Yang San said: "Fang Qi, I haven't seen each other for so many years, so why don't you fool me with the child?"

Fang Wenqi said: "Don't be dissatisfied. If you can't even win my apprentice, don't mention you're going to make the decision. It's not a shameful amount of money."

He Xiangdong was also there: "Master, let me compete with him, why don't you destroy me?"

Yang San was so angry that he shouted, "Good you, you are not old, you are quite angry."

Fang Wenqi said: "Yang Saner, don't talk nonsense. Crosstalk is a big one, and if you say it is detailed, there are twelve. If you have any yi sect, you will have the final say."

"Hey." Yang San was a figure in the Tianjin folk art world back then, so how could he be so angry: "Fang Qi, you bully people too much. As long as this child has a better school than me, I will be convinced."

Fang Wenqi also said decisively: "Okay, then we will compare to Liu Huoer."

Yang San reacted instantly and scolded, "Okay, you old guy."

Fang Wenqi smiled very much, but He Xiangdong looked at his master as if he was in the new big 6. He had never seen his master like this before. He didn't know if it was because of the excitement of seeing an old acquaintance or whether it was because of the revitalization of the theater with crosstalk to make him passionate.

In fact, I didn’t have much thought about it. Fang Wenqi thought very simply. In the next day, the three of them had to cooperate hard. It would be better to let Yang San and his apprentice get familiar with each other in advance. In the martial arts world, it is called "Mastering Friends in the martial arts world, and in the art world, it is also called "Mastering Friends in the martial arts world."

As for Yang San's idea, it was even simpler. He actually didn't mean to make a decision, it was purely because of face. After all, when he met Fang Wenqi, he was still a glorious young master. Rather than saying that Fang Wenqi was talking crosstalk with him, it was better to say that he was supporting Fang Wenqi.

Then after so many years, I became like this, and I had to rely on old friends who were far inferior to my former savors. He couldn't bear to worry about his face, so he asked who would make the decision, and then took the opportunity to show his ability and prove that he was worth the money. He didn't rely on other people's rewards to make the money. Secondly, he was also giving himself a step forward. If he really made the decision, he wouldn't dare. If he didn't sell his skills for many years, how could he be able to keep the place?

He suffered a lot of injuries in the early years and his body was damaged. Now that he is old, he really can't do physical work like pedaling tricycles, and there is no descendant to take care of him. Yang San is also worried about the days ahead.

Just so happened that Fang Wenqi came to him to talk about crosstalk. In recent years, small folk theaters have also appeared. It is better to be more productive than to work hard to do arts, so he agreed so happily, and he was not panicked with his old partner.

Fang Wenqi patted He Xiangdong's head and said with a smile: "Dongzi, let me show you Uncle Yang with two throats."

Yang San frowned slightly, and his heart was slightly unhappy. He originally wanted Fang Wenqi to perform, so he could find another step to go. It would be natural that Fang Wenqi would make the decision in the future. Who knew that he would really push his apprentice out? What's the matter?

He Xiangdong opened his mouth and said, "Wang Wang’s gossip counts yin and yang. Forget it, the stars and moon grow in the sky. Forget it, the grains and grains are the size of broad beans. Forget it, the crops in the ground are the size of sorghum grow."

Opening his mouth means the lyrics of Taiping in Lao Duan. The final soundtrack shocked Yang San, and his eyes widened. Is this kid so powerful?

After trying a few sentences, He Xiangdong paused, and then heard the bell in Jiange singing the Beijing drum. He was like crying and complaining, and he could also come in such a twist.

Finally, He Xiangdong also sang a Peking Opera old student, the white-style green-style singing style of Ping Opera, and the Henan Pendant. Yang San was stunned by the extremely charming singing style.

After singing, He Xiangdong looked at Uncle Yang with a smile.

Fang Wenqi also held up a smirk and asked, "San'er, how is my apprentice singing?"

Yang San was stunned and asked in surprise: "Are children nowadays at this level?"

"Haha" Fang Wenqi laughed and said, "Stop talking nonsense, sing quickly."

Yang San was almost crying and said with a bitter face: "What else do I sing? Your apprentice is going to be crazy. This is the reincarnation of the ancestor."

Seeing that Yang San also recognized his apprentice, Fang Wenqi was also very happy and said, "Don't worry about this, I'll have the final say in the future."

Yang San nodded helplessly.

He Xiangdong was a little confused, so he was quite happy to see that his master was still the decision.

In fact, even Fang Wenqi won't win He Xiangdong in terms of singing skills. This situation is very common in the folk art world. In terms of singing, there are two kinds of voices that are the most precious. The one is Fang Wenqi, a precious voice that practices every day after decades of hard work, practices the voice every day. The opening of the voice is leisurely, full of charm, and full of time and experience.

There is also the voice of He Xiangdong, who is born with a special voice, and his mouth is full of charm. This is called the boy's voice, which is definitely the master's food to eat. He is born with this skill. In addition, he studied hard for a few years and practiced hard, he will immediately become more and more popular. For example, some people in the Liyuan Festival have a singing skill comparable to those of masters when they were young.

Like a Peking Opera Prodigy in later generations, his voice was absolutely amazing, and he had a full taste when he spoke. He performed on stage at the age of seven or eight. No matter how big his wrist was, he would appear in front of him. He was the finale. His singing skills were indeed great. Who would you like to reason with?

However, this kind of voice still needs to pass, that is, the so-called vocal change period in adolescence. When the vocal change period is, the voice will become low and hoarse, and you can't sing songs anymore. This is a big difficulty. After passing, you will have a smooth journey. If you can't pass, your voice will be useless. Then you can't eat this bowl of rice. So why is it called vocal change? This warehouse is a granary. Is there still food to eat when the granary is poured?

There are many music singers who can't pass the yi level. Later, they all changed their careers. There are many crosstalks, and there are also parts of crosstalks, but the requirements are relatively not that high. It's like a three-pointer. Of course, if you can sing well, it will naturally be easier to form a corner.

He Xiangdong is nine years old this year and will be at the Cangmen in two years. Fang Wenqi is also preparing for it. He is determined to let He Xiangdong get through this barrier smoothly.

There was nothing to say. Yang San went back to the house to clean up his things, boiled water and took a shower, and changed into clean and tidy clothes.

Then the three of them arrived at Liancheng Club, and Lin Zhengjun went door to door and talked, and the Peking Opera team was there and Bai Fengshan was there. Everyone got to know each other and was not polite. They were not left with much time, and the performance was about to start tomorrow night.

Three crosstalk artists, two old and young men, found a secluded corner in the theater and started talking about life. As for life, they are all familiar old jokes, and now they mainly modify some of the burdens.

Yang San has not let go of his basic skills over the years, but he has not been on stage for many years. Fang Wenqi is afraid that he will not adapt, so he lets him be the supporting actor first and use his head to sink, so that the pressure will be relatively small.

Bai Fengshan watched the two old men live there, he narrowed his eyes and let out a deep breath, and it was tomorrow night. If it failed, it would be really failed.
Chapter completed!