Crosstalk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is set up under the stage Chapter 310 How can such a big girlfriend lie in front of her, how can she be reserved!
Chapter 310 How can such a big girlfriend lie in front of her, how can she be reserved!
Seeing his girlfriend's expression and uneasiness, Qi Yuncheng hurriedly took the coat from her hand and spoke.
"I know Deyun has many rules and elders, which can easily embarrass you, but these old gentlemen are very nice.
Especially the young master, you will understand him once you have seen him, and you will never have a straight face.
Unless I meet some colleagues, I feel like I can’t support my peers with mud.”
"Oh? Does this old gentleman have any stories? I want to hear them. What do you know?"
Many times, Song Yi completely regarded her boyfriend as a story bank, because he knew so much, everything before and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, as if he knew everything.
So he looked full of expectation.
But she didn't know how Qi Yuncheng's stories could come out of thin air. It was not just talking to the old gentleman in daily life. They mentioned it and gained some experience.
For example, when he went to Tianjing this time, he also learned some interesting stories through Mr. Young Master and Mr. Jin.
"What do you want to know?"
"Let's talk about Mr. Ma, happy stop. I have seen the walnut cake that Mr. Ma mentioned, and finally made it out of glutinous rice sticks."
"Okay, let me think about it."
Qi Yuncheng looked at his girlfriend and smiled.
Young Master's cross talk is very classic. Not to mention traditional jokes like "The Bodyguard", his "Walnut Crispy" and "Dispute" are very life-oriented cross talk, not to mention extremely classic.
So it can be seen that Young Master is a talented artist who values both art and talent, but he also has shortcomings. His personality is too straightforward and he easily offends people.
For example, when I first fell in love with Guo Degang, I bluntly said that most of the people in the Tianjing Folk Art Troupe were not as good as him, and that the performance of the entire Tianjing Folk Art Troupe was not as good as Guo Degang's.
Even though he didn't talk much, his words were precious. How could those people want to listen to them?
But even so, he is still one of the top masters in the cross talk world, and no one can shake his status. This is not only because he is the son of the famous cross talk master Ma Mikasa, but also because of his own strength.
So my girlfriend wants to listen and plan to talk about it after thinking about it briefly.
Because I admire the young master from the bottom of my heart.
It’s not just him, it’s the same with Master. The early cross talk of Master is extremely related to Ma’s cross talk.
Just looking at it again, I found that Song Yi had poured water for himself, holding the cake, chewing and looking at it.
The preparation work was very complete.
"It's so delicious. There are so many fillings here! There are date paste and hawthorn ones, and there's also this old brand of pastry. It's a local brand as expected."
"Isn't this all nonsense? Do you listen to it?"
"Listen! Listen!"
After swallowing a gulp, Song Yi stood up and patted the chair where he had been sitting, "Sit down!!"
"Wouldn't it be better if I just sit here?"
"You don't have a backrest, so it's uncomfortable to sit on."
"And you?"
"Don't worry about me, you sit down first." Song Yi took the cake and walked aside first.
Qi Yuncheng didn't think much and sat on the chair before her, but not even half a second after sitting down, Song Yi took a step forward, turned around, and sat down on Qi Yuncheng's lap without any hesitation.
Feeling the weight of Song Yi's body, it was not heavy, but very light, but when she leaned her whole body against her chest, she was speechless.
"Are you using me as a cushion? It's quite comfortable, isn't it?"
Song Yi had been planning this since her boyfriend came in, so when she felt the human flesh cushion, she could no longer hold back the reserved smile on her face.
If there wasn't something to eat in his mouth, he would have laughed so hard.
"Go on, I'll listen. Sit down and don't tilt your head. I'm going to reach over to get the food."
Looking at his girlfriend's snuggling appearance, Qi Yuncheng couldn't refuse her in his heart, just because she was eating and the smell of cakes lingered in his mouth.
"Don't get the crumbs off, there are still oily ones, don't rub them."
"What are you talking about? Don't treat me like a three-year-old child."
Shaking his head and holding Song Yi in his arms, Qi Yuncheng actually talked to her about some things, just treating it as small talk, otherwise he would not be able to leave if he was pressed by her.
