After saying this, the predecessors of Quyi were filled with emotion. Some of them had experienced that terrible era. Even though they were still young at that time, they had really seen the tragic situation of their master elders.

How could it be so miserable?

He Xiangdong on the stage said: "After the founding of the People's Republic of China, traditional crosstalk was not allowed to be spoken, but they would have to be told new crosstalk. However, most crosstalk artists are out of school and don't know one big word. Besides, they are all in their fifties. Where can they come from? They don't have other skills. What can they do if they don't talk about crosstalk? They starve to death?"

Zhang Wenhai also said: "Yes, it's not easy to make art."

He Xiangdong said: "There is no way. The old artist is in his fifties and it is difficult to learn, but they have to have a meal, so they can only say some crosstalk that goes against the edge."

Zhang Wenhai helped the audience ask: "This crosstalk is..."

He Xiangdong said: "That's what I didn't allow to say at that time, it's just some old bags and traditional jokes. At that time, people were following the people at the entrance of the garden. As soon as the inspection team came, the people who followed him came in immediately and shouted, "Wings are in, and I'll just click something else." This is our jargon. We call this joke, which means that the person who came to check, so hurry up and change to something else."

"You have to change it immediately, change your baggage immediately, or talk to the audience for some leisure time, and you have to fool the people in the inspection team. Sometimes when you are talking about the topic, you can't change the topic by force, so you can only keep your throat down and say in a low voice."

Zhang Wenhai also said: "It's not easy."

He Xiangdong shook his head: "Yes, the inspection team is still criticizing it. You can't speak so quietly."

In the latter sentence, he also used Shanxi's backspun.

Zhang Wenhai also praised: "Wow, this inspection team is from Shanxi."

The audience was happy again, but there was a hint of heavyness in the laughter.

The backstage folks in the folk art world looked complicated. Indeed, many artists of that era were at a loss, especially the older artists. They learned things they had learned since childhood and talked about for most of their lives. Suddenly, they didn't let them say anything, and they all wanted to make new things. How could they do it?

Some new requirements are incompatible with the concepts inherent in their minds, and they can't adapt at all and have no idea what to do.

Take crosstalk as an example. Traditional jokes are not allowed to be spoken. If they want to say something that reflects the new China, praises the new era, or satirizes the reality, how can they do it? They have all accumulated jokes in advance, and they will say it when they come on stage, and the audience will applaud.

Now the audience applauds just doesn't work, it's up to the top leader to approve it. These illiterate ghosts who don't know a single word know what the top leader wants to see, and how can they understand it?

So later, the old Marquis took the lead in asking Lao She and other literary masters to help reform crosstalk. He worked hard and found a path very difficult.

The hardships are hard to be told by outsiders. Fang Wenqi was only contrary to the crosstalk world at that time. He went to collect and organize traditional crosstalk alone. In that environment at that time, how could he be a different person like him be able to get it?

However, although it was hard at that time, everyone was very energetic, because the artists at that time had become people's artists, and they were no longer the kind of inferior ones who were looked down upon and had different status. So although Fang Wenqi received a lot of unfair treatment, he had never resented the country and was still full of gratitude to the country.

He Xiangdong on the stage said again: "Later, it was time for cultural turmoil. At that time, all traditional art suffered a devastating blow. There were no performances for ten years. Countless artists were persecuted, died, fled and injured. How many senior masters were destroyed here, and how many types of folk art were almost extinct. We have not recovered this harm until now."

Zhang Wenhai nodded, and said nothing with him.

The audience was silent and the troublemakers had already left. If they were still there, I wonder if they would feel anything when they heard these words.

The media friends also put down their cameras and recorders and went silent.

The big names in the backstage folk art industry sighed.

He Xiangdong sighed lightly. When he arrived here, he didn't want to use any more burdens. He said: "In the 1980s, the folk art crosstalk began to revive, and the actors returned to the stage to start performing. Crosstalk became popular with the help of modern media."

"It's a pity that a large number of actors who have changed jobs were flooded in at that time. They have never learned crosstalk and cannot speak crosstalk. Some of these people really want to learn crosstalk, some want to make a living, and some want to take shortcuts."

"TV is a good thing. A party can make an actor famous overnight. The price he paid is to find a way to go to the party and then spend money to find a few good screenwriters to save a good book for him. It's that simple. Since it can become famous so simply, who else will learn crosstalk seriously and speak crosstalk seriously."

"It's a pity, it's a pity that it's a pity. He really doesn't know how to say crosstalk. You've seen him say crosstalk a few times. He can speak until death with a crosstalk that can barely be seen. Everyone wants to squeeze into the TV station, everyone wants to become famous overnight, and everyone wants to get something for nothing. This is not a normal art environment, nor is it a good art atmosphere. Don't think that traditional art is very conservative and dull. To be honest, this group of people are very impetuous."

The faces of the crosstalk seniors in the backstage were not good-looking. He Xiangdong was talking about the facts, and they could not change the facts. However, He Xiangdong still felt a little embarrassed and embarrassed when he exposed the facts so nakedly.

He Xiangdongdao: "The industry is impetuous, the practitioners are impetuous, and some so-called crosstalk masters who have changed their careers have caused trouble. The evil causes have been planted, and the consequences have finally come. In the 1990s, crosstalk has declined from prosperity, and all the folk crosstalks can't survive. Crosstalk actors in the system are also having difficulty living. There are few people in society who still listen to crosstalk."

