Crosstalk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is set up under the stage Chapter 658 Master, tell me if I can become a Jiao'er in the future, like you!
Chapter 658 Master, tell me if I can become a Jiao'er in the future, like you!
After being married for so many years, Song Yi knows her husband very well, from top to bottom.
Just like a person.
Therefore, my husband’s love for folk art and his attitude towards other things are very clear.
Otherwise, a wife wouldn't complain like this.
But complaints were complaints. After hearing this, Zhou Gulan showed a trace of weirdness on his face, followed by a very bright smile. He was completely different from before, because there was a lot of fondness for his master in the tone of his wife's voice.
So I immediately added a sentence.
"But this also indirectly shows that Master is also very charming. People who concentrate on one thing are very handsome."
"Don't talk about your master. Your master doesn't have much to do now. His main focus is on you children. He rarely even accepts cross talk shows and tours.
Maybe he will start again next year. He always plans well, either taking a year off or working for a year."
"Well, thank you, Master. Now I know what I want to do. No matter what, I have to do a small special performance in the drum music club first. After that, I will try my best to become a role like Master.
Master also said that there are too many old drum music artists in this era, but there are only a handful of young actors who are popular. Now I want to be that one."
With a pair of sparkling eyes, Zhou Gulan decided to become popular on her own. She really had no idea of being popular before. How could a child who had never been out of society have such thoughts?
Besides, my thinking has always been limited to the drum music club.
In the drum music club, she can already receive applause and applause, and some people even call her by name.
I think I have no desire anymore.
However, as time passed, she began to feel confused, and now she realized that she was unwilling to just perform in a small theater, and wanted to be like her master.
You can know yourself everywhere.
Because Jiaoer wants to be popular all over the country.
"Hoo~~"
Having found his goal and the confidence to become a corner character, Zhou Gulan exhaled and suddenly hugged his wife, who was chewing an apple.
"Master's wife, I love you."
Song Yi was inexplicable. As soon as he took a bite of the apple, she hugged his neck and said, "Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Prepare yourself well. Let me finish this first."
"Okay, I'm going to the side curtain."
As soon as he got up and took a nap, Zhou Gulan disappeared.
Song Yi was speechless. The girl was completely different. There were too many changes.
But what she doesn't know is that she has also changed too much. As a wife and mother, the gentleness hidden in her body is also revealed in front of her children.
She is also like a teacher's wife, who can start to answer children's questions.
However, the habit of gluttony has not changed at all. After finishing an apple, he still focused on the next one.
In this way, the performance of the Drum Music Club continues.
For the first performance, the second performance, and the third performance, students all came on stage one by one.
Although the students are young at the moment, they have shown a lot of their charm and potential. Perhaps in the future, they will really become the backbone of drum music.
After all, the old artists are too old, and they may leave a lot in just ten years. Once they leave, drum music will definitely be in dire straits.
Therefore, Deyun's drum music club and drum music class have actually done a lot of things.
And when the scene continues, and when Zhou Gulan saves the bottom.
The two hundred or so young and old men in the audience began to make some noise.
There are many people who affectionately call her Lan Lan. The drum music club has been open for such a long time, and some people come here every week. It is impossible that they are not familiar with Zhou Gulan.
Listen to the shouts of the audience.
Zhou Gulan, who was beautifully dressed, remained unmoved and only responded with her own smile, remembering that drum music performances back then were more lively than today, and even happened every day.
Nowadays, almost only Deyun Drum Club is receiving attention from the society.
"Today I will sing for you a piece of Bai Pai Jingyun drum "Zhen'e Stabs the Tiger"!"
The voice fell.
Zhou Gulan glanced at the band teachers, among whom there was Wu Lijuan beside the stage. Wu Lijuan responded to Lan Lan's strange smile, played the pipa in her hand, and started accompaniment with the teachers.
Zhou Gu Lan immediately started playing drums.
When the drum kit came out, her mind was burning. It was very difficult to hold a small concert. She had to be popular first. Only when she was popular could things go smoothly.
Even if you open a small cross talk show, it may take several years to attract a group of its own audience.
Just like Yue Yunpeng, his first solo show was in 2007, and he came to Deyun Society in 2004. It took three years to open one based on the accumulated popularity.
