Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi came over with their two children to visit their master and his wife.
As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, he shouted enthusiastically and rushed towards Guo Degang, who had been waiting for a long time.
Guo Degang was so happy that he couldn't even hold one in one hand, especially Xixi who had become heavy, making it difficult to pick him up.
"Come on, come on, there is delicious food here. I bought it for you. Do you like it?"
"like."
Guo De knew what his children loved so well that he had someone buy some things for them early in the morning, and now he just gave them to them.
I saw the two children happy.
The house gradually became lively.
Naturally, Guo Fenyang was also there. His body shape was among the fattest among the children. With this gene, he would gain weight no matter how much he ate.
However, he is a little younger than Xixi, and girls develop faster in the early stage.
So when there are a bunch of kids in a group, she is basically the king of the kids and often plays with them here and there.
While they were playing, the adults also gathered together to chat and talk.
It's almost lunch time.
After a while, Song Yi followed the mistress to the kitchen to work.
But when I saw my daughter going to the kitchen, Guo Degang was sitting at home looking most depressed.
Not many people came today, just a few of them had lunch together.
Yang Jiulang and Xiao Meng, who usually come here, are not here. They have a performance in the afternoon.
"I was worried about my daughter's cooking yesterday, but I didn't expect it to happen today."
Guo Degang spoke slowly, his voice very soft, for fear that a third person would hear him.
Qi Yuncheng was amused, "Master, are you still afraid?"
"It's not that I'm afraid, I'm afraid that it's too salty, and then I can't refute my daughter's face."
"Isn't that afraid?"
Qi Yuncheng directly exposed the master, but immediately said, "Don't worry, Song Yi's cooking skills are much better and he won't make such elementary mistakes anymore.
You also know that if you’ve done it a lot, you’ll be able to cook without having to talk too much.”
"I hope so."
Guo Degang was still worried about the taste of his daughter's food. Wang Hui looked like that at first, so one can imagine how bad it would be.
But we can't keep looking at the kitchen and chatting with Yuncheng to distract our attention.
What else can we talk about?
Theater, drum music club, etc.
Especially for the Guqu Club, they don't need to worry too much.
When they went to record, the tickets were all full.
In addition, there are some old gentlemen who specially take their children to study at their own homes. It is these children who are specially taken care of and have become good seedlings.
He seems to be a rising star in the drum music youth team.
In fact, not only his students are learning from the old gentleman, but Qi Yuncheng, who likes drum music, is also learning.
But his studies are different from those of students.
By learning cross talk on my own, I can play most drum songs, and if I have some basic skills, I will ask for advice from time to time backstage.
But no matter how much I ask for advice, it’s impossible to practice every drum piece I come into contact with to a certain extent.
If you really learn everything to a certain extent, you will never do anything else for the rest of your life.
I can only say that when I see my husband, I ask him a few words, and when he is not there, I listen to him on my own. I will be satisfied if I become more and more diligent.
Cross talk is just like that, you have to pretend to be everything, but it will basically not be better than professionals.
The energy is there.
At most there are one or two top-notch ones.
This is also the reason why I didn’t take Teacher Wen Aiyun’s advice in the first place. If you like it, you will definitely like it, but you must be professional to take the advice.
For this reason, he knew that even if he was the best drummer, Jingyun Dagu, he didn't do too much and left everything to Lanlan.
She will be professional in the future.
"How's it going? How do you plan to praise Lanlan in the future? If you want to praise Lanlan, it's time to do so. The students of the Drum Music Club are starting to get on the right track one by one."
The topic suddenly got here, and Guo De just asked.
Praising crosstalk actors is what Guo Degang does every year.
Even this year it was Zhang Jiuling and his couple.
As for the drummer, he couldn't do it and could only wait and see what Qi Yuncheng and Wang Hui planned to do.
But what else could Qi Yuncheng do? He was worried next to his master, "Singing drums with Lan Lan in his arms? That's right, right? She also wanted to talk about cross talk. It was all agreed by you."
Otherwise, you can praise her for her cross talk.
This year’s mandarin jacket will be given to her.”
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing the helpless look of his child, Guo Degang was extremely happy and couldn't stop laughing, "Girls are fun, so why don't you show her a lesson?"
Which small theater is fun? If you take her to play, what a big deal."
"I'm afraid that every time there is a first time, there will be a second time. From now on, I will talk about cross talk instead, and you still keep agreeing."
"No, children are actually very sensible and know what is important and what is light."
