On the pampering is an old joke that has been widely circulated. Most of the crosstalk actors have performed it, but the performances of Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong seem to be particularly successful. Since they went out to the present, the audience's laughter and applause have never stopped.

After a while, the first joke ended. Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong thanked the audience for the end. As soon as they left the door, He Xiangdong's eyes were lit.

"Master?" He Xiangdong shouted in surprise, hurriedly running beside Zhang Kuoru.

Zhang Kuoru felt really sorry for this child, but after all, he came to support him. He also changed into a traditional lab coat tonight, his hair was combed neatly and looked very elegant.

He Xiangdong said in surprise: "Master, why are you here?"

Zhang Kuoru touched He Xiangdong's little head, and deliberately said with a calm face, "I thought you were not enough people, so I wanted to come and stand for you. Now it seems that you have a lot of people."

Mr. Chang smiled and joked: "This is because we are redundant."

The other two Mr. Chang also laughed. They and Zhang Kuoru had an old acquaintance, but Zhang Kuoru had disappeared from the folk art world for too long. Many people thought that this person had passed away. Who knew that he was lying here? When Zhang Kuoru first came in, the three of them were shocked.

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "Master, it would be great if you can help. I thought you were angry with me."

Zhang Kuoru said, "Angry? Why don't you be angry? You are leaving suddenly. Why can't I be angry? I haven't learned much of this skill yet."

After saying that, he glanced at Fang Wenqi, who looked embarrassed, and sighed and continued: "We all gathered the storytellings of Sheng, Dan and Chou, and smuggled everything in the furnace. It seems very simple. There is a lot of knowledge here. Don't let go of these basic skills practices after you leave. Only after you have a solid basic skills, you will be simple to learn calligraphy."

He Xiangdong nodded seriously.

Zhang Kuoru sighed silently, looked at He Xiangdong lovingly and said, "Oh, your Three Kingdoms are not saying it well. Today, Master will tell you the next time. I will talk about it again. Remember it carefully."

After saying that, Zhang Kuoru lifted his robe and walked straight to the stage. He wanted to show his disciples the Kung Fu's Kung Fu on the stage before parting.

Almost all the folk artists in the backstage squeezed into the entrance. Zhang Kuoru, the big horn who was resounding all the time back then, had left the art world for many years, and it was rare to listen to his storytelling again.

He Xiangdong is naturally standing in front. They are teaching masters and apprentices, so they can't rob them. Although they haven't been on stage for many years, Zhang Kuoru's strength is still terrible. Others came up and said that the audience was cheering and booing and applause into films.

As soon as this man went up, the audience became silent. Even his breathing was breathing lightly, for fear of missing a word. He had been nearly fifty minutes of storytelling, and even those who went to the toilet were not in a position to hold it in. It can be seen that this person's skill is so deep.

After Zhang Kuoru finished speaking, he burst into unparalleled applause. After not long, half of the audience squeezed out to go to the bathroom.

Mr. Chang smiled bitterly and said, "The next thing is my crosstalk and Baohua. It's hard for us to say this."

Fang Wenqi smiled and said, "The most difficult thing in our folk art performance is the middle stage. At this time, the audience was a little tired and tired. Why do you go to the toilet? If you don't have real skills, you can't help but be able to stop this event. You are the only one of you."

Mr. Chang pointed at Fang Wenqi and smiled, "You will only bring us a high hat."

No matter what, they both came on stage. After all, they were both talented people and the audience responded very well.

This night, the audience and the actors were very happy. The backstage was full of old friends who hadn't seen for decades. You teased me, I joked about you, and the stand-up was very lively on the stage. They were very happy and the audience was very comfortable to listen to.

The final show was Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong. They had a big job, selling five tools, and giving the audience a lot of effort. It was already midnight, but it was still crowded and no one left.

After saying that, he returned seven times. He Xiangdong also sang many opera songs, his voice was hoarse, and the audience was like crazy, and the applause and cheered without stopping.