So he said nothing.
Young Ma and Mr. Ma went to the countryside and had nothing to eat. They stole radishes from fellow villagers. They had no choice but to steal. They were so hungry that they were almost discovered in the cellar.
If he was found out and beaten severely, he would be arrested and then criticized again.
Fortunately, Young Master's spirit escaped.
After talking about Mr. Young Master, Qi Yuncheng also mentioned Mr. Jin, and Mr. Jin's life became even richer.
Gangs, wars, imprisonment, fame, and displacement, there is nothing I have not experienced.
It's more exciting than storytelling.
Not to mention that he was originally from a wealthy family and was born with a honey pot, so his life was full of contrasts.
The story is unbelievably strong.
He listened to it with great interest at the time, and so does his girlfriend now.
I don’t want to miss it while eating.
But it was already late when he came back. It was after eight o'clock. After chatting for a while, it was already after nine o'clock.
In addition, Song Yi ate a lot today and sat comfortably on his body, so sleepiness came quietly.
"Why don't you go to bed first?"
Song Yi didn't want to say anything at this moment. After wiping her mouth, she hooked her arms around Qi Yuncheng's neck and lay on her side in her arms. She kept her eyes closed and struggled not to fall asleep.
"I'm sleeping, why don't you just leave? Why don't I just sleep here?"
Song Yi deliberately rubbed her cheek against her boyfriend's chest, looking for a sense of stability like a cat.
After you find it, start to close your eyes peacefully.
But if she wants to close her eyes, that's okay. If she does this all night, she will have to be pressed down on the bed, even though the one holding her down is her girlfriend.
"Go to the bedroom and sleep."
Suddenly, Qi Yunchu stretched his legs, stretched his arms, and changed from sitting to standing, and the princess hugged Song Yi.
The moment he stood up, Song Yi felt slightly uneasy. This was the conditioned reflex of an animal after being suspended in the air, and it was difficult to restrain it.
But this feeling instantly dissipated between Song Yi's brows, because it was Qi Yuncheng who was holding him.
Very reassuring.
A few steps!
Qi Yuncheng carried his girlfriend to the bedroom and put her on the bed.
Seeing his girlfriend lying on the bed with her eyes closed, he looked in his heart and said it was impossible not to be restless. Song Yi was very good-looking and had a good figure.
Now it's spread out in front of you.
After watching it for too long, no one can hold back.
But he knew that she was still awake with her eyes closed.
But no one can guarantee why Song Yi doesn't expect her boyfriend to do something in her heart.
However, Qi Yuncheng was not a gangster and would not bully his girlfriend desperately, so he walked out quietly and packed up her food.
There was a lot to eat.
There were still some cooked eggs, but they were already cold. As for the pastries, the first box was gone, but the second box showed signs of being opened.
But there was one inside that I took one bite and put it down, as if I was getting sleepy and forgot to eat.
Seeing this, Qi Yuncheng was a little surprised. Song Yi usually wouldn't be like this. Even if he was full, he would finish this one first as long as he moved his mouth.
I guess I was tired from rehearsing at Renyi.
However, it is not easy to store this kind of bitten food until the next day, so you might as well pick it up and deal with it yourself first.
After solving the problem, help her tidy up the living room.
There was nothing to clean up, just egg shells and some garbage.
Then he turned off the lights in the living room and bedroom, walked to the bedroom door, and looked at his girlfriend lying on the bed in the dark. Qi Yuncheng couldn't help but go there.
"I'm leaving. Keep the pastry for yourself. It won't last long. Of course, I trust your appetite. It will probably be gone tomorrow night.
That's it, I'm leaving."
"..."
In the dark bedroom, time passed slowly for two or three seconds, and Song Yi didn't have any answer.
Qi Yuncheng shook his head and turned around to go out.
But after a while, Song Yi was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and there was a lingering sound, "Kiss me one last time. After you kiss me, I will let you go."
It was not an excessive request. Qi Yuncheng turned around and came to his girlfriend's bed again, bending down to touch her cheek lightly.
But he didn't expect that at the moment when he was about to arrive, Song Yi's head turned slightly, and the cheek he wanted to kiss instantly turned into soft lips.
