Yao Yuan got up from the wooden bed in the small hotel and felt very comfortable.
If your waist is not good, you must sleep on a hard bed. Although he is young and healthy now, he can do somersaults with his waist and horse in one position, but he must pay attention to his health maintenance in the morning and not in the evening.
After breakfast, I wandered to the place my uncle mentioned, a small square.
Holding a banner, it looked like it was a holiday performance put on by the local cultural center. It was the cheapest stage, the kind that makes a loud bang when you step on it. The sound equipment and everything else were in good condition. The old man and Sun Jianjun were guarding the stage.
Yao Yuan went over to say hello, glanced around a few times, and asked, "Who is there today?"
"They are all local literary and art groups in Tong County. We also invited two cross talk performers from the city's folk art troupe."
"Is the city's performing arts troupe here?"
"It would be great to have a place to perform. Do you think it's as prosperous as it was in the 1980s? Now everyone is gone. If it weren't for policies, it would have become obsolete a long time ago."
Sun Jianjun did his duty conscientiously. No matter how big the performance was, he had to watch it until the end. He yawned and said: "Who, ha...who is listening to cross talk now?"
Yao Yuan bought a bottle of drinks and waited with them. The old uncle had already smoked Zhongnanhai, and he hesitated to speak, but never asked.
He knew what his eldest nephew wanted to do, but he just didn't understand it, so he didn't ask.
This stage is cheap and well-equipped. There is a large backboard with red cloth on both sides. It can be used as both a background and a backstage. The waiting actors are waiting behind the board.
After a while, only the roar of gongs and drums, the blast of firecrackers, twenty or thirty idlers gathered, and the performance began. Colorful costumes, red faces, and a unique style of music that combines folklore and Western style, it is indeed a township-level literature and art
group.
After performing several shows, the host announced in less than standard Mandarin: "Welcome Guo Degang and Yu Qian, two crosstalk actors from the Municipal Folk Art Troupe, to bring us "White Matters"!"
"Whoosh!"
Almost no one applauded.
I saw two people coming out from the backstage, wearing long coats, one was a fat little black guy with a parted hair, and the other was a fat little white guy who was soft and rich.
The two of them stood on the stage, and Balabala began to speak.
"..."
Yao Yuan listened for a few minutes and shook his head secretly. He has not yet reached his peak. He will become famous two years later!
After that, he rolled his sleeves and went down the mountain.
HE...TUI!
By the way, at this stage in 2001, Deyun Club was still called the Beijing Cross Talk Conference, and the team had taken shape. Zhang Wenshun, Li Jing, and Xing Wenzhao were all there. He Yunwei was also there, but he did not officially become his disciple. Guo Degang invited Fan Zhenyu to come out and mainly partner with him.
Fan Zhenyu, who previously partnered with Gao Yingpei, said in "Fishing" that his mother would give him three sugar cookies...
At the same time, Guo Degang was spotted by a Beijing-based folk art troupe and was seconded. In fact, he was a temporary worker. They used the couple's household registration as bait to trick him into performing in the countryside.
It was said that cross talk requires a partner, so the folk art troupe called back Yu Qian, who had been idle for ten years, and asked you two to play together.
As a result, the two began their career in the countryside, mainly targeting the people outside the Sixth Ring Road. The conditions in the countryside were poor, and sometimes there was no stage. Two tractors fighting against each other would be considered a stage.
We acted together for 2 years and became known as the kings of the suburbs, and their relationship was formed.
At this moment, after the performance of "White Matters" was finished, the applause was a little more sincere. The two of them went backstage, wiped their sweat, drank water, and couldn't leave because there were two more performances in the afternoon and evening.
They came by the group bus and had to follow the bus back. The reward for this day was about seventy or eighty yuan.
The two brothers were chatting when they suddenly saw two people coming in. One of them knew Sun Jianjun, the stage guy, and the other was fair and handsome, like a college student.
"Hello you two!"
