The more Xiao Fubao watched, the more excited he became, and he clapped his hands in excitement.
Sang Mizhou silently put her cup further away to prevent her from touching it.
The performer on the stage stood up with a forward somersault, put the golden hoop in his hand on the ground, jumped his legs, stepped on the middle of the stick, and stood firmly on it.
Place your other hand in front of your forehead, as if looking into the distance.
It really looks like Sun Wukong.
The eyes of several little Zaizai lit up, and even Ji Xiaoheng, who had always been quiet, became visibly excited when he saw this scene.
He is a little boy after all.
Who doesn't like Sun Wukong?
"good!"
"good!"
Everyone couldn't help but stand up and cheer for him.
Not to mention the weight of the equipment on his body, just standing on the golden cudgel is difficult to achieve.
As the saying goes, it takes ten years of hard work off stage and one minute on stage. If you want to achieve this state, you don't know how much hard work and injuries you have to spend, just to continue this traditional culture.
[Oh my God, this is so shocking! When the last scene came out just now, I almost cried!]
[This is the quintessence of the Chinese nation! This performer is great! I will definitely go and support it if I have the chance!]
[It’s really not easy to do this, and it’s even more difficult to practice to this level. This master really likes this, I admire him so much.]
"Thank you." The performer's breath was still a little unsteady, and he bowed to the people below.
"Congratulations to our little Fubao for choosing our real performer! Now everyone has the right to ask a question to our performer."
Ji Xiaoheng, who had never been very active, blurted out at this moment: "How many years did it take you to practice to this level?"
When he asked questions, his eyes seemed to sparkle.
This was the first time Ji Yucheng saw his son with such an expression.
The performer on the stage took a breath and replied: "It has been 26 years since I started learning monkey opera."
After he finished speaking, the audience burst into applause.
Several people admired this kind of performer from the bottom of their hearts, which was much harder than making money on ordinary days.
"Uncle, do you like singing?" Jiang Yu asked softly.
"I like it." The performer replied without hesitation, "When I was a child, I grew up watching my grandfather sing in operas. The first time I saw the opera, I was shocked by the performers on the stage. From that time on, I made up my mind.
I want to stand on the stage too!”
"Although my dad can't understand why I want to do this industry, he said that other people's children all want to fly into the sky, but I like to be a monkey and run around on the ground."
He smiled bitterly: "I just want to prove to him that a monkey can soar into the sky!"
"Okay! That's great!" Song Nanchen couldn't restrain his excitement and clapped.
The performer looked at him gratefully and smiled happily.
As long as there is one person who can understand him, he will continue to perform.
Several people finished asking their questions one after another.
In the end, only Xiao Fubao was left without asking.
Xiao Fubao looked at his slightly trembling legs from several meters away and said slowly: "Uncle, does your leg hurt?"
Tell the truth in one sentence.
Everyone's eyes turned to his slightly trembling right leg.
Because his leg is the one standing on the golden cudgel, it will definitely be easily injured in the long run.
Although he tried his best to hide it, they still saw through it.