Crosstalk: There is no big or small thing on stage, but there is a new tomb offstage Chapter 134 Storytelling is the art of listening, drumming is the art of looking at the thighs!
Chapter 134 Storytelling is the art of listening, drumming is the art of looking at the thighs!
The storytelling performance is over.
A group of people came downstage.
Except for the actors who took the scene.
Almost everyone backstage was looking at Mr. Xianjin Wensheng.
Guo Degang, on the other hand, looked at his apprentice and said happily, "Yuncheng, is it unexpected? Your grandfather finally came here from Tianjing.
Just in time for your book."
Qi Yuncheng stood speechless and couldn't speak for a long time.
Because apart from paying tribute, I really don’t know what to do. At the same time, I am also very nervous and don’t know what I am doing.
Jin Wensheng, on the other hand, looked calm, then looked at the child, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up.
"This book is pretty good. Your master probably taught it to you."
When Qi Yuncheng came out with a sentence, the first thing he heard was the Tianjing accent, but then suddenly there was a hint of Shandong dialect.
This is not surprising.
Because my husband’s hometown is in Shandong, and his family was in decline, he came to Tianjing by chance, and then slowly started doing these things.
Qi Yuncheng immediately agreed.
"Well! Master has told me a passage these days. Today is just a short review. At my level, I probably won't be able to say it more than a few times."
"What's the matter? Don't want to say anything anymore?" Jin Wensheng suddenly wondered, with a slightly surprised expression.
"No, I know what level I am at. I still have to learn. I can't say it on stage."
Jin Wensheng heard the child's words and smiled coldly, "It's not bad. This character is neither arrogant nor impetuous. It's just that you lack a bit of your master's sharpness. You have to be tight-lipped.
If you don't let go and can hold the crowd down, no matter how many people there are, they won't dare to deal with you.
If the audience comes to listen to you, then they have to let you.
Of course, you still have to learn in this area. Although things are going well today, you are not in this state.
After all, in that era, libraries were actually quite messy.
If you don’t have it, you will be a student for the rest of your life.”
Given a simple evaluation, Qi Yuncheng, who had never studied storytelling seriously before, must have been confused and didn’t even understand what it meant.
But after studying for half a month, plus the experience given by the system, he understood what the old man meant, that is, he lacked the smooth momentum of a storyteller.
And the storyteller’s own style.
But how could he find this thing in such a short time?
However, my husband's evaluation can be said to let him know what is missing.
But just by saying this, my husband's chatterbox started to open up, because he loves storytelling, and then he subconsciously complained.
"The situation is getting better now. When we were at the flower field, there was a group of people in the audience who didn't know what to see.
Just those old men.
Giving flower baskets to storytelling actors is a sign of love for art.
But when I put flower baskets on the drum performers, they all came to look at the white thighs under the cheongsam. Those old gangsters can tell their virtues just by looking at them."
Old BK is a curse word used by Tianjing.
When the old man said this, a group of people couldn't tell how happy they were, because his mouth still didn't spare others.
But I can’t talk for a while.
Luan Yunping, who had been silent for the whole time, gently patted Qi Yuncheng on the shoulder. There was no need to speak for this pat.
He understands the meaning.
So say it immediately.
"Grandpa, I'm going to perform now. There are two cross talk shows today."
"Go, go quickly, don't delay! Let's go to the library later and have a look! There are not many people there. In fact, the most enjoyable thing about reading is not more than a hundred.
You can try it in the future too.”
"Hey!!"
Qi Yuncheng agreed and was about to turn around and prepare to go to the side curtain with Luan Yunping. After all, it was their special performance.
But suddenly, Jin Wensheng was stopped again, and at the same time he gave the child another suggestion.
"In the future, it is best not to stand up when telling stories. Standing up is to adapt to the form of the new era, but it is completely different.
It's easy to sit and pause, and express your opinions with your mouth. At the same time, it's just your mouth, and your gestures are framed, which can be regarded as belonging to the upper body.
If you are standing, it involves hand, eye, and body skills, and you need to have a good posture, and even when changing characters, you need a few more things.
Don’t do this when you first learn, but you know some opera body shapes, right?
So even if I stand, I don’t look like I’m falling down.”
When Qi Yuncheng, who was called back by the old man, heard this, his whole brain was confused and his whole body was numb.
I have to say that the old man’s eyes are so poisonous that he can see through everything at a glance.
So he told me honestly, "Teachers Yu Kuizhi and Li Shengsu took me with them before."
"That's right, go quickly."
"Hey!"
As soon as he agreed again, Qi Yuncheng couldn't stop smiling. He didn't know why, maybe he discovered that folk arts are really common.
And when he was performing on the stage, he really didn't use it deliberately, and it was impossible to do it deliberately. He was still trying to figure out the logic of the story.
How can you still think about this?
But the body movements show it naturally.
Of course, when you study cross talk, you also learn character acting and so on, but when you learn opera, you really strive for excellence.
After all, opera pays more attention to this aspect than any other industry.
And the more this happens, the more he feels that the field of folk art is really interesting.
You can use whatever you learn.
But I didn’t waste much time.
He and Luan Yunping quickly came to the side curtain and waited for a pair of actors, Shaobing and Xiaosi, to come down.
And the host reported behind the scenes.
So I went up and continued the show.
It's not story telling, it's cross talk they know.
As soon as he returned to this, Qi Yuncheng felt much better, so he threw away the baggage with great ease.
At the same time, he also talked about his feelings about storytelling from time to time. Anyway, it was just for fun. He still needs to learn now.
That's it.
Time passes minute by minute.
After a few hours of matinee, performing a few traditional jokes and receiving many gifts, it was almost their final curtain call.
As for the curtain call, the small theater is much simpler.
A group of people chat casually and then sing a little song and that's it.
No restrictions.
The topic can also be made larger.
However, Qi Yuncheng himself is a little selfish, that is, he just needs to get off work today and doesn't really want to add more. After all, his husband is in the background and he wants to see more and chat more.
So after another little song, it started to explain that today’s program was over.
Then prepare to bow down with a group of people.
But how could he have imagined that the New Year's Day special today and that day would be the same scene, because one or two girls of the same age actually showed up at the end.
Seeing them, Qi Yuncheng was really puzzled, my dear, are they still buying tickets this time?
Such luck!
He couldn't even grab his own, but they didn't even leave behind.