Han Wende couldn't help asking, "How can you? You can't hear it wrong, this is a joke that has been lost. We don't know who can do it. How old are you? "

Lao Wang also thought He Xiangdong had heard it wrong, so he smiled and helped smooth things over, "Hey, tell me to listen carefully, you're so good, you're wrong, fortunately, all of your elders are here, otherwise you'll have to make a joke."

After hearing these two people's words, a lot of shock on the other old artists' faces dissipated. It turned out that they heard it wrong. Yes, how could such a big-sized child have such lost jokes?

However, Zhang Yongye frowned, thought for a while, and asked He Xiangdong: "You really know how to straighten your neck?"

All the old artists present were stunned, and then they saw He Xiangdong nodding calmly and said, "I can."

"You really know how?" Han Wende was really surprised this time.

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "My uncle, straight neck, can tell me a little. When he was a child, he passed it on to me. Later, we arrived in Anhui. The old artist named Wang Xu and I visited him five years ago. The old senior Gao Feng passed it on straight neck to me intact and guided me carefully for a long time. Now, when I recall the scenes back then, I still remember them vividly, but I didn't expect that the time was separated by heaven and man forever, alas."

Everyone is silent.

Zhang Yongye sighed and said, "We have lost too many things. Many old crafts have been lost with the passing of old artists. It's a pity. Child, you are a good person. It's a blessing to have your master and apprentice in the crosstalk world."

He Xiangdong waved his hand and said, "I dare not take it, I dare not take it."

No one asked He Xiangdong to come to the yidao, which was not convenient in the background, and it was a taboo for artists to spy on other people's craftsmanship. For example, Han Wende and He Xiangdong can say a few words, but they have a good relationship. They want to talk to him later and see the lost jokes.

Young Master Ma sighed slightly, found a stool and sat down, saying, "Many people say that these old jokes in our crosstalk are very vulgar and outdated, and the audience doesn't like to listen to them. Last year, some people said that our resumption of traditional crosstalk is a pollution to the public's spirit. I really don't know what they think, but there are some polluting them. Many viewers like to watch them. The survey conducted last year said that the audience didn't like them very much, and the experts also recognized them, but there were always those people who opposed it."

He Xiangdong said: "It is a fact that crosstalk declines now. The more they decline, the more they think about seeking innovation and change. Now people have turned crosstalk into sketches, but no one really calmed down to summarize the wisdom of our ancestors. It's not all dross, there are too many treasures."

Young Ma Ye nodded. He looked not as festive as other crosstalk actors. It made people want to be happy when they looked at it. Instead, he was very elegant and had the temperament of a literary man. There was a little sadness on his elegant face and said, "Now young people are not willing to work hard to learn. These people don't even learn the lyrics of Taiping, let alone other old jokes."

"Now there are many good old jokes that are about to be lost. For example, the grilled oil pigs eat tofu and eat wings, these are all good jokes. I haven't heard much about them in recent years. I don't know who can do it anymore. Oh, I think it's about to be lost."

Zhang Yongye smiled and said, "It's a child who is immortal, and it's a fortune. Traditional crosstalk will have its own way out. In this impetuous society, it's inevitable that some people will lose it, but I believe it will never be possible. Some people will inherit it."

After saying this, Zhang Yongye looked at He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong looked back at Zhang Yongye, lowered his head and smiled, then looked up at Shaomaye, and said, "Green Mountain, I can."

Young Master Ma was stunned.

Han Wende was also shocked.

The other old artists looked at He Xiangdong in shock, only Zhang Yongye nodded slightly.

He Xiangdong looked around everyone and continued, "I will also eat tofu for pigs."

Young Master Ma grew up slightly.

Han Wende was stunned.

The old artists were shocked.

He Xiangdong said: "I will eat wings when I eat it."

Han Wende asked in disbelief: "It's true or false, you can do so many jokes? There are several of them I haven't heard of, you can do them?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "Yes, I will."

Han Wende grew up and said in surprise: "How many do you know."

He Xiangdong thought for a while and said, "I haven't counted it. There are probably more than a thousand passages of traditional crosstalk, and I will be about six hundred."

This statement was like throwing a huge rock into the calm lake, causing a sensation.

All the old artists were shocked. I have never heard of anyone who can do so many things. It is already very rare to know that there are so many people who can do so many things. Now there are actually people who can do so many things. Is it true?

Even though Zhang Yongye was mentally prepared, he was shocked.

Even the calm young master Ma was shocked and couldn't help but stand up and asked He Xiangdong with a serious expression: "You really have so many? Why do you have so many?"

He Xiangdong didn't say anything, but Zhang Yongye answered for him: "Because his master is Fang Wenqi."

"Fang Wenqi?" Young Master Ma frowned, a little confused.

Zhang Yongye explained: "It's the one who told those people that one day he would use these old-fashioned things to let them know who was wrong."

"Oh! Is it him? No wonder, he has also visited my father and asked about his art." The young master looked at He Xiangdong and his eyes changed: "You turned out to be his disciple, no wonder, no wonder."

The other old artists still didn't understand that these two big kangs were so surprised by He Xiangdong's master. Although they didn't know Fang Wenqi, they remembered the three words Fang Wenqi in their hearts.

He Xiangdong looked at everyone's eyes and smiled bitterly. He was not excited and joyful because of the shock of these people, but his heart was very sad.

It is precisely because of these traditional old jokes that his master has been wandering around the world since the 1950s, seeking advice and art. He has suffered a lot of hardships and hardships over the past few decades.

There is a saying in the crosstalk industry called Ningshe Jin, but it is not passed on to the yi Juchun. It is really difficult to learn other people's skills to eat. There are many old artists who are willing to pass on their own art, some are willing to pass on to their own personal disciples, and some are willing to bring them into the coffin than to pass on to others.

He didn't know what his master suffered before, but when he grew up, he began to go to the world to sell his skills with his master, and asked many old artists about his skills, and he knew the most about what he was eating.

It is hard to describe it, and it is difficult to be told by outsiders.

Zhang Yongye looked at He Xiangdong with admiration. He didn't doubt He Xiangdong was lying, nodded, and praised three things in a loud voice: "Okay, okay, okay. It's said that you would rather give up gold than rumor. I know you must have suffered a lot over the years, and it's hard for you, a child, to have this kind of heart. I have a stand-up comedy, and Zhang Shuangxi is catching monsters, which is almost lost. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

He Xiangdong stood up, looked solemn, clasped his fists with both hands, and bowed to Zhang Yongye to the end. To be continued.
Chapter completed!