There is a saying in the artist industry that is called "The music art that is familiar with the original script, and the music art is not tired of listening to it", which means that you should listen to fresh things when listening to books. The audience likes to listen to fresh stories. If you say what you said last time and say it to others again, they will turn their heads and leave again, because there is no newness. This is called fresh books.

A familiar play is a very familiar play that audiences like to listen to, especially the representative work of a certain actor. Whenever there is a performance with this actor, the audience will name it and let others sing it again.

Not only is this the case in Liyuan, but it is the same in the song world. For example, the audience listens to a certain singer's representative work in private and vomits, but if he goes to someone's concert, he will definitely jump and let others sing that.

This is the difference between the two.

There are many categories of folk art that you can’t get tired of listening to, and it combines the characteristics of fresh books and mature operas.

Take crosstalk as an example. The audience likes to listen to fresh crosstalk, but they also like to listen to interesting old crosstalks, such as the eight major career changes. This joke is won by Liu Huer, which is not tired of listening.

There is also the very technical "Twelve Schools of Crosstalk" that He Xiangdong has performed before. This section can be performed repeatedly.

You can also apply the original crosstalk narrative plot and story framework, but as long as you change the burden, it will still be very popular with the audience.

Its own adaptability and transformability are very good, so this is a folk art that you can't get tired of listening to.

He Xiangdong, the Jiutou Case, occasionally said the last few times over the years, but most of them said it was two or three paragraphs and not talked about it.

Even when Xiang Wenshe moved, He Xiangdong tied the button with the Jiutou table the night before, which attracted many viewers to the Sifang Teahouse. Later, he still didn't fill the pit.

So some old audience members heard He Xiangdong talk about the Jiutou Case again, and these people were really about to curse, because they were so afraid that He Xiangdong's grandson would dig another hole and leave. Their fragile little hearts could not withstand this blow.

No matter what, He Xiangdong's Jiutou Case still started talking. In less than three or five minutes, everyone in the audience was attracted by He Xiangdong. These people were fascinated by him and were all immersed in the story.

Among them are a group of big names such as Hou Sanye, as well as Zhang Baoku and several knowledgeable seniors. Even Zhao Fenghua and other guys who are preparing to cause trouble are attracted by He Xiangdong's story.

He Xiangdong's current level of storytelling is not far from that of a generation of masters. He thought that in the Peony Awards competition, he defeated the storytelling alone. At that time, his level was already a famous master.

More than four years have passed, and he has fully accepted Wang Miwei's inheritance and learned all his skills.

He Xiangdong is also the only successor of Zhang's storytelling. In addition, he inherited Wang Miwei's mantle. The disciples taught by the two masters personally are not powerful? Not to mention that He Xiangdong's own conditions are surprisingly good.

So it's no wonder that he has the ability today.

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After talking aloud and talking about a short section between the chicken and dog combination, He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai had a final section. The performance was about to end, and it was almost 12 o'clock.

Then he returned to the stage. The jokes he told were all the small pieces that were on the verge of losing before. Traditional crosstalk costs about 300 pieces, but with some small jokes, there are enough for thousands of pieces.

Fang Wenqi collected a lot of things back then, and He Xiangdong learned a lot of things, and he knew a lot of things in his stomach.

After the third period of return, all the actors appeared again. He Xiangdong stood in front. Zhang Wenhai thought about it and stood behind, pushing Xue Guo to the table. Xiang Wenshe's future depends on these two people. He must let these two people have the ability to shelter Xiang Wenshe from the wind and rain as soon as possible.

He Xiangdong looked at the audience's audience with emotion, and then looked at the colleagues coming, and he felt even more unsatisfied. He turned his head to see his press friends who were still firm. He nodded slightly and said to the audience: "At the beginning, I told you that at the end of the show, I will tell you a little story for everyone, do you still remember it?"

"Remember." The audience shouted in unison.

The reporters and media friends were also shocked. Before the performance started, they learned from He Xiangdong that he wanted to release a big news, but He Xiangdong refused to reveal that these people waited until now to ask for news, and they finally heard it now.

Many journalists turned on the recording equipment, took out pens and notebooks, and prepared to record.

