A few days later, the last storytelling competition for the Peony Prize has arrived. The results of the Peony Prize final will not be announced until these competitions are over. They are still unknown now.

Of course, the actors themselves have a stellar scale in their hearts. They say that there is no first in literature and martial arts. There is no second in literature and art. There is no second in literature and art, because there are too many standards for good and bad.

It is not like a martial arts type. Two martial arts practitioners fight on the stage, those who fall down lose, and those who stand win. This is simple, but there are too many standards for evaluating literature and art. There are so many faces to everyone, and there is no consensus.

However, the skills here can be distinguished, but those who can see this technique are often insiders, and ordinary audiences can only judge based on their own subjective feelings. Therefore, there is also a saying in the art world that is that there is no right or wrong art, only whether it is like it or not.

Those who ended the finals were waiting for the final result, including Tian Jiani. Tian Jiani suddenly played frequently when she was performing, and her level suddenly improved. Although this girl was still unsure, He Xiangdong felt that she had a high chance of winning the championship.

As for He Xiangdong himself, the kung fu he showed in the crosstalk competition can be said to be a master of his skills. Even if he can't win the championship, the second is still stable. There should be a place for him in the Peony Award.

Now it’s a storytelling competition, and he has a portal in the storytelling sect. According to common sense, the Peony Award will not be awarded two awards to an artist. This thing is so precious, so how can I give it like this?

But He Xiangdong still came to participate in the storytelling competition, not only for the sake of safety, but also for the master. He played on behalf of the master this time and was Zhang Kuoru's apprentice, so he could not withdraw. No matter whether he could win the prize in the end, he had to show everyone the ability of the successor of the Zhang family's yizhier.

When we arrived at the theater, He Xiangdong and the others entered the backstage. There were only four actors in this final. The master and apprentice who sang Zhubanshu still failed to reach the final. What a pity. He Xiangdong knew two of the four, of course Fu Sheng, and Du Yuefeng.

He Xiangdong and Fu Sheng were quite familiar with each other, and they started chatting in the backstage. Du Yuefeng also came in at this time. He saw He Xiangdong at first sight. There were only a few people in the backstage, so he couldn't pretend to be invisible.

Du Yuefeng touched his nose awkwardly, walked to He Xiangdong, pinched his nose and shouted: "Hello Uncle He."

There is no way, He Xiangdong and his master Gu are brothers, and his yizhier and Zhangjiazhier are both from veins and are very close, so it is not appropriate for Du Yuefeng to see He Xiangdong without greeting him.

Although he is older than He Xiangdong and his wrist is older than He Xiangdong, when he sees He Xiangdong, he still has to pinch his nose and call him uncle. There is no way, this is the dregs of traditional culture. Do you bite me?

He Xiangdong nodded with a smile and looked at Du Yuefeng kindly: "Okay, okay."

When Du Yuefeng saw He Xiangdong's look dead, his face turned green. He hurriedly squeezed out a smile, and then hurriedly sat next to him. The greeting almost made him feel disgusted.

He Xiangdong didn't care so much. He didn't know Du Yuefeng, so he could just say hello. What else should I do? He was better at chatting with Fu Sheng.

"You will go back to Nanjing after the competition, right?" He Xiangdong asked Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng nodded with a smile: "Yes, I'm going back. There are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with. I should have gone back and stopped coming after the last rematch."

"Hey, what's this for?" He Xiangdong waved his hand with a smile.

Fu Sheng smiled and sighed: "You are here, I'm here to be a green leaf for you."

Hearing this, He Xiangdong shook his hand repeatedly, and Du Yuefeng's face turned darker. Fu Sheng was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who

The makeup artist comes in to make up the actors, and after putting on makeup, he will be more energetic, which is also responsible to the audience.

There were only four people in total, four storytellers, and He Xiangdong was the last one. This was decided by the lottery. Fu Sheng was still joking with him that he had just drawn a lottery player, and He Xiangdong just smiled and didn't say anything.

The actors all came on stage, and the show went over. The three of them didn't leave after finishing the show. They all went to the audience to wait for He Xiangdong's performance. The most popular storytelling industry recently was the affairs of their two masters and apprentices.

Zhang Kuoru, who had been missing for a long time, came back and asked his apprentice to fight for the Peony Award. The key is that his apprentice is still successful, and he will step on everyone when he comes out. You are reasonable or not.

So today almost three of the audience in the audience are peers in the storytelling industry, including storytelling yimen, Xihe yimen and storytelling artists from various branches.

"Next, please appreciate the storytelling of Jigong, and the performer He Xiangdong."

