Crosstalk: There is no big or small thing on stage, but there is a new tomb offstage Chapter 479 North Exhibition Hall! Eighty-six-year-old Jin Wensheng will live a long life!
Chapter 479 North Exhibition Hall! Eighty-six-year-old Jin Wensheng will live a long life!
On stage!
Qi Yuncheng talks about the storytelling of Three Heroes Sword.
But it’s only an hour, and after starting a story and a little plot, the time is almost up.
So I gave a button.
Wake up and take a shot.
The actors bowed and left the stage amidst lively applause.
After this, Qi Yuncheng, who came to Jin Wensheng's side, was a little excited, because today he was talking about a book he taught him in front of the old man, so he was still very much looking forward to his evaluation.
As for Jin Wensheng sitting in a wheelchair, what can he say about it? It’s too late to be happy. After all, there are still people talking about the book, which proves that it will not be forgotten for the time being.
Nor does he live up to what he wrote.
Sword of Three Heroes is okay, it’s a traditional joke.
Monte Cristo was really something he put a lot of thought into, and it would have been impossible if he didn’t work hard in those days.
Otherwise he wouldn't be able to eat, not to mention that he came to Tianjin by some strange combination of circumstances.
So I asked, "How is Monte Cristo studying?"
"Don't worry, keep studying hard. When I finish talking about the Three Heroic Swords later, I will also talk about that part of the book. Then please come back and listen to what you think."
"Okay, I must listen to it. I can't live without you until you say it."
Qi Yuncheng smiled bitterly at this sentence, but he couldn't talk too much.
After a while, they pushed Jin Wensheng backstage to rest.
Drink tea, chat or something.
At the same time, we also bought some hawthorn cakes on the table backstage.
This is the pastry that the old man likes to eat. It has a sweet and sour taste, a fragrant and glutinous texture, and is very suitable for an elderly person like him.
He was not polite, after all, there were no outsiders in the group.
He must be wary of the female host he invited, otherwise his image will be spread.
And if Qi Yuncheng knew what Mr. Jin was thinking at this moment, he would definitely laugh out loud. The older he gets, the more he looks like a child.
But just after eating a piece, Jin Wensheng had an idea of his own and said, "It's a big deal today, do you have enough time?"
"Enough!"
Guo Degang replied, "This is his special show, there is enough time."
"Okay! I also want to go on stage for the next children's encore! Let's talk about a cross talk with the children. I want to introduce it as my last time on stage.
Don’t talk about going on stage after that, I’m afraid you won’t be able to speak clearly.”
The words fell.
Guo Degang and Qi Yuncheng looked a little stunned, including Luan Yunping, who was holding tea next to them.
Because it is difficult for the elderly to stand up now, let alone perform.
Is it possible to sit down and talk?
Seeing their appearance, Jin Wensheng was very unconvinced, "I can still stand up, but my legs and feet are not convenient for walking, and I am not paralyzed.
If I were really paralyzed, why would I come here? I would have to stay in bed."
"Dad, don't force yourself."
"Xiaowu, you don't have to speak, I won't listen to you."
Jin Wensheng sat in a wheelchair and waved his hands, looking at Qi Yuncheng, "I listen to the child. If the child asks me to do it, I will do it! If he can't, then I won't do it!"
Swish.
Guo Degang, Luan Yunping, Guo Qiling and all the actors backstage looked at him, and Qi Yuncheng's pressure was doubled, why did it jump to his head?
The key is how can a junior like him come up with ideas?
Because I really don’t want grandpa to tire himself out from standing. Although he is not paralyzed, his legs and feet are definitely not good. Otherwise, why would he have to come here in a wheelchair? He just can’t stand for a long time.
Don't let grandpa go. Grandpa's desire to go up and talk can't be dispelled, and he is indeed right. Taking the stage this time may very well be the last time he takes the stage in his life.
Qi Yuncheng lowered his head and hesitated in an awkward manner, which was more difficult than performing a performance. He quickly glanced at his master, who couldn't make up his mind either. His eyes were wandering, and he obviously didn't know whether he should let him go up.
But if you don't let me go up, sir will definitely be unhappy.
"Yuncheng, please pay attention!" Jin Wensheng continued, feeling a bit urging.
Upon hearing this, Qi Yuncheng could only think of one topic to change, "The audience will definitely welcome you to come up and chat."
"Why are you chatting? This isn't a cross talk stage. I'll get up and talk a cross talk with you." Jin Wensheng is very enthusiastic now, otherwise he wouldn't take the initiative to ask.
At the same time, he has been talking about storytelling all his life, which does not mean that he can't do cross talk, but because of his accent, he feels that it is a bit bad to speak cross talk.
