"What other experience can I give you? You also learned a lot from your grandfather, so just speak normally."

Guo Degang wanted his children to speak storytelling well so that they could stand in front of their husband, but in reality there was not much he could teach him, so Yuncheng followed him around in the theater since he was a child.

Very familiar with various folk arts.

Even in storytelling, he can say that he has never performed before.

However, this is a new book, so there may be areas that need to be discussed and considered.

So Qi Yuncheng had to say, "Master, please help me take a look at Liang Zi. There is a section at the end that I feel is wrong."

"The last paragraph? Are you going to the library to finish it?"

Guo De just asked, because Beizhan could only talk to him for an hour. He was still very relieved about this one-hour matter, but when he heard that the child was about to be groomed, he 100% wanted to talk properly.

"It's really hard to finish saying it. There are so many times to look back at it, so I can only try my best to say it."

"Then you are busy enough, running both drum music and storytelling."

Guo De just muttered, but suddenly he thought of something and suddenly became happy, "Okay! In this case, I will go over and talk for a while.

I stopped talking in the middle of what I said last time, and I didn’t have time to fill in the gaps. I feel it’s better to start a new one.”

"..."

Qi Yuncheng's eyes changed slightly, "Hey, my master is a professional digger, he's about to start digging again.

Please advise quickly.

"Master, can you fill the hole you made before?"

"That's not possible!" Guo Degang looked at his apprentice and said without hesitation, "It's been so long and I can't even think about it!

Some netizens said before that I like to dig holes, which made me sad. I can only try my best to maintain it.

Besides, it’s boring to talk about books without digging holes. You haven’t said much yet. If you say more, you will know the fun in it.”

"Really? Master?"

"Yeah!"

After listening to the words, Qi Yun Chengdu was almost incited to rebel by the master's words, but Jiang is still old and spicy.

But is it really fun?

I'm a little confused, after all, Master said it very seriously.

After Guo Degang saw the child's expression, he spoke again, "There is a golden house in the pit, and a beautiful face in the pit! Learn slowly, you still have a lot of time!

But it doesn’t mean that you have to do it well. No one is perfect, just make yourself happy.

If you want to read, then tell stories; if you want to do crosstalk, do crosstalk; if you want to sing drums, just sing drums."

"I understand Master."

"Okay, let's talk about books."

The words fell.

The two masters and apprentices got down to business, preparing to put all the Three Heroes Swords in order.

How could Guo Degang not know this? He had been studying with Jin Wensheng very early, and his knowledge of these books was terrible.

He even said that he couldn't even take out all the things in his stomach. He learned too much when he was young.

But after sorting out some details, Qi Yuncheng suddenly smiled and took out the Monte Cristo manuscript given by Grandpa Jin Wensheng.

"Master, do you know this book?"

Guo Degang's expression suddenly dropped. This book is from abroad. I must have heard of it, but if he can say that he is an eggplant.

Because most of what he knows is traditional.

This book is one that Jin Wensheng created in those years.

How could he say this?

Just looking at those names is enough for him.

"Monte Cristo can only find your grandfather, how could I know."

Qi Yuncheng was happy when he saw the master and said, "Whenever I learn it, I will also talk about it. I hope you will come and listen."

"Listen! How could I not listen! I hope those viewers can understand!"

At that time, new trends were blowing everywhere, and foreign literature was also welcomed in the country. It was for this reason that Jin Wensheng wrote this book.

But nowadays, young people don’t read many books, so how could they possibly know such a book?

But I can still listen to it even if I don’t know, because what I’m listening to is a story, and as long as it’s told well, the audience will still like it.

Anyway, what Qi Yuncheng thought was that since his grandfather gave him two books, he must finish the story and leave a video material.

This can also be circulated on the Internet.

After opening the Drum Music Club, he became obsessed with video recording, because if there were more records of the original drum music, it would not have caused some old men to rush to make up for it in their later years.

After all, there is still little information about folk art.

Without thinking too much, Qi Yuncheng followed his master to practice storytelling, and then waited for the opening day of the Beijing Exhibition.

Time flies too fast.

In early March, we arrived at Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping's place.

For this reason, at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Qi Yuncheng, Guo Degang and others went to Tianjin to pick up their husband.

The moment I received Yanjing, my husband was very happy.

How long have you been away from home?

This time I can go out and take a look at my child's big show.

But as I get older, I get older every day. Jin Wensheng seemed fine before, but this time when I went to pick up my husband, I obviously found that his legs and feet were a little inconvenient.

Eighty-six years old, a very high age.

So after arriving in Yanjing, he had to sit in a wheelchair the whole way to relieve some of the burden, but even sitting in a wheelchair was a bit awkward.

When I saw this scene.

Qi Yuncheng stood in his master's house and felt very sorry, but Jin Wensheng was happy in his wheelchair the whole time because he saw Guo Degang's child.

"The big fat boy is much fatter than Yuncheng's girl

Like Xiao Wuxiang, both are so fat. I hope to be taller in the future."

Guo Degang smiled from ear to ear, "I'm still young, so I don't know how tall I will be in the future, but I'm about to eat, so you can try my handiwork.

It’s been a long time since I cooked for you!”

"Cook as many dishes as you like."

"No problem, we don't see each other outside."

Wang Hui is here today, but my husband finally accepted me as a guest, and Guo Degang cooked the food himself.

The dishes cooked in the kitchen are not too rich.

Because the old man can’t eat big fish and meat, just cook something he likes.

So they are very homely, and the meat and vegetables are very appetizing.

In particular, there is one dish related to pickles.

Jin Wensheng took a bite and tasted it. When he tasted it, he thought of the time when Xiao Wu lived in his home.

They are all poor!

There are not many dishes that can be put on the table.

The only thing that can be eaten is pickles.

It’s also good to eat pickles, because they can be mixed with rice, eaten with porridge, or steamed buns, and can also be used as food and drinks. Sometimes meat is served at home, and it can also relieve tiredness.

Keep eating, even if life gets better, you can't live without it.

"Dad, please try it." Guo Degang said.

"Eat them all. Eat more, Yuncheng, because you have to perform tonight."

Seeing that he was suddenly mentioned, Qi Yuncheng nodded in agreement.

But after eating and resting for a while, a few people rushed to the Beizhan Theater today.

But it is inconvenient for the old man to go out by car.

It was Qi Yuncheng and Dalin who managed to get into the car with all their strength. The more this happened, the more uncomfortable the former felt.

It was clear that he was fine some time ago, but who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the old man's body would become like this, and he didn't know what would happen in the future.

After getting in the car.

Guo Degang did not ride in the same car with Jin Wensheng because Jin Wensheng wanted Yuncheng to follow him, and the matter of kissing another generation still existed.
To be continued...