Chapter 122 Has she participated in Dream of Red Mansions?
Finished receiving the last wave of gifts in today’s theater.
Qi Yuncheng returned to the backstage first. Although Song Yi was here, it was enough to make him puzzled, but it was still far less important than his own system.
As soon as I sat down backstage, I didn’t even take off my coat and started looking around.
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Ten years!
Storytelling!
Hearing this, Qi Yuncheng was startled, and his expression was a bit intriguing. It was very simple, that is, he didn't know how to do it at all.
Even since joining Deyun, he has never performed storytelling once.
So when this person comes unexpectedly, how can he be as happy as before?
It is equivalent to making a Man-Han banquet for you if you have a small appetite. You will have to wait until some time.
Of course, it is impossible to say that there was no contact.
I also grew up in theater, and have heard cross talk, stand-up, and storytelling, but that's just what I've heard.
Then there was no more.
Master even taught me a lesson when I was young and never said anything again.
Because storytelling is much more difficult than cross talk.
For apprentices who are not specialized in this field, understanding it is enough.
Sitting at the coffee table backstage, Qi Yuncheng sighed. It would be good if this was changed to opera.
If he really switched to opera, he estimated that he would be able to reach a certain level by studying for a while.
But it’s really difficult to review books.
Because in the storytelling industry, the books are as big as the people are.
The old man travels all over the country, and his books are as big as the city of Yanjing, but the young people really only know a little bit.
Even if the scholar memorizes it, it is no different from reading a newspaper.
Therefore, he has never received systematic experience until now and knows that he has no foundation.
After you really learn it, you will probably still know a lot more that you don’t understand.
But just when Qi Yun was in trouble, several senior brothers sat down beside him. It seemed that they had all taken off their coats and came to drink water.
However, Luan Yunping came over mysteriously and wanted to say a few more words.
"Yuncheng, I wonder if I was wrong just now?"
"What's wrong?"
Qi Yuncheng turned around and said curiously.
"I took another look at the girl who gave you a gift after the party just now, and found that she looked a little familiar."
"Really?"
Qi Yuncheng was surprised. He didn't know how he looked familiar, so he asked again, "Have you seen him somewhere?"
Luan Yunping shook her head, "I've definitely never seen her before, but I feel like she has acted in Li Shaohong's version of "A Dream of Red Mansions"?
I was watching it before!
So I have a little impression.
And if it’s really her, that’s amazing enough. When you went to the side curtain just now, she seemed to have been looking at you.
It was that look that I noticed."
Speaking of this, Qi Yuncheng really admired his eyes, he could recognize him like this.
Because in 2009, Song Yi actually participated in that version of Dream of Red Mansions.
Then play the role of Xiangling inside.
It is also her first role!
However, he was too lazy to elaborate and deliberately replied, "Really? I didn't notice it."
"I don't know for sure. Without a comparison, I'm not sure. Maybe I got the wrong person."
Luan Yunping said vaguely, after all, how could he stare at this girl? Seeing that Qi Yuncheng, who was the closest, didn't understand, he simply didn't mention it.
Directly changing the topic, "Yuncheng, did something happen?
Your expression looks a little bad now?
Did someone make a mistake in their performance?"
"Hey, no, I'm just tired and take a rest! Now hurry up and call Master and the others. I guess they have just finished the performance."
"Yeah! I almost forgot about this."
While the two were talking, they picked up their mobile phones and called Master and the others. The call was for a video. They waited until the call was connected.
Good guy.
A familiar big face suddenly appeared on the phone screen. When this big face saw Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping, it laughed.
"Are you surprised? I didn't expect you to call me via video. The performance has just finished, and we are about the same.
Today is quite lively.
The seats are full.
How are you doing?"
Who else could have answered the call? It was Mr. Hou who was sitting leisurely in the background.
Qi Yuncheng looked at him and said, "It's not bad. It's quite successful. Where are my master and uncle? What are they doing?"
"I went to the restroom. Fortunately, this time the actor's restroom and the audience's restroom were not the same, otherwise I would have met people taking pictures again.
There may even be some who stay in a dormitory."
As soon as Mr. Hou mentioned this.
The two people watching the video didn’t know what to say.
No matter who tells him, he likes to think about these fun things.
But when Master showed up later, the atmosphere became much more serious, because a group of fellow disciples had to report on the performance.
Such as performance atmosphere and audience feedback.
These are things you need to refer to so that you can improve your performance and theater rhythm next time.
But Guo Degang couldn't care less about this when he was backstage at Tianjing. When he saw these children, he was extremely happy.
To his surprise, he discovered through his mobile phone that his apprentice Qi Yuncheng didn't seem so happy.
So I just sighed.
"Hey, Master, is there anything going on in the theater today? The sesame cakes next to you are as happy as a fool. You see something wrong."
Since Master mentioned it, Qi Yuncheng might as well say it.
"Master, today's session is over, but I have some problems here. Are you free tomorrow?"
Guo Degang held the phone and did not speak immediately. He turned his eyes to the side and asked the Marquis for the time before responding.
"You have time tomorrow. You can come to me at any time. But it's getting late now. You should go back and rest early. We estimate that we won't arrive in Yanjing until midnight."
"Hmm!"
"That's it, no more words. The Marquis still wants to eat, so he has to get someone to buy it quickly. No more words, bye!"
Hang up the phone.
The group of brothers who were watching backstage at the Palace of Nationalities also dispersed in an instant, but Shaobing asked a question.
"Master Hou and the others have all gone to have supper. Can I eat today? I am indeed a little hungry now!"
See the sesame cakes.
Qi Yuncheng looked up and down and found that he had indeed lost a little weight, but not much, but he didn't stop him this time.
It’s true that the performance took a long time, so I’m probably hungry.
But I still wanted to be wary of Xiaoyue's situation, so I told her more, "Okay, let's all go, but don't eat too much! Good guy, a group of people in Deyun can't control their mouths."
"Don't worry, how can we really risk ourselves to death! We are not Xiaoyue, let's go, I will lead the way, and we will eat at the food stalls.