The sketch team of Nanjing Local Art Troupe has a pair of masters and apprentices. They also work together on weekdays. They are also very mature actors and the performance is also very good.

This afternoon, they finished a condolence performance in a large local state-owned enterprise. Everyone packed up their things and prepared to return to the troupe. Because there are many props for sketches, there will be many props to be moved after the performance, and the actors will also help them.

"Okay, come, yi 2 3, go."

Several people worked together to get Zhang Dasha to the car and all the props were loaded.

Jiang Hai patted the dust on his hands and thanked the staff who picked up props next to him, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for your hard work, thank you."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"You're welcome."

"It should."

Jiang Hai nodded to the few people and said, "Okay, okay, I'll leave first. How hard you guys have to work hard, see you again."

Jiang Hai turned around and walked towards the gray middle-aged man. The man was his master, Ma Hongjun.

The sketch is an emerging language performance art. It is not a traditional art. There are teachers and students in this art, and there is also a master-apprentice relationship. However, this is not a master-apprentice relationship in the traditional art industry. In traditional art, there is a master-apprentice relationship like father and son. In the sketch, there is more a teacher-apprentice relationship of school-oriented teachers and students, but Jiang Hai and Ma Hongjun are obviously not.

Ma Hongjun held two bottles of mineral water in his hand and distributed it to Jiang Haiyi bottle: "Come on, drink some water, are you tired?"

Jiang Hai took the water and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Master, let's get back later. There will be a performance tomorrow."

Ma Hongjun nodded: "Okay, let's go."

An old sketch actor next to him came over with a Taiwanese microphone. He also played with Ma Hongjun and others in a co-star: "Hey, Lao Ma is still standing here."

When Ma Hongjun saw him, he nodded with a smile: "Yes, we'll go over and take the bus now."

The man said as he walked, "The Qu Association has started to hold the Peony Awards selection. Don't you go and have a look? I remember you used to sing the quick-pitched songs."

While talking, the man had already walked away, leaving Ma Hongjun and Jiang Hai stunned on the spot. Jiang Hai originally raised the bottle to drink, but now he was stunned.

It is the cold winter month, and it is still in the first lunar month. The weather is also cold. The cold wind blows on your face and it hurts a little. Ma Hongjun's face is numb when he stands in the cold wind, his eyes are frozen, and his lips are pursed and he can't speak.

He knew about the Peony Award last year, but he didn't care about it last year and had no intention of participating. However, this year's Peony Award mentioned the highest award in the folk art category.

To be honest, Ma Hongjun was moved. He was not a special sketch actor. He was a folk artist who transferred to the sketch actor team. Now he really can't survive in the folk arts.

During this period, he was also struggling whether to participate in the Peony Awards. To be honest, this is a big temptation. He also studied folk art and had a deep relationship with folk art.

However, the Peony Award is aimed at hundreds of traditional folk music arts across the country. It can be imagined that this competition is definitely a master. Can you really stand out?

Ma Hongjun had no confidence.

When Jiang Hai saw the master's appearance, he sighed, not knowing what to say.

After returning, everyone went back to their own houses to rest. They were all houses divided in the unit, and Jiang Hai and Master also lived upstairs and downstairs.

After dinner, Jiang Haiyi sat in the living room and smoked for a long time. When his wife saw that he was like this, she silently cleaned up all the dishes and chopsticks, and then taught her son to do her homework.

Yi waited until after nine o'clock, his son had gone to bed, and Jiang Hai stood up from the sand, put on his coat and walked outside.

His wife quickly shouted, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Haidao: "I'll go to Master's house."

"So late?"

"Yes." Jiang Hai responded and hurried out.

When I arrived at the master's house, it was the master's wife who opened the door for him. Jiang Hai said, "Master, are my master here?"

The master's wife said, "I'm smoking in the room."

Jiang Haidao: "I'll go see my master."

"Go." The master's wife closed the door.

Jiang Hai walked into the master's bedroom and saw that his master was standing by the window, with the window open and the cold wind blew in. But Ma Hongjun was unaware of it. He looked up at the stars in the sky, and the cigarette in his hand was flashing red light.

Jiang Hai gently turned Menguanshan, sighed slightly, and walked forward two steps. He saw that there were seven boards on the table in his master's room, which seemed to be something that was old. This was passed down by his master.

"Master." Jiang Hai walked behind Ma Hongjun and called out softly.

Ma Hongjun's body was slightly stiff and then relaxed again. He threw away the cigarette in his hand and smiled mockingly: "Ha, I'm old, my heart has been dead for so many years. Today, I will be stirred up by Lao Zhao's words, haha."

Jiang Hai frowned and looked at the back of his master and said, "Master, although we have changed our careers and performed sketches over the years, we have never let go of our skills. No matter whether it is windy or rainy, we practice our homework every day. I know that your heart is not dead, not dead."

After hearing Jiang Hai's words, Ma Hongjun's body stiffened again, and his hands were clenched and loosened, which showed that his heart was extremely uneasy. Although he had been away from Quyi for many years, how could he let go of the craftsmanship he had learned from childhood to adulthood?

If he could really let go, he would not have been stirred up by Lao Zhao's words today. If he could really let go, he would not have practiced martial arts for decades after changing his career. If he could really let go, he would not have carefully preserved the food guys he had passed down from his ancestors.

Jiang Hai's eyes were already slightly red: "Master, no matter what, I will definitely participate in this Peony Award. It is another matter to say whether I can win the award or not, but at least I want others to know that there are still people learning our craft, inheriting it, and talking about it."

"Oh" After hearing the disciple's words, Ma Hongjun sighed and gritted his teeth hard. His originally hesitant eyes were now replaced by resolutely. He turned around and looked directly at his disciple, which was also his only disciple.

Jiang Hai looked up at Ma Hongjun.

Ma Hongjun kicked his eyes and his voice was extremely firm: "Okay, this time our master and apprentice will go to Beijing to make a breakthrough, and compare our skills with those of the country's masters. I want to tell everyone in China that we are still alive. There are also our skills in the world. We are not singing quick-pinning."
Chapter completed!