"And cheer for the farmers."

This is another new thing. The audience is having a great time sitting under it today.

Luan Yunping took a deep breath and said calmly, "Come on, please explain."

"Farmers cultivate the land with a hoe."

Qi Yuncheng picked up the fan and started to swing it like a hoe, "I'm covered in sweat from doing this. You stand next to me and shout, come on! Come on!"

"I'm just a waste of money."

"So these things come together to improve your quality. It is said that you have both virtue and art. Although you have no art, you are full of virtue."

"What do you care about?"

"You are an artist anyway, and you are still a seventy-three-year-old cross talk artist."

"I've been really messy in my life."

"Teacher Luan Yunping, a seventy-three-year-old cross talk artist, talks cross talk across the road at Tianjin Qilin Society at three o'clock every afternoon."

Luan Yunping suddenly thought about it and imagined the scene, "Across the road? I remember that when there were many people, the people standing over there were all the audience friends watching us."

"Yes. You are willing to stand on the street and perform for the audience. That fan is so happy that he can't stand it anymore. Well, here are six audiences."

"Six people are looking at me?"

"These people are very happy. Oh, the artist said it so well. I love watching him. The self-media also came and posted it after filming. Look, this is the real folk art performance. What kind of drama has the Qilin Club opera been exposed to? Guo Degang, you

Do you want more face?"

"Are you using me to scold Deyunshe?"

"Teacher Luan's rosy face under the scorching sun brings out Deyunshe's black heart."

"Oh." Luan Yunping became interested, "Now I can't tell the self-media that my rosy face is tanned."

"It's okay. If I tell them, they won't care. When it comes to real artists, shouldn't Deyun Society give them some shares?"

"Why?!"

The work is performed.

The whole audience couldn't sit still.

Anyone who is not stupid knows that this is a complaint about black fans on the Internet.

As soon as Qilin Club opened, there were indeed too many self-media scolds.

There were scoldings and everything.

And Guo Degang was helpless when he saw it from the side. This child can say anything.

"It's a bit like the situation in 2000." Yu Qian looked at the child and said calmly.

As soon as he said that, everyone around him nodded.

Not so.

Only Jingjing still didn't know what was going on, but he sat on his little bench and kept looking at his father.

Dad was talking on the stage, and there were so many uncles and aunts watching below. Even though he didn't know much, he could understand how powerful Dad was.

It was this feeling that kept him watching for so long.

After watching for another ten minutes, the audience burst into applause, and the little guy finally waited until his father left the stage.

When he got off the stage, Jingjing was extremely happy, but it was impossible to hug him.

Because I was wearing a long coat, I was afraid that it would get wrinkled if I moved around, and I had to go on stage for the curtain call later.

"How about being nice, Jingjing?"

"You're so good." Yue Yunpeng helped to speak, "Sitting on the bench for half an hour without moving. How can an ordinary child do this?

Not to mention sitting for half an hour, even after five minutes I start losing concentration and want to play."

Anyone who has children knows this, so you can imagine how you feel when you watch your little one sit there for half an hour without making any noise.

Not so good.

On the contrary, it is necessary to put it on Xixi. Let alone five minutes, even three minutes cannot stay. Look here and there.

I'm afraid that my legs will rest for even a second.

"Okay, now it's your grandpa's turn to perform. Let's go down below to rest, and then come up and watch it with dad."

"Um."

Jingjing happily agreed.

Go down and play with dad.

Zhou Gulan and Xiaoyu prepared tea for their master and uncle early.

While preparing, several girls singing drums and songs nearby stared at the former. This was their captain. The captain could often interact with Teacher Qi Yuncheng, and hug and respect him at any time. They were extremely envious.

Although they can talk in the past, it is not so natural and there will only be some tension.

"Let Jingjing drink some first."

Qi Yuncheng sat down and put the little guy on his lap, then picked up the tepid tea and asked him to drink some. He should be thirsty after coming here all night.

After drinking the water, Zhou Gulan carried Jingjing to her side without saying a word, and even kissed her on the cheek.

The way she sat and watched cross talk for half an hour was very cute, and she even took a lot of photos.

Being kissed by Sister Lanlan made Jingjing speechless. This sister was always so enthusiastic, so she could only suffer in silence.

"Master, I heard that you are going to teach this month?"

"Just replacing Teacher Gao."

"It would be great if you could come over and teach a drum class sometime."

Zhou Gulan hugged Jingjing and said, although she did not come from the drum music class, the team members and the girls who came today are all from the drum music class. She still hopes that the master will show his face in the drum music class.

She usually went to see it with teacher Yang Hetong, and she was really very prosperous.

"The Drum Music Club now has many more teachers, so I don't need to go there anymore. Besides, I have promised Teacher Gao to go to the Xiu Xi Club, so I don't have that much time this month.

Let’s talk about it later. Let’s go see the old gentleman more by the way.”

Zhou Gulan was helpless. She still wanted to go shopping with her master so that she could show off her skills. Now more people know that she is in the small theater. Although she cannot be said to be arrogant, she is proud of herself.

If you are not proud of yourself at this age, you are no longer a child.

Not everyone can be like Qi Yuncheng, who has the psychological quality to live in two lifetimes.

Even when Master was first angry, he was very high-spirited and very proud.

It's a pity that time can change a person so much. Faced with some comments, he is no longer as jealous as he was at the beginning.

The first is that he is getting older, and the second is that if he had not resisted in the first place, Deyun might have been killed, but now it is impossible. Deyunshe is already a formidable army.

You don't need to deal with all bad things personally.

"How are you? Have you rested well? Are you still drinking water? Do you want to eat something?" Qi Yuncheng asked his youngest son.

Jingjing shook his head, then went down to the ground and followed his father to the side curtain to continue listening to the cross talk and feel the atmosphere of the theater.

Sometimes cross talk is about feeling the atmosphere and the actor's state of speaking. Once you understand this, it is much better than just memorizing the words.

Whether the baggage makes a sound or not depends mostly on this.

But not to mention Jingjing taking it seriously, even Zhou Gulan was also taking it seriously, as if he wanted to learn more.
Chapter completed!