Private Partner Bureau of Folklore Series

Double reverse string!

The audience was stunned. Although many years ago, a superstar of singing, film and television has challenged this kind of performance on the big screen, but in the Cantonese opera industry, this is the first time!The three people standing on the stage had some in their hearts looking forward to the show, while others were helpless.

The two young people who were preparing to put on makeup before going on stage rebelled|resisted to no avail, and were forced to accompany Chen Junping to play a role-drawing game. As a result, Chen Junping got Liang Shanbo, Jiang Yuanfeng got Ma Wencai, and Deng Zhirong ...Need to say?Of course it was Zhu Yingtai.

Chen Junping smiled softly, "My apprentice, is this the first time you try this kind of cross-dressing? Feel it well."

Deng Zhirong choked, rubbed his arms silently, and took a deep breath.There is nothing wrong with cross-dressing, but this time the cross-dressing is a bit special.The script they got was an excerpt from the three people's acquaintance in the academy. At this time, Zhu Yingtai had just started to disguise herself as a man, and she was adapting to her manly attire in her beautiful body. , and have to adapt to the openness of learning from men.

As for him, Deng Zhirong, he had to adapt to Zhu Yingtai's identity with a man's body first, and then he had to show his masculine side as mentioned above, which was doubly difficult.

Jiang Yuanfeng looked at his depressed face while putting on makeup, and thought it was funny, "Relax, it's not a big deal."

Deng Zhirong was also putting on makeup, so he glanced at him, "Why don't you try it?"

Jiang Yuanfeng said solemnly: "Before I entered the Cantonese opera industry, I was writing drama scripts. In order to experience the emotions of the characters in the drama, I also tried this kind of double reverse string, just relax my mind."

Deng Zhirong ignored him, knowing that he was venting his anger, and this was indeed a new attempt. He took advantage of the time to put on makeup and adjusted his mentality. Zhu Yingtai was at a loss.

After a game, the audience slowly turned from surprise to appreciation, and then to appreciation.When the curtain fell, the deputy director ran up and said, these two young people have only been in the industry for more than a year, and asked the audience how they are doing?

The affirmative applause from the audience made both of them very grateful, especially Deng Zhirong, who made this kind of attempt for the first time, and felt uneasy. Now he was affirmed, and he felt even more relieved.

Chen Jun Ping proudly introduced his disciples. Although there was a hint of beating, everyone could hear his approval.As for Jiang Yuanfeng, he just said "by the way" lightly.

Received Deng Zhirong's apologetic look, Jiang Yuanfeng shook his head and said he didn't care. After all, the person next to him was Chen Junping's disciple. He felt it was okay if he was biased or something.

The next day, Chen Junping and Jiang Yuanfeng had to go to a meeting. Everyone didn't stay too late. They packed up the scheduled performances and left. When they arrived, Mr. Zhao even dragged Deng Zhirong to talk for a long time.

When he was finally liberated, the others left early, leaving Jiang Yuanfeng waiting not far away, "Can I go?"

"Let's go," Deng Zhirong smiled helplessly, "The meeting will be held tomorrow, and today is not a day off. How did you get the leave?"

"Don't talk about our unit like Huang Shiren! And what you promised, how can you change it?"

Deng Zhirong looked at him with a half-smile, and shook his head in disbelief.

Annoyed, Jiang Yuanfeng raised his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, "What do you mean? You?"

For a moment, this seemingly intimate action made both of them stunned.

Jiang Yuanfeng coughed lightly and quickly withdrew his hand.

Deng Zhirong touched the place where he was knocked, smiled, and didn't seem to care, "It's nothing interesting, I just think it's too easy for you to ask for leave."

Jiang Yuanfeng shrugged his shoulders, as if he should not envy his brother, he is a legend.

Deng Zhirong couldn't help rolling his eyes, and burst out laughing.

Hearing this laughter, Jiang Yuanfeng turned his head and looked at the ordinary-looking face beside him, and suddenly felt that he was surrounded by a bunch of bubbles, so warm, soft|soft, comfortable, and his expression softened, "Last time It is agreed to go to the solo exhibition, when will it be fulfilled?"

There was obviously some distance between the two, but for some reason, hearing this, Deng Zhirong felt his ears a little itchy, and tilted his head, "Look at you." His courses are not tight, and it is so convenient to go to Xiangcheng, he can walk anytime .

Jiang Yuanfeng involuntarily reached out to rub his hair.

"Hey!" Deng Zhirong clapped his hand.

Raise your hands to show that you will stop making trouble. "I have to go back."

Deng Zhirong was suddenly inexplicably reluctant, and did not show it, "You must inform me of any news about tomorrow's meeting."

At noon the next day, Jiang Yuanfeng called as scheduled, "It's confirmed, the final will be held in the largest indoor gymnasium in Xiangcheng, the competition will be held in the morning, and sister Tong's special performance will be held in the afternoon."

There are many people in Xiangcheng, and the venues are relatively limited. The places that can hold large-scale performances are all gymnasiums.However, being able to hold a performance in the largest indoor gymnasium in the city is the greatest honor of all the big stars and small stars in Xiangcheng; of course, an old artist like Jing Tong, who is both talented and talented, is more qualified than anyone else to enter this gymnasium , even if it's just a commemorative performance, everyone who receives the invitation feels radiant.

"I want to perform too?" Deng Zhirong was surprised when he heard the news.

"Mr. Chen fought for it, and they agreed. After all, you have collaborated with Sister Tong on a paper, and you entered the final."

"...well, when?"

When the time was said over there, Deng Zhirong's heart skipped a beat, "Ah Feng, it seems like the next day is the game day?" They have been calling each other's names like this for a while.

"...Arong, you promised me!" The simple sentence made Deng Zhirong feel a little wronged.Even through the mobile phone, he still seemed to see a golden retriever wagging its tail and looking at him pitifully.

"Okay, okay, on the extra day, I will accompany you to visit." The tone was slightly indulgent.It was so subtle that neither of them noticed it immediately.

"It's done!" This time, without waiting for the other party's response, Jiang Yuanfeng hung up the phone first, touched his hot ears, and felt that he was a little strange. He said what he just said unconsciously, and that The side's reaction also made him palpitate, he calmed down, and devoted all his energy to the work in hand.

Deng Zhirong stared at the phone in a daze, that sentence was completely blurted out, only to realize that what he said was a bit... But it seemed hypocritical to call back just because of this, so he had to hold back and concentrate on preparing lessons .

On the penultimate night before the final, Chen Junping decided to take his disciples to relax.

Friendship Grand Theater is an old comprehensive theater in this city, and it is the first choice for many artists to perform.Chen Junping held her disciple's arm, walked slowly into the performance hall, and sat down in a position that could be seen by the actors on stage at a glance.

Two good partners on the stage are performing cross talk.

Cross talk is a kind of folk art, which uses jokes, funny quizzes, raps, etc. to make the audience laugh.It is mostly used for satire, but now it is also used to praise newcomers and new things.According to the number of people, it is divided into paired cross talk, stand-up cross talk, group cross talk and cross talk drama.

The popular "stand-up comedy" in recent years is actually a variant of stand-up comedy.

One of the counterparts in the comic dialogue saw Chen Junping from the corner of the eye, and said to the other narrowly: "You said that no one can suppress you at home?"

"No one has ever dared to control me!"

"Oh? Even Chen Junping doesn't dare?" At this time, a beautiful female voice sounded in the arena.

"Of course!" As soon as the words fell, the whole room roared with laughter!

There are two people on the stage, one is Ying Da and the other is He Jun.As long as their long-term viewers know, Ying Da loves and respects his wife Chen Junping very much. In order to let his wife have time to think about the script, Ying Da is still working. When he is not performing, he is already a "house husband" "; After retiring, the disciples became teachers again, and even took care of all the housework.

And as long as Chen|Junping fell into the mode of thinking about the script, Yingda would do the logistical work very consciously and wait for his wife to come out.

So after hearing what he said, the audience looked at Chen Junping who was quietly walking onto the stage hiding behind Yingda, and couldn't help laughing comprehensibly.

Ying Da was annoyed: "Why are you laughing!" Suddenly his ears were caught, "Oh! Oh! I was wrong, I was wrong! My wife, please let me go!"

"Hmph, if you have time to chat with He Jun here, why don't you hurry home and finish the housework?" While talking, he twisted Yingda's ear in puzzlement before letting go.

Ying Da stepped off the stage in dismay, and when he saw Deng Zhirong coming over, he greeted him first, "You're here too, Xiao Deng?"

Deng Zhirong nodded without daring to laugh. "Mr. Yingda|teacher."

Ying Da waved his hands, "Laugh, laugh, the love between husband and wife, what do you know, kid!"

The two people on the stage also retreated, and Yingda's disciple rushed onto the stage to continue hosting and performing.

When she retreated to the back stage, just in time to hear the last sentence, Chen Junping went to pinch her husband's ear again, and said to Deng Zhirong, "I don't need you today, sit outside and relax."

Deng Zhirong laughed and said, "Teacher, I'm not nervous."

Chen|Junping glared at him, "You're not nervous, I'm nervous! The day of the final was Sister Tong's special, and we were the ones who screwed up and were ashamed. At least you worked with her before!"

Her Majesty the Queen was in full swing, Deng Zhirong and other small people naturally retreated obediently.

Returning to his seat, Deng Zhirong felt a little dazed when he remembered the interaction between the teacher, husband, and wife just now. Inexplicably, he remembered Jiang Yuanfeng's little action that day, and touched his forehead involuntarily.

When he got home, Deng Zhirong plunged into the closet and kept searching for clothes.

