"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.
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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."

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