Situ

Is there such a thing as a child at home?When I was studying books before, I had no eyes, and I was arrogant and lazy. I had a small mind that I didn't listen to what Master taught me, and now I have learned a bottle that is not half a bottle.Why do you think I am here to listen to your book?The reason is that I regret it... Master's high talent was passed on to me once in a lifetime, and it became this situation when it was passed on to me.He is gone, I have no place to regret it...

"You know that our land is poor, unlike the Beijing-Tianjin Crosstalk House, where famous artists come forth in large numbers, and anyone who sees them can talk about it. We have two old gentlemen, my master and my uncle, and we haven't cherished them yet. They are not good at learning. The old man is gone, the emptiness in my heart... don't mention it! There is no one to point out, no one to care about. What is it like..."

Bai Peifeng had listened to him talking enough, said he was comfortable, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed: "If your master wants to hear your words, Guanbao can't close his eyes, and he won't be able to sleep well on the ground. You, if you You are so regretful and crying, and you are really sorry for the old man's hard work all his life. What are you afraid of if you are not good at learning? Keep learning! Who hasn't learned all their lives?"

Shen Qiong was stunned.Bai Peifeng smiled slightly, "You have to think highly of it, and it's not difficult for me to give you some advice. If it's not because of your wrong seniority, I'd be a teacher. It's okay, you can call me brother anyway, can't you just say it?"

Shen Qiong stood up, her mind blank.Bai Peifeng is from a different school and different background from him. He is unknown, yet he is willing to pass on his skills without hesitation!In fact, in addition to their own masters, there are also many people in the cross talk industry who learn from others. For example, he and Xie Shan have also been taught by famous masters such as Mr. Xu Guorui and Mr. Shi Jiesheng. Yes, you have to be related.Now that Bai Peifeng wanted to teach him, what might he gain?

"Sir... Seriously?"

At this moment, his male god Bai Peifeng, with his pale brows and eyes looked gentle and clear under the orange light, there was a sense of tranquility and Zen in him.

Bai Peifeng looked at him with a smile: "I've never acted inappropriately. It's just one thing. I said I was learning art, but I was serious. It's not our brothers who are joking around like usual. We are clear about the rules of learning art." Chu. You, Young Master Shen, know that you have always been spoiled by the elders at home and have never suffered. I am not as good-natured as your master and brother. I have a cruel heart and a mean mouth. If you, Young Master Shen, I still want to act coquettishly to play the young master's temper, but it's not a dream! The ugly words are ahead, I really agreed today, and don't complain that my brother is too strict and unsympathetic in the future."

Although Bai Peifeng said these few words with a smile and in a soft voice, Shen Qiong's heart skipped a beat for some reason.

"What do you say sir. Since you are willing to give me advice, the stricter you are, the better."

"Li, you should really take care of it. Don't say anything else, what's the situation in your cross talk scene? What's the situation in the storytelling field? Your book scene can catch up with cross talk by a fraction, and I won't say that to embarrass you. As of today, the storytelling hall is not even full of people, so why should we call it? When I was a child storyteller, my master held a board and stared at the background every day. I don’t care about the book, I look at the people first. Get off the board! If someone leaves in the middle, the beating will be more severe. From now on, our rules will also be established. You follow me to my place, and I will show you."

(sixteen)

The first time she took the stage at Bai Peifeng's venue, Shen Qiong originally wanted to say that she was better at the magic book, but then she thought that this was a big cost, enough to talk about for several years, and she didn't live in Beijing for a long time, so she simply changed it. "Liao Zhai".

This change doesn't matter, it just ran into Bai Peifeng's unique skill.Bai Peifeng had talked about Liao Zhai several times before, and "Green Phoenix" and "Fox Dream" are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in Beijing.When Bai Peifeng heard that Shen Qiong was taking this job in the background, he immediately laughed--what a boy, you are so courageous!

The effect can be imagined.Shen Qiong was nervous at first, but the audience didn't buy it, and she really walked away halfway through.Shen Qiong has always been proud and arrogant, but now that she is in front of her idol, she has the heart to die on the stage!I don't know how I stumbled to finish this paragraph.

Bai Peifeng will not be on stage today, and concentrate on teasing Shen Qiong with the backstage.Seeing Shen Qiong coming down, she looked at him with a half smile but not a smile: "How do you feel?"

Shen Qiong didn't dare to look at him, "Ni went to grandma's house. For some reason, it's like I can't open a book, I can't talk about it."

Bai Peifeng didn't comment, but still asked with a smile, "How many people left?"

Shen Qiong's heart suddenly picked up, and she thought to herself, didn't he come for real?Before he could figure out how to answer, he heard Bai Peifeng say: "You can remember the account at the front desk, and seven people left. I said, Master Shen, how many tables are there in total? If you continue like this, I will let you do business It's over."