Deng's mother heard the movement and came over to take a look, took a breath, "son, what are you doing, you are just staying there for two nights, what are you going to do with so many clothes!" Deng Zhirong is usually very organized, and his room has never been They are all neatly organized, even when thinking about the script, they have never tried to make the room as messy as it is now.

Hearing this, Deng Zhirong turned his head to look, and couldn't help being startled.Boys usually don't have too many clothes in their closets, just enough is enough, but look at the clothes here - this is the rhythm of emptying the whole closet!

Touching his nose, Deng Zhirong said awkwardly, "I'll clean it up right away!"

Deng's mother gave her son an angry look, "You have to get up early tomorrow, so get back to sleep!"

After sending his mother away, Deng Zhirong looked at the clothes all over the floor and scratched his head, resignedly folded each piece and put them back in the closet, leaving a set of casual suits and a change of clothes in the bag, so that it was packed.

Just laying down under the covers, a text message just came into my mobile phone: Rest early, see you tomorrow. ——Jiang Yuanfeng

A few seconds later, Jiang Yuanfeng, who was also about to go to bed, received a text message: See you tomorrow, good night. —— Deng Zhirong

He turned off the screen in a happy mood, put the mobile phone on the low cabinet next to him, lay down and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Deng Zhirong, who was having breakfast, received another text message: Don't worry, go out after breakfast. ——Jiang Yuanfeng

Deng Zhirong replied with some helplessness: Take care of yourself. —— Deng Zhirong

Seeing the obvious curvature of his son's lips, the two elders of the Deng family exchanged a clear look, but they didn't ask.

The agreed meeting place is at the gate of the artificial lake in the Cantonese Opera Park.

When Deng Zhirong was about to approach, he saw a man leaning against the door of a black car. Seeing him coming, he stood up straight to see him approaching.

As the morning light fell on the nearby artificial lake, a few fish "Wow! Wow!" jumped out of the water happily, and immediately went under the water with "Plop! Plop!", causing waves of ripples.

"Morning, have you been waiting for a long time?" Deng Zhirong looked at the license plate. It was a double plate, like that of Chuyue and Xiangcheng GM. The steering wheel of the car was on the right. "Is this your car?"

"Morning, I just arrived too, and I borrowed the car from my sister." Jiang Yuanfeng wanted to reach out to smooth the dull hair on the top of his head, and quickly suppressed the thought: "Have you brought all your things? Don't worry about where you live. , it’s already set.”

Deng Zhirong gave him a white look, "I didn't count on you, I have relatives who live there, I really can't afford to borrow a night, I believe they won't mind." He bent down and got into the passenger seat.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Jiang Yuanfeng pretended to be sad and said: "Arong, how can you not believe me!"

"Huh?" Deng Zhirong gave him another look.

Although Jiang Yuanfeng didn't see his white eyes, he tactfully lowered his voice and said, "I was wrong!"

There was a moment of silence in the car, and both of them laughed.Deng Zhirong smiled and said, "So, what are the arrangements for today? Student Afeng?"

Just when the radio station was broadcasting, Jiang Yuanfeng said: "It's 07:30, today is Wednesday, there should not be many people passing the customs, and we are driving a double-licensed car, um...it should be nearly ten o'clock when we get there, let's go first Thirteen Lang's solo exhibition, then go to Di Tang's solo exhibition in the afternoon, and watch the fireworks in the evening? Stay in a family hotel, the address is near the venue."

Deng Zhirong looked at the brochure he handed over, and raised his eyebrows, "It's so easy to book a room in that place?" There must be a lot of traffic in that kind of place, so it's so easy to book?

Jiang Yuanfeng put on an inscrutable expression.He couldn't say that after Deng Zhirong agreed, he started to make arrangements.

Deng Zhirong didn't really want to care about it, he had arranged everything, so he would be An Xin's hands-off shopkeeper.

When the two arrived in Xiangcheng, it was more than half an hour earlier than expected.

The exhibition they were going to see hadn't opened yet, so they went to the family hotel to drop off their luggage in advance, and lingered at a nearby fast food restaurant for a while before setting off to visit at a leisurely pace.

In the private museum, Jiang Yuanfeng looked at the joyful expressions of the young people around him, and his eyes became more gentle unconsciously.

Deng Zhirong didn't notice this change, and only focused on the script manuscripts and various small items that had never been recorded in front of him. He took out his notebook and recorded the information he wanted to know. Taste.

When returning to the family hotel, Deng Zhirong kept his head down and was contemplating, Jiang Yuanfeng followed beside him to protect him, in case he accidentally walked on the road.

As a result, when crossing the road, Deng Zhirong's runaway soul hadn't returned yet, and when he was about to step on the sidewalk, a car passed by quickly behind him, Jiang Yuanfeng was so frightened that he grabbed him into his arms, "Rong!"

The sudden impact made Deng Zhirong come to his senses for the first time without hearing Xiaoqu, and he raised his head to meet a pair of black eyes, and was stunned.

The author has something to say: the beginning was beautiful...it's a pity...