Zhang Kuoru has been away from the art world for decades. Now that he is older, he is even more reluctant to contact more people in the storytelling industry. Artists are just a non-circle and fame market. Zhang Kuoru has watched too much and is tired of watching it.

He rarely contacts his colleagues, but this does not mean that he does not contact him. Some of his former friends still know his whereabouts, and they often drink tea and chat.

This is true for Mr. Bai Kuoshan. He and Zhang Kuoru are brothers. The relationship between them is very good. In order to pave the way for He Xiangdong, Zhang Kuoru also brought him to these storytelling predecessors. The predecessors have had a very good influence on this young man.

It is already amazing to be able to talk about storytelling at this point in young people. I met He Xiangdong in Baikuo Mountain in the summer of last year. It has been more than half a year since I saw anyone.

At that time, Zhang Kuoru's apprentice's level was almost the same as Du Yuefeng, but the child was only in his twenties and Du Yuefeng was in his thirties. He was such a stunning young man. In time, his skill in storytelling must be no less than his master. I don't know if this child came to participate in the competition today?

Bai Kuoshan looked around. There were a lot of people entering the market now, and he couldn't find the familiar figure. He laughed at himself and didn't care about so many things. What should come will naturally come. There will definitely be some today without tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

The storytelling time is relatively long, and it is definitely not enough to finish it in 1 day, so the storytelling competition was approved for three days.

The storytelling backstage is very simple. Anyway, it’s all personal things, so you don’t need many props. Just put on a little makeup.

There are not many actors performing today, only ten people, so the makeup artists in the backstage are also empty, which is much easier than those who say crosstalk.

In the past, there was a joke in the artist industry, saying that those who go to write are people who have no friends. If you have a friend, then you will also go to crosstalk.

Of course these are all jokes.

The backstage actors were also divided into three groups, namely He Xiangdong and Fu Sheng. The two sat together and chatted. There were also people gathered around, and the person sitting in the middle was Du Yuefeng.

Du Yuefeng is a popular young actor in the storytelling yi school. He is now a very famous storytelling artist. He Xiangdong has also heard of his storytelling on the radio, and he said it is indeed very good.

As for the nonsense that the stars and the group of people who were watching the moon, He Xiangdong didn’t have much time to listen to, it was just a complimentary word.

Du Yuefeng sat upright and spoke very politely, but the faint sense of arrogance on his face was still very obvious.

He Xiangdong looked at him a few times and didn't pay much attention. His attention was on the last one. The biggest difference between these two people and them was that they brought a pair of bamboo boards.

He Xiangdong raised his eyebrows. These two people are talking about bamboo board writing. Now bamboo board writing is almost lost. Unexpectedly, the two people are blown up because of the Peony Award selection.

Seeing that the two of them seemed to be quite professional, they were just talking about it in person, but there were often two people singing bamboo boards. They were talking about it in front, and they were also playing a board for him in the back, which was a challenger.

Because when talking, actors don’t just open their mouths, they also involve some physical movements, so it’s inconvenient to hit the board and tell the story.

These two actors who sing bamboo boards are masters and apprentices from Jiang Hai and Ma Hongjun from Nanjing. They finally decided to participate in the competition, and they entered the first exam and are now in the re-examination.

Ma Hongjun said: "Xiaohai, you will talk carefully in front of you later. Master will be the stern master for you."

Jiang Hai was still a little hesitant: "Master, but we're all on the re-examination. Or I'll play the board. My level of writing is very average. You'll do it, otherwise I don't know if we can enter the finals."

Ma Hongjun smiled gently: "Not many people know bamboo script now, and not many people are willing to learn it. Master is old, and the task of inheriting bamboo script in the future must be handed over to you, so you must stand in front of the stage. No matter what the final result is, you must be the one who stands out, and you are the only one."

"Yes." Jiang Hai nodded with great emphasis.

He Xiangdong was very uncomfortable listening to it. Whenever he saw this difficult inheritance of the quyi that was about to die, he felt very upset. However, he was weak, without money, and had no good idea, so he could only watch.

Now the country has also introduced many policies to save traditional folk art that are on the verge of losing. Many people are doing this, but unfortunately they have achieved little success.

In fact, the music types that are on the verge of losing are all in the hands of two people. Those people are basically artists from the world and are very powerful. And those who do this rescue are all modern officials. People do not understand the business of folk art, and they do not understand the rules and ideas of artists from the world. Letting laymen do such things can only be nonsense.

He Xiangdong also thought about how he would do it if he did it himself. In fact, he and his master have been doing the collection and sorting of traditional crosstalk that is about to be lost for decades.

They also want to save other musicians that are on the verge of losing. Unfortunately, they need a lot of manpower, material resources and financial resources to do this. Now He Xiangdong does not have any of the above three items. He is just an ordinary little artist without fame, and he can't even take this lead.

"Oh" He Xiangdong sighed deeply.

The staff also called someone: "Team No. yi, quick-bang, Jiang Hai, Ma Hongjun. Come with me and you will be on stage to perform."

"Okay." Jiang Hai agreed and followed the staff with his master and the bamboo board.

After passing by the suit beside He Xiangdong, He Xiangdong looked at the two of them and said solemnly: "Thank you hard."

Fu Sheng beside him also clasped his fists and said, "Thank you hard."

Ma Hongjun and Jiang Hai stopped, and Jiang Hai was slightly surprised. What these two people said was so strange. Shouldn’t they say something like wishing Ma to succeed? What the hell is hard work?

Ma Hongjun's eyes moved slightly. He was born in New China and grew up under the Red Flag. At that time, there was no world of martial arts, but his master was an old martial arts world. He told him many rules of martial arts world, and he was about to forget them. Unexpectedly, two martial arts people suddenly appeared here.

It is hard to meet, but it must be the world.

Ma Hongjun also clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, we are all together, so we will have more contact in the future."

Hearing this sentence, He Xiangdong and Fu Sheng smiled even more. The words Ma Hongjun said were the most commonly used greeting words for artists in the martial arts world.

Jiang Hai and Du Yuefeng all saw it for no reason, what the hell?

He Xiangdong reached out and said, "Please."

The same is true for Fu Sheng.

Ma Hongjun raised his head and smiled, then strode out.
Chapter completed!