Crosstalk: There is no big or small thing on stage, but there is a new tomb offstage Chapter 241 Dagu performance, how come all the people you brought here are cross talk students!
Chapter 241 Dagu performance, how come all the people you brought here are cross talk students!
"Welcome, how am I welcomed?"
Qi Yuncheng really didn't understand what kind of riddle Song Yi was telling, but when he saw her little expression, how could he not understand?
Are you jealous?
But he just came here, how could he deserve to make her jealous?
After all, he didn't hear those girls talking, so it's normal that he doesn't understand.
But at this time, Wang Hui's friend watched Song Yi chatting about some messy things.
When it was confirmed that she was really not engaged in folk art, I finally gave up the idea of singing drums for her.
Otherwise, we can arrange a place for her later.
After all, Wang Hui will definitely give face to the children she knows.
After that, a group of people were waiting for today’s special performance of Jingyun Dagu at Lao She Tea House.
During this process, Qi Yuncheng discovered that most of the girls in the background were still students, and they were listening to the conversation between the wife and the teacher.
I can find out that it is a drama school, and then I can come here to participate in an internship or something.
As for the person who saved the money, it was a highly qualified old gentleman, none other than Wang Hui’s own master, Mr. Li Shusheng.
Otherwise, why would you come here today?
And you have to call them?
However, seeing school students here reminded Qi Yuncheng of something, because Deyun seemed to be recruiting students in 2011.
He even remembered that Deyun would be cooperating with the school soon, and students who entered the Deyun Study Club would have literary jobs.
Of course you have to pay, because you study in this school, which is very formal, and the school collects the money.
Think of this.
Qi Yuncheng had an idea to join in the fun.
But as soon as his eyes changed, Zhang Yunlei came over. His energy level was obviously very unsuitable for this, and he was out of shape the whole time.
"Yuncheng, this, this is about to take the stage.
It’s so fast that I don’t know how to do it.
The key is that it’s not Deyun’s place yet, let alone something she’s not familiar with.”
It is impossible for Zhang Yunlei not to complain, because there is really no way to reach a certain level.
Although he knew that Deyun would feel uncomfortable if he was there, he could only say this.
But he immediately said, "Yuncheng, please teach me. The more nervous you are, the less likely you are to find the rhyme of the Jingyun drum."
"Okay, what do you sing today?"
""Send Qingwen"!"
"This is familiar, so why don't you sing a few words that you are not sure about?"
"Yeah!" Zhang Yunlei really has nothing to be embarrassed about at the moment. If he is embarrassed backstage, he will be even more embarrassed on the stage.
"Rain hits~~pear blossoms~~fall all over the pavilion~"
When Qi Yuncheng came out of this sentence and stood backstage, he could feel that he was on a business trip. He had already learned the bass drum and had never broken a piece. In addition, his experience in the system has improved him a lot.
But the problem at this moment is not the skill and charm of Jingyun Dagu.
It’s about singing skills.
So he immediately said, "You are too nervous. You didn't even make a sound, the breath was stuck in your throat.
Master also said that in the folk art industry, regardless of whether your voice is good or not, the use of breath is very important.
Even when I speak, I use my breath."
"Then how should I sing?"
Qi Yuncheng didn't waste any time and gave him a few words on the spot.
But this way.
It's impossible not to pay attention to Wang Hui and the others who are chatting enthusiastically, because if you sing to a certain level, it will give people a slightly amazing feeling when you listen to it.
So the eyes came.
"Wang Hui, this kid is a good singer, isn't he? He's also a crosstalk guy? By the way, when I think about it, he seems to be a little bit popular."
"Yes, but I also majored in cross talk."
Saying this again, this person was really speechless and complained directly, "I also teach at Yanjing Opera School.
In today’s special session, I thought you were going to show it to the teacher and a few students.
Well, they are all students of cross talk."
Wang Hui himself was helpless, "I did this first, but my children know it, and I have been learning it for several years."
"In that case."
The teacher surnamed Li suddenly came up with an idea, "Then let that child come up and sing. Anyway, all the old audiences are here today.
And there are a lot of students, No, some of those over there come to perform and watch and learn."
Follow your gaze.
Wang Hui did see a few female students, but this also made her indirectly think of something, that is, they also have students in Deyun.
But it is completely different from these children.
Because they are not an independent organization at all.
It is a place where they organize themselves to learn cross talk. Some of the facilities and conditions may not be as good as those of these schools.
There are comparisons between people, even Wang Hui. It really aroused her consideration.
But just as she was thinking about it, she was suddenly awakened by this friend, "How is it?"
"I'm afraid this is not good. Neither the audience nor the actors are prepared."
"What's wrong? They are all your children anyway. Besides, don't think that I don't know that this child is very popular.
Add a little more fun!
Otherwise, the first three songs today are almost all sung by students, which is a bit dry.
Think I owe you a favor."
Now that we have talked about this, it is impossible for Wang Hui not to agree, "Okay, I will tell the child later, how long will it take?"
"It's time to return.
Almost after the second program."
"No problem."
"Then we've made an agreement, but I have to remind you that we must not let our teacher see it."
"Why, isn't this folk art show organized by him?"
"But we added it here to avoid being scolded by my husband. When I was a kid, I delayed for a minute or two, but I was scolded enough.
You can tell me that I am dishonest and careless."
"Yes, then try to hurry up."
Wang Hui smiled as he spoke and turned to look at Qi Yuncheng on the other side. This kid is indeed a bit popular, but he can still sing.
Anyway, he has learned the drums of all factions.
So I had to go over and talk to the child.
By saying this, Qi Yun Chengdu felt that this was overtime work for him, but it was impossible for his wife's friend to refuse.
Naturally, I agreed.
And not much time.
Accompanied by the applause of the audience at Lao She Teahouse, the drum performance has begun.
However, there is still something special about the He Deyun Theater stage.
That is, there is a very festive large curtain behind the stage. There is a small door on the left side of the curtain. This small door is naturally blocked by the same fabric.
After this small curtain is opened, the host comes out from here.
"Thank you all for coming! Today is a music school drum performance at Lao She Teahouse, so there are many energetic children.
But not too much nonsense.
Let's invite the first actor to come on stage.
The first thing you will enjoy is the Jingyun drum "Send Qingwen"! The performer is Zhang Yunlei, and the accompanist is..."
After a while, the host named the accompanist teachers one by one.
Even after that, he had to say every time he announced the curtain, it was not because of repetition, but because of some teachers who sang the drum.
They all have their own accompanist teachers.
After all, you must be familiar with the accompaniment of the tune so that you can sing comfortably.
But at this time, Zhang Yunlei was behind the big curtain, holding his hand in fear. When he heard the voice, it was almost like a conditioned reflex. He got up from the chair and hurried to the small curtain.