Then there was a nice laugh.
"Hahaha! Be careful on the road! I know your performance will not waste your time tomorrow, but it won't necessarily happen next time.
No matter what, I have to keep you here and sleep with me."
Song Yi spoke again in the darkness, even though Qi Yuncheng couldn't see her specific expression clearly, it must have been a weird smile.
At this moment, he also understood what Mr. Jin said, yes, girls know everything, just don't think of them too simply.
"Well! I'm really gone!"
With a simple promise, Qi Yuncheng left his girlfriend's house with the dark purple coat.
At the same time, we ran towards Deyun Small Theater.
It's actually quite early now, and some performances in Deyun Small Theater haven't ended yet, so I have time to go and have a look.
The other thing is to find Luan Yunping.
The job he and Luan Yunping received at the Mr. Zhang memorial event was not simple. It was exactly the gambling theory that Master and Mr. Zhang had talked about.
Now let them tell the story secondhand.
It's difficult. There is also a large line that imitates a character, which needs to be mastered carefully.
Who said that during that period, what Master was selling was Kung Fu.
In addition, in order to commemorate the old man, the two of them tried to imitate the feeling of the master and the old man when they talked about this, which was not easy.
Because we need to capture the characteristics.
Therefore, the two of them need to be really right about this cross talk, and they don’t dare to be a little sloppy.
At the same time, Deyun has already been promoting the National Day special event.
Logically speaking.
On National Day.
Master and apprentice have special performances in different cities.
But because of the young master, Guo Degang and his senior brother moved up the venue so that they could be there when their children performed.
Young Master is coming, they have to come and see his old man no matter what.
So at various adjustment times.
that's all.
After Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping finished their duel in the evening, they arrived at the matinee the next day.
The occasion to commemorate the old man lasted a whole day.
There will be both matinee and evening performances.
That's why.
At noon, many old spectators spontaneously went to buy flowers and carry banners.
No matter what happens, Mr. Zhang Wenshun is an indelible memory in their hearts. They particularly liked the old man who was a bad boy.
It's a pity that things change and people change.
The old man passed away in 2009, and in the blink of an eye it has been more than two years. In these two years, too many things have happened.
There are bad ones.
There are good ones too.
The good thing is that Mr. Zhang's favorite child, Qi Yuncheng, is now quite popular.
"Brother Qian'er, do you think it would be great if the old man saw Yuncheng's special performance? Not to mention the National Day special performance with Young Master.
What a gratifying thing. I have to talk to the young master. The old man probably never thought that such a thing would happen in his life.
How happy do you think he must be?"
Deyun Overpass Matinee.
Guo Degang sat backstage and sighed to Yu Qian. The children did not understand his inner feelings, but Yu Qian understood them very well.
Mr. Zhang knew Yuncheng's talent from the beginning, but he couldn't praise him when he was a teenager. Even if he praised him, most people would call him a prodigy and he was awesome.
But who among the child prodigies in the world became famous?
There are so few, and I am afraid that I will become Zhongyong who hurts Zhongyong.
Therefore, Mr. Zhang felt that he would have to suppress it for a while, not to mention suppressing it. He just wanted to learn a little more while he was still young. The time was almost here, and then he would support him again. However, he did not see his child well until his death.
This is really a pity.
The key point is that the old man left too suddenly. Even if he persists for another year, he might be able to see what happened to the child.
So when Guo Degang thought about it, his eyes were full of regret and some unbearable emotions.
"Sometimes people are like this in life, but when the old man left, he was very happy to see this group of children.
As for regret or not, it’s not what you think in your heart.”
Yu Qian is considered a person with a good mentality, so he is not as sensitive as Guo Degang, otherwise he would not be a person like him if he thought about the worst.
"Why!!"
Guo De just remembered the dream he had before. He didn't know whether he was thinking about it day by day or dreaming about it at night, or whether the old man really entrusted him with the dream.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t have planned a special commemorative event in September during the Gangsi Festival.
Nothing else, I really miss him.
"Master, the luncheon is already full, and the audience came in with many banners. Do you want to help hang them up?"
