Crosstalk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is set up under the stage Chapter 671 Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black!
Chapter 671 Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black!
"It's not easy for a layman to do anything." On the stage, Qi Yuncheng couldn't see the uncle painting him a few times. He glanced at Zhou Jiuliang, and at the same time turned back to look at the front where there were not many people. "There is also an actor who changed his career as a singer.
, I believe everyone should know."
"Which boss is it?"
"Gong Yunfu! His specialty is Encountering the Queen's Dragon Robe. When he sings this play, the whole house is sure to be full. Even before it is performed, the whole hall is filled with cheers.
There was a shouting match backstage, it was so bitter~~
But I can’t sing anymore, so I have to sell vegetables.”
"Selling vegetables?" Zhou Jiuliang asked in confusion, "That requires strength."
Qi Yuncheng nodded, "Yes! I am an expert at selling vegetables, carrying hundreds of kilograms of vegetables per load. I walk so energetically. Not only do people have to be energetic, but even the vegetables have to be energetic."
“Why is the food so energetic?”
"If you are an expert in selling vegetables, you will have enough water and the soil will be rinsed clean. Once there is enough water, the vegetables will be fresh. If there is no water, let them dry in the sun for two hours, and they will all wilt."
Especially when selling vegetables, you have to be able to shout."
"Of course you have to shout, otherwise who would buy it?"
"The grocery store shopper in Yanjing, he shouts like he is singing. He shouts out more than a dozen or twenty items in one breath."
When the idea came up, Zhou Jiuliang was very excited and extended his hand as an invitation, "Then you can learn from me and let everyone hear what it feels like."
"That's it." Adult Qi Yun affirmed, looked ahead, and said in a clear voice, "Spicy green peppers, green onions, tender celery, lentils, eggplants, cucumbers, winter melons, buy sea eggplants, radish, carrots
, Bian radish, young sprouts of Chinese toon, garlic and leeks~~"
This part of shouting is considered a must for crosstalk actors, so almost everyone has heard it. Zhou Jiuliang said, "I learned dozens of them in one breath."
"That's right, the old lady singer. He doesn't know how to shout, and he doesn't have the strength to buy a few vegetables and walk down the street carrying this bag."
He picks up the folding fan with one hand and puts it on his shoulder like a pick, while the other hand retracts into his sleeve and pats it underneath with his sleeve. Anyone who has watched Peking Opera knows this posture.
Zhou Jiuliang was even more like this. He complained behind the table, "Why are you still acting like this?"
"I'm used to it. I've been doing it for so many years and I can't forget it. And I haven't opened it even after a long time."
"Why isn't it open?"
"I don't know who to send it to. The last thing I thought about was that I had to shout, take a look at some of the dishes I sell, make up a few words, and give them a shout."
Continuing with his posture, Qi Yuncheng even gave out gongs and drums, "Hey~~Tee, Tee, Tee, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh!"
Coriander, celery, spicy green pepper, eggplant, lentils, tender garlic~~
What a big cucumber, who wants it~~
Get two for one copper~~"
"It's really interesting to shout." He said in a flattering tone.
"We really have a buyer, and an old lady came out to buy cucumbers!" Qi Yuncheng smiled, put down his fan, and hugged his hands together. His look and figure looked very much like the old lady.
"Hey, cucumber seller, come here and buy two. The old lady singer thinks about it, how much money can you make by selling two cucumbers? It's a business, right?"
"right."
"Old lady Yanjing is having trouble buying cucumbers." Qi Yuncheng suddenly asked him to explain.
Zhou Jiuliang followed, "Why bother?"
"She didn't just leave the money and take two cucumbers and leave. She had to taste them, pinch a piece and put it in her mouth."
The fan has always been a multi-functional prop. Just now it was a carrying pole, but now it is like a cucumber when held vertically. Qi Yuncheng performed it vividly. He pinched the fan with his fingers, then threw it into his mouth and smashed it with his mouth to enjoy the taste.
"Why do you need to try it?"
"She won't buy it if it doesn't taste good."
"Oh, no, no!"
After a while, Qi Yuncheng recreated the scene and continued to act like an old lady, "Seller of cucumbers, come here and buy two." When the old lady said this, the old actor picked up the cucumber and put it down. His shoulder hurt when he touched it.
Hey, bitter~~
This is not good, the old lady misunderstood."
"how?"
Qi Yuncheng turned his head and looked at the person and said in a low voice, "Is the cucumber bitter? No more."
"Hey, it's so easy to find a buyer, but I blew it off again with just one sentence."
After talking about this gentleman's career change, Guo Degang showed a slight smile on his face, saying it was okay, it really was okay.
If you imitate the master's work for a while, the child's performance will be interesting.
I'm very happy that this is it.
