat little black man."
Ha ha ha ha!
A moment.
The audience below was almost laughing because of this paragraph.
Anyway, he always scolded his master.
Hearing this, Guo Degang stood at the side curtain and really had nothing to say. This child had just started learning storytelling, but this thing and the sense of stage were really not something just learned.
And old man Jin Wensheng was happy sitting on his chair. How could he, the master, not understand Guo Degang's blackness and fatness?
But after laughing, Qi Yuncheng cleared his throat and said, "No more trouble, no more trouble! Let's start writing the biography of Jigong!"
So is there such a person as Jigong in history?
Actually there is!
He passed away in 1209, and it has been more than 800 years till this year.
This man lived to be sixty-one years old. Of course, it is different from the fairy tales you read!
There is such a monk who is bohemian, but his shabby shoes and hat are all made up by everyone.
True and false, false and true, the good wishes of the crowd were condensed and placed on this person.