But it's just a small theater.
Zhou Gulan has only been performing in the Drum Club for about a year at best, but she has already done very well. Today, she still has 200 people at her end.
It is enough to show that her talent and strength have been recognized by young and old men in Tianjin.
Taking a deep breath suddenly, Zhou Gulan's expression changed and he sang.
"The flowery moon and the spring breeze do not roll up the curtains, in the bridal chamber, in the gold tent, in front of the lamp on the bed ~
A tiger, he urges wise men to enter the tent, wishing that King Xiang and the goddess would meet in Wushan~
…”
Word by word, the clean singing voice is singing a story to the audience. Drum music is not just for listening to the music, the story inside is also what people pay attention to.
Then combining them is a method of artistic realization.
For the sake of mere expression techniques, it may seem absurd to pass it on from generation to generation, but this is the long-lasting spiritual flow of Chinese culture.
…
"Lanlan, one more!!"
"Today's savings are so good. How soon will I call your master together? I haven't seen him recently."
"I haven't seen you for a while. Call me Master."
The audience's voices rang out and their support was visible to the naked eye. As for the master, Zhou Gulan could only give a simple response. She didn't know how soon he would come to perform at the Drum Club again.
However, she still had to finish her performance. She immediately walked around slightly in a long skirt and asked the host behind the curtain for the time. After asking, she turned around and came back for an encore.
When she returned to the stage, her energy and spirit were not weakened at all.
Young people are very energetic.
Like the rising sun.
So after a while, the strings sounded, and the singing followed.
But time passed very quickly, and drum music couldn't be like cross talk, with endless chatting at the end, so at 10:30, after listening to a large section of Zhou Gulan's encore.
The audience left satisfied.
She was indeed very satisfied. Zhou Gulan showed her voice and talent and was the best among the students.
But just after the performance, she didn't even have time to take a break, and she didn't even have time to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead, so she immediately found the teacher's wife.
"Master's wife, Master's wife, please make a video call with Master. I've finished saving today!"
"I know, look how excited you are."
After finally finishing his savings, Zhou Gulan wanted to tell Master immediately that he would have no problem saving for the youth team.
In this way, he can worry less about the youth team in the future and can take care of it himself.
However, when I called the video, I found that Master's side was even more lively than theirs.
There was a lot of talking.
"Master, where are you?"
Looking at the master on the screen, Zhou Gulan tilted her head to make the master curious.
Qi Yuncheng was backstage at the theater at the moment. Logically speaking, they were going to watch something tonight, but unexpectedly they took a car to another cross talk theater.
They are also familiar with this cross talk theater because it was harvested by Gao He of the Crane family.
Gao Hecai is no longer in Deyun, so he left Deyun and came to Shanghai to run a small cross talk garden.
Business was good, but his departure was unlike those of others.
They are serious about doing things on their own without any contradiction.
I just want to start my own business.
Very solid.
So even though he left, he still had a good relationship with Deyun's former senior brothers in private. Now that the master is here again, he is very surprised.
I quickly took a photo with my master and senior brother and posted it on my meager account.
When he heard that Deyunshe wanted to open a branch here, he had no bad thoughts at all. You must know that opening a branch in Shanghai would be a bit of a steal from him.
If you are an average peer, you have to find faults.
But Gao Hecai didn't think so and took the initiative to help analyze which piece of land would be suitable.
Because he believes that it is a good thing for Deyun Club to open here, so that he can get closer to the actors of Deyun Club in the future and even interact in a small theater.
Will your side become more popular by then?
A win-win situation, not so much intrigue.
Besides, since he is his master, leaving Deyun does not mean that the master-disciple relationship does not exist.
Completely different from those two.
Looking at this strange little theater, Qi Yuncheng turned back to look at his eldest girl, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
"Master, I saved the money today and completed it without any mistakes."
"Really?" Qi Yuncheng recalled that Lanlan had a performance task today and nodded, "Very good, you can be the captain of the youth team in the future."
"It's still early to be a captain, but master, tell me if I can become a player in the future, like you."
It's a big girl's problem to behave when she gets an advantage. Qi Yuncheng was speechless, but he didn't mention her this time. It is true that there are too few roles in drum music now.
