Crosstalk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is set up under the stage Chapter 479 North Exhibition Hall! Eighty-six-year-old Jin Wensheng lives!
Chapter 479 North Exhibition Hall! Eighty-six-year-old Jin Wensheng lives!
On stage!
Qi Yuncheng talks about the storytelling of Three Heroes Sword.
But it’s only an hour, and after starting a story and a little bit of plot, the time is almost up.
So I gave a button.
Wake up and take a shot.
The actors bowed and left the stage amidst lively applause.
At this point, Qi Yuncheng, who came to Jin Wensheng's side, was a little excited, because today he was talking about a book he taught him in front of the old man, so he was still very much looking forward to his evaluation.
As for Jin Wensheng, who is sitting in a wheelchair, what else can he say? He is too late to be happy. After all, there are still people talking about the book, which proves that it will not be forgotten for the time being.
Nor does it live up to what he wrote.
It's easy to say that Three Heroes Sword is a traditional story.
Monte Cristo was really something he put a lot of effort into making back then, and it would have been impossible without hard work in those days.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to eat, not to mention that he came to Tianjin by some strange combination of circumstances.
So I asked, "How is Monte Cristo studying?"
"Don't worry, keep studying hard. When I finish talking about the Three Heroic Swords later, I will also talk about that part of the book. Then please come back and listen to what you think."
"Okay, I must listen to it. I won't be able to stop talking until you say it."
This sentence made Qi Yuncheng smile bitterly, but he couldn't talk too much.
After a while, they pushed Jin Wensheng to the backstage to rest.
Drink tea, chat or something.
At the same time, we also bought some hawthorn cakes on the table backstage.
This is the pastry that the old man likes to eat. It has a sweet and sour taste, a fragrant and glutinous texture, and is very suitable for an elderly person like him.
He was not polite, after all, there were no outsiders in the group.
He only needs to be wary of the female host he invited, otherwise his image will be spread out.
And if Qi Yuncheng knew what Mr. Jin was thinking at this moment, he would definitely laugh out loud. The older he gets, the more he looks like a child.
But just after eating a piece, Jin Wensheng had an idea of his own and said, "It's a big deal today, do you have enough time?"
"Enough!"
Guo Degang replied, "This is his special show, he has enough time."
"Okay! I also want to go on stage for the next children's encore! Let's talk about a cross talk with the children. I want to introduce it as my last time on stage.
Don’t talk about going on stage after that, I’m afraid you won’t be able to speak clearly.”
The voice fell.
Guo Degang and Qi Yuncheng looked a little stunned, including Luan Yunping, who was holding tea next to them.
Because it is difficult for the elderly to stand up now, let alone perform.
Is it possible to talk while sitting down?
Seeing their appearance, Jin Wensheng was very unconvinced, "I can still stand up, but my legs and feet are not convenient for walking, and I am not paralyzed."
If you're really paralyzed, why come here? I'll have to stay in bed."
"Dad, don't force yourself."
"Xiaowu, you don't have to speak, I won't listen to you."
Jin Wensheng sat in the wheelchair and waved his hands, looking at Qi Yuncheng, "I listen to the child. If the child asks me to do it, I will do it! If he can't, then I won't do it!"
Swish.
Guo Degang, Luan Yunping, Guo Qiling and all the actors backstage looked at him, and Qi Yuncheng's pressure was doubled, why did it jump to his head.
The key point is that he, a junior, can't come up with any ideas.
Because I really don’t want grandpa to tire himself out from standing. Although he is not paralyzed, his legs and feet are definitely not good. Otherwise, why would he come here in a wheelchair? He just can’t stand for a long time.
But I don’t want grandpa to go. Grandpa’s desire to go up and talk can’t be dispelled, and he is indeed right. Taking the stage this time may very well be the last time he takes the stage in his life.
Qi Yuncheng lowered his head and hesitated unreasonably. It was more difficult than performing a performance. He quickly glanced at the master. The master couldn't make up his mind. His eyes were wandering. It was obvious that he didn't know whether he should let the husband go up.
.
But if you don't let me go up, sir will definitely be unhappy.
"Yuncheng, please pay attention!" Jin Wensheng continued, feeling a bit urging.
Upon hearing this, Qi Yuncheng could only think of one topic to change, "The audience will definitely welcome you to come up and chat."
"Why are you chatting? This isn't a cross talk stage. I'll get up and talk a cross talk with you." Jin Wensheng was very enthusiastic now, otherwise he wouldn't have asked for it.
At the same time, having spoken about storytelling all his life doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know how to do cross talk. It’s just that because of his accent, he feels that it’s a bit bad to do cross talk.