While they were talking, Qi Yuncheng slipped out and came to the backstage and quickly asked the master.
Guo Degang didn't speak, and Yu Qian helped him speak, "See if it's suitable. If so, hang it up."
It’s a lively picture.”
"Hey, good!!"
While talking, Qi Yuncheng came out again.
There are still many actors performing today.
Kong Yunlong, Yue Yunpeng, Qi Yuncheng, Xiao Zhuan'er, Shaobing, Luan Yuping and a large number of Yunzike are all here.
But they are all busy at the moment.
As long as Guo Degang and Yu Qian participate in the performance, it is impossible for the small theater to have less than 600 people.
Not to mention Mr. Zhang’s special commemorative performance, those old audiences would be furious if they didn’t come in to see it.
So this time, they still did not limit the number of spectators.
Soon.
After the packed audience took their seats.
Mr. Zhang Wenshun’s commemorative concert has begun.
At the beginning, whether it was Xiao Braid, Shaobing, Yue Yunpeng or Kong Yunlong, they all prepared the jokes that Mr. Zhang had said to his master.
At the same time, Guo Degang and Yu Qian took over the performance.
After all, they are the protagonists.
Because of this, today’s program has reached eight.
Quite a few.
In addition to various encores, the scheduled time is that the performance can last until after five o'clock.
Just like this, one show after another was performed.
After the performances by the brothers, master and uncle in front.
Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping finally got their chance to play.
They had been watching the side curtain for a long time.
All the bustle of today's luncheon can be seen at a glance.
Let’s not talk about the audience who came.
The flowers they sent and the banners written in memory of Mr. Zhang Wenshun were hung everywhere in the theater, and many of them even held them themselves.
Expressed my love for the old gentleman.
"Then please enjoy the cross talk "Gambling Theory"! The performers are Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping!!!"
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
Deyun Tianqiao Theater.
Bursting applause.
Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping stepped onto this small but very familiar stage.
At the same time, I saw a lot of old men below, and I didn't know how happy I was.
Because with the development of information, his appearance has become more and more popular among some women, and he cannot avoid it at all.
As for why I am happy to see such big men, it is not because I am discriminating against women. It is mainly because there are faces I am familiar with among these big men.
They are all supportive along the way.
"Today is the commemorative performance of Mr. Zhang Wenshun! He passed away in 2009. When he was still alive, I remember that my master liked to imitate his crooked shoulders.
If he learns it, can he still learn it as a disciple?
So the backstage quickly followed.
It was fine backstage, but as soon as I went out, others saw me and thought, "Wow, how can a gangster be so violent?"
Especially the older one, he is the most powerful, don’t mess with him, stay away!!”
Hahaha!
When Mr. Zhang Wenshun's shoulders were mentioned, the audience burst into laughter.
And Guo Degang and Yu Qian were listening happily at the side curtain. This was true, because they were just children at that time.
When a child sees the old man’s shoulders like this, do you think he can’t learn from it?
But it's not a bad idea, it's just fun. Zhang Wenshun doesn't care. He just said a few words that it's not good to learn this, otherwise you won't be able to change it after you get used to it.
However, Qi Yuncheng still explained more, "There is indeed something wrong with the old man's shoulder. He is not in good health. The surgery was bad and he has become mildly disabled.
But don’t look at it like this, the old man has a wide range of hobbies, especially playing cards.”
"It's just my hobby." Luan Yunping said sideways.
Qi Yuncheng suddenly waved his hand, "It's not gambling, it's just for fun. I don't want to go out and gamble with the neighbors in front of my house.
Grandma Zhang, Grandma Li, Grandma Wang, Grandma Zhao, Aunt Sun, Third Sister, and Fourth Aunt."
"Mr. Zhang, it's Women's Day, right? Why are these all women?"
"Okay, this deserves praise."
"How to praise?"
"Share the country's worries and solve the employment problem of middle-aged and elderly women."
"If you win Mr. Zhang's money in love, does this count as making up for the difference?"
"In short, whether it's poker, mahjong, or Pai Gow, it is a tool of entertainment in itself. Never gamble, as the old saying goes."
"How to say?"
