Shuang Qi

The sun was shining at noon, and the six people from Shuangqi Club walked out of the airport with their luggage, and boarded the commercial vehicle heading to the hotel.

"Let's take a good rest this afternoon. Each of you will talk to your partner. Let's go to the venue at noon tomorrow. Do you have any objections?" Jiang Qifeng sat in the front passenger seat, looked back and asked the actors .

Everyone agrees, so it's settled.

Four or ten minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the hotel. After getting the room cards, everyone went back to their rooms.

……

The next evening, just an hour before the show started.

A square table and two microphones stood in the center of the stage in the theater. The handkerchiefs on the table were neatly stacked, and the two folding fans and Xingmu were placed in sequence. Everything was ready.

Looking outside the arena, there was a long queue at the ticket gate under the darkness of night. When I looked up, I could only see figures, and the spectators waiting to enter were in high spirits.

This is the most gratifying scene for the actor.

After [-]:[-], the audience entered the arena one after another and found their seats according to the row number on the ticket.

The performance has not yet started, and the venue is still full of noisy conversations. If you listen carefully, you can hear words such as "Tang Chong'an" and "Dongcheng" often mentioned in their whispered discussions.

"I heard that Dongcheng's special session is next door?"

"It can't be a coincidence that they are so close at the same time on the same day?"

"Didn't Tang Chong'an do the same thing when sealing the box last year? At best, Jiang Qifeng used his own way to retaliate against him."

"Then Tang Chong'an is really miserable, he was embarrassed both times."

What the audience said was true. Two kilometers away from the performance venue of Shuangqi Club, Tang Chong'an's special performance seemed much more bleak. It was only at [-]:[-] that the attendance rate was barely over half.

Regardless of the quality of the show in the future, just looking at the atmosphere of the scene, Dongcheng has already failed miserably.

Tang Chong'an was sitting in the backstage lounge. He had already changed into a gray coat. He had a gloomy face and deep hatred in his eyes. This ferocious appearance made people feel chills.

"Jiang Qifeng, it's Jiang Qifeng again."

"Since this Jiang Qifeng appeared, everything has changed."

Tang Chong'an's voice was extremely low, but even such a heavy voice was still mixed with a bit of anger.

The new partner he dug from Baiqu Garden was sitting not far away, but he didn't dare to persuade him a word.

The atmosphere in the background is approaching freezing point.

……

At 07:30, the curtain opened and the performance began.

Jiang Qifeng was waiting in the background, swiped his mobile phone twice, and saw a lot of photos of the scene on the Internet, including the comparison between Shuangqi and Dongcheng.

Comparing only creates harm, and Jiang Qifeng likes to hear about it.

From 07:30 to [-] o'clock, the performance lasted for three and a half hours. There was constant laughter and thunderous applause in the Shuangqi Club performance venue. Occasionally, the audience interacted with the actors, and the rhythm of the show was not affected by this. , but more natural and calm.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that tonight's Ning Wei and Cheng Sisi are many times better than last year's performance on the show.

Leek Egg has never been on a TV show, nor has he been to Shanghai. The audience was pleasantly surprised when they saw him for the first time.

As for Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu, there is no need to say any more. They have always played steadily, and their control of the field is superb. With the blessing of a good mood and a good state, they almost exploded the field.

At the end, at the final stage of the encore, Jiang Qifeng made the two-handed imperial son sing the lyrics of Taiping for nearly 10 minutes. Such a completely traditional aria, the young audience in the audience actually listened with gusto.

He thought, he saw hope in traditional art.

Jiang Qifeng talked about the main work twice in one night, and sang for so long, his voice was already hoarse, but he, like the audience in the audience, still had more to say.

Wen Qiyu glanced at the small electronic watch he brought up, and there were only 5 minutes left before the agreed end time.Looking at Jiang Qifeng's intoxicated expression beside him, he really couldn't bear to interrupt.

"Brother, it's time to time out."

Jiang Qifeng kept talking, but he didn't miss Wen Qiyu's reminder, but he was holding the imperial son with both hands, so he didn't have time to reply to the signal.

Wen Qiyu lowered her voice again and said, "There is still a chance next time, don't finish singing all at once."

After a while, Jiang Qifeng put down the imperial board in his hand, and sang the last verse of "Single-knife Meeting", the half-mute voice stopped abruptly.

"Did everyone enjoy listening tonight?" he asked.

As soon as this question was asked, the audience realized that the performance was coming to an end, and while they responded loudly with "happy", their eyes inevitably showed reluctance.

Sure enough, all the lights in the venue were turned on immediately, and as the brisk ending music sounded, an announcement came from the speaker.

——This is the end of the Shuangqi comic dialogue session in Shanghai. Thank you for coming. See you next time.

In the early morning, the evening wind of late autumn blew head-on, sneaking in from the collar and cuffs, making the two of them who had just come out of the stadium shiver, and immediately lost all fatigue and were full of energy.

After the performance, it was time for the actors to move freely. The others went back to the hotel to sleep and find a place to eat and drink. I don't know what Wen Qiyu thought, so they had to take Jiang Qifeng for a walk by the river.

The two walked quietly side by side for an unknown amount of time, when Wen Qiyu suddenly said, "Brother, you're in a bit of a bad mood today."

