Crosstalk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is set up under the stage Chapter 670 If Lanlan is really brother Cheng's own, would you know it in prison right now?
Chapter 670 If Lanlan is really brother Cheng's own, would you know it in prison right now?
I heard the staff calling me.
Qi Yuncheng and Zhou Jiuliang ignored other people's chatting and stood up to adjust their coats while following them to the corridor.
But after walking a few steps, the latter was still very worried. He must have been nervous after hearing so many things from his fellow apprentices just now, so he asked.
"Brother, do you think drawing a cross is a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Others' paintings are most likely good, but Master's paintings are definitely bad. You can figure it out if you think about it more."
"Yes, it was confirmed immediately."
Zhou Jiuliang sighed, and at the same time he felt that his senior brother was very powerful and always looked at problems so straightforwardly.
It’s no wonder that in the early days, Brother Yue was led by Senior Brother Yuncheng. The feeling of being a Senior Brother has always been exuded by Qi Yuncheng.
So he stopped talking more and prepared to give a cross talk show. Changing his career to this program was probably a huge challenge for him after studying cross talk for so many years.
If I hadn't been with my senior brother, I might never have said this in my life.
"Please wait a moment!"
When they arrived behind the curtain, someone told them, and they nodded and waited.
At the same time, Luan Yunping's apprentice Gao Xiaobai came on stage to announce the curtain.
"Next, please enjoy the cross talk "Change of Career"! The performers are Qi Yuncheng and Zhou Jiuliang! Please give me a round of applause!"
It was said that applause was invited, and only Yue Yunpeng applauded on the entire stage and in the audience. The master sat below and watched the two of them come out with a smile.
And explain the big screen again.
"The audience is here, on the barrage."
After taking the stage and bowing, Qi Yuncheng stood in a funny position and looked at the white flowers on the big screen. Even Yue Yunpeng was frightened by this white flowers.
"Oh my God! Is there only this many seniors out there? I remember there is a limit on the number of viewers for the barrage. The faster you move, the keyboard will be filled with sparks."
Guo Degang also turned his head and looked to the right. It was really like this, one hair after another, almost covering the entire screen.
Qi Yuncheng and Zhou Jiuliang were also happy to see it. Although there was no audience below, they were a little weird and panicked, but they could still accept it because the former had acted before, so he was very confident, and the senior brother was very confident, and it was okay for the junior brother to rely on him.
However, Qi Yuncheng is still very curious, "Is it really real-time barrage? Isn't it recorded? Can friends post a comment about how handsome Master is?"
The voice fell.
The words "Master is so handsome" appeared all over the screen.
Guo Degang was holding a fan and smiling from ear to ear, "I won't give you extra points if you praise me."
"It's okay! This is a foreshadowing. Just don't lose points when the time comes."
After slightly adjusting the microphone, Qi Yuncheng and Zhou Jiuliang immediately entered the performance state, "Then when you go on stage, you have to introduce yourself in case anyone doesn't know us."
"Got to talk."
"My name is Qi Yuncheng and I am a young actor from Deyun Club, but the people around me may be relatively familiar with each other. There are newcomers who have appeared in cross talk before."
"Yes, check him!"
Zhou Jiuliang smiled, obviously entering his business mode, and as soon as he was asked to ask questions, Yue Yunpeng became happy, and at the same time barrages rolled out.
"This shows that Mr. Zhou Jiuliang is very popular, but although you are familiar with cross talk actors now, it was completely different in the past. In the past, people who talked about cross talk were called open-mouthed fans."
"What is open-mouth rice?"
Looking at the few people in the audience, Qi Yuncheng explained from behind the microphone, "Opening one's mouth means earning money through language, learning to sing or performing.
How can it be easy to eat with just one mouth?"
"It's not easy."
"Yes! Get up very early and go to the overpass in Yanjing to perform on Laodi. There is a saying in Laodi, which is that if the wind blows half way, it rains completely."
This made people very curious. Zhou Jiuliang asked the person next to him, "How do you say this?"
Qi Yuncheng waved his right hand gently, "When the wind blows, half of the people are gone when the wind blows. But when it rains, no one is left."
"Yes, I can't do it anymore."
"Our industry is afraid of rain. Of course, there are other industries that like rain."
"Anyone else likes rain?" Zhou Jiuliang asked again while holding on to the table. At the same time, his words were correct and did not fall off. After all, Master is here and recording a program.
"For example, a bricklayer, a bricklayer, can be so beautiful in an afternoon. Sitting in the house, it rains heavily, and he hears thunder outside. He sits in the house and is happy."
Qi Yuncheng leaned out and looked outside like a character, "Huo oh, knock, knock, whose gable has fallen down? The rain has stopped, and he has work to do."
"Painting walls for others."
"I feel so happy to send my son away! Go and beat two liang!"
