Crosstalk performances require people to watch food and eat, and people to put on the plate. The person you perform is the person you like to listen to, and you have to perform to others.

It is sweet in the south and salty in the north, spicy in the east and sour in the west. Different people have different flavors. People like to eat sweet things. If you give them a plate of salty food, can they like to eat it? Your crosstalk is not plagued by the way.

Just like these audiences in this theater, they all love to listen to opera, and they are all opera fans. It is right to use opera to narrow the relationship with them. If you come to the long section of the yi section, like the eight-slide screen, it will be hard to say whether it can be heard in front of these audiences.

The mat was good, so you can be ready to get into the living. Fang Wenqi continued: "You sang things from other people's Liyuan business just now. Can you sing our crosstalk sing?"

He Xiangdong asked back: "The lyrics of Taiping?"

Fang Wenqi replied: "Yes."

He Xiangdong said: "What's wrong with this? It's simple. What do you want to say?"

Fang Wenqi said: "The lyrics of Taiping are divided into old tunes and new tunes, as well as singles and duets. Let's have a duet of Wenwang hexagram."

"No problem."

Fang Wenqi took out black water from the cotton bag and boiled the jade. He Xiangdong's jade was already sent to someone. He didn't have time to make a new one, so he beat him by himself. He tried the yi flower dots slightly, and then sang on the board: "The world is great and the sun and the moon are long."

"There are yin and yang in the world." The last word of each sentence in the old tune of Taiping is a scattering sound. He Xiangdong sang it very well, and the charm came out immediately.

Fang Wenqi sang again: "The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are passed down."

He Xiangdong answered again, and another beautiful voice: "The fisherman and woodcutter talk about the rise and fall of the ages."

"I had a Jiang Luwang in the past."

"Fishing King Wen by the Weishui River."

"Long Ju pulled Prime Minister Jiang up."

"King Wen of Zhou visited the loyal and kindness for the country."

"I pulled eight hundred single eight in a row."

"It's all up to King Wen to calculate the yin and yang." He Xiangdong did not stop and continued to sing: "Oh, forget it and count it again. This funeral is better than a wife."

The audience couldn't hold back at that time and laughed. The name of King Wen sounded quite mysterious, but the lyrics inside were all truthful, so it was a joke itself.

Fang Wenqi couldn't continue singing anymore and asked, "You can calculate this thing from the Wenwang Gua, which is the yin and yang, five elements and eight trigrams?"

He Xiangdong asked with confidence: "Is there anything wrong? Am I wrong?"

Fang Wenqi gave a thumbs up at that time and said, "Wow, the singing is reasonable."

He Xiangdong said proudly: "That's right, King Wen has calculated all the yin and yang, and has never failed for thousands of years."

Fang Wenqi said: "Okay, keep singing."

He Xiangdong started again: "The one who married a wife is better than the one who was in the funeral."

Fang Wenqi immediately caught it: "Oh, forget it and then, there was an emperor in the former Qing palace."

He Xiangdong answered again: "Oh, forget it and then, this emperor is not a eunuch."

Before he finished singing, he was stopped by Fang Wenqi and said in shock: "Isn't the emperor a eunuch?"

He Xiangdong was puzzled and asked back: "Is he?"

Fang Wenqi was choked: "That's true. The key is that you don't rhyme. When we sing songs, we pay attention to rhymes, but you don't rhymes."

"Look at me." He Xiangdong sang again: "The emperor is not a eunuch."

The audience laughed, and Fang Wenqi was shocked and said laughing and crying: "I'll give it to the eunuch, you can think of it."

He Xiangdong said: "The key is to look at our singing style and our sound."

Fang Wenqi quickly stopped him: "Okay, okay, don't throw the sound, what's the matter?"

He Xiangdong said: "Then let's continue singing?"

Fang Wenqi sang: "Forget it and count it, grains and grains are the size of broad beans."

He Xiangdong followed: "Forget it and then, the crops in the fields are sorghum."

When he said this, Fang Wenqi sang again: "Forget it and then, that towel can't be used as a towel quilt."

He Xiangdong answered: "That coffin cannot be used as a new bed."

Fang Wenqi smiled, but did not refute, and sang again: "Forget it and count it, it's not your mother-in-law who is easy to talk to."

He Xiangdong pointed to Fang Wenqi and then sang: "The little boy can't be someone else's son-in-law."

"Go." Fang Wenqi pushed He Xiangdong.

The audience laughed, and the final bottom rang. The two bowed to the audience, and the performance of the opening crosstalk was over. The father and father carried the table and walked backstage.

The old man in the corner also stood up and walked backstage.

When he left the show, he saw Bai Fengshan and Lin Zhengjun waiting there. Lin Zhengjun hurriedly ran over to take the small table and put it next to Yi.

Bai Fengshan looked at Fang Wenqi, smiled slightly, and bowed solemnly: "Boss Fang."

Fang Wenqi also bowed his fists and said solemnly: "Boss Bai."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Lin Zhengjun beside him breathed a sigh of relief.

He Xiangdong was unhappy, jumped and said, "I'm there, and I'm there."

Bai Fengshan also looked at He Xiangdong with a smile and bowed, "Boss He."

He Xiangdong argued, "Don't be young, I am the second best person in the crosstalk world."

This made everyone amused.

Fang Wenqi smiled and patted He Xiangdong's little head, saying, "You are Ma Sanli in the Peking Opera world and Ma Lianliang in the crosstalk world, right? You can travel far enough in this industry."

"That's it." He Xiangdong said proudly.

Bai Fengshan asked, "I just saw that this child is very experienced in singing, and he obviously has practiced his posture, this is it."

Fang Wenqi replied: "I have always raised this child since I was a child as a Peking Opera School, so don't even look at him saying crosstalk now, and changing into costumes can also be on stage."

Bai Fengshan nodded and praised: "It's quite impressive."

Lin Zhengjun also ran down from the stage and hurriedly said, "Masters, stop talking, it's about to start the show, Lao Bai should be on."

Bai Fengshan nodded and clasped his fists again. Fang Wenqi said solemnly: "Please, Boss Fang." They tried their best to get up even if the theater was not up. Now they finally saw some hope in Fang Wenqi's master and apprentice.

Fang Wenqi also understood what he meant. Just look at the few people who came tonight, he knew it. He was not vague and clasped his fists and said, "I'll do my best."

Bai Fengshan said, "Thank you." Then he walked to the exit door and waited.

Fang Wenqi exhaled deeply, looked at the little apprentice beside him, and said, "Dongzi, are we going to the backstage to rest, or what?"

He Xiangdong was drooling and said, "Master, didn't Manager Lin say he would treat us to midnight snacks? Then let's go and eat first, and wait while eating."

Fang Wenqi looked at his apprentice with disgust and said earnestly: "Child, why do you look so shameless like me?"

He Xiangdong was amused.

Fang Wenqi patted his apprentice's head and said, "Let's go, let's eat him and the earth shakes."

"Haha" the two masters and apprentices smiled and walked out.

At this time, the old man in Zhongshan suit also came to the backstage. He called Fang Wenqi to leave: "Please stay, sir, is Fang Wenqi?"

Fang Wenqi looked back and his pupils slowly dilated.
Chapter completed!