But I’m interested today, so I want to try it.
I hesitated for another five or six seconds.
Qi Yuncheng glanced at his master, then turned to his grandfather and asked softly, "Grandpa, let's go up and have a talk?"
"Okay! The child still loves me!" Jin Wensheng was instantly happy and praised, "Jie is my child! What do you think, Xiaowu?"
The corner of Guo Degang's mouth twitched. What else could he have in mind? He must agree, otherwise he would be too ignorant.
But you still have to tell me.
"Yuncheng, pay more attention to yourself."
"Master, don't worry." Qi Yuncheng nodded, knowing that he couldn't let his grandfather stand for too long, otherwise he would definitely get back pain.
Just as he was agreeing, Jin Wensheng spoke again, "I told you not to listen to your master, forget it, let's fight! What do you want to say?"
"I want to think about it!"
"Don't be anxious, think slowly, I will listen to you."
Jin Wensheng was very comfortable in the wheelchair and was really not in a hurry. Anyway, let the child make the decision. At the same time, he thought about when he had talked about cross talk before.
I'm afraid it was when Guo De became popular, he went on the show and chatted with each other.
Fast forward now, no more, no less, exactly ten years.
Just like that, it was confirmed that Jin Wensheng would return to the stage to measure one.
However, the return in the fourth game was not confirmed, but was arranged to be the last return after saving.
At that time, I had the most time, and if necessary, I could even talk to my husband about the entire curtain call.
But how could I let my husband talk for so long? Just make him happy.
So half an hour later
Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping are getting ready to take the stage and speak about their first stand-up comedy today.
"So what are you and the old man going to say?" Luan Yunping couldn't help but wonder.
Qi Yuncheng shook his head, "I don't have any clue, let's talk about a short paragraph! It's best to be related to Allegro, Grandpa Jin knows a lot of things.
Crosstalk, Allegro, Storytelling, Kuaishu four newspapers!
Especially Allegro, he had a very good relationship with Mr. Wang Fengshan."
"Just before, I brought Allegro with me when I came from the small theater, so I can use it."
Two people are talking in the side curtain.
Suddenly the host's announcement sound appeared.
"Next, please enjoy the cross talk "Learning Radio"! The performers are Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping!"
Program report.
The North Exhibition Hall of more than 2,000 people once again burst into applause.
Even though it’s a big venue.
But Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping have long been used to it, and it's almost like going home, because apart from the small theater, this is where they perform the most.
In other words, as long as they are willing, it doesn’t matter if Beizhan performs one show a week.
Because Qi Yuncheng’s current popularity does qualify him.
And time passes by minute by second.
After finishing talking about the radio station, the two of them started to perform encore.
As soon as the encore was over, Qi Yuncheng went down to interact with his husband.
By the way, I will go on stage again for a performance after a while.
After performing the legwork Yellow Crane Tower, Qi Yuncheng took a deep breath amidst the lively applause. It was finally this time.
So he spoke slowly.
"Today all the performances are almost finished, but it does not mean the end. Mr. Jin Wensheng also came to the Beizhan Theater today. He is 86 years old and it is not easy to come.
We invited the old gentleman out with applause."
"Okay!
Quack, quack, quack, quack!
The applause burst out again.
At the same time, the audience sat below and talked a lot.
"Good guy Mr. Jin is here?"
"The last time I listened to his book was at Deyun Library in 2008, and he hasn't been seen much since then. I heard he was recuperating from illness, and now he actually appeared at Qi Yuncheng's special performance."
“At such an old age, I don’t know how my body is doing!”
……
Jin Wensheng has been writing books almost all his life. Logically speaking, he would only be somewhat famous in Tianjin, but because Guo Degang became popular, his master Jin Wensheng became well-known.
But when they were talking about whether their husband was in good health or not.
Many people felt lost.
Because the old man came out in a wheelchair and was pushed by Qi Yuncheng, it can be seen that his physical condition may not be very good.
It makes sense when you think about it, you are over eighty, a very old age.
It’s very rare to still be able to appear on stage.
As Guo Degang said in the cross talk, one day I will be over 80, and it is really not easy for the audience to forgive me even if I walk on the stage for half an hour.
But the next scene made the audience's mood change again, and their eyes were more focused on the husband. They thought that Jin Wensheng was pushed to the microphone to chat with them.
Who would have thought that the next second, with the support of Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping, he would stand up behind the table. Although he still had to rely on his hands for support, he was indeed standing well.
There was no round of applause for this.
See this scene.