Sun Jianjun cupped his hands, and the two men quickly stood up and cupped their hands too: "Hey, good, you worked hard today."
"You are the ones who have worked hard. If you can achieve this kind of effect under such conditions, you are all capable people."
Sun Jianjun said politely and pointed to Yao Yuan: "This is my nephew, a college student. He likes the cross talk between the two of you and wants to come over and have a chat."
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
Sun Jianjun walked away after building the bridge. Yao Yuan picked up a chair and sat down on his own. He said with a smile: "I'm presumptuous, but I really think you two said it well. I didn't listen to it just now."
Yu Qian is 32 this year and Guo Degang is 28, not much older. He hurriedly said: "You're welcome. Your coming to support us is our greatest encouragement."
"If it's good, it's good. Don't be modest. Where do you usually perform? I'd like to go and see it."
"Usually there is no fixed place in Cha Yuan Theater, but there are places like Zhonghe Theater and Guangde Building."
"Oh, the one in Dashilan?"
"That's right! Do you also like to listen to cross talk?"
"Listen, it's a pity that the cross talk nowadays is not good, especially the ones on TV."
"How to say?"
"In the 1990s, when the trend was developed and criticism was allowed, the cross talk and sketches were all good, each one was better than the last. Now that criticism is no longer allowed, it has become routine, like eight-legged essays."
"You can't say that, TV still has a promotional effect."
"It has a promotion effect, but now the effect is small, and it even has counter-effects. Everyone is constrained. However, those famous people only have a bowl of rice to eat, and they have to maintain this set of eight-legged essays. Crosstalk is useless!
In my opinion, when you can't find the way ahead, you might as well go back to where you started. If you can't find the way in cross talk now, you might as well go back to the Tea Garden Theater, that's where it started."
Ouch!
These words touched Lao Guo's heart.
He made three trips to the capital. At first he wanted to get into the mainstream cross talk world, but he didn't want to be a dog for others. He was forced to go to the teahouse and theater. Do you think he was willing to suffer this?
Of course, when I became famous later, I started a movement and called for cross talk to return to theaters..."
Moreover, the dragon slayer eventually became an evil dragon, and Lao Guo finally became the kind of person he criticized at the beginning, and Deyun Society became a fan of the special mother.
Talking back to this meeting, Yao Yuan Balabala's success made the other party forget his age and identity. After chatting for a long time, he got to the topic: "Actually, there is one more thing. My classmates and I are planning to build a small website..."
"Website? Oh the Internet, high tech!"
"..."
Yao Yuan rolled his eyes, why is the website so high-tech?
He continued: "It mainly introduces the places to eat, drink and have fun in Beijing. I just heard your cross talk was good, so I wanted to promote it online to let more and more people know about it."
"Oh, do you want advertising fees?"
Lao Guo is concerned about money.
"No, no, just tell me the performance information."
"But we don't have a fixed place."
"It's okay, just use the name of a cross talk conference. Also, if it's convenient for you, give me a few free tickets every month, and I'll help you gain some popularity."
"this……"
Lao Guo pondered, it doesn't matter if it's posted online, but he can't decide on the ticket giveaway. After all, everyone earns the ticket money together.
Yao Yuan was more direct, saying: "Let me put it bluntly, if your venue is full, I would be asking for complimentary tickets, but you only have less than ten people in each venue, so you use complimentary tickets to gain some popularity, and people will listen."
I think it’s good, I might come again next time.”
"This is called propaganda." Yu Qian held a cigarette.
"how much do you need?"
"Not many, three or four for each game."
"I have to go back and discuss it."
"Okay, let's leave our contact information."
Lao Guo didn't have a mobile phone, so he left a pager number. When he asked where he would live in Daxing, he rented a courtyard. His girlfriend Wang Huigang eloped over and said that he would lose money in cross talk and relied on daily odd jobs to make ends meet.
Tsk tsk!
Yao Yuan waved his sleeves this time, saying that he is not yet ready to become famous, so he will wait two years before becoming famous!