"It's raining so hard that your actors can stop talking about crosstalk."

2003!

Yanjing Huasheng Overpass!

After Deyun Club changed its name from the crosstalk conference, I don’t know if it was because of my luck. Recently, there were about fifteen regular audiences.

But I was having a happy afternoon talk today. A heavy rain came, and the blue iron ceiling five or six meters high above my head was beaten to the point of being crackling.

The audience couldn't hear any sound.

A middle-aged man in the front row sat close to him and could bear it at first, but later, when he saw the actor fucking him, he couldn't help but shout at the actor.

The other audience members had no objection, and the movements on their heads were shocking, and they could hear the sound of words.

That's just shouting.

Guo Degang and a young actor on the stage stopped their performance behind the microphone. They were a little helpless. It has been a few days, and today is the most audience.

Seventeen people came.

But it also started to rain heavily.

But after a second or two, the former went down to the stage with a smile and said politely.

"Those guys, I'll refund you the ticket. I've only listened to three crosstalks, you're losing money."

"No, the rain will get lighter later, let's leave. Not to mention heavy rain, the theater of Xiaoyu is full of panic."

"Hey, okay, thank you all, do you want to drink tea? I poured it for you. Although it is not good tea, it is not good.

Yun Fei, go to the backstage to get tea.”

"good!"

As soon as he was shouted, the young actor who was just funny, immediately ran to the backstage.

His name is Wang Yunfei, and he is the apprentice accepted by Guo Degang, but it is quite special. He is seventeen years old this year and is the eldest brother of Deyun's disciple.

But it's not just this, but there is another reason, he is a time traveler.

Because of a car accident, Deyun came to the earliest days and liked folk art. Even though she knew that this period was difficult, she resolutely joined and studied crosstalk well.

It’s a bit harder, but Deyun in the early days was undoubtedly the most suitable place to say crosstalk. However, Deyun now is indeed not a thing.

The performance is only enough for them to make a lunch box, sometimes not enough.

After a while, Wang Yunfei came to the backstage. The backstage position was a little further back than the stage, but the collision between heavy rain and iron sheets could still be heard clearly.

When Zhang Wenshun was not surprised when he saw the child coming down during the performance, he sat in the backstage with his shoulders tilted.

Just ask.

"I can't listen again?"

"Well! I'm resting for a while, Master asked me to come over and make some tea."

"Okay!" Zhang Wenshun nodded, got up from a wooden chair and came to the small cabinet next to it. This cabinet usually contains the actor's own things.

Next to it is a cabinet that is almost as tall as a person, with their actors' gowns hanging inside.

And this big cabinet was dragged from home by Mr. Zhang Wenshun.

"Don't take cheap ones, take my tea leaves, you can soak them."

"Hey, OK!"

After taking Master Zhang’s things, Wang Yunfei immediately turned around to make tea. As for his mood at this moment, he was not at all in a mood. The word "Master Zhang" shows their embarrassment now.

But after a while, a thin actor stood up.

It was no one else, it was Cao Jin, who slapped his hands.

"Okay, I can't say it today. I'll see the weather forecast that it will rain next day and see if there will be any performances later.

If not, I will leave first.

I will move to He Wei’s house today, and I really don’t have time.”

"It seems that I can't say it anymore. Jinzi, go and don't delay it. I'll talk to Tikang."

After giving the tea, Zhang Wenshun went out to the backstage with his hands behind his back. He walked out a few more steps and saw Guo Degang chatting with the audience, trying to prevent them from being bored during this waiting time.

And when he went over and discussed, the lunch and evening parties were simply cancelled.

It's true that there's no good mood to perform.

So everyone in the backstage went back. Although it was raining heavily, they would rather go home than take this place to listen to the iron sound.

As for the audience, they were not willing to stay for too long. After the rain was a little lighter, they all left one after another.

Guo Degang even lent two umbrellas.

There are several umbrellas, but a few of these dozen people are really friends, so they don’t worry about not returning them.

In this way, I waited for almost the same time.

The entire theater is completely empty except for Guo Degang and Wang Yunfei.

"This day makes people have no way to survive."

It's summer now. After Guo De took off his coat and put it on the table, he squatted directly near the theater gate and watched the rain falling wildly outside.

The rain fell happily, but the two of them were extremely unhappy.

Did the crosstalk move into the small theater, or was it a crosstalk conference founded by him, Zhang Wenshun and Li Jing, but their current stationed Huasheng Tianqiao Theater is so simple and unreasonable.

The tables and benches that were pieced together in the audience were almost covered with iron sheets on the top of the head. For performances that are mainly based on crosstalk, it is too bad to be good.

There is no way, Deyunshe doesn't have a penny, let alone go to other theaters to discuss performances.

Just by supporting Deyun Club until now, his newly married wife Wang Hui has sold the car from Tianjing to Yanjing.

But it still hasn't improved at all.

"Yunfei, where is the tea? How many have you soaked?"

Suddenly, Guo De, who was squatting in short sleeves, thought of something, and quickly glanced at Wang Yunfei who was tidying up the table and bench behind.

"Just soaked a little, they didn't drink much."

"Put it back to the old man."

"Um."

After saying something.

The master and apprentice did their own things, and then fell into silence again.

After silence, he was several hours, because at this moment, Guo Degang only thought of one thing in his mind, that is money.

Where to make money?

There are many channels, but it is too difficult for him, a person who is drifting in Beijing.

While thinking, Guo Degang's stomach started to make a noise, but when he got up, he only had a few dollars to touch his pocket. As for the audience's money that had not refunded the ticket today, he dared not move. The family was not enough.

Let’s talk about a few actors and theaters that are all mixed, and there is not even thirty.

So he went out to buy a lunch box for his child in the rain, and then came back and continued to stare at the sky.

As the sky was getting dark, it was seven o'clock. At this time, the rain gradually became lighter. Guo Degang gritted his teeth and turned to find his child.

"Yunfei, bring the quickbian'er and let's go to the street to call someone."

Wang Yunfei was stunned, "Isn't the evening party cancelled?"

"I see it will not rain anymore, even if it is going to rain, it will not be too heavy. Let's see if the audience can be called."

"But Master Zhang and the others are gone."

"Oh, take a step by step!"

Guo Degang can't do anything, even if the tickets of more than a dozen people can make some money.

And there is no oil at home and I eat almost the same food.

I don't know what to buy when I go back.

Without saying a word, the master and apprentice stood at the door and beat each other with a pair of quick-pronged gestures.

There was a lot of noise in the fight.

The spirit is the spirit is the spirit is the spirit is the spirit is the spirit is the spirit is the spirit is the spirit is the spirit.

"Tongrentang, it was originally an old medicine shop~

Sir, this is like a free king~

The Medicine Prince is sitting in the middle~

Top 10 famous doctors, lined up~

…”
To be continued...