Jiang Qifeng looked at him puzzled: "What's wrong, I made a mistake just now?"

"No." Wen Qiyu shook his head, his eyes flickered a little: "It's too excited."

Jiang Qifeng was slightly taken aback, then chuckled.Tonight, he was indeed a little more excited than usual, because the news that he crushed Dongcheng would spread inside and outside the industry after dawn.

He looked up at the red night sky illuminated by neon lights, and said with emotion: "I used to think that Dongcheng Tea House was an insurmountable mountain, but today, when I look at this mountain again, it is nothing more than that."

-

After returning to Beijing from Shanghai, the reputation of Shuangqi Society has reached a new level.On the other hand, Dongcheng Tea House seemed to be overshadowed by a lot, and it was almost predictable that Tang Chong'an was throwing guys in the background and yelling at him.

However, at this moment, Jiang Qifeng received an unexpected message.

"Mr. Jiang, I found out what you asked last time." Tang Jingye said calmly in Jiang Qifeng's ear.

A trace of surprise flashed in Jiang Qifeng's eyes, and it took him a while to realize what he was talking about.

Last month, he went to see Xie Yan. Xie Yan said that Tang Chong'an's mental state was not right, so he asked Tang Jingye when he came back.Now there is news... Jiang Qifeng's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested.

"How about it?"

Tang Jingye scanned around, everyone was busy with their own work, no one was looking this way.

Only then did he feel relieved, and said in a low voice: "My dad said that since the old man passed away, the power in Dongcheng has fallen into Huang Qiying's hands. On the surface, Tang Chong'an is still in charge, but in fact he has been emptied out."

Jiang Qifeng was shocked. He expected that there would be conflicts in Dongcheng, but he didn't expect it to reach this level!

No wonder Xie Yan couldn't bear it and chose to quit, no wonder Tang Chong'an's "Quyi Nova" resources will be in Huang Qiying's hands.

In the past, I only knew that Huang Qiying's methods were extremely dirty and tasteless, but I really didn't expect him to be so ambitious.

"Then how is Tang Chong'an's mental state?" Jiang Qifeng asked with a frown.

Tang Jingye continued: "I was about to say this. My dad also found out that Boss Tang had hired a psychologist two months ago, but only he and his wife knew the details."

Seek a psychiatrist, then there is a problem.

Jiang Qifeng remembered the words Xie Yan reminded again - "Tang Chong'an's mental state is not normal, you'd better not provoke him."

He was silent...

He robbed the church in Dongcheng, robbed the programs in Dongcheng, and even hit the special show clearly.

If you want to provoke, you have already provoked, right?

In the evening, Jiang Qifeng told Wen Qiyu all this, and wanted to ask him what he thought.

Wen Qiyu frowned, his eyes full of doubts.

"There are many types of mental illness. Which one is Tang Chong'an?"

"Then who would know." Jiang Qifeng shrugged and said.

"I don't know what you are struggling with. He can't go crazy and drive you to death, can he?"

That being said, it seems to be the case.

Jiang Qifeng was relieved.

-

The cold winter came unknowingly, followed by the drama school exam.

During this period of time, such a picture often appeared in the backstage of Shuangqi Club. Xu Zhaolan was so anxious that he scratched his ears, blushed, and wanted to beat someone with a wooden stick, while Jiang Hua, who was about to take the exam, looked like a fool, and stopped to drink milk tea after reciting a few paragraphs .

Today, this scene was repeated again. Just as Jiang Qifeng came back from recording "Quyi Nova", as soon as he entered the door, he bumped into Xu Zhaolan who was holding a wooden stick and panting heavily.

"Hey, what kind of image do you have?"

When Xu Zhaolan saw him coming in, as if seeing a savior, he thrust a stick into his hand, crossed his left hand on his waist, and pointed at Jiang Hua with his right hand, giving him a severe reprimand.

"I can't take care of your brother anymore. This little bastard didn't piss me off! I have an exam the day after tomorrow. If he can't pass, don't blame me. I've tried my best. If you come late today, I will die here." !"

The person involved, Jiang Hua, was standing beside them, looking at the two of them with an innocent face. This expression directly poured fuel into Xu Zhaolan's heart, and almost exploded on the spot.

Jiang Qifeng hurriedly supported Xu Zhaolan to sit on the sofa to rest, and made him another cup of tea to reduce the heat.Then, he turned to look at Jiang Hua.

"What did you do?"

Jiang Hua spread her arms, making it clear that she did not intend to confess.

It took Xu Zhaolan a while to recover after drinking tea, and immediately complained to Jiang Qifeng.

"I asked him what he was going to sing if he passed the exam and learned to sing. Guess what he said?"

Jiang Qifeng shook his head.

"He wants to sing warm hands!" Xu Zhaolan gritted his teeth.

Hearing this, Jiang Qifeng's expression changed suddenly. He glanced at Jiang Hua, who was written everywhere, and at the wooden stick that had just been put down beside the sofa, and suddenly had the desire to pick it up again.

"Warm Hands" comes from the work "Learning the Radio Station" by a certain cross talk predecessor, which is a euphemism.

To put it plainly...

It is "Eighteen Touches".