Crosstalk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is set up under the stage Chapter 546 Okay, my hair is all gray, and the result is less than three
Chapter 546 Okay, my hair is all gray, and the result is less than three
Chapter 546 Well, my hair is all white, but I’m still less than thirty years old?
Author: Yexingmao
Chapter 546 Well, my hair is all white, but I’m still less than thirty years old?
"The love is as deep as the spring light. The old commander left home and returns today~~
The loving mother lives in Sichuan and Jianghan, and the general fights in the artillery pile~~
One is Wind Sword and Snow Sword Wuwei~~
One is an iron horse who never frowns~~"
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Tianjin Auditorium.
Under the watchful eyes of two thousand people.
The young Qi Yuncheng began to give his accent and sang "Chen Yi Visits His Mother" by Jingyun Dagu!
Jingyun Dagu is a niche art. Without a certain understanding and knowledge, you may not understand what is being sung, but the audience will definitely know who Chen Yi is.
So the lyrics don't feel awkward or difficult to understand.
But with so many people watching and listening, and it lasted for more than 20 minutes, if I didn't have the ability, it would be impossible to sing it in a way that people could listen to it.
Because to be honest, there is no storytelling, crosstalk is more interesting.
Fortunately, Qi Yuncheng is not weak in drum music, and the atmosphere during the performance was not warm, and there were even many elderly people below who were kind to him.
This already illustrates the problem. Since the drum music club was founded, it has gradually brought back the old audiences to sing.
Of course the children performed drum music in the big venue.
How could the actors backstage not pay attention today?
Even the elderly young master is watching it, and he also loves folk music.
There is no Peking Opera, cross talk, or drum music that he cannot do.
So he looked at the stage and slowly spoke.
"I like this piece very much. It's really a masterpiece for Hui Duizhe to write it like this. The singing design is also good. Now that the children are singing it, the details are handled well."
Guo Degang heard Ma Zhiming's praise from the side and felt it in his heart, because he knew how good the child was from the moment he met him.
As expected, after singing a section, the voices below started to come and go, all begging the actor for another encore.
Qi Yuncheng certainly lived up to his expectations and returned to a very familiar drum song "Mulan"!
After a section was sung, the applause fell, indicating that today's drum music program has come to an end for the time being.
The singing went very smoothly, both in Mr. Zhang Yali's opening and in his two works.
So next, it’s the turn of storytelling.
Guo Degang assisted the child and went up to say a piece.
As soon as he went up, the audience responded enthusiastically, and the atmosphere gradually became more lively. After all, there were more audience members sitting below.
It's a pity that today I'm not here to fill the hole, but to dig it. I'm going to spend an hour on the stage saying something.
And when Master said,
Qi Yuncheng had a lot of time to rest, and during the rest, he still consulted Mr. Ma Laozu and Mr. Zhang Yali for advice. Even though the former was not a professional, but again, his level of singing drums was better than that of some professionals.
Deeply immersed in folk art.
For this reason, when a child learns a lot, no matter how talented he is, he has not learned enough.
There is no end to learning folk art.
Even if he lives to be a hundred years old, he is still learning, especially if he is less than thirty years old.
And Ma Zhiming loves children's enthusiasm for learning very much. Even the cross talk that I will talk about later is slightly placed in the background. It's not really placed, it's just some other stage experience.
Surprisingly, he found that children really understood these things and could understand them as soon as they were spoken.
For example, if you tell your father about his experience in a situation back then, your child can immediately figure out how to deal with it now.
Just so spiritual.
We usually say that so-and-so is talented, and we can’t help but praise them, but when we have more contact with children, we fully understand the concept of talented people.
To put it bluntly, when a child reaches his age, he will definitely do better than him.
He, Ma Zhiming, will never be able to accomplish anything famous in his life, let alone be of any help to folk art.
Children are different. Popularity and ability complement each other and will definitely make him the next Guo Degang.
Maybe even surpass his master.
He can guarantee this, after all, Guo Degang, who was so majestic and high-spirited back then, is now getting older.
Time doesn't get around people.
Don't think too much about it.
By the time it was nine-thirty, when Guo De had just finished speaking a book, it was the turn of his child Qi Yuncheng to come on stage.
When he came up, there was also thunderous applause.
After bowing and looking at the audience, he gave an opening poem and then spoke slowly.
"Thank you everyone. My master just said a story. I guess I have to dig a hole again. I will try my best to finish the story.
But I am also very touched to be able to come and open such a place.