The sound of the report started.

The old man Bai Kuoshan on the judges' seat was slightly stunned and asked the teacher Gu next to him: "He won't talk about the Three Kingdoms anymore? The buttons of the last time have not been closed."

Teacher Gu shook his head and said, "He probably didn't want to close the buttons at all."

Bai Kuoshan smiled and scolded, "Hey, this unethical child."

He Xiangdong was wearing a coat and stepped onto the stage, looked into the audience, showing a smile.

"Okay" The audience applauded loudly. Most of these audiences came here last time, and they were cheated by the buttons left by He Xiangdong. Everyone wanted to know what was going on, but this bastard stopped talking about it. Good guy, this is a master who is responsible for killing and burying.

When Du Yuefeng saw the audience's reaction, his heart was even more gloomy. He was obviously a little bitch, but why did he give him the applause?

Fu Sheng was even more moved. This is the greatest pride of a storyteller. No matter whether I am famous or not, the audience recognizes it or not, as long as I listen to my book, I can guarantee that you will come again next time.

He Xiangdong walked to the center of the stage, bowed deeply to the audience, sat on the chair, and read a pre-scheduled poem: "Zhao Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Feng, Chen, Chuwei, cut cakes and drizzle sugar."

"Ah" the audience laughed and booed.

He Xiangdong was stunned by the fact that he blurted out: "Hey, did I go to the wrong house? Is it a crosstalk here?"

The audience laughed again.

Those who knew He Xiangdong's background were speechless. It's true that they were from crosstalk.

He Xiangdong was still happy. What he was going to talk about today was Jigong Biography. This set of books was quite fun. He Xiangdong also added a lot of jokes to it, so this thing was very funny.

So his final poem came directly with a burden. Rather than saying that He Xiangdong was talking about storytelling, it was better to say that he was talking about stand-up comedy. Of course, there is no essential difference between the two. They are all storytelling, but stand-up comedy focuses more on amusing, and let’s talk about the biography of Jigong or the biography of the storytelling.

He Xiangdong sat down and said, "Let's talk about Jigong Biography today."

After these words, the audience was dissatisfied with booing and reluctant voices. These were all aimed at the buttons He Xiangdong left last time. But now they don’t say it anymore. Do you say you will die?

If a storyteller like this was probably panicked when he saw this situation, even Teacher Gu looked back several times, and Du Yuefeng was also shocked by the momentum of the audience. If he was put on the stage, he wouldn't know what to do.

This is a lack of experience.

He Xiangdong has long been used to such scenes. The audience is still uncomfortable if they don’t make a fuss. Do you think it’s cheap? He imitates the leader to wave: “Okay, okay, thank you, thank you.”

The audience was confused by him, thank you?

After the audience's voice went down, He Xiangdong began to fool the audience: "I will definitely close the buttons of the Three Kingdoms last time, so don't worry. You are all experts in listening to books, so we can't be laymen."

"There is a saying in our artist industry: Listen to the large scrolls of opera, listen to books and buttons. People listen to the final large scroll performance. The actors in this show have the highest level and the performance is the most exciting. When you hear a storyteller, you have to listen to buttons. This button directly reflects the level of a storyteller. We have to taste the taste of this button."

When He Xiangdong said this, many of the audience fell into deep thought. Well, they were all fooled.

He Xiangdong continued: "Of course you all want to curse the streets because of buttons. This is normal. The most interesting thing about listening to books is to think about other people's buttons and curse the streets while thinking about them. Hey, the greatest joy of life is simply here."

"Haha" the audience also laughed, and even the applause rang out. He Xiangdong said what they were thinking.

Du Yuefeng saw He Xiangdong stopping the venue after a few words on the stage, and the audience followed him. This skill made the flower that grew up in the greenhouse amazed and felt ashamed.

Teacher Gu also sighed deeply that if you want to reach He Xiangdong's level, it seems that his apprentice still has a lot of ways to go. Art skills are second-hand, the key is that others' calm mindset and ability to handle on-site accidents are the most precious.

He Xiangdong smiled and continued, "So, it's boring for us artists to tell you that without leaving buttons. You can't hear buttons anymore and actually feel like you have no taste in your mouth. If you don't talk about books, you're just like writing books. You're all scholars sitting here. The authors who leave buttons for you really feel sorry for you, because they're giving you a chance to curse. Your book is so pleasant to read and it's also a sound, right?"

"Okay" the audience laughed and applauded again.

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "So, buttons promote social harmony, haha, okay, less gossip, book back to the main text"

The sound of awakening the wood is loud and the book is opened.
Chapter completed!