But I am interested today, so I want to try it.
I hesitated for another five or six seconds.
Qi Yuncheng glanced at his master, then turned to his grandfather and asked softly, "Grandpa, let's go up and have a talk?"
"Okay! The child still loves me!" Jin Wensheng was instantly happy and praised, "Jie is my child! What do you think, Xiaowu?"
The corner of Guo Degang's mouth twitched. What other ideas could he have? He must agree, otherwise he would be too ignorant.
But you still have to tell me.
"Yuncheng, please pay more attention to yourself."
"Master, don't worry." Qi Yuncheng nodded, knowing that he couldn't let his grandfather stand for too long, otherwise he would definitely get back pain.
Just as he was agreeing, Jin Wensheng spoke again, "I told you not to listen to your master, forget it, let's fight! What do you want to say?"
"I want to think about it!"
"Don't be in a hurry, think slowly, I will listen to you."
Jin Wensheng was very comfortable in the wheelchair and was really not in a hurry. Anyway, he let the child make the decision. At the same time, he thought about when he had talked about cross talk before.
I'm afraid it was when Guo De became popular, he went on the show and chatted with each other.
Fast forward now, no more, no less, exactly ten years.
Just like that, it was confirmed that Jin Wensheng would return to the stage to measure one.
However, the return performance in the fourth game was not confirmed, but was arranged to be the last return performance.
At that time, I had the most time, and if necessary, the entire curtain call could be given to my husband.
But how could I let my husband talk for so long? Just make him happy.
So half an hour later
Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping were about to take the stage and prepare to say their first stand-up comedy today.
"So what do you and the old man want to say?" Luan Yunping couldn't help but wonder.
Qi Yuncheng shook his head, "I don't have any clue. Let's talk about a short paragraph! It's best to have something to do with Allegro. Grandpa Jin knows a lot.
Crosstalk, Allegro, Storytelling, Kuaishu four newspapers!
Especially Allegro, he had a very good relationship with Mr. Wang Fengshan."
"I just happened to bring the Allegro when I came over from the small theater, so I can use it."
Two people were talking in the background.
Suddenly the host's announcement voice appeared.
"Next, please enjoy the cross talk "Learning Radio"! The performers are Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping!"
Program report.
The North Exhibition Hall of more than 2,000 people once again burst into applause.
Even though it is a big venue.
But for Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping, they have long been used to it, and it's almost like going home, because apart from the small theater, this is where they perform the most.
In other words, as long as they are willing, it doesn't matter if Beizhan performs one show a week.
Because Qi Yuncheng's current popularity does qualify him for this.
And time passed by minute by second.
After finishing talking about the radio station, the two of them started to perform encore.
As soon as the encore was over, Qi Yuncheng went down to interact with his husband.
By the way, I will go on stage again for a performance after a while.
After performing the legwork Yellow Crane Tower, Qi Yuncheng took a deep breath amidst the lively applause, and finally reached this point.
So he spoke slowly.
"Today all the performances are almost finished, but it does not mean the end. Today Jin Wensheng
My husband also came to the Beizhan Theater. He is 86 years old and it is very difficult to come.
Let’s invite the old gentleman out with applause.”
"good!
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
The applause burst out again.
At the same time, the audience sat below and talked a lot.
"Good guy Mr. Jin is here?"
"The last time I listened to his books was at Deyun Library in 2008. Since then, he has not been seen much. I heard he was recuperating from illness, and now he actually appeared at Qi Yuncheng's special performance."
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"At such an old age, I wonder how my body is doing!"
…
Jin Wensheng has been a storyteller in Tianjin almost all his life. Logically speaking, he will only be somewhat famous in Tianjin, but because Guo Degang became popular, his master Jin Wensheng became well-known.
But when they were talking about whether their husband was in good health or not.
Many people felt lost.
Because the old man came out in a wheelchair and was pushed by Qi Yuncheng, it could be seen that his physical condition may not be very good.
It makes sense when you think about it, he is over eighty, a very old age.
It is very rare to be able to appear on stage.
As Guo Degang said in a cross talk, one day I will be over eighty, and it will not be easy for the audience to forgive me even if I walk on the stage for half an hour.
But the next scene made the audience's mood change again, and their eyes were more focused on Mr. Jin. They thought that Jin Wensheng might be chatting with them when he was pushed down near the microphone.
Who would have thought that the next second, with the support of Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping, he would stand up behind the table. Although he still had to rely on his hands for support, he was indeed standing well.
There was no round of applause for this.
See this scene.