This does not indicate how capable I am, it is just to report to you what I know. I have been studying folk art since I was a child. I don’t know how I am doing. Please bear with me. I am sure there will be room for improvement in the future.
"
"The big drum I sang before was so good! I'll go to the drum music club to listen to it later."
Hearing the actor's voice, a gentleman in the auditorium shouted unceremoniously.
As soon as he shouted, the others were even more so. The audience could only praise Qi Yuncheng's state, because every performance was not careless and he worked hard and down-to-earth.
Especially today.
Three performances, I'm afraid his master had never done this kind of thing back then.
After all, he loves his disciples and gives them this kind of blessing.
Of course, if you don't have this strength, you won't be able to praise it no matter how much you do. You still need to be tough on yourself.
Obviously Qi Yuncheng has this ability.
More recognized by the audience.
Not only the girls, but also the old audiences who were attracted by the drum music.
"Thank you, thank you for supporting me! I am very grateful. There is not much I can do. The only thing I can do is to show off my strength on the stage.
And because of time constraints, we will talk less.
What is the name of the book we are talking about today? I will give you a section of the Diamond Sutra in a straight-forward manner, apprentice!"
Damn!
Xingmu took the picture again. Qi Yuncheng looked at the two thousand people below and said, "Don't get me wrong. I'm not here to recite sutras. The name of the book is the Diamond Sutra.
When is the story? In the 42nd year of the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, the weather in Wuzhong area was bad that year, and the people suffered a lot, and almost no grain was harvested.
The weather was dry and flooded for a while, and then locusts broke out again.
At that time, every household was in a hurry for food. So where does our story take place? Everyone, there is a Dongting Temple in Dongting Mountain.
There are many senior and junior monks in this temple.
You all also know that a temple is not a business, unlike other businesses. You have to eat in the temple, and it will be life-threatening at this moment.
There is not enough rice.
The big monk, the little monk, the old monk, the fat monk, the fat monk, and the thin monk were sitting together for a meeting.
What should we do? Where can we get so much rice...
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On the stage, Qi Yuncheng frowned and pretended to be worried about the monks. The story is simple to tell. There was no food to eat, so the temple took out its most precious Diamond Sutra handwritten by Bai Juyi and mortgaged it to Prime Minister Yamashita in exchange for rice.
After that, a lot of things happened because of the Diamond Sutra, until finally it went round and round and was returned to the temple.
The ending is a good ending, but it doesn't have too many contradictions like ordinary stories, but it is quite fascinating.
Therefore, the audience in the auditorium also found it interesting as they listened, and the more they listened, the more fascinated they became. The atmosphere was even better than when the drum was being sung.
Feeling this, Qi Yuncheng smiled bitterly in his heart as he said, "I can't help it, the drum music is really in that state."
Even if you are telling a story, it needs to be more elegant and not straightforward.
Guo Degang also noticed this. The atmosphere is visibly better than that of drum music, where a small number of people interact with each other. But when it comes to storytelling, almost everyone is listening.
It seems that the road is quite long, but it will not go wrong if you keep walking.
At least we can't let this sunset folk art be completely lost, just pass it on from generation to generation.
Leave a kindling behind, maybe one day a fire will ignite.
But just as he was watching his child read a book, Guo Degang felt a vibration on his phone, and quickly turned around and walked to the inside of the side curtain to pick it up.
"Hey, how's it going? Is Yuncheng's performance going well?"
The caller was Wang Hui. She is currently staying at Yuncheng's house with Jingjing for several months. Logically speaking, she would be the first to consider the candidate for the role of Drum Music Assistant.
But she didn't want to go up, so she asked Yuncheng to find someone else.
"Okay! Now the child is reading a story, and the young master is also resting backstage. The next program is for him.
But once he comes on stage, the atmosphere will probably go even higher, and he and his uncle will have to be nervous and work hard to save their fortunes."
Wang Hui didn't care about these details. The children had been in difficult situations, so they were not worried at all, so she said with a smile.
"Jingjing at home is also very cute and looks really good. But unlike Xixi when he was a child, he is not so unpleasant and looks at us with his eyes.
It seems like he listens to everything we say and feels very obedient."
Thinking of Yuncheng's son, Guo Degang felt warm in his heart. This jar was really like this.
But just when I was happy for a second, the voices of Xixi and my daughter suddenly came from the other side of the phone.
"Mom! You can't give this to your brother. You can't give this to Xixi."
"What's wrong with him? You haven't played for a long time, and you're still drinking your brother's milk powder."
