"What's going on?" the teacher who controlled the equipment muttered.

"Hmm?" Du Yuefeng also expressed doubts.

Old Yuan frowned and looked at He Xiangdong inside the glass wall.

After the awakening wood fell, He Xiangdong suddenly felt a blank in his mind. He didn't know how to open his mouth. He was confused and lost.

"What's wrong, Teacher He?" The teacher who controlled the equipment shouted at the microphone.

He Xiangdong was still unaware of it, as if he had lost his soul.

Du Yuefeng frowned, and he couldn't understand what was going on with this person.

The teacher who controlled the equipment frowned and was about to shout again. At this time, Old Yuan gently patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Okay, today's recording is here. Let's record it another day. Please trouble you, Xiaoyue."

"No trouble, no trouble, Teacher Yuan, please be polite." Although the teacher was puzzled by He Xiangdong's performance, he still replied very politely.

Old Yuan nodded and said to the two of them: "Okay, you all go and do your business, just have me here."

"Oh, okay, goodbye to Mr. Yuan."

"Goodbye, Master."

Du Yuefeng turned around and he always regarded He Xiangdong as his biggest opponent, but why is his opponent so strange today?

After both of them went out, Old Yuan sighed silently, opened the door of the room and walked in, and stood beside He Xiangdong, looking at him, and he still looked like he was wandering outside the sky without any burnt soul.

Old Yuan was not in a hurry and stood beside He Xiangdong waiting for him to come back to his senses.

After a while, He Xiangdong's eyes slowly refocused. With such a little bit of magic, but it was all confused and exhausted.

"Oh," Old Yuan sighed deeply, looked at He Xiangdong and asked, "Master, why don't you say it?"

"No." He Xiangdong shook his head.

Old Yuan moved his body and stood in a long position and was tired. He turned his back to He Xiangdong, looked out of the glass wall with a faint look, and said softly: "It's normal not to go back, I didn't know either, your master didn't know back then, but we all knew it after all."

He Xiangdong rubbed his face and head, his brows so frowned that he couldn't untie it.

Mr. Yuan said: "Actually, you are the same as us at the beginning. There is no difference. We don't know how to say it, and you naturally don't know either. But we know it after all, and you can do it too. You need to adapt to the new model and new technology now."

He Xiangdong looked up at Mr. Yuan and asked in confusion: "But in this way, will you be happy? Will you feel happy when you say this?"

Mr. Yuan nodded with a smile: "Happy, what's wrong with it? Radio storytelling can increase your popularity and become bigger. You can also promote the art of storytelling and let more audiences know and like it. What's wrong with this?"

He Xiangdong was silent.

He Xiangdong really couldn't speak, and he couldn't even read the final poem. When he first came in, he felt quite novel, but when he was actually telling, he found that something was wrong.

Because there were no audiences or listeners at this scene, he could not see the audience's reaction when he was reciting the final poem, and there was no audience watching him when he knocked on the awakening wood, and even after he finished reciting, no one would applaud.

What do you want to say about the next book? How to grasp the scale and sections here, how to talk, how to develop the plot, where can he obtain this information without an audience?

He Xiangdong had never experienced such a performance since he was a child. He was confused and didn't know how to continue. His mind was blank. This state was something he had never seen before.

The teacher who is in charge of audio doesn't understand because he is not an insider; Du Yuefeng doesn't understand because he grew up in this environment since childhood; but Mr. Yuan can understand because his experiences are similar to He Xiangdong.

He was born in a storytelling family. His father and two old men are the three masters of the Yuan family who are well-known in the storytelling industry. He also learned art since childhood. He had always been in the teahouse and bookstore before and had never left the audience.

Later, he talked about books and went to make records on the radio. If there were audience members and recording on the spot, he was still used to it, but if it was just him, he couldn't say it.

I just couldn't adapt, including Zhang Kuoru at the beginning, but they finally adapted and got used to it, so they just said that.

Mr. Yuan turned around and patted He Xiangdong on the shoulder and said, "It's okay if I can't record it today. Go home to adjust and adjust. Let's come back another day. We have adapted to this pattern for a long time before we got used to it."

He Xiangdong asked: "Which type do you think is better when telling about the radio or in the teahouse and bookstore?"

Mr. Yuan did not answer immediately, and after a little thought, he said: "Both these forms are indispensable. With the help of radio media, we can allow art to cover the whole country's audience and promote art, including your crosstalk. There is no TV or radio. Just the mouths in the teahouse can be said to a few people. Can the audience in the remote mountainous areas hear it? Can the audience in the south hear it?"

"We are all art from the north of Yi. People in the south listen to it very little, and many people like it now. Radio and television here are a great contribution. Only with the help of these media can our arts be better promoted and covered."

"But this method also has its drawbacks. After all, there are different stories in radio and in teahouses. Radio recording will limit the time of each session, such as half an hour, but this session has to be said forty minutes. What should I do? I can only adjust it myself. I can't talk to the audience face to face. It is indeed difficult to grasp many size issues, and I cannot get feedback from the audience in time. In this way, it will be difficult to improve the actor's level."

"So, in my opinion, radio is a means, and teahouses are the place to go. Without radio, our art is difficult to promote; without teahouses, our art is difficult to pass on. We can even say that real storytelling exists in the teahouse bookstore. Every actor who wants to go on radio and television must have the experience of speaking in the teahouse. This is our rational way."

After hearing these words, He Xiangdong sighed long and his eyes became clearer: "Real art is in the folk, and real art is in the teahouse theater. I understand the means and the place of return, thank you."

Old Yuan nodded and looked at He Xiangdong with relief: "It's good if you understand, learn and do your best. You guys will take care of the burden in the future."

He Xiangdong focuses on the key points.
Chapter completed!