The recording team of the TV station also quickly pointed the camera at He Xiangdong's face, and they were preparing to record it carefully.

He Xiangdong put his hands in his sleeves, his brows tightly locked, and his master's old and stubborn appearance appeared in front of him. Gradually, He Xiangdong's eyes also felt a little wet.

He Xiangdong's voice slowly fell down, and he sighed slowly, "I want to tell you the story of a stubborn old man. This old man is not popular and has no friends in his life. His friends can count it with one hand."

"The old man has no great ability. He has been displaced all his life and has never even married a wife. His family is very poor and he can barely have a meal. Sometimes the situation is not good, and it is common to go hungry."

"The old man is very stubborn and can't listen to anything others say. He only listens to his own. If he thinks it is right, he will definitely do it. No matter how others persuade him, it is useless."

As he spoke, He Xiangdong's eyes became redder and redder. Fan Wenquan on the stage also turned his head aside, his face full of unbearable expression.

The audience was a little confused, but everyone felt the turmoil in He Xiangdong's heart. The audience was silent. Everyone was unwilling to make a sound to disturb the person on the stage who was already in love.

He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled bitterly, and continued: "The old man may be stupid. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he joined the Quyi Troupe. He is a standard people's artist. He eats imperial grain, has income, status and reputation. He married another wife, gave birth to a child, and took a few more apprentices. If he is older, he must be a respected old artist."

"But the old man is ill and has a good life, but he insists on making a big fuss. He also retreated from the Quyi Troupe and wandered around the world to collect and organize the traditional crosstalk that was about to be lost. Protecting traditional culture is the country's big deal. What should you, an old man, get involved in?"

"I also put everything in my life. The old man has never lived a good life in his life. He wandered around the world. To put it nicely, it is called running around the world and selling arts. To put it ugly, this is no big difference from the beggars who sell arts on the street. We even live a worse life than those beggars. Do you think this person is crazy?"

"I didn't allow traditional crosstalk to be spoken back then. These traditional old tricks had to be changed. I didn't allow them to be said anymore. He still had to do this. For this reason, he broke up with the crosstalk world at that time and plunged into the people. From then on, all the glory was gone. He couldn't even have enough food and didn't even have a place to live. Are you crazy?"

When I heard this, everyone at the scene was shocked. Whether it was peers or audiences, everyone was shocked. What kind of person is this?

He Xiangdong wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "The old man loves crosstalk for the rest of his life. He can do anything for crosstalk, even if he takes his life. No one knows how much hardship the old man has suffered, and no one knows how much sin the old man has suffered, even I don't know."

"What I know is that the old man was already in his sixties and was already in a bad state when he was in his seventies. He was already in a bad state and had no good place in his body. The doctors said that it was a miracle that he could still live."

"What I can know is that the old man is full of ability. He has learned a lot of crosstalk that others have never heard of. He can also learn many lost jokes."

"Take the traditional crosstalk special show on the verge of losing this time, why do I dare say that the nearly 100 jokes we performed cannot find twenty people from the crosstalk world? The reason is that all these things were exchanged for the old man with his life, so I dare to speak like this."

Many viewers in the audience's eyes were red, and many female audiences were crying. What a pure and noble artist, and other words could no longer describe him. This is an artist, a real artist.

The media friends also sighed, with tears in their eyes, and recorded them carefully in the notebook.

The colleagues were very complicated. Compared with the old man He Xiangdong said, they all felt ashamed of themselves.

Master Hou San sighed deeply and shook his head without saying a word.

Mr. Shi lowered his head and said nothing.

Chu Cheng had already burst into tears.

Yan Liang stared at He Xiangdong in a daze. At this moment, he felt that he really understood He Xiangdong. What he understood was not only the other party's ability, but also the stubbornness that he did not change his original intention when facing the ban. This is the real artist.

Even Zhao Fenghua and his group were obviously here to find fault, but now they have nothing to say. It is okay to talk about other things, but if they want to talk about this old man, they feel that they have no face to open their mouths.

He Xiangdong couldn't control his tears anymore. He wiped his tears and roared with sobs: "This old man is my master Fang Wenqi, the Fang Wenqi who loves crosstalk to death."
Chapter completed!