Even the mistresses and the others are not actors in the sense of being, they are just famous drummers.
It's not that difficult for today's drum performers to be praised as the actors they were back then.
More amazing skills are needed.
It requires the ability to bring up the industry on your own.
Only by doing this can you become a leading figure in this era.
After all, the industry is too difficult. It’s not like cross talk. If you just give it a thumbs up, you’ll be a small player.
Although Qi Yuncheng is creating a bit of a buzz and is a bit of a minor player in drum music, he knows that he will not become a real actor in drum music because his major is cross talk.
It is impossible for God to make people succeed in every industry, and it is the same for him, but he will not give up publicity either.
Then the task can only be handed over to this little girl who got the advantage and behaved well.
She is on the right track.
"Maybe one day, maybe one day your words Zhou Gulan will be known to the whole of Tianjin, and then to the whole country."
"Hehe, is that right?"
Suddenly, Zhou Gulan felt ashamed. She didn't expect the master to really answer, and was a little caught off guard. It seemed like he had been talking about her before.
"Okay, you can go back early tonight. How will you go back?"
"I'll drive, husband." Song Yi continued next to him, his tone full of confidence in himself.
She was confident, but Qi Yuncheng was not, so he could only say more, "Be careful, it's late at night."
"That's it, I have to go home early. It's already past ten o'clock now."
The phone hangs up.
Qi Yuncheng turned around and looked at the small garden. After thinking about the girl's future, he started chatting with the crowd there with a smile. Luan Yunping also came tonight. He came to see Gao Hecai, mainly to talk about his experiences.
Although Gao Hecai can open a small garden by himself and has considerable experience now, Luan Yunping will be Vice President Luan in the future, so he will have many solutions to some problems.
Not to mention managing payroll.
So I stayed here until very late before going back to the hotel.
The management of a small theater is not easy, even Deyunshe is very cautious.
There was even a time when actors used money from commercial performances to support some theaters.
But just when Qi Yuncheng went back to the hotel room to take a shower and rest for a while, a video call suddenly came over.
The video call at this time can only be made by my wife, Lan Lan, but aren't they on the highway?
What else is going on?
I picked up the phone subconsciously and found a cute little face revealed.
Xixi seemed to be sleeping, but woke up midway. Wearing blue pajamas, she came out of the living room to ask her grandma for a tablet, and then sleepily made a video call to her father.
Looking at her sleeping face, Qi Yun Chengdu felt funny.
"What's wrong, girl? Why are you calling me if you don't sleep?"
"dad!"
"Um."
"How long will it take for dad to come back?"
"I'll be back tomorrow."
"Then Xixi can see her father when she opens her eyes?" Xixi sat on the sofa with a tablet, her two big eyes trying hard to keep her eyes open. She woke up in the middle of her sleep, but she wasn't sleepy.
It’s incredible that I can continue to play videos.
"It's a bit difficult to see dad as soon as you open your eyes, but it's possible to see dad as soon as you take a nap." Qi Yuncheng said.
"Xi Xi, do you want to open your eyes?"
"Yes, open your eyes twice."
"Xi Xi went to bed. Xi Xi dreamed of her father, so she made a video call to her father."
"Be good, go to sleep."
The innocence and cuteness of children is always the most fun. Then Xixi turned off the video with a click of her hand and fell asleep.
Qi Yuncheng also stretched himself by the hotel bed. He was very happy today.
I recorded a program in the morning, went shopping with Master in the afternoon, ate hot pot with Dalin in the evening, and went to the small garden to check out and decide which piece of land to choose.
It’s almost time to catch up with Mr. Yu’s day.
However, just as he turned off the lights and lay down, another video call suddenly came.
"Is it possible that my wife and the others have arrived home? It must have been too soon."
When I took the phone over, a cute little face suddenly appeared.
"What's wrong, my dear? Can you sleep tonight?"
"Xi Xi still has something to say."
"Tell me, it's late at night."
"Xixi wants to eat something delicious."
"Well, eat. I'll buy it for you tomorrow."
After receiving her father's response, the little girl stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and yawned. After yawning, she felt dizzy before speaking.
"Xixi is really going to sleep this time."
"Don't pretend to sleep. Hurry up. You can see dad tomorrow."