"Would you like some more?"
"Kacha, whose house is down again. Go and get two or two."
"Drink again?"
"Wow, click~~ hit three or two."
"This is beautiful."
"Wow, click, click, click, I can't drink this."
"how?"
"My house collapsed."
Take the baggage out.
Not only Guo Degang and Yue Yunpeng in the audience suddenly smiled, but Yu Qian and a large group of audience members in the room behind him also did the same.
And look at the performance of this man.
Yu Qian nodded and said to his assistant Liu Xiaoting, "Yuncheng's work is very solid, let's draw one for him.
Jiu Liang also draws one, and it’s pretty good to partner with someone next to him.”
Turning around, Liu Xiaoting drew a line for his uncle and uncle.
Compared with Guo Degang, Yu Qian is much more relaxed and will only paint once if he thinks it is good.
But the two people performing on the stage felt different. There was no audience, and the lack of laughter was a torture for the actors. Fortunately, there was screen feedback, and both Qi Yuncheng and Zhou Jiuliang watched from time to time.
Fortunately for Qi Yuncheng, he was used to performances with only a few people. De Yun was not like this in the early days, but this was the first time for Zhou Jiu to perform and he kept paying attention to the comments from the audience.
So the two of them continued to perform, and their condition got better and better.
"This is such a big deal that no one can bear it."
"right."
"As an artist, it's not easy. You stand in a circle on the street and talk about cross talk. It's windy and rainy, and it's hard to get to the tea house. It's even harder in a small theater."
"Why is this harder?"
Qi Yuncheng looked back at his partner, and then answered, "You mean selling tickets, but not everyone buys tickets. I used to say there was a change of ten dollars, and that was enough. The guys ran downstairs to collect the money.
And going down to ask for money is a science, what kind of people can ask for it, and what kind of people cannot ask for it."
Zhou Jiuliang hurriedly said another sentence, "Why is there still something I can't have?"
"Of course." Qi Yuncheng waved his hand and pointed at the venue where they were performing and the empty tables, chairs and benches. "For example, there are 800 people sitting here. Who do you think can and who can't?
The smart one has to look at his clothes."
"You can't ask for anything to wear?"
"You can't ask for someone wearing a suit."
"Why."
"Extremely high-tech."
"Oh!" Zhou Jiuliang nodded after hearing this.
"The one with the peaked cap is a spy."
"Huo."
"The second big cotton-padded jacket, from the detective team!"
"It's getting better and better."
"Wear breeches."
Zhou Jiuliang asked curiously, "What is this?"
"For the islanders to ride horses."
"Yo."
"Say it simply."
"How to say."
"Those who are wearing clothes cannot have them."
"Then it's over if we go to the bathhouse."
Zhou Jiu Liang complained with just the right amount of energy. Now Lian Qiyun Chengdu felt that Jiu Liang's business model was indeed better.
Then raise your hand with the palm facing down and the back of the hand facing up.
"When I asked for it, I took the bamboo basket and didn't say anything about standing in front of the person. I turned sideways and spoke. Second Master, please give me a word."
"A word of reward?"
"What's the reward? No, I won't give it!" Qi Yuncheng's expression turned cold, and he flicked his sleeve like a fly.
After finishing the action, add another mouthful.
"Have you seen this? I'm disgusted. It's like swatting a fly. So is it easy for artists? The bullying has reached an extreme level.
No matter where you go, those who talk about cross talk have no face or identity."
Zhou Jiuliang: "Really?"
Qi Yuncheng: "For example, at a large gathering, people have to shout: Marshal Zhang is here~ Mr. Li is here~~"
Zhou Jiuliang: "They are all powerful."
Qi Yuncheng: "It's different when you talk about cross talk, there's no shouting."
Zhou Jiuliang: "Didn't you shout?"
"Then why are you shouting? Like this." Qi Yuncheng stood up and amplified his voice, "Guo said the cross talk guy is here~~Yu said the cross talk guy is here~~Xiao Guo Yu is here~~"
"Okay! It's a small pot and a small fish. Are you talking about cross talk or cooking? Why is there a shortage of manpower in the kitchen?"
Hahahahaha!
A tease and a handful!
A group of people couldn't be happier.
And this group of people is not just the audience at Yu Qian's side. Although they are told to laugh as quietly as possible, how can you be on guard against laughing at this thing.
So Yu Qian was very happy and asked Liu Xiaoting to write again, "Okay, very good! Jiuliang Peng's is also okay. I guess this sentence was tinkered with by Yuncheng."
This side painted it again, and the other side Guo Degang did the same, turned around and looked at Yue Yunpeng, "Come, paint it for them!"
"Okay!"
When the master asked Xiao Yue to draw, Qi Yuncheng couldn't stand it on the stage. What he wrote was bad. The master was such a thief. Didn't he praise him before?
