"??The calf is as affectionate as the spring sunshine. The old coach left his hometown and returned today~~

The loving mother lives in Jianghan, Sichuan, and the general fights with cannons~~

One is Feng Dao Xue Jian, fearless~~

One is the iron horse and Jinge do not frown~~”

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Tianjin Auditorium.

Two thousand people watched.

The young Qi Yuncheng began to give a tone and sang "Chen Yi's Mother" with the Beijing-style drum!

Jingyun drums are niche art. Without a certain understanding and knowledge, you may not understand what you are singing, but the audience must know who Chen Yi is.

So I don't find it awkward to understand the lyrics.

But for so many people watching and listening, it took more than twenty minutes. If it weren't for being able to sing, it wouldn't be possible for people to listen to it.

Because to be honest, there is no storytelling, crosstalk is interesting.

Fortunately, Qi Yuncheng's drum music is not weak, and the atmosphere during singing is not warm, and many older people are even here to give it good.

This has already shown the problem. Since the Guqu Club was launched, the old audience has been sang back one after another.

Of course, the child performs drum songs in the big scene.

How could the actors coming from the backstage not pay attention to it today?

Even if Ma Ye, who is older, is watching, he is also in love with Quyi.

There is nothing he can't come from Peking Opera, crosstalk, and drum songs.

So he looked at the stage and spoke slowly.

"I like this joke very much. It's really a masterpiece to write Hui Duizhe like this. The singing style is also good. Now that the child comes to sing, the details are handled well."

Guo Degang heard Ma Zhiming’s praise in his heart. Because of the goodness of the child, he had already understood from the moment he met him.

Sure enough, after singing a paragraph, the sounds below were heard one after another, and they were asking the actors to come back.

Qi Yuncheng naturally lived up to his side and returned to a very familiar drum song "Mulan"!

After a paragraph is sung, the applause falls, indicating that today's drum song program has come to an end for the time being.

The singing went smoothly, whether it was Mr. Zhang Yali's opening or both of his works.

Then, it will be the storytelling turn.

Guo Degang helped the child with a performance and went up to talk about it.

As soon as he got up, the audience responded very enthusiastically, which gradually made the atmosphere come out of the audience. After all, the audience was more sitting down.

Unfortunately, I didn’t come to fill the pit today, but to dig it. I was going to spend an hour talking about something on the stage.

And when the master said,

Qi Yuncheng has a lot of time to rest. He still asks Mr. Ma and Mr. Zhang Yali for advice. Although the former is not professional, he still says that his drums are better than some specialized ones.

Deeply erected in the quyi.

For this reason, when a child learns a lot, no matter how good his talent is, he does not learn it thoroughly.

Nothing can be learned about folk art.

Even if he is still studying even if he lives to a hundred years old, he is even more so if he is less than thirty years old.

Ma Zhiming loves his children's enthusiasm for learning very much, and even the crosstalk he wants to say later is slightly substituted, which is not considered a substitute, which means some other stage experience.

Surprisingly, he found that children can really understand these things and can understand them with just one word.

For example, telling your father about his experience in the venue, the child can immediately figure out what to do if he put it to the present.

Just so smart.

Usually, I say that someone is talented and I can’t help but praise him, but only when I really have more contact with my children can I fully understand what it means to be talented.

To be honest, a child will definitely do better than him when he is at his age.

Ma Zhiming can no longer do anything in his life, and he can't help Quyi.

Children are different, and their popularity and ability complement each other will definitely make him the next Guo Degang.

Even if he surpasses his master, he might be able to do so.

He can guarantee this, after all, the proud and proud Guo Degang was now almost old.

Time does not circumvent people.

Don't think much about it.

When it was 9:30, when Guo De had just finished a book, it was his child Qi Yuncheng's turn to play.

He also gave him a thunderous applause when he went up.

After bowing and looking at the audience giving a final poem, he spoke slowly.

"Thank you, my master just told me a book, I probably have to dig another hole, so I will try my best to finish a story.

But I am very moved that I can come here to start such a venue.

This does not show how capable I am. I just report to you what I know. I am also a young master of folk art. I don’t know how I learned it. Please take it more. Students will definitely make progress in the future.”

"I sang the big drums before, so I'll go to the drum club to listen."

Hearing the voice of the actors, a man in the auditorium shouted bluntly.

As soon as he shouted, the rest of the people were even more so. The audience could only praise Qi Yuncheng's state because every performance was not careless and he worked hard.

Especially today.

I'm afraid his master has never done this kind of performance in the three parts back then.

After all, I love my disciples and give them this kind of praise.

Of course, if it weren't for the strength here, then it wouldn't be able to be promoted no matter how hard it was. The blacksmith still had to be strong himself.

Obviously, Qi Yuncheng has this ability.

More recognized by the audience.

Not only those girls, but also those old audiences who were attracted by drum music.

"Thank you, thank you for your support! The students are so grateful that they can't do much, but the only thing they can do is to sell their strength on the stage.

But because of time, we just talk less.

What is the name of the book we are talking about today? I will give you a passage of Diamond Sutra in a regular way!”

Sorry!

Xingmu took a photo again, Qi Yuncheng looked at the vast two thousand people below and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not chanting here, the name of the book is Diamond Sutra.

When was the story? In the 42nd year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, the weather in Wuzhong area was not good this year, and the people were affected and almost never recovered.

The weather is drought and flooding, and after that, locusts are caused by the matter.

For a time, every household was anxious to eat. So where did our story happen? Everyone, there is a Dongting Temple in Dongting Mountain.

There are many big monks in this temple.

You all know that the temple is not a business. Unlike other businesses, you have to eat in the temple, and it will be a life-threatening moment.

There is not enough rice.

The big monk, the little monk, the old monk, the fat and the fat monks sat together for a meeting.

What to do? Where can we get so many rice...

…”

Qi Yuncheng frowned on the stage and played the role of the monks worried. This story is simple, it means that there is no food to eat. The temple took out its most precious Diamond Sutra handwritten by Bai Juyi and mortgaged it to the Shanxia Xiangguo for rice to eat.

Later, a lot of things happened because of the Diamond Sutra until it finally returned to the temple after going around in circles.

The ending is a good ending, but unlike ordinary stories, there are not many conflicts, but there are many fascinating ones.

Therefore, the audience in the auditorium also found it interesting to listen, and the more they listened, the more they became more and more attentive, and the atmosphere was even better than when singing a big drum.

Feeling this, Qi Yuncheng smiled bitterly in his heart while saying this. There was no way, drum music was really in that state.

Even if I’m telling a story, it’s better to be more elegant, not just to tell it in a straightforward way.

Guo Degang also saw this. The atmosphere was better than drum music that could be seen with the naked eye. Drum music was interacting with a small number of people, and when they talked about it, almost everyone was listening to it.

It seems that the road is quite long, but you won't be wrong when you keep walking

Money

At least we can’t let this sunset music art be completely lost, it’s fine if it’s passed down from generation to generation.

Leave a fire there, and maybe a big fire will ignite that day.
To be continued...