How could Qi Yuncheng not understand what the master said?
Lan Lan is indeed a very good child, he doesn't understand things, and he loves to play very much.
But just when the two men were chatting.
There was a sound from the kitchen.
"We're ready to eat. I've made several dishes."
Hearing her mother's voice, Xixi was the first to get excited, gave the toy to her brother, turned around and ran to the kitchen.
"Xixi, come and serve it, Xixi, come and serve it."
When it comes to serving dishes and eating, she is incredibly active.
It is precisely because of this that she is so cute. Guo De just saw her and his heart almost melted. She is such a cute little girl.
However, his expression changed in the next second.
"Good guy, how many dishes did my daughter cook? Yuncheng, you can do some cooking for me. How about you go over and take a look."
"OK."
Standing up helplessly, Qi Yuncheng went into the kitchen to find out how many dishes his wife had cooked.
When you go in, you will be stunned.
The master's wife happily said: "Today, in addition to the soup, the sweet and sour pork ribs were all made by my daughter."
"Ah? She did it all?"
Qi Yuncheng had to be shocked, knowing that he had made many of them.
Seeing her husband's expression, Song Yi took off her apron and said confidently: "Who are you looking down on? My wife taught me, I know how to do it, you know? And I tasted it, it tastes very good, my wife taught me step by step."
"Then can I try it first?"
"Try it."
Wang Hui brought a plate of food to her child, with a visible sense of accomplishment on her face, because it was not easy to teach her daughter this.
After tasting it, Qi Yuncheng really thought it was good.
Not like usual.
But telling the master would probably shock him, and he might not even believe it.
"Dad, give the food to Xixi, don't finish it alone."
While he was tasting it, the little girl at his feet suddenly said something anxious. Qi Yuncheng almost forgot about her and immediately handed over the plate of ribs to his wife.
"Be careful, don't drop it."
"Um."
After a while, Xixi started serving food to the family, and she looked like she was very good as soon as she served the food.
The others didn't waste any time and quickly prepared the meal.
But serving rice is Xixi’s job.
Stand next to the rice cooker with a bowl and a rice spoon.
"How much does Grandpa want to eat?"
"Just a small bowl will do. I'm not too hungry."
"OK."
Taking a spoon and scooping it up hard, Xixi took a small porcelain bowl and scooped a full bowl of white rice for her grandfather. Qi Yuncheng frowned strangely, wondering if his daughter was obedient.
"Here, grandpa! Only when you are full can you have strength."
"Okay, I'll listen to my granddaughter."
Guo Degang reached out to take it from the little girl's side. He felt sorry for her if he didn't finish it now. The little girl felt so considerate.
"Grandma, how much do you want?"
"You have to figure it out yourself. Don't burn your hands." Wang Hui saw Xixi's cuteness and it was impossible not to like it, but she was more worried about the rice falling on her little hands than liking it and burning her hands.
And with one scoop, Xixi also got a full bowl of rice for her grandma.
"Mom, how much do you want?"
"Don't ask, just scoop it up."
"good."
Xixi took the spoon and scooped out again. This time it was also a full bowl, but Xixi scooped out an extra spoonful of white rice for her mother on top of the full bowl.
"Xixi still understands mom!!" Song Yi smiled and took the bowl.
"Mom can eat better than Xixi."
"It's the same for you, don't talk about me."
Slowly, everyone's rice was served. It seemed like they were asking how much to scoop, but it was all in vain. Everyone's rice was about the same, including Jingjing.
How great is respectability?
As a sister, she really wants to support her brother to death.
Qi Yuncheng could only take the bowl and divide some. As soon as he divided it, Guo Fenyang gave it to him if he wanted. He could eat it, otherwise he would not be a fat man.
"Eat, eat."
It took a long time to prepare a full plate of rice. Wang Hui sat next to Xixi and quickly added meat and vegetables to the three children.
The mistress was quick to pick up the dishes, but Guo Degang was very slow. I don’t know which dish my daughter cooked.
Immediately ask the apprentice in a low voice.
"What did my daughter do?"
Qi Yuncheng didn't have any bad intentions this time. He told the truth, "Except for the soup, she made almost everything."
"Good guy, you want me to eat soup rice."
"I told you it's different from before. You'll know after you eat it."
The master was really scared to a certain extent. Qi Yuncheng smiled bitterly and started to take action, and quickly gave the master some dishes.
After a while, a lot of things were piled in Master's rice bowl.
