Shuang Qi

Hearing his words, there was a hint of solemnity in his tone, Jiang Qifeng knew something was wrong.

"You say……"

Tang Chong'an pointed to the program list in the group: "Huang Qiying suggests that you follow this arrangement and save up in the west garden."

He paused for a while, then chuckled and said, "I also know that this place is a little bit out of the way, and it's definitely not as good as the east side. The second option is to save the bottom of the bridge."

Tianqiao is considered the birthplace of cross talk, and it was also the place where many Jianghu artists performed in the past. Nowadays, not only the Dongcheng Tea House has a garden in Tianqiao, but all the slightly famous folk art troupes go there.

The overpass is good, because it has history and culture.

The overpass is not good, and if it is not good, it is not good because there are too many people in the same industry.

Among so many colleagues, the most worth mentioning is Qu Lan Society.

The expression on Jiang Qifeng's face froze. Dongcheng Teahouse and Qulanshe were incompatible. If he went to Tianqiao to seal the box, it would be a narrow road for enemies.

"What about the third one?" he asked.

Tang Chongan looked at him with spread hands: "Stay in the main store to open."

This is a problem for Jiang Qifeng.

Jiang Qifeng smiled wryly, and sighed, "What do you think?"

"I don't know, this is your show." