"You still need applause for this? I didn't understand what I was talking about."

"How about forgetting the lyrics? It's just making it up." Qi Yuncheng regained his composure, "This is the Xihe Dagu Book. Forgetting the lyrics makes people feel so joyful and happy.

But there is a folk art that makes people feel sad and delicate when it is sung, and it is so moving when people listen to it."

Luan Yunping answered immediately, very curious, "Hey, what kind of folk art?"

"Beijing Yun Dagu, and it is also a Beijing Yun Dagu of the Bai School."

"Bai Pai Jingyun Dagu?"

"Yes, Jingyun drums are divided into three major schools: Liu, Bai, and Zhang. Among them, Mr. Bai Yunpeng's Bai style Jingyun drums are full of melodious and pleasant jokes."

"Can you sing? I'll teach you a few lines."

"If you can't sing properly, just sing a few lines."

As soon as the words of praise came out, Qi Yuncheng on the stage immediately began to sing Beijing-style drums with intention. The reason for him to go to the Spring Festival Gala was to promote our traditional folk arts, if not for the limited time.

He will not only introduce Xihe Dagu Shu and Jingyun Dagu, but also reveal other things. If it is a small theater, he might even bring Lanlan along.

And when he comes.

As a teacher's wife, Wang Hui felt a little emotional when she watched the TV. It was so rare that there was even a Beijing-style drum show on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

Don't talk about her, just those old gentlemen in Tianjin.

Don’t they watch the Spring Festival Gala?

Impossible. Even if they had not watched it before, when they heard that Qi Yuncheng was going to attend the Spring Festival Gala, the whole family watched happily. After watching and listening, they found that Qi Yuncheng sang Chou Mo Yin Chu.

The emotions in my heart are very overwhelming.

Needless to say, the singing is good. The key is to be on a public stage. This stage is not a variety show or a program, but a national stage. It is really amazing.

There was no one in the audience who didn't like what they heard, and they looked at the actors seriously.

The camera even captured some elderly people singing along in the auditorium.

Those who are older are basically aware of the popularity of drum music in the 1970s and 1980s. One theater after another opened, so it is impossible not to know.

Suddenly, the old man who had been invited by the Deyun Drum Club was in a good mood, with only one word being happy.

As for Lan Lan, who is his apprentice, there is no need to say more.

Look at Master seriously.

Haven't eaten any food.

It was his singing of drums that made her fall in love with this industry.

What Master does has always been very meaningful.

She also joked with her once that Qi Yuncheng went to the Spring Festival Gala purely because of the popularity of the cross talk.

If one day she, Zhou Gulan, can attend the Spring Festival Gala, it means that traditional folk art is already very good.

"Lanlan, let's eat."

The parents at home call out.

Zhou Gulan then continued to eat while looking at his master.

However, the program can be said quickly. After Jingyun Dagu finished singing a few lines, the performance was revealed to let everyone know.

Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping bowed and left the stage.

They bowed and came off the stage, receiving huge applause from the audience.

The cross talk is full of amusements, showing off the skills in a down-to-earth manner, showing off the singing skills and traditional folk arts.

How could you not be liked?

For this reason, not only was the applause great, but the ratings after the two people performed also doubled to a terrifying level.

It proves that the director's vision is right, there is no influence of singing and dancing at all, it directly lifts the atmosphere.

If it catches fire but not mud, the audience will be more interested in watching the subsequent performances.

"It's finally over. This year's Spring Festival Gala is much better than before."

Got off the stage.

Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping went out to the studio, and the latter sighed subconsciously.

But before they could finish their emotion, the two of them walked into the corridor and were immediately interviewed.

"Hello two, what do you think of the piece that was just performed?"

"It's not bad." Qi Yuncheng stopped and spoke, facing the reporter, and looked at the camera again, "Because this is not the first time to attend the Spring Festival Gala, so the second time I will feel much better and won't be too nervous."

“Is there any purpose behind the performance of the work?”

"Of course, more people like traditional folk arts. If you appreciate it carefully, you will find a lot of interesting things."

"So what are you two planning to do now?"

"It's time to go home. It's getting late. I wish you all a happy New Year and have a happy reunion."

In the corridor, Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping participated in an awkward interview for a while, and then immediately went to the actor's special lounge.

If there is someone you know inside, you must say something before leaving.

Shengteng and Jia Ling are both going to the Spring Festival Gala and have been waiting for their own time.

"Hey, look who's here, Yuncheng, you're great."

Shengteng's program was a little behind the scenes, but their team's costumes had already been changed.

"The two of us have completed our mission. I wish you a successful performance."

"no problem."

"Let's go first."

"Be careful on the road."

Not only was he upbeat, but he also said hello to everyone he was close to, then changed his clothes and hurried home with his partner.

When they returned home, things at home had already begun to get busy.

Now that the stew is done, the next step is stir-frying.

The moment the show ended, Mrs. Song decided to get busy, and soon there were sounds of various fires being fired and the sound of cooking in a pot.

I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up.

But where I can't catch up is that no matter how fast the cooking is, the slowness in cooking is the slowness in preparing the dishes, so before Qi Yuncheng came home.

One dish after another was prepared and brought out.

"Xi Xi brings it, mom gives it to Xi Xi!"

Seeing that it was finally time to eat, the little girl was not so happy. She followed her mother like a little tail and stretched out her two little hands to catch it.

How can Song Yi trust her to pick up the big dishes? How strong can a small girl be? "Go and carry that plate of prawns. Serve it carefully and don't let it spill on the ground and be eaten by the noodles."

"Um."

The little girl turned around and went to the kitchen to get the food. Noodles followed beside her wagging her tail, a little speechless. She was worried that she would eat it, but not that her little master would steal it. She was no less greedy than herself.

"Dog, go there, don't follow."

When Xixi was carrying a plate, noodles were standing by her side, but the little girl was afraid that the noodles would trip her, so she kept shouting.

What else can I do for noodles, I have to go somewhere else.

And when the red and fragrant prawns were placed among the dazzling array of vegetables, the little girl couldn't take her eyes off them.

Love eating these things.

Not to mention the prawns, the ribs, red pork ribs, steamed fish, roast chicken, soy sauce beef, and braised pig's trotters all seemed to be deliberately tempting her.

"If you can memorize the names of the dishes, I'll let you eat first."

Suddenly a familiar voice appeared, and Xixi turned her head, her expression suddenly filled with surprise.

"dad!!"

"Hey~"

The little girl rushed towards her father, and Jingjing was already in his arms.

Holding the two children in his arms, Qi Yuncheng couldn't stop laughing.

He had just arrived. When he got home, he must have seen his wife and the others busy at work. He immediately picked up Jingjing, who was running towards him, and then looked at the dining table.

Good guy, the little girl was fascinated by looking at a pile of food. She stared at it motionlessly. She had no idea that she was back. Why did she love to eat so much?

I couldn’t turn my eyes at the food.
Chapter completed!