Guo Degang felt uncomfortable standing in the side curtain, because looking from behind, he felt very reluctant to stand up.
"Thank you everyone! I'm just happy to see so many people here without saying anything."
Under the gaze of more than two thousand people, Jin Wensheng put his hands on the table and spoke with a smile, but his accent was still Tianjin mixed with Shandong.
No way, he doesn't like to speak Mandarin.
Qi Yuncheng stood in a teasing position and quickly introduced, "My master! Mr. Jin Wensheng! The reason why I want to talk about storytelling at the beginning today is because my grandfather is here and I want him to see what I, a junior, say.
Grandpa, what do you think?"
"Wow! No one is as nice as you say." Jin Wen praised the child without leaving any room for error.
There is a state in which he dares to say this even if there are a bunch of old gentlemen on the stage.
Who doesn’t love your own children?
Qi Yuncheng felt a wave of warmth running through his heart, and kept smiling and nodding, "My grandpa said this, and I feel confident. But I just talked about storytelling, can you always tell me a cross talk?"
"No problem, you have to take me with you when we talk about cross talk. I won't talk for a long time."
"It doesn't exist, you are an old-timer."
For a moment, it felt like the grandfather and grandson were about to start performing. During this process, Luan Yunping was still beside them, but she was slightly farther away.
What I was afraid of was that Mr. Leng Buding couldn't stand, and the two of them could quickly go over and help him.
This is also Guo Degang’s explanation.
"But today we, grandfather and grandson, are not going to talk about cross talk, but let's talk about the Allegro's book! We all know that you can tell stories, and you can also sing the Allegro's book very well.
But some people who don’t understand may think that Allegro and Allegro are the same, but there are actually very obvious differences.”
The white-headed Jin Wensheng looked at the child and continued to talk in his own unique accent, "What's the difference?"
"Allegro does not tell stories and has no characters. Allegro books tell stories and portray characters!"
Jin Wensheng: "Not bad!"
"These two
The noun was created after liberation!"
"Who researched it?"
"Who researched it?" Looking at his grandfather Qi Yuncheng, he said it again, and then replied, "Mr. Wang Fengshan proposed the term Allegro! Mr. Li Runjie defined the form of Allegro."
"Not bad! Not bad at all." Jin Wensheng nodded repeatedly. Wang Fengshan and he were old friends, and later they became masters and apprentices by chance. Even though they became masters and apprentices, the relationship between the two was still friends. You have to remember that they helped each other in the beginning.
Came here.
"Before liberation, these two terms did not exist, and they were collectively called Shulaibao."
"What does Shulaibao do?"
"Walking through the streets and alleys to beg for food."
"You're begging for food?" Jin Wensheng held the table and looked confused, "Can't you just ask the uncle and aunt to give you some? You can still count the treasures, go ahead and take them!"
Ha ha ha ha!
The old man's words were full of seriousness from the moment he came out. The audience was very happy to hear it in their seats, but the voice was much quieter than usual when talking about cross talk.
Because Jin Wensheng's breath was obviously not as strong as before, and it was like this even as he got older.
Qi Yuncheng shook his head, "It's not that simple. I'll give you money as soon as you call me. I call you uncle, will you give me money?"
"Isn't that a bad senior?"
"Let's just say it's not that easy, but once you count the treasures, people will give you money."
Jin Wensheng looked from the child to the audience, and said in a very skeptical tone, "That's not necessarily the case!"
"Not necessarily? They won't leave until we give it to them!"
"If you don't want to leave, then you can just sing."
"Let's sing all day long."
"I won't sing for a whole day." Jin Wensheng said with determination.
"Sing for a year?"
"I won't pay for singing for a year."
"Even if you die or make a comeback, you still have to pay me."
Jin Wensheng sneered, "I won't give you any money even if you die, even if I wake up slowly! You meet those shopkeepers, but if you meet me, honey, I won't give you any money. I have a nickname!"
"What nickname?"
"Qian Xi!"
"What did Qian Xiu say?" Qi Yuncheng was puzzled.
"As soon as the money reaches my waist, it becomes rusty."
"Oh!" Qi Yuncheng understood, "You can't take it away if it's rusty? Then you don't know my nickname."
"What's it called?"
"Iron brush!"
"Okay! What's it for?"
"Specially designed to brush your money!"
The grandfather and grandson were quarreling with each other. Qi Yuncheng looked at his grandfather and said, "Don't get angry, let's have a show. I'll sing about counting the treasures."
"I'm the shopkeeper? So the insurance is on me or I'll take away a penny."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Jin Wensheng shook his head habitually, "I'm absolutely sure."