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

Chapter 61 Do You Think I Like Learning? 【New book asks for everything】

Dropping out of school is a disgraceful thing in the eyes of ordinary people.

Not to mention that he is the son of Guo Degang, the leader of Deyun's class, most people think that this child is over.

There will be no future in my life.

Or directly scold Adou who can't help him.

Later generations Guo Qiling also admitted that he was under pressure during that time, because when he looked at his phone, his name and a lot of comments would always be there.

Whoever sees it is uncomfortable.

But how can those people have Dalin's wealth and self-disciplined personality.

So it's all about eating radish and messing with salted eggs.

At this moment, the matter of talking about cross talk is almost clear.

Then Shi Fukuan said some business words to Dalin, after all he also watched the performance that day, and brought up all the shortcomings and advantages.

After talking for about 10 minutes, the sound of a car turning off its engine appeared outside the villa.

Shi Fukuan knew, and picked up his own people.

So he had the intention of leaving, and Qi Yuncheng hurried over to help him when he saw it, this is the vision of a junior.

At the same time, Guo Degang and the others also came over.

"Going back so soon? Uncle, there is still good tea, why don't we sit down and chat for a while? Just because of Qi Ling, you came here specially.

Actually you make a phone call, too. "

"Calling to tell you that it doesn't work. That's all right, that's it, I'll go first." After Shi Fukuan waved his hand, he went straight outside.

And soon a young man stepped out of the car and came to pick him up.

But when he opened the back seat door and was about to get in, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at his apprentice, "Qian'er, drink less.

Sitting there just now almost killed me. "

"Hey, good!"

Speaking of this suddenly, Yu Qian hurriedly agreed beside him, and at the same time smiled wryly. It seemed that the 10 minutes he had left to dry didn't work.

Not much time.

A group of people watched Mr. get into the car and then left.

Guo Degang and the others did not return to the room until they were nowhere to be seen at last, and then they were ready to mess with Dalin.

The old man has spoken, and it is impossible for them not to think about it.

But when they went in, Yu Qian was still standing at the door, staring at the blurred buildings in the distance in a daze, his eyes very dull.

Qi Yuncheng didn't know what he was doing, so he retreated to the threshold, leaned over and looked at the uncle's face, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Qian still carries alcohol now, but he holds a good amount of alcohol and is not in a trance, but sometimes the alcohol comes up.

It's also a bit overwhelming.

After all, it is said that there are three bottles of white, and only he knows the exact number.

Hearing the voice, Yu Qian immediately raised his hand and patted the man on the shoulder, and asked inexplicably, "How is the commercial performance? Is it full?"

"Master, what are you talking about? The ticket sales will be a few days away. Doesn't the organizer hold a press conference tomorrow?"

"Oh, so, I may have drunk a little too much."

With a pat on the forehead, Yu Qian shook his head and tried to wake himself up, feeling a little bit stunned.

Qi Yuncheng really wanted to laugh when he saw it. It seems that when he went to the theater just now, it was the master who forced him to cheer up.

Now that the master is gone, after he relaxes, he feels a little bit out of control.

And it's all like this, how dare he let the uncle stay alone, he has to be sent home.

But I had to tell Master if I wanted to leave, so I turned around and hurried into the living room.

It's just that as soon as his front foot went in, his movements became a little smaller, and at the same time his eyes silently looked at the past.

Because my master was sitting on the sofa where the master was talking to my son just now, after all, he was also caught off guard tonight.

So ask for details.

"Qi Ling, what do you think about this matter? Didn't you read the book well? Why do you suddenly want to talk about cross talk?"

When asked by his father, Guo Qiling lowered his head, but he also had his own thoughts, so he hesitated for a few seconds.

Confess the words of my heart that I have held back for several years. .

"I think about it, I want to talk about cross talk. And Dad, do you think I like studying?"

Guo Degang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately said, "Your grades are very good now, and you still had full marks before."

This time, Dalin didn't hesitate anymore, looking at his father, "I just want to let you chat in front of your friends and have something to talk about.

Other than that, I can't find a little other motivation on this. "

The voice fell.

Guo Degang looked into his son's gaze, and suddenly became a little stagnant. He didn't expect him to say such a sentence, and at the same time, there was a trace of fluctuation that was hard to detect on that tough appearance.

It was that slight fluctuation that made him look like a different person.

It seems to have touched the heart.

And this state, Guo Degang appeared, it was when someone quit the company in a big way.

Facing Dalin now, there is a strong sense of déjà vu.

Of course the nature is completely opposite.

So at this moment, he really thought a lot through his son's words, and at the same time, he could hear that his son said these words with grievances.

It really made him live a lifetime of grievances, it would be better to let him do what he likes.

At the same time, he lamented that Yun Cheng and his senior brother hadn't discovered the child's ideological problems.

……

"Master, I'm leaving first, sir, that's too much."

Seeing this, how could Qi Yuncheng bother, he found his wife at the side of the living room and said so.

And how could Wang Hui fail to notice the father and son, turned to look at the child, and whispered, "You have to be careful about Qi Ling.

Take care of him later. "

"Of course, I'll go first."

"Ok!"

After agreeing, Qi Yuncheng left the master's house, and then went out of the community with the uncle to take a taxi.

As for what Dalin can learn from cross talk in the future, he really can't guess.

Because the time is a little earlier.

But Dalin's character and talent will definitely get better and better.

So he doesn't have to worry too much.

At the same time he also understood.

No matter what I do, I will affect these things, because if I didn't find Dalin to perform, how could the master see it.

He couldn't see, how could he come over in such a hurry tonight.

After thinking about it, anyway, he doesn't care about this aspect, and it's a long-term plan.

But on the taxi back, Yu Qian chanted a sentence while leaning on the seat and closing his eyes.

"Men, you don't need to worry about Dalin. If the business is doing well, your master has to come over."

"Well, I will."

"By the way, when I arrived at the theater, I found that you were listening to opera recently, didn't you?"

Mentioning this, Qi Yuncheng nodded again and again, "Yes, Master taught us these things when we were young, and we listened to them like heavenly scriptures.

do not understand anything.

Learning is just learning a singing style.

Recently, however, I've become a little more interested. "

Speaking of cross talk, everyone knows opera and can sing a lot, and Yu Qian is no exception, but he didn't ask him what he didn't understand.

Instead, speak.

"Peking opera is the quintessence of the country. It is very difficult to learn it. As cross talk actors, let's not say that we have to refine it too much.

But you have to be on stage.

If you really want to learn, I can find a time to introduce you to Mr. "

"Okay, thank you, sir."

"It's nothing."

Yu Qian frowned because of the alcohol problem, raised his hand with difficulty and waved it, "Man, I think your conditions are acceptable, but I didn't work hard on it when I was young.

Much better than me, when I was in the opera class, I was talked about badly. "

(End of this chapter)