These words made Shen Qiong feel ashamed, her face turned red and she didn't know what to say.Bai Peifeng smiled and stood up, "Master Shen, please, put the corner of the table on it! Let's talk after receiving the board first."

Bai Peifeng's family law is the most commonly used ring board in private schools in the old capital, but the material is extremely rare agarwood, which is hard and dense, with an ancient charm and delicate fragrance.Shen Qiong looked at it, and the first reaction was that it was a pity that it was made of good materials. If this thing was carved with beads and strung with bracelets, Master Xie would definitely like it.

But right now he doesn't have that much time to grind.Bai Peifeng said he was going to fight, but Shen Qiong didn't dare to beg for mercy at all, so she could only obediently lean down by the table to support herself.Bai Peifeng walked up to him, and a strong sense of oppression immediately made him a little out of breath.

"As I said, double the number of people who leave. Fourteen strokes."

Bai Peifeng beat people very simply, he did what he said before, there was no nonsense, no extra reason to say.It's just that as soon as the ring board fell, Shen Qiong almost collapsed to the ground.

too heavy.The wood is terribly heavy, and the board makes a muffled sound when it hits the body. It is completely different from the fan and bamboo slices that the senior brothers usually use at home to teach them.After three or five blows, Shen Qiong couldn't straighten her waist, and knelt down on the ground as soon as her legs softened.

Bai Peifeng neither scolded nor beat him, nor urged him, just stood beside him and waited quietly.Shen Qiong eased through the excruciating pain, didn't dare to delay at all, grabbed the legs of the table and climbed up tremblingly, gritted her teeth and propped herself up on the side of the table again.

Bai Peifeng pointed at his distorted posture with the ring board, "Don't shrink your back, stick your butt up."

Shen Qiong's eyes were blurred, her chest was so sore that she almost cried.

Bai Peifeng's board continued to be smashed down mercilessly.After hitting a few boards, Shen Qiong will hide for a while and take a few breaths; Bai Peifeng doesn't care about these things. He thinks it is human nature to be afraid of pain, fear pain, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Everything must be implemented to the end, and the process does not affect the result.After beating and stopping like this, in the end, it was all ten and fourteen strokes.Shen Qiong felt that her butt was probably swollen twice.Looking at the agarwood ruler again, he felt his nerves throbbing and hurting. He must have lost his mind before thinking of using this thing to string Xie Ye's bracelets!

After Bai Peifeng finished typing, he began to carefully tell Shen Qiong about today's book.

"I'm not going to pick on your minor faults, but let me talk about the basics first. What do you think of the storytelling, can it be considered good?"

While wiping the sweat and tears all over her face, Shen Qiong tried to adjust her emotions and replied, "If you are far away, you will be like Mr. Yuan, and if you are close, you will be close to the story. If you catch people, that's fine. "

Bai Peifeng shook his head: "A thousand people have a thousand stories. You remember what the old man used to say. There is no first thing in literature and no second in martial arts. There is no definitive conclusion on what is good, as long as the audience thinks it is good. But Isn't it so lively that everyone says it's good, so it's guaranteed to be good? I don't think it's necessarily true. I have been a storyteller over the years, but I have experienced a little thought. I feel that a paragraph of the book is finished, and the audience is now After listening to what we said, if you can think about going home and reading the original book, pondering over it, this is called a book."

Shen Qiong felt as if something had been knocked suddenly in her mind, and it suddenly brightened up.

"What do you call a storyteller in the past? Mr. Whose Mr.? It's the Mr. of the common people. In the past, there were few scholars and many illiterate ordinary people, and most of the common people heard the truth of the story from the Mr. Storyteller. If you are famous, you can’t talk nonsense. What you say must be exciting, beautiful, and more importantly, it must be able to police people. Is there anything police in the book you are talking about? You can’t just listen to it, and you can explain it by laughing. The water is too wet. I didn’t keep anything when I turned back. If this thing can stand scrutiny, you must first have a backbone in it, and you have to think through the book first. Don’t imitate Mr. Yuan, and don’t imitate me. You must have your own Mr. Hou said many years ago that those who learn from me will live like me and die. Even cross talk is like this, and storytelling is even more sloppy."

"But don't think about it wrongly. In the end, cross talk storytelling should be popular. What you say can't be understood by the audience. It's not fun, not exciting, and that's even worse. You have to bring people in first. Why can't you open a book today? ?You are emotionally tense and separated, how can you lead people if you can’t even get in? You are talking about books, or you are more bookish. Living."

"Finally, let me talk about your little problem. Storytelling is more about articulation than crosstalk. You can't pass a single sound. Think about it yourself, don't you?"