Guo Degang felt uncomfortable standing in the side curtain, because looking from behind, he felt very reluctant to stand up.
"Thank you everyone! I'm happy to see so many people here without saying anything."
Under the gaze of more than two thousand people, Jin Wensheng put his hands on the table and spoke with a smile, but his accent was still Tianjin mixed with Shandong.
No way, he doesn't like to speak Mandarin.
Qi Yuncheng stood in a teasing position and quickly introduced, "My master! Mr. Jin Wensheng! Why I want to talk about storytelling at the beginning today is because my grandpa is here and let him see what I, a junior, say. p>
Grandpa, what do you think?"
"Wow! No one is as good as you say." Jin Wensheng praised the child without leaving any room.
There is a state in which he dares to say this even if there are a bunch of old gentlemen on the stage.
Who doesn’t love your own children?
Qi Yuncheng felt a warm feeling running through his heart, and kept smiling and nodding, "My grandpa said this, I feel confident, but I just talked about storytelling, can you always tell me a cross talk?"
"No problem, you have to take me with you when we talk about cross talk. I won't talk for a long time."
"It doesn't exist, you are an old-timer."
For a moment, the grandfather and grandson felt like they were about to start a performance. During this process, Luan Yunping was still beside them, but she was slightly farther away.
What I was afraid of was that Mr. Leng Buding couldn't stand, and the two of them could quickly go over and help him.
This is also Guo Degang’s explanation.
"But today we, grandfather and grandson, are not going to talk about cross talk, but let's talk about Allegro's calligraphy! We all know that you can tell stories, and you can also sing Allegro's calligraphy very well.
But some people who don’t understand may think that Allegro and Allegro are the same, but there are actually very obvious differences.”
The white-headed Jin Wensheng looked at the child and continued to compliment him in his own unique accent, "What's the difference?"
"Allegro does not tell stories and has no characters. Allegro books tell stories and act out characters!"
Jin Wensheng: "Not bad!"
"These two terms came into being after liberation!"
"Who researched it?"
"Who researched it?" Qi Yuncheng looked at his grandfather and said it again, and then replied, "Mr. Wang Fengshan proposed the term Allegro! Mr. Li Runjie defined the form of Allegro."
"Not bad! Not bad at all." Jin Wensheng nodded repeatedly. Wang Fengshan and he were old friends, and later they became masters and apprentices by chance. Even though they became masters and apprentices, the relationship between the two of them was still friends. You have to remember that they helped each other in the beginning.
Came here.
"Before liberation, these two terms did not exist, and they were collectively called Shulaibao."
"What does Shulaibao do?"
"Walking through the streets and alleys to beg for food."
"A beggar?" Jin Wensheng held the table and looked confused, "Can't you just ask the uncle and aunt to give you some? You can still count the treasures. Go ahead and take the treasures!"
Hahahaha!
The old man's words were full of seriousness from the moment he came out. The audience was very happy to hear them in their seats, but the voice was much quieter than usual when talking about cross talk.
Because Jin Wensheng’s breath is obviously not as strong as before, and it’s like this even as he gets older.
Qi Yuncheng shook his head, "It's not that simple. I'll give you money as soon as you call me. I call you uncle, will you give me money?"
"Isn't that a bad grade?"
"Let's just say it's not that easy, but once you count the treasures, people will definitely give you money."
Jin Wensheng looked from the child to the audience, and said in a very skeptical tone, "That's not necessarily true!"
"Not necessarily? They won't leave until we give it to us!"
"If you don't want to leave, then you can just sing."
"Let's sing for a day."
"I won't sing for a whole day." Jin Wensheng was determined.
"Sing for a year?"
"I won't give you a year's singing."
"Even if you sing to death and make a comeback, you still have to pay me."
Jin Wensheng sneered, "I won't give you any money even if you die, even if I wake up slowly! If you meet those shopkeepers, if you meet me, baby, I won't give you any money. I have a nickname!"
"What nickname?"
"Money rust!"
"What did Qian Xiu say?" Qi Yuncheng was puzzled.
"As long as the money reaches my waist, it will rust."
"Oh!" Qi Yuncheng understood, "You can't take it away if it's rusty? Then you don't know my nickname."
"What's it called?"
"Iron brush!"
"Okay! What is it for?"
"Specially designed to cleanse your money!"
The grandfather and grandson were quarreling with each other. Qi Yuncheng looked at his grandfather and said, "Don't get angry, let's have a go. I'll sing Counting the Treasures."
"I'm the shopkeeper? So the insurance is on me and I won't take away a penny."
"Don't talk nonsense."
Jin Wensheng shook his head habitually, "I am absolutely sure."