"Change it. Xixi wants to give it to her brother, but she doesn't want to give it to her!"
Hearing the voices of the two people, Guo Degang became even happier. The Yuncheng family was probably going to be lively in the future.
Especially with Xixi here, this girl really feels so weird. I can't imagine what a powerful girl she will grow into in the future.
But no matter what, Deyun and the others loved her from the bottom of their hearts.
Really cute.
"Okay, no more talking. I will take a photo of the child and send it to you for you to see."
"good."
The couple hung up the phone.
Guo Degang picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of a child standing on the big stage and telling a story with great emotion.
Yu Qian was also there next to him. When he saw his partner taking photos, he asked, "Will you send me some money later?"
"You don't want to pay me a small amount. My disciple is not showing off."
There were only the two of them in the side curtain, and they didn't pay much attention to what they were saying. Naturally, their pride was evident.
Seeing his old partner like this, Yu Qian raised the corners of his mouth and had nothing to say.
This kid, Yuncheng, is probably the proudest kid in Deggang in recent years, and he is also the one who is least likely to make any mistakes.
Not to mention that Mr. Zhang also gave a guarantee.
Although he only joined Deyun in 2004, he did not know the story between Mr. Zhang and his children before.
But it can still be seen from Mr. Zhang's liking for him later that he is clearly in a state of distinguishing the two people who left.
It seems pretty good now. Regardless of whether you leave or not, it's a good thing.
So I took a few photos, not only of Yuncheng, but also of the packed audience below.
But an hour is quick.
When it's time to give buttons.
Ma Zhiming and his old partner Huang Zuming came from the backstage wearing long coats on their way to the side curtain.
Huang Zuming said, "I didn't expect you to like this child so much. You spoke so vigorously just now that I kept looking at you from the side.
Talking endlessly, you can find a common topic, right?"
Ma Zhiming waved his hand helplessly, "There are many generations between me and him. A young man like this is actually no match for me.
Even if they say a word, they may not be able to match each other. There is a generation gap between them, and the generation gap is not small.
But Yuncheng is different, he is versatile.
He can talk about cross talk, drum music, and even some Peking opera. It's hard to find a kid like this even if you play lantern."
Huang Zuming nodded, not denying it, "I'm not familiar with him, but he was respectful when he saw me, and from the previous performances, I could tell there was something."
"No more chatting, prepare to have a good talk."
Said a few words.
The two people came to the side curtain and prepared to go on stage when the time came.
Qi Yuncheng was also fast here. After another minute or two of talking, he suddenly woke up and slapped the ball, which got a lot of applause from the audience.
After bowing, he began to step off the stage.
The host announces the curtain.
"Next, please enjoy the cross talk "Dispute"! The performer is Ma Zhiming, whose name is Huang Clan!"
Wow!
It's just a curtain call.
When the two names came out, the Tianjin Auditorium became noisy.
Applause, shouts, and excitement continued.
The young master's ability is very good.
His name alone is a major attraction.
After hearing so much noise and feeling the atmosphere, Ma Zhiming and his partner respectfully thanked them when they came on stage.
He is an old artist, with humility in his bones.
"Thank you all. Today at the children's performance, two old people like us came over to help perform, and as a result, we received such great applause.
To be honest, we’re a little stuck.”
The Huang clan famously said: "It's a little bit."
"Because it's been a long time since I've been on stage. I keep talking and my mouth is dry. I'm frustrated. At the same time, did you guys watch my child's performance? What did you think?"
"Hurrah!"
"not bad!"
The young master asked.
Below, the young and old men will answer one by one.
Ma Zhiming held the table with one hand and turned to look at the direction the child had left, "Not only do you think it's good, but so do I, so I think such a good young man should come over and help.
That's why we're here.
Please give me some encouragement, I have worked with children and I am a good actor who can achieve a lot."
"That's right!"
"Then now that we are two older ones, we must agree with you. As for the name of the program, the host just said it is called Dispute! This is a very early work of mine, and it has been around for thirty years now.
"
Ma Zhiming looked at Huang Ziming and said, "When I wrote this paragraph, you weren't there yet."
"Well, my hair is all gray, but I'm still less than thirty?"
"Maybe you can talk about being friends with today's actors."
"What a mess."
Hahahahaha!
Come on stage, a little baggage, the audience is very happy, and at the same time it comes to cross talk.
The atmosphere is even better than before.
After all, cross talk is still popular, and most people come for cross talk.