Chapter 130 Fuck you, your master is the fat little black man!
"Speaking of this hobby, everyone has it, and there are even people who are better at storytelling than me.
So let’s have some fun today.
But according to the rules, let’s start with the opening poem first!”
Come up and say some nonsense.
After packing up everything on the stage, Qi Yuncheng threw out his words in a eloquent tone.
"Abiding by the law makes you depressed every day, but a strong beam sings every night!
Riding a mule to benefit oneself at the expense of others, being upright and fair and starving!
Building bridges and repairing roads leads to blindness, but there are many murders and arson!
I went to the West and asked my Buddha, and the Buddha said!"
Snap!
There was a slight break in his breath, Qi Yuncheng took a striking photo, and spoke again at the same time.
"I have no idea!!!"
"Okay——"
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
Again.
There was loud applause in the theater, and everyone in Titus was happy, and some even shouted loudly.
But to the actors, it feels like it’s fake.
Because it was his first time talking about storytelling, how could he get so many shouts? However, it was clear that everyone was deliberately complimenting him, so his mood was always very high and very lively.
It’s just that he is busy.
The backstage area is not idle either, because people are coming.
It was none other than Guo Degang, Gao Feng and the old man Jin Wensheng, and even Luan Yunping was following them.
As for why Luan Yunping was there, it was mainly because he tipped off the news, otherwise how would he know when Qi Yuncheng came to power?
And wait until they all arrive backstage.
Everyone else in the background was shocked. Not to mention Master and Boss Gao, the old man and the others were really invisible.
Because he usually only works in Tianjing.
And I am 80 years old this year, born in 1930.
An old man who has lived for almost a century.
So it is really rare to see an elderly gentleman, but besides being skinny, his body is still very strong.
Come here on this cold day.
Just wear a gray down jacket, a thermal jacket and a pair of fleece pants.
There is nothing else added, mainly because he doesn't like it, because he has some performances at his age.
That's inconvenient.
This time, and past the side curtain.
Jin Wensheng sat on the cup of Taishi held by Guo Degang, and at the same time drank a cup of hot tea handed to him by Gao Feng, mainly to warm his body.
I just sat in the library for a while, and then there was a bit of wind on the road and it was quite cold.
But after Jin Wensheng took it, he asked in authentic Tianjing language, "What is this?"
"White tea! I prepared it for you. It tastes very good."
When he saw this, the old man went back and waved his hand, "Why should I drink this thing? Is it high? Just give me a little drink."
"Then I'll go make it!" Luan Yunping, who was standing close behind, said a small word, then she took the cup and went down.
As for this high-breaking tea, they are well prepared behind the scenes, because some people really like to drink it, and this is the residue and foam left from the tea leaves, which can be said to be very cheap.
People who drank it in the past were all doing this.
But times have changed. More and more people like to drink it, and it is almost sold out.
It's not easy for them to buy it.
Just as Luan Yunping was walking down, Jin Wensheng turned his attention to Qi Yuncheng on the stage and took a good look at him. After all, he didn't recognize too many Deyun disciples, so he asked.
"Is this the child?"
"Yes! It's called Qi Yuncheng!"
"Really? This kid looks very similar to me when I was young, quite handsome!!"
"Yes!!"
Guo Degang was used to his husband's talking style, so he could only laugh with him and then look at him.
I really don’t know how this child’s storytelling is doing today.
But with his stage experience, he should be pretty good standing there. I guess as long as he doesn't realize that the old man is here, he shouldn't have too much psychological baggage.
Regarding this, Guo Degang actually had similar feelings.
When he performed in the system, Mr. Hou Yaowen watched from the audience, and he was also nervous when he performed.
So by not telling it, it was just to worry about the child.
On the stage now.
Qi Yuncheng really doesn't know anything.
After finishing the opening poem, he put his hands on the table and spoke.
"In order to prepare for today's storytelling, I actually prepared a lot, and even turned down tens of thousands of performances to come here.
So it’s not easy.”
"Hey~~"
Hearing this, the audience below could not help but cheer.
If you can believe it, then there is a real ghost.
Qi Yuncheng smiled nonchalantly, "That's right! I also know that you will definitely be able to make up the money for me.
The show will end later, remember to cooperate actively, we can make more friends.
But let’s talk about it after the show. You guys finally bought the tickets.
Let’s talk more about books.”
"So when we talk about storytelling today, some people may ask, are you talking about storytelling or stand-up comedy?"
"It's really hard to explain this matter now. What's the problem? In fact, from an artistic point of view, the two are similar in many ways."
"Say it first!"
Qi Yuncheng raised his hand and gestured one by one, "They are all performed by one person, and they all tell stories. There is baggage, plot, laughter, and comments.
What's the difference?
I personally think it depends on the person.
For example, my master Guo Degang talks a lot about cross talk. As long as he speaks alone, even if he talks about storytelling, you will think it is just a stand-up.
As for those storytelling masters, if they say something casually, you will think it is storytelling.
So it’s really hard to distinguish, and it’s quite difficult.
This is different from cross talk, where you can have a partner standing next to you.
I’m alone, I can’t talk about myself.”
At this point, Qi Yuncheng turned his face, started talking about cross talk, and then spoke.
"Hey, Qi Yuncheng, your master is a fat little black man. Then I have to yell back, screw you, your master is a fat little black man."
Hahahaha!
A moment.
The audience below was almost laughing because of this paragraph.
Anyway, I always criticize my master.
Hearing this, Guo Degang stood at the side curtain and really had nothing to say. This kid has just started to learn storytelling, but this thing has a sense of stage, so it is really not something just learned.
And old man Jin Wensheng was happy sitting in his chair. Guo Degang was so dark and fat, how could he, the master, not understand.
However, after laughing, Qi Yuncheng cleared his throat and said, "No more trouble, no more trouble! Let's start writing the biography of Jigong!
So did Jigong exist in history?
In fact, there is!
He passed away in 1209, and it has been more than 800 years since this year.
This man lived to be sixty-one years old. Of course, it is different from the fairy tales you read!
There is such a bohemian monk, but his shabby shoes and hat are all made up by everyone.
True and false, false and true, the good wishes in the crowd were condensed and placed on this person.