If the child hadn't deliberately said something to them just now, there would be no need to draw one for him. It's not stingy. It's always like this when recording variety shows.
Because he could guess that his senior brother Yu Qian would praise the child 100% and draw a lot of good things for the child.
If you don't draw one yourself, it's really incomparable.
At the same time, behind the microphone, Qi Yuncheng glanced at the barrage. All that floated on the barrage were comments on the performance just now, which were basically good reviews.
This seems ok, it’s a bit of feedback.
But Zhou Jiuliang's situation was a little different. It was my first time to play this part. During the performance, I was thinking about the words I just created and whether the taste was right or not.
Qi Yuncheng could tell, so he looked at him a little longer and amplified his voice a bit, allowing him to perform with peace of mind. "There is also a singer with a colorful face who has also changed his career."
Hearing the voice, Zhou Jiuliang immediately looked at his senior brother and asked quickly, "Oh? Who is the boss again?"
"Jin Shaoshan! He may have a good voice and a good posture, but he was selling watermelons that year."
"You have to pay attention to how you sell watermelons."
"yes!"
Qi Yuncheng spoke with ease at this moment, "I'm an expert in selling watermelons. I have a pushcart. Find a top at the base of the wall, collapse the board on top, and put a piece of blue cloth on it."
Wet him with cold water.
It looks clean this way.
Look at the watermelons stacked very high in the grass circle. The knife used to cut the watermelons is more than a foot long and two inches wide. The watermelons are cut into pieces of the same size. Then take a fan and shout while fanning.
"
This time the folding fan was opened, Qi Yuncheng placed it on his waist and gently fanned it up and down.
"Come here, let's have a piece of it. I'll kill your sweetness. It's two big pieces. Come here, let's have a taste of it~"
"Yes, that's what the watermelon sellers say."
"This is an expert."
"What about you?"
"I'm an outsider." Qi Yuncheng said firmly, "I bought eight watermelons from my doorstep and laid out the planks to set up a stall."
Suddenly remembering something, Zhou Jiu measured it and asked, "Where's the knife? Is there a watermelon knife?"
"Just use a kitchen knife at home. But generally when selling watermelons, you should cut another one after one is sold, and then slaughter all eight of them together."
"Impatient."
"When you cut this watermelon, it has some big pieces and some small pieces. It doesn't look good when you put it there, but the way he holds it is quite nice, holding the kitchen knife like this."
Qi Yuncheng is also someone who has been exposed to Peking Opera and knows all aspects of Peking Opera, so he must know the figure of the painted face.
He gave me a vicious look, and then a colorful-faced Qi Ba came!
Qi Ba is a set of programmed movements on the opera stage. The front chest should not be empty, the back should not be pressed, and the two arms should be rounded.
Logically speaking, it looks good, but it can hold a kitchen knife in your hand.
So after Qi Yuncheng finished the action, he immediately showed fear, "No one in the aisle dared to go there. I would be shocked when I walked there."
"No!"
Suddenly Qi Yuncheng smiled on the performance stage, but as soon as he took a step, his smile dropped, his head moved forward a little, and he spoke softly.
"Who is the watermelon seller going to fight for? We have to go around a bit."
"Everyone is hiding."
"Hiding means hiding from some people, and keeping an eye on those who are fine from a distance!"
Immediately, the two people on the stage became a crowd, shoulder to shoulder, looking towards the one o'clock direction.
After watching for a while, Qi Yuncheng elbowed Zhou Jiuliang beside him, and Zhou Jiuliang subconsciously looked over to listen to him.
"Hey, who are you talking about?"
Zhou Jiuliang looked over again and shook his head, "I don't know."
"There's no one in front of him."
"That's right!"
"It's probably from that door. I haven't paid back the money I owe him." Qi Yuncheng pointed in the direction of the master, while Guo Degang shook his head helplessly with a smile on his face. At the same time, the screen over Yu Qian also played the person pointed by the actor.
The audience naturally saw Qi Yuncheng targeting his master again.
"Okay! These people can figure it out." Zhou Jiuliang broke away from the crowd's performance.
Qi Yuncheng: "In the end, more and more people gathered, and there were dozens of people gathered from afar. Why didn't the singer come over to eat? I thought they liked listening to my singing, so I sang a few lines to them,
They just bought my watermelons."
Zhou Jiuliang: "Then how do you sing it? You can learn it again."
Qi Yuncheng: "(Xipi Rocking Board) My watermelon with sugar is really the crispy texture of dry rice seedlings. Don't lie one piece at a time. If you don't believe it, please try it~~
You guys eat... who dares to come here!"
Zhou Jiuliang: "Eat?"
Qi Yuncheng: "They were all scared away!"
