"In addition, some people also like to go to the theater."
"Play?" Shi Fukuan asked from the side.
"correct!"
After finishing the extra work, Qi Yuncheng finally got into his real work and stretched out his fingers to count slowly.
"Peking Opera, Ping Opera, Bangzi, and various local operas! Our country is a big country with hundreds of operas. It is not easy for opera artists to sing, recite, and perform."
"Are you particular?"
"Oops!" Qi Yun Chengdu sighed after realizing how difficult this profession is, "It's also important to be careful on your body and in your mouth to protect your throat.
He is a serious opera singer.
Don’t eat it if it’s cold!”
"This is?"
"Afraid of being excited!"
"Protect your throat!"
"I won't eat anything salty because I'm afraid it will be pickled."
"Um!"
"Don't eat it if it's too sweet, for fear of eating it!"
After hearing these few words, Shi Fukuan kept chatting next to him, then turned around and sighed, "Look at how exquisite it is."
"In fact, if you use scissors to cut off the ends of a big piece of rice, you have to twist it."
"Is it that fine?"
"Afraid of getting pricked."
"Oh!" Even though he knew that the child was deliberately exaggerating, the master still showed a look of sudden realization.
And heard here.
At this moment.
Shi Shengjie and Yu Kuizhi, who were in the front row of the audience, knew best, so the corners of their mouths were raised.
They knew it all too well, because both of them had good voices.
We also pay great attention to this aspect.
Needless to say about the latter.
Don't look at the former because of his age, but Mr. Shishengjie's voice is really not bad, and he is soft and gentle when he speaks.
But I also dressed up and sang in many Peking operas, all of which were very delicious.
One of his pieces, "Let Xuzhou", has been heard by many people, and Ping Opera is also something he loves to learn and sing.
It is precisely because they both love the quintessence of China that they are so close to talents in the cross talk and opera industries.
After all, folk arts are not divided into different genres.
Of course, it’s an exaggeration to twist the ends of rice.
Moreover, I don’t know how this child came up with this weird operation.
"Everyone!"
On the stage right now.
Qi Yuncheng respectfully extended his hand to his master, "If you have a chance, you can watch my master eat.
Two ounces of steamed buns were placed inside.
The most valuable thing is that neither of these two steamed buns can touch the other."
"Huo!" Shi Fukuan really couldn't listen anymore. As soon as he touched his neck, "I guess my throat can be opened to traffic."
"There is also an old senior in our folk art circle, Mr. Liu Baoquan, who sings Beijing-style drums!"
This name comes out.
Not to mention the elderly.
Anyone who knows more about folk art knows him.
He is truly a famous actor.
"This gentleman almost doesn't eat meat. He mainly eats vegetarian food. Occasionally, he likes to eat meat.
Take that beef soup and stew spinach."
"Then we still eat vegetarian food?"
"That's right, just protect your throat to this extent. And cut a piece of pear before going to bed!"
Stretching out his hand, Qi Yuncheng gestured to the feeling of the falling knife, "Cut a big pear into a piece, hold it in your mouth, and spit it out when you wake up in the morning.
This pear slice is black."
"Why is it black?" Shi Fukuan asked smoothly.
Touching his chest, Qi Yuncheng explained, "It just sucks out all the lung fire and phlegm fire."
“So particular!”
"And I've tried it."
Speaking of this, Shi Fukuan was very interested. He looked at the child and said, "You have been here too, so what about this voice?"
"Not working!!"
"Yeah?"
"Put a piece of pear in your mouth before going to bed, lie down to sleep, and when you open your eyes in the morning." Qi Yuncheng groaned with a bitter expression, and subconsciously said, "Why not?"
"Gone?"
"Yeah, what's going on? I finally tried it for three days, and then my brother who walked the dog said it didn't work."
"how?"
"You clench your teeth when you sleep, but you chew them just lying there."
"Then let's eat it." After Shi Fukuan understood, he said.
"But this reminded me." Qi Yuncheng stretched out two fingers and gestured, "I immediately bought two kilograms of pears and cut them into slices before going to bed.
A large plate.
Put it on the bedside.
Tell my brother not to sleep."
"What for?" Shi Fukuan asked.
"Give me more of this pear! As soon as I chew it, you can take a piece. If you follow it, there will always be a piece left."
"Okay!" Shi Fukuan was also happy and nodded, "This is pushing down!"
"When I woke up the next morning, I opened my eyes!"
He chirped again. Qi Yuncheng, who was behind the microphone, had an expression on his face because he realized that there was nothing in his mouth. Then he turned sideways and shouted in the direction.
"Get up, what's going on? You don't support my work."
Shi Fukuan tilted his head, looked at the child next to him and asked, "Is this going to continue?"
"Yeah, why didn't you renew it for me?"
After saying this, Qi Yuncheng pretended to be his younger brother and replied, "Go on, these two kilograms of pears will be added in five minutes!"
That’s all I got and a piece of cake was spared!”
"Good guy!! What's the matter with the hungry burps?"
Ha ha ha ha!
The baggage shook, and laughter rose from the entire studio again.
The audience gave a lot of applause at this time, which really felt good.
At the same time, many people spoke.
"Okay, this is a good baggage."
"It seems that I have performed on many stages and has enough experience."
"That's right, you are so young. Are you from the gentleman's group? Or have you ever participated in a cross talk competition?"
"I don't know, but the people you brought with you are no different."
…
One sentence after another.
Most of the people talking about it are viewers who have not paid much attention to Deyun.
Even if they knew Deyun, they only looked at Guo Degang and Yu Qian.
Naturally, the disciples didn’t understand whoever they were performing or performing in business.
But there were also people who knew about Qi Yuncheng, but they didn't say much because they knew what the actor was capable of from the moment he came on stage.
In laughter.
Qi Yuncheng sighed helplessly, "I thought I would just leave it like this. I won't be able to become a master! After all, it's not easy to sing an opera. You have to sing, read, and fight on stage.
There are a lot of words alone.”
Shi Fukuan nodded, "This is ability."
"But sometimes the audience is not easy to serve, because there are very professional audiences who are very knowledgeable and can listen to the energy, size, and what is good and what is bad.
If you make a subconscious omission, the audience will hear it.
Of course there are also laymen.
When I was a kid in Tianjing, I would see these people wherever I could in front of the Tianjing Theater."
"Yeah?"
"For example, the old lady who went to the theater in the past was not as educated as she is now! It would be fun to have three old ladies sitting together guessing and hacking together."
"Still guessing?"
"The widow who sings horses opens a shop, and there are three old ladies sitting under her. One of them understands."
Come as you say.
Qi Yuncheng raised his body slightly, and then imitated the old lady's eyes and movements, looking up while talking.
"Come on~~ Let me tell you, this scene is called Widow Ma opening a shop. This woman's surname is Ma. The man died, so she is called Widow Ma!"
"Oh! Isn't this nonsense!" Shi Fukuan couldn't help complaining again.
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[I was cooking just now and was delayed. Don’t worry, the promise won’t change!!] This chapter has been completed!