After seven times of return, He Xiangdong and Fang Wenqi were exhausted. Fang Wenqi stretched out his hands to suppress the restless audience. He sighed with relief and said with a smile: "It's midnight, everyone is not going back yet."

"No reply." The audience answered very closely.

Fang Wenqi sighed, "We Fang Wenqi followed my master to wander around the world at the age of seven, and performed everywhere. In a blink of an eye, it has been almost sixty years. I have seen countless human feelings, cold and cold worlds, haha."

Speaking of this, Fang Wenqi's eyes faintly burst into tears. He continued with a smile on his face: "I am not a famous actor or a professional troupe. I am just an ordinary folk artist who relies on selling art to get some money from the audience to buy food. We folk artists have been despised by the old society to the present. I have also suffered countless rolls of eyes and ridicule, but today I have met you."

Fang Wenqi was faintly excited: "I dare say that you are the best audience in the world. Being able to perform for you is a great honor for Fang Wenqi in this life."

"Okay" the audience was also very excited, and they all stood up and applauded, shouting ok, as if they were about to shout out all the air in their lungs.

He Xiangdong pursed his lips tightly and his face tense. He was afraid that he would relax and tears would come down.

Fang Wenqi reached out to wipe the tears at the corner of his eyes, grinned his teeth and smiled bitterly, and looked at the audience and continued: "Life is rare to be together, but there are many separations. This is the high mountains and long roads. I don't know where to meet each other, but do good things and don't ask about the future. We Fang Wenqi hope that everything goes well for you."

After pausing, Fang Wenqi raised his head, as if he had used all his life's strength to shout: "We Fang Wenqi and his disciple He Xiangdong thanked you all for your food and clothing."

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong bowed to the end, and tears fell from the old man's face at the same time.

"Bo", the lights on the stage were dark, and when they were on, there was no one anymore.

"Fang Wenqi"

"He Xiangdong"

The audience cried and shouted the names of the two, but no one came out from behind the stage again. The backs left by this old man to all of them were the deep bow.

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong finally left, and set off with reluctance and helplessness. As Fang Wenqi said, the mountains are high and the road is far away, and I don’t know where to meet each other. I wish everyone well.

Two days later.

"Bang." The wooden door was pushed open roughly, Qian Guosheng, whose eyes were red due to anger, rushed in quickly. Yi grabbed Li Tianbao's collar and asked, "Did you do what Liancheng did?"

Li Tianbao was startled. He had never seen Qian Guosheng look so angry before. He was a little stupid at that time and stammered: "Yes, yes, right?"

Qian Guosheng could spurt fire from his eyes and shouted loudly: "You forced me away too?"

Li Tianbao Khan came out and waved his hand to explain: "No, no, it's them who scolded you on the stage, I'm just me."

"Who made you trouble?" Qian Guosheng roared and threw Li Tianbao on the wall angrily, smashing his raindrop-like fist at him like a desperate attempt.

There were crowds of people outside the office, but no one dared to come in to persuade Qian Guosheng who was already crazy.

After a while, Qian Guosheng was tired of fighting, and his body was trembling slightly because he was too excited. He sat dejectedly on the ground, tears kept falling down the corners of his eyes, bitterness and regret filling his chest.

"Master" Qian Guosheng sat on the ground, looking up at the sky and shouting.

"Master" Qian Guosheng hugged his head in pain and smashed it hard on the wall with his other hand. After a while, he was full of blood, but he didn't know how painful it was. The master who had not seen him for decades left him without saying a word. He was like an abandoned child.

"Guosheng, your master's problem is very serious. This won't work."

"Ah? What should I do?"

"The best way now is to report your master's problem and we will be able to deal with it."

"Ah? How can this work? That's my master."

"Hey, you are helping your master. Anyway, your master will be like this in your life and you can't get there anymore. But you are not like that. You are only over 20 years old and your future is bright. As long as you report your master, we have a way to let you replace your master's position. Yours will be much higher than others. Your future is limitless. What are you going to have to do? Then you can also provide protection for your master if you are in a high position. You can think carefully."