Zhou Jiuliang: "Why don't you run away then!"
…
Quack, quack, quack!
At the end of the performance, Qi Yuncheng and Zhou Jiuliang bowed, while Yue Yunpeng and Guo Degang both applauded.
But it wasn't just the applause from them, Zhou Jiuliang, who was bowing, looked stunned, as if he heard other applause, which was a bit strange, and he didn't know where it came from.
But there was no time to hesitate, and the two of them got off the stage.
Get off the stage.
Feeling relieved, Zhou Jiuliang asked his senior brother, "How are you doing? I feel a little..."
"It's not bad, it's pretty good." Before he could finish his words, Qi Yuncheng immediately added, "That's just the way it is."
It's not easy to talk about a career change.
But Zhou Jiuliang suddenly stopped and said mysteriously, "By the way, Senior Brother, I noticed something different when I was performing just now. I felt that there was an audience, and I heard applause, and even cheers."
"Yes, it's a bit." Qi Yuncheng would have said this deliberately even if he knew it.
"Then tell them there is an audience right away!"
"No problem, it's already there."
While talking, the two of them finished their performance and returned to the small courtyard where their group was staying.
But once I went back, there weren't many people waiting.
There are only four people left: Luan Yuping, Zhang Helun, Qin Xiaoxian, and Zhang Jiuling.
Among them, Qin Xiaoxian was extremely nervous, and his expression never changed, because it was his first time to perform in front of Master, especially if it was Master alone.
He was even more aggressive, but Zhou Jiuliang's words made him feel better.
Zhou Jiuliang: "Hey! It's different, hey, we have an audience here."
"Do you have an audience?"
Leng Buding and Qin Xiaoxian stood up and asked.
Zhou Jiuliang looked over and said, "There is an audience."
"How many people are there?" Qin Xiaoxian was really afraid that there would be no audience, so he kept asking.
"Then where do you know where to go?"
"Just give a rough estimate."
"Probably not!"
"Is that fun?" Luan Yunping was also curious. After all, it was different from what they said about the sesame cakes just now.
Qi Yuncheng nodded at this time, "How happy!"
"Easy?"
"How good can it be? I don't even think about what kind of works we will perform."
"Why!"
Qin Xiaoxian sat back again, feeling even worse before going to the execution ground than at the execution ground.
And just after sitting back, Shaobing and others came back from going to the toilet.
"Um... we just met Uncle Yu in the toilet. Uncle Yu painted good things, while Master painted bad things."
"That's it."
Qi Yuncheng, possessed by the opera spirit, leaned on the chair helplessly, "Master drew one for me when I was performing."
"Ah? Senior brother, you said you have drawn one? How difficult is it?" Zhang Jiuling was puzzled, because everyone knows what senior brother is capable of. In other words, this sentence, everyone who has not played yet can
It's a bit overwhelming.
Especially Qin Xiaoxian's face became even more ugly.
At the same time, Zhang Jiuling turned around and said, "Brother Cake! Brother Yuncheng and the others have an audience for their performance!"
"You still have an audience??"
"Yes!" Qi Yuncheng could only continue the topic at this moment.
Shaobing was stunned for a few seconds before he came to a conclusion, "Which show had an audience and another one didn't? It seems that if we haven't called them for so long, we must be withdrawing the audience."
"Absolutely! How about calling the program team a thief and trying different tricks."
A group of senior fellow students were chatting, and the conversation was interesting, but the few who were not on stage were annoyed.
No one knows the specific situation.
Wait for a while.
The program crew finally called someone.
Zhang Jiuling and Qin Xiaoxian stood up. When they walked out, the former could continue to comfort him because his junior brother was clearly nervous.
Not to mention performing in front of Master, he has rarely seen Master.
The students of Xiao Zi Ke have completely distinguished themselves from the early learning methods of Yun He Zi Ke.
"Don't be nervous! It's just a performance. It's actually nothing. Just perform how you usually do."
Qin Xiaoxian was helpless and said, "Just act."
"That's not the case!"
"Can I stop acting? Can I change my life? That's all I can do. I hope I can perform better."
After dozens of steps, the two people arrived at the designated location.
After waiting for the curtain call, the two people opened the curtain and walked onto the stage.
The moment you get on stage.
Sure enough, Master was sitting alone in the audience, with Yue Yunpeng beside him, and there were empty chairs all around.
As for taking another look at the score board next to him, Qin Xiaoxian really found that Senior Brother Yuncheng had a line under it.
Suddenly the pressure was even greater.
I don’t know what the criteria for judging good or bad are.
But after bowing, Qin Xiaoxian immediately got into the mood with Zhang Jiuling. Although everyone said that he has poor ability, he still knows some jokes, otherwise he would not be able to perform in the theater.