Cross talk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is built under the stage

Chapter 520 Guo Degang who sorts out the Nine Heads case! 【Subscribe】

"The monarch is weak, the ministers are strong, the world is chaotic, and the power in the court returns to Dong Zhuo~~
Hundreds of civil and military officials have no good strategies, and they are less resourceful if they want to eliminate thieves~~

Situ Wangyun was worried about the Han industry, and made a series of tricks to use Jiao'e, he wants to restore the Han mountains and rivers~~"

……

home!

Zhou Gulan wore a single ponytail, and was wearing a white and clean dress, singing Beijing rhyme drums.

After singing this passage, except for one or two opening lines, Qi Yuncheng hardly corrected her.

It is enough to prove that when looking at things, I was fascinated to learn.

I used to worry that her study progress might not be as good as that of the students in the college, but now I really don't know, it is very likely that I have been secretly working hard in places that I haven't seen.

And if she learns it well, there will probably be another lovely girl singing the big drum on the stage of the students of the Drum Music Club.

In terms of appearance, she is indeed good-looking.

When we first met, she was only twelve or thirteen. Last year, she was seventeen within a dozen days of apprenticeship. This year will be her adult year.

time flies.

And he remembered that her hair was not too long at that time, just shoulder length.

In the past few years, she has become almost the same as her teacher's wife.

Or let's talk about the Eighteenth Change of Women's University.

The changes in the past few years have been very different, and the sense of slimness is even more reflected.

When the practice of this part was almost done, Qi Yuncheng asked her to rest for a while. It is impossible to finish singing a long part without exerting energy.

It's just a little wrong to think of something.

Ask out of curiosity.

"Speaking of which, you were in your teens in the training class back then? I remember it was thirteen, but if you calculate it based on your current age, you shouldn't be there."

"Ok!"

Zhou Gulan put the shuttlecock on the drum, "More than 12 years old, rounded up! The main reason is to get away from the group of eight-year-old children.

I don't want to look too young, otherwise I would verbally say fourteen. "

"You have that personality."

Qi Yuncheng laughed amusedly, this girl had a strange temper back then, showing a little rebellion.

"Practice a little more on your own, and it's almost ready. I'll watch it again at noon."

"Good master!"

After speaking, Qi Yuncheng was about to leave the living room and continue towards the study. Just as he was about to leave, suddenly his right leg felt heavy and heavy.

Because the daughter hugged her leg as soon as she came over, she didn't know what to do, and even sat on her shoe in order not to let her go.

"What are you doing?"

"Dad, Tangtang ~ Mom won't let Xixi eat it!"

Holding her father's leg with both hands, Xixi looked up, staring at her with two big eyes, begging.

I knew how to act like a baby at a young age.

Qi Yuncheng was a little speechless, seeing that this was indeed a girl's innate ability, and she could learn it more solidly from her mother.

"You can only eat two, or you won't be able to eat for a while, Lan Lan, you watch her, absolutely don't let her eat more."

"it is good!"

With a promise, Zhou Gulan came over from behind the big drum and took her younger sister away from the master's lap. The two of them are on good terms, and there is almost no problem together.

And this time, go into the study again.

Qi Yuncheng's main purpose was to tidy up his things. He was going to record a program in the evening. This morning, he made the outlines and buttons of several issues of the book similar, so that he could relax for a while afterwards.

After all, storytelling is not easy.

When you're done, go straight out to watch TV, and at the same time keep an eye on your daughter not to eat more snacks.

No matter how petted it is, it is impossible to pet it so much that it is not eaten for dinner. If you are full by relying on these things, what kind of nutrition can you get in this way.

But not long after sitting on the sofa, two hands suddenly appeared on his shoulders, and he was pinched continuously.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Lan Lan's smiling face.

"Master, you have worked hard!"

"what happened?"

Looking at her, Qi Yuncheng must have known that he was looking for something, but the more he looked at her, the more he felt like he was raised by himself.

After all, I was really too young when I met her, but now she is about the same as an adult girl, and her height is exactly 1.7 meters. I don’t know how fast she has grown.

Just like her teacher's wife, she has a natural foundation.

"Master, would you like to arrange a program for me next week?"

"Still arranged?"

Qi Yuncheng had arranged for her before, but it will be reduced at the end of the month, because she is now in high school, and it is still a key high school.
One by one, the students did not know what to look like.

The key point is that she is not capable enough to follow along with the performance. If she really needs to rehearse the performance, she has to focus on the drum music on Saturday and Sunday.

If so, who will do the homework?And things like learning.

"No! Let's talk about it after the monthly exam next week."

"Please, Master, I'm fine with the exam, and I can finish my homework on Friday!"

"Right now, drum music is just for you to learn in your spare time. The main thing is culture. Don't shift your focus. When the college entrance examination is over, you will be free."

"You said the same thing during my high school entrance examination, and now I'm in the second semester of my sophomore year." Zhou Gulan said aggrievedly, and indeed heard it once, and even vividly felt it.

Qi Yuncheng was a little embarrassed, forgot whether he had said that, and immediately changed his words, "Don't worry, college is much easier, it will allow you to act well, and it won't make trouble for you.

Wait, you are already in the second semester of your sophomore year, so soon? "

"Otherwise, master? You think I'm a freshman in high school?"

"His~~"

Qi Yuncheng gasped, he didn't expect it to be so soon, wouldn't he be a senior in high school after this semester?

But it's right to think about it. She took the senior high school entrance examination in 2015 and entered the school in September.

Now the spring of 2017 is not the second semester of the second year of high school.

"I'll arrange it for you after the monthly exam."

"All right!"

Zhou Gulan could only obey the master's words, and slowly moved to Xixi's side, playing with her.

Looking at Xixi, she likes it too.

I don't know how delicate this little figure is, it's so cute, so when she is eating, I touch her little hands and her little face from time to time.

Seeing that her hair was a little messy, he went around to the back and slowly made up a hairstyle for her.

After making it up, I went to play dumb drums contentedly.

Playing dumb drums is something beginners need to practice. She doesn't have to do it now, but she can also practice hand skills.

But when she went to the side to practice, she was still so proficient and standard, Qi Yuncheng sighed helplessly, this is how she is now.

It's too hard to do two things at once.

Can only focus on learning, supplemented by drum music.

If drums are the main thing, he can guarantee that her academic performance will definitely drop a lot, because drums are piled up with countless hours.

It is not uncommon to study from morning to night for several days and months.

The actor's body is not as glamorous as on the stage, behind it is his own sweat.

In this way, he taught Lanlan at home for a whole day, and at night, Qi Yuncheng was picked up by the car of the storytelling program group.

While in the car, Qi Yuncheng called Master, thinking that he would come, but in the end he didn't come at all, and he didn't have much time.

I can only prepare these things slowly by myself.

When he arrived at the recording hall, he found that the recorded scene was quite different from that of the previous pit king.

Although the tables and chairs are all the same as a set.

But there is no similarity between the color of the stage and the background. The background of Master's "King of the Pit" is very grand, and the four big characters of "King of the Pit" are written on the back.

This life's pit king has arrived and properly turned into a teahouse storytelling show.

Tables and stages are very simple types.

There was even a screen painted in ink behind the seat where the actors were about to sit. This smell was immediately brought up, and it was only a matter of Dr. Tea walking back and forth between the audience to pour tea.

Take a few more glances.

Qi Yuncheng discussed with the staff the details of the time, such as how long the recording will take, and which cameras need to be paid attention to.

But in fact, if the platform is interested, it is completely unnecessary to separate him from Guo Degang.

Really restore the teahouse.

After Qi Yuncheng finished speaking, Guo Degang continued.

It's a pity that they are just a platform, and it is too difficult to do so, and the extra time is not allowed, so a single actor can arouse a lot of expectations from the audience.

Everything is ready.

The actors put on a set of black coats, and after the audience took their seats and burst into applause, the filming officially began.

"You can go out."

Hear the beep.

With a smile on his face, Qi Yuncheng stepped onto the stage of this well-decorated teahouse.

After arriving on the stage, the voices of the invited audience became louder.

There is even an opening accompaniment by a gong and drum band.

And wait to bow and sit down.

Qi Yuncheng thought it was quite good, because apart from a few cameras, it was a living teahouse.

Take a deep breath!

Xingmu took it and threw it in his hand.

"It is useless to put your feet on the ground and cover your head with dark clouds!
Pick up the measuring ruler with your left hand, and push it out with your right hand——Mount Tai! "

"it is good!!"

"another one!"

"another one!"

Hearing the big commotion and another one, Qi Yuncheng sat on the chair and complained, "There is no one more opening poem, why do you all call for another one!
It was all caused by beating my master.

One day he went to a small theater to tell a book, and when the audience called for another one, the master said several setting poems out of temper.