There was no other way, so Guo Degang could only try it with the hope of death, because at the moment when Yuncheng was picking up the food, his daughter looked at him carefully, as if she wanted to see what the master would say after eating it.
This time it was salted rice, and he had to use his chopsticks.
After briefly tasting some, Guo Degang's eyes brightened, yes, it is indeed edible.
Not only is it edible, it also tastes good.
After all, Wang Hui was watching the whole process and could tell if there was too much or too little.
"Well, that's good!"
The master nodded, and Song Yi was very happy. She didn't know that the master almost died while cooking before.
Just like that, the family had lunch together.
I'm happy to have children here, but it's a pity that Dalin is missing.
Dalin is busy every day. It is estimated that since the beginning of the new year, he can count the number of times he has eaten at home on two hands.
Because even when he gets home, he mostly hangs out with his friends, eats, and has fun.
Especially since he rented his own house.
For this reason, Master kept talking about Dalin at the dinner table.
He couldn't bear to talk about it. After dinner, Guo Degang couldn't help but make a phone call to his son.
The only purpose I called was to ask if I had eaten, if the crew was pressed for time, etc.
As I get older, I make calls like this much more often than before.
And time passed quickly. After dinner at Master’s house,
When leaving in the evening, Guo Degang arranged a performance location for Lanlan.
It's easy to arrange, but at the end of the day, the small theater's own venue will be fine for as long as it takes.
So in the next day or two, Qi Yuncheng began to teach Zhou Gulan a simple short joke.
It took a lot of effort to teach her.
Because she didn’t know anything about cross talk, and the lines were as separated as a mountain, she didn’t know how to shake the baggage, how to use the breath, and how to give the cadence.
When singing drum music, you also need to pay attention to the breath and words, but the method is completely different.
It needs to be taught sentence by sentence.
"If you think about it again, is that what this sentence says?"
"Who wouldn't be happy to see your expression?"
"And the size is wrong."
"Why were you looking elsewhere when you were talking?"
"The accent is wrong, girl!!"
When teaching Lan Lan, Qi Yuncheng didn't say anything and kept correcting her.
She is talented in drum music, but her cross talk is different.
After Zhou Gulan said a given cross talk line, he lowered his head and listened to the words.
It was really a huge blow.
Finally he said quietly, "I think I may not be suitable for cross talk."
"Nonsense." Qi Yuncheng said happily, "You are not a cross talk artist, but I'm telling you, as long as you go on stage, no matter what you say or perform, you can't do anything perfunctory.
Don't think you can just play around with it if you think you don't understand it, you know?
Once you have this kind of mentality, you have to finish playing with yourself first."
After talking about cross talk once, Qi Yuncheng also taught her the principles and realized the difficulties of other industries. She will be able to understand some things better when she grows up.
So I think Master made the right decision by letting her do a cross talk.
"Then Master, shall I do it again?"
"Come on, take a breath and think about the accent before speaking."
"Um."
He did it again, but he didn't say more than six sentences. Qi Yuncheng stopped again, "It's still wrong here. The last word should be in a higher tone. You have to give the audience attention.
Because it’s related to the baggage behind.”
"It's okay this time. Keep going and I'll finish it for you one sentence at a time."
Constantly changing and speaking is actually quite mentally draining.
None of the actors who have ever studied cross talk want to die because of this teaching method.
If it were some young people who would explode when scolded, they would have given up their career long ago.
However, cross talk can only be taught in this way.
Not only cross talk, but also many traditional folk arts.
So if you persist, it is really a kind of success.
It took me a while to study.
Zhou Gulan was sitting at home feeling hopeless, her usually happy face drooped, and her mind was filled with all sorts of logical stresses and baggage.
"Why do you still want to talk about cross talk? A short joke is like this, and if you are good at writing, wouldn't it be difficult for the bodyguard to die?"
"Yeah, it's really difficult."
Zhou Gulan had listened to the essay meeting, The Big Bodyguard. When he heard it, he thought it was nothing, but now he thinks it was all kung fu.
Even if you let yourself act, you may really die and you won’t even know how to speak.
"Do you want to give up now? It's okay to give up, because we are only going last and are not in the program." Qi Yuncheng looked at the girl and said.
"If you don't give up, how can you give up?" Zhou Gulan changed his face, "I have already learned this. It would be a pity not to try it. I have to do it myself."
"The word "zuo" is a good one! Tomorrow Team 7 will go to Sanlitun, so prepare yourself well."