"Ahhh, I'm OK."

In yi986, there were two sketches in the Spring Festival Gala, and in yi987, three appeared. Every year, the sketches of Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao gradually became the most anticipated program. In yi988, Zhao Lirong appeared on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala for the first time. This actor who was born in Pingju pushed the art of sketches to the maturity stage with her unique comedy talent.

In 1999, an artist named Zhao from Northeast China who sang a 2-man song on the Spring Festival Gala for the first time, and began to brew his Spring Festival Gala reign for more than ten years. It was this genius character who pushed the word "skirt" to an extremely high level, which also made this form popular all over the country.

The crosstalk that flourished in the 1980s seemed to have declined in the night after the 1990s, and no one listened to it anymore. The number of sketches and audience expectations on the Spring Festival Gala was far more than that of crosstalk.

Not only on the Spring Festival Gala, but also on other crosstalk traditions, other art categories are becoming more and more mature and spread more widely, but crosstalk is becoming more and more rigid. As a result, those who were killed are retreating step by step. No one among the people is willing to listen to crosstalk anymore, and those who say crosstalk among the people cannot survive.

Even the people in professional troupes have the same life. Life is difficult, and their income is low without performances, and their life is very difficult. Many crosstalk actors have changed their careers to perform sketches, TV, and movies just to support their families.

At this time of crisis, many crosstalk actors have also proposed ways to rescue crosstalk. Some have held crosstalk competitions on TV stations, some have spent huge sums of money to write crosstalk books, some have been constantly combined with popular culture, and some have adapted professional troupes into enterprises, and use corporate management to activate rigid crosstalk. Some crosstalk actors have even proposed the concept of "pan-crossing talk", combining crosstalk with sketch movies and TV, so that crosstalk actors can be reborn in new fields.

Unfortunately, these measures did not save the decline of crosstalk, but instead made the current situation even more miserable. In the mid-1990s, crosstalk completely fell into a trough, and the crosstalk market was full of ice. This traditional old art was at a precarious point.

While the mainstream crosstalk world is seeking innovation and change to save crosstalk, a stubborn old man with a smart child has traveled through the vast land of his motherland in the past decade, from Heilongjiang to the north, from Guangzhou to the south, from Xinjiang to the west, and from Shandong to the east.

The footprints of this master and apprentice are left everywhere. In the past ten years, they have been performing everywhere, some have been playing the ground, some have been teamed up, some have been driven by people, some have been caught by urban management, some have been extorted by hooligans, some have been secretly snatched by thieves, some have been gnawed in the open air rain, some have been trembling in the cold and have nowhere to stay, and some have been discussing arts with artists from all over the country, and have suffered countless hardships. The master and apprentice have always insisted on speaking traditional crosstalk, just to keep their tone in their hearts.

In yi990, Mr. Li Runjie, a famous Kuaiban scholar and founder of Lipai Kuaibanshu, passed away.

On 2nd month of yi99yi, the famous crosstalk writer Mr. He Chi passed away.

In yi992, Mr. Wang Fengshan, a famous Kuaiban master and founder of Wangpai Kuaiban, passed away.

In yi993, Mr. Hou Baolin, a master of crosstalk, passed away, and the crosstalk world officially entered the stage of the withering of the master.

In yi993, Mr. Gao Fengshan, a famous Kuaiban scholar and founder of Gaopai Kuaibanshu, passed away.

In yi995, Mr. Meng Xiangguang and Mr. Yang Zhiguang passed away.

In yi996, Mr. Zhao Zhenduo, a famous crosstalk artist of the second Zhao Zhiyi, passed away.

At this time, the crosstalk world has fallen into ice, the crosstalk market no longer exists, and crosstalk is becoming more and more declining, and it is quietly dormant, waiting for the appearance of that person.
Chapter completed!