According to the rules, there is no, and there is no point in giving more, it is purely happy.

When it's my master's turn in the second period, if you guys still come, let's expose the old man's shortcomings.

Look at his expression. "

After saying this, Qi Yuncheng looked at the audience below who wanted to laugh and sighed, "This show was purely tricked by my master.

Everyone knows that I don't talk much about books, except that I talked more frequently last year.That's because Mr. Jin Wensheng Jin gave me two notebooks, and I went to learn.

But personally, I am still far behind, because although I was in contact with it when I was young, I didn't have too much contact with it.Unlike cross talk and drum music, both the master and the wife teach.

He can even sing on stage almost every day.

In addition to the popularity of cross talk, there are fewer opportunities for storytelling and listening to books. "

"And this storytelling is not learned, but listened to. At that time, there were not many libraries, so there were not many places to listen to it.

But even if you listen to it, whether you can say it yourself is another matter.

Unlike cross talk, even if the words are not pleasant, you can still finish the words. Pingshu is different, if you can't open your mouth, you really can't open it.

Even if you know what the story probably is.

Therefore, it is more and more difficult to completely two industries. "

After saying something he wanted to say, Qi Yuncheng simply moved Xingmu and the items on the table.

"In the first episode of the first season, I still like this show very much, and I am also grateful to the program group for giving it a platform.

After all, I know that there are not many audiences who actually listen to the book, so it is good to get to know it in this way.

Forget it, without further ado, the book we are opening today is called "Exploring the Crypt"! ! "

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!

Another burst of applause fell.

Qi Yuncheng was full of smiles throughout the whole process, because the pit king in his previous life became like this, and it was entirely his own fault.

There are so many changes.

"The story happened during the Northern Song Dynasty, and the location was Kaifeng Mansion, Kaifeng was the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, so who is the first character mentioned here.

Zhang Junqing!Zhang Gongchang, handsome Jun, Qing who loves Qing!
His family is rich. According to the current situation, he can't be called the richest man. He must be among the top [-] rich men in Bianliang City.

Too rich, the mother and daughter in the family lived, and the old man passed away!
He is very filial to his old lady, and my old lady also eats a bowl of Anle's tea and rice, but she has a hobby, like copying scriptures and chanting Buddha.

It's also very good, when the son is very supportive, at least the old lady has a belief and has something to do every day.

This is the case with the elderly. They suffer only when they have nothing to do. Living in a daze is no different from a prison.

And this day is free, Zhang Junqing, just go to the back door.

There is a hillside outside the back door. He usually stands on the hillside and looks at it. What are he looking at? The trees on the hillside are called xiangluomu! !
……

......"

The story begins with a beginning, Qi Yuncheng opened the first book in the special storytelling program in this life.

The audience below listened with gusto.

It stands to reason that young people's storytelling is actually not flattering. Even if you say something good, no one would listen to it in the past.

There is no hair on the mouth, and how many people can believe the stories he tells.

Because Mr. Storyteller is Mr.

But the times are different, too many people know about Qi Yuncheng, so everyone will listen to what he says.

Not to mention age.

As for this book, I am very familiar with it.

For the first time today, I will talk about the unnamed monk's plundering of Xiangluo wood. It is not long, but I can always talk about Sun Delong again and again.

But he is recording here.

On the other hand, Guo Degang was idle at home, and his attitude was very different from the attitude he just called to say something was wrong.

The reason why you don't read children's storytelling is very simple, that is, it is unnecessary.

My child is not good at storytelling, but he is very clear about structure, lumps, and buttons.

So don't worry at all, or else Jin Wensheng praised the child just casually?Have your own good place.

It's nothing more than talking less.

But it's not that there is nothing to do at all. He wears glasses and organizes things in the study. These things are some storytelling stories.

Too many and too complicated.

Like a ball of wool.

Every version is different.

But Guo Degang really sorted it out, and this work is nothing but "Nine Heads Case"!
"The Nine-Headed Case" he actually said in some small theaters in 2012, but he dug a huge hole.

A dig to the present.

It's almost done now, let's use this program to fill in well.

But another problem has arisen. It doesn’t make much sense to fill it up by yourself, because you have to start from the beginning. If you start from the beginning, it’s better to give it to the children.

How can he do it without exercising.

The key point is that Mr. Jin is too old. Although Guo Degang doesn't know how long the old man will be, but there will always be a day when he will die, so he must be happy before that day.

And the old man is not happy waiting to listen to the child's book.

(End of this chapter)