The audience nodded one after another. They didn't listen to crosstalk before, but now they only listen to Xiang Wenshe's family. They really can't listen to other people's crosstalks.

Zhang Wenhai said: "It's not just that time, but now, and there are not many people listening to crosstalk."

He Xiangdong continued to say, "Yes, this is no wonder that others are not blamed. We can only blame ourselves, because there are not many crosstalk actors who really know how to speak crosstalk, and there are too many people who are just making up for the numbers. The art environment is too bad. No one is willing to make up his energy to learn, and no one is willing to speak crosstalk well."

Zhang Wenhai nodded.

He Xiangdong said: "We are folk artists. Mr. Zhang and I, as well as Mr. Fan Wenquan, who was backstage, founded a small theater in Fengtai District in 1996 and founded Xiangwenshe. We want to return crosstalk to the theater. There are many small theaters in Beijing now, but we started doing this concept first."

Zhang Wenhai nodded: "That's right, let's get up."

The audience applauded.

He Xiangdong looked at the audience and said, "The reason why we do this is very simple is to return crosstalk to his original appearance. What should it be? It's like. We just want to say crosstalk to you all. We will say whatever you like to listen to. It's that simple. You have to be happy to listen to it. Give us a few melons and we can buy food. This is the crosstalk itself and the best artistic environment."

Zhang Wenhai held it and said, "You are our parents of food and clothing, and you will be rewarded with food."

"Okay." The audience cheered.

The seniors in the backstage folk art industry also fell silent.

He Xiangdong sighed: "Crossing is not that great function. You can't give you a car, you can't give you a room, and don't add so much burden to crosstalk. This is a matter of talking and having fun. You all spent two dollars to listen here and relax, forget the pressure of work, forget the troubles of life. After laughing, go home. When you see your children, you can have a smile on your face, and when you see your parents, you can go to work happily, and then go to work happily the next day. This is the major contribution I made by He Xiangdong to build a harmonious society."

"Okay." The audience shouted loudly and broke through the sky.

He Xiangdong felt unhappy and said to himself: "Don't always let crosstalk have educational significance, but it must be ironic. What is good crosstalk and what is bad crosstalk, do you have the final say, or do I have the final say? This must be decided by the audience. What the audience recognizes is good, and does the audience say that they must receive education? They just use the audience's name to make a mess, you."

"Okay..." The audience cheered again.

Zhang Wenhai couldn't even get into words, so he just laughed a few times.

He Xiangdong didn't use any burden here, but the audience's reaction was still surprisingly good. This is ability.

He Xiangdong was angry and had some words in his heart for a long time: "Now there are still many big names in our industry who are criticizing traditional crosstalk, saying that traditional crosstalk is not good, saying that we want to abandon all traditions. We would rather have incomplete new than complete old ones. What a bullshit, I will kill him if the law doesn't matter."

The audience was even more excited and was about to jump up, applause one after another.

The media that had not left were also recording it quickly. They knew that He Xiangdong's temper would definitely fire tonight, otherwise it would be a strange thing.

He Xiangdong continued: "Traditional crosstalk is not good, no one has listened to it yet. What do you say about the audience sitting on the scene? What do you say about the audience that we Xiangwen Club cannot squeeze every day? Who else can listen to the so-called new crosstalk you say?"

Zhang Wenhai asked: "Then why do they hate traditional crosstalk so much?"

There was anger and sadness in He Xiangdong's voice: "It's not that they hate it, but that they don't know how to learn it at all, so they try every means to reject it. Traditional crosstalk is the wisdom of many crosstalk predecessors. All the things that can make people laugh in the Chinese language are summarized by them. What a precious thing."

"If you say you throw it away, why don't you die? I don't reject new crosstalk, but new crosstalk must be made by absorbing enough nutrition from traditional crosstalk, otherwise who will listen to what you wrote?"

"Traditional crosstalk, the lyrics of Taiping are a thousand. After the unremitting efforts of our people, we have finally retained less than two hundred. How sad. My master Fang Wenqi has been wandering in this life, just collecting these things. Those people say they throw them away, and he is reluctant to let them go."

"The old man tried his best to retain part of it. We have been in the founding of the Society for Wenshe for more than eight years. The traditional crosstalk we performed, including large sections with large costs, small sections of return, and lyrics of Taiping, have been over 600 sections together."

"good……"

"good……"

The audience was already in full swing.

The media friends also stopped and continued, applauding sincerely.

The seniors of the folk arts in the backstage sighed and also applauded, for Fang Wenqi, Xiang Wenshe, and for all those who strive for the crosstalk career.

He Xiangdong said: "We love crosstalk very much, so we are afraid it will be over. When Xiangwenshe was first established, we couldn't even earn money for food. I rode a bicycle around the Third Ring Road and ran on both sides of Daxing every day. At the worst, we had no food for three days. Mr. Zhang even spent money on pension in it, because we were afraid that crosstalk would be over."

"After so many years of struggle, Xiang Wenshe has finally gotten better, and crosstalk has slowly begun to recover. Some audiences have started listening to crosstalk and like crosstalk. What a good thing this is. However, there are still some people scolding us in newspapers and media, and doing many tricks behind their backs. When our performance started, there were still people making trouble. What exactly do they want to do? Do they hate us for not dying, or do they hate not dying of crosstalk? "

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Chapter completed!