Qi Yuncheng suddenly raised his voice, with a hint of warning, "If you bet for a long time, there will be no winner."
"That's true."
"But some people point to it and eat it."
"Yo!" Luan Yunping was suddenly surprised and tried to imitate Mr. Zhang's original tone, "Is there anyone else like this?"
"What is this called?"
"What's this called?"
"A money thief."
"Gambler."
"I don't go to work, I make gambling my business."
"Look!" Luan Yunping spread her hands and answered quickly.
"Scan everywhere to see if there is any card game, and then go play. He is different from others when he comes in, so you have to investigate first." Qi Yuncheng looked left and right, looking a bit like a thief.
"Which is the main entrance, which is the side door, which is the back window, which is the kitchen, what street or alley is out of this door, how can I go home?"
Luan Yunping stretched out her hand and asked curiously: "What is this for?"
"He's useful! We've already stepped on the road. Let's do this, bang on the door, and the relevant departments will take advantage of it."
"right."
"He was the first to stand up."
"How about it?"
Qi Yuncheng pointed upward and said, "Bang! He turned off the light, put the money on the table in his arms, opened the back window, flipped it over and went home."
"This is roll stew."
"Well, this is called a money thief. There is also that stupid person."
"What does a fool look like?"
"We are backstage." Qi Yuncheng pointed to the back again, "There is an actor named Yue Yunpeng, and his uncle is also enthusiastic and fun.
Wherever you go to play cards, it's easy to spread the word.
But everyone who plays cards sits outside.
He can't."
"What about him?"
When asked, Qi Yuncheng played the role and said happily, "I have to sit on the kang. Oh my, where can I put these big leather shoes?"
"Newly bought." Luan Yunping kept praising it throughout the whole process. The words that the old man praised before his death were a bit broken, but it was fun.
Qi Yuncheng: "These shoes are one hundred and one. They are very valuable. Don't let me step on them. Put them on the table?"
Luan Yunping: "There is no such rule."
Qi Yuncheng: "Yes! Oh, I have it. You can put it in the cabinet for me. If you are tired, you can lock it and put the key in your pocket. Thank you."
Luan Yunping: "The shoes are safe now."
Qi Yuncheng: "Let's play."
Luan Yunping: "Play."
Qi Yuncheng: "After playing for a while, I banged the door and the relevant departments came in, and everyone ran away."
Luan Yunping: "They all ran away."
Qi Yuncheng: "Uncle Yue Yunpeng is the only one sitting on the kang."
Luan Yunping: "Where is he?"
Qi Yuncheng: "People from relevant departments are still asking, where have all the people gone?
All gone.
And you?
I'll go with you.
Then go.
I can't walk, my shoes are locked in the cabinet."
"Haha!!" Luan Yunping suddenly became happy after hearing this, "How stupid."
"I guess I may have inherited it from Yue Yunpeng."
"These are not even close to each other."
"And when playing cards, you are most sensitive to human nature."
"Oh, can you see the humanity?"
Qi Yuncheng nodded, frowning slightly, "The humanity of a dozen poker players has come out. If you sit here, if you win..."
"How about winning the card?"
"There really is such a master. He shakes his head, his eyebrows are dancing, and he is happy wherever he looks."
"Then you learn this."
"Oh!!!"
Qi Yuncheng sighed, looked down, and happily placed the cards on the table with both hands, "As soon as the cards stand up, that's fine. There are no teapots or teacups."
"What's wrong?" Luan Yunping also lowered her head and looked at the appearance of his cards.
"Carp and kidnappers are all in trouble."
"Look, I'm so happy."
"There is also mahjong, and there are enough tricks. If you eat or touch it, you will be fooled. Speaking of which, today is a good day!" Qi Yuncheng continued to look at his cards, and at the same time glanced up, "Some days are not so good.
Damn it."
"What day?"
"The wind is not too strong. If it rains a little, you can hear the hail falling."
“Is this a nice day??”
Talk and tease.
The faces of the old and young men below were all smiling.
They have listened to this cross talk countless times, mainly from Guo Degang and Mr. Zhang, so they are talking about it now as children.
The elderly viewers feel good from the bottom of their hearts.