Helplessly, I watched as there was an extra horizontal line under my name.
But there was something different about Zhou Jiuliang at this second, that is, he heard laughter.
Isn’t there no audience?
How could there be laughter?
I can't figure it out.
But the inner thought only lasted a moment, and now they still have a show to perform.
"This is still light. At least it can be performed. If the emperor of that era died, the artists would be even more unlucky." Qi Yuncheng spoke from behind the microphone.
"Then what's the bad luck?"
"For example, in the thirty-fourth year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu, when he died, he was subject to imperial service for one hundred days. No entertainment was allowed during these one hundred days, there was no food to eat, no talking, no singing."
"The artists can't perform anymore."
"So I changed my career and started a small business to make a living."
At this point, Zhou Jiuliang spoke quickly, "Many seniors have changed careers back then? Then you say everyone has changed careers?"
"Mr. Liu Baoquan, who plays drums, has changed his profession to selling porridge! Yanjing's breakfast, japonica rice porridge cooked in a clay pot, sesame cakes and twists, and pancakes and fruits."
"Yes! Are these some of them sold on the street?"
"I'll just set up a stall, but to sell porridge I have to be able to shout, and I don't know how to do it. Come to think of it..."
Qi Yuncheng took half a step forward, holding the table as if holding his own stall, and thought slowly, "Entertainment is prohibited now, and I don't sing either. Let's take this opportunity to improve my voice."
"How to escape?"
"Hey!" Qi Yuncheng suddenly lowered his gaze and looked at his stall, "I looked at what I was selling and made up a few words to rhyme with them. I thought that shouting like this is like singing a drum."
Zhou Jiuliang was curious next to him, "Don't you have to have a drum to sing the big drum?"
“There’s no casserole here?”
"Oh, I used the porridge pot as a drum, but what about the shuttlecock for drumming?"
Qi Yuncheng stepped back to grab the fan, then turned his wrist in a scooping motion, "That's the spoon for porridge."
"There's no drum board!"
"Then get a set of Shaobing fruit."
"It's quite manageable."
"Just play the string like this."
"What kind?"
When it came time to sing, people in the front and back areas looked at Qi Yuncheng on the stage. As he spoke, he gave people the impression of being very solid and stable.
There’s an old saying about people trying to stay alive, but they don’t have the ability to control it.
At the same time, Zhou Jiuliang also felt that the state of the seniors around him when they were talking about cross talk was not something they could compare to when they were juniors.
Very calm.
And Qi Yuncheng's figure at the moment is also good-looking. He has practiced drumming and studied it for many years, so he has a graceful appearance. However, he is holding a fan in his right hand as a drum shuttlecock, and dragging sesame seed cakes with the palm of his left hand upward as a drumboard.
sound.
"Danggerlongdonggligellongdidong~
Hanging stove~shaobing~flat and round~
That fried twist ~ crispy and sweet ~”
After singing a few lines, Qi Yuncheng looked forward, raised his hand and pointed at his pot with a fan, "Japonica rice porridge is sold cheaply. One bowl for two sons. Please take a look at the size of the pancakes."
Selling for three days at a low price is not just to make money~
The so-called passing of names, my name is Liu Baoquan~~
Boom~gudong~crash~"
Hearing the unusual movement, Zhou Jiuliang asked in confusion, "What's going on?"
Qi Yuncheng looked down at himself with a grimace, "The casserole leaked."
"Okay, the bottom of the pot has been smashed."
…
For a short period, Qi Yuncheng showed off his abilities. Guo Degang looked at his child with satisfaction throughout the whole process, while Yue Yunpeng, who was standing beside him to watch, glanced at Bai Huahua's barrage of positive comments, and then looked at the master.
Speak slowly.
"Master, this section is amazing. I'm glad that I didn't participate again. I don't know what I think about it, whether it will give me extra points."
As for Yu Qian watching the big screen in the back room, what else could he do?
Without saying anything, Liu Xiaoting continued to draw a picture for him. He couldn't even describe this man as an actor.
His ability and level are indeed on the same level as those of his senior fellow apprentices.
For this reason, sometimes it is really appropriate to have Xiao Luan, an actor who is also relatively stable to praise, because he can do anything, he has a stable acting method, and even if he has to be a little restless, Luan Yunping can also cooperate.
We have a great understanding and have been partners for almost ten years.
So from the perspective of Jiu Liang, Yu Qian felt that although it was good, it still couldn't keep up with his senior brother's energy.
There is no other way, they are temporary partners, but it is not easy for Jiu Liang to bite the bullet and tell his senior brother this.
Anyway, nothing else, he liked this work, and both children praised it no matter how they acted.
Originally, his personality was not harsh and he did not find fault with others.
Besides, he and Guo Degang had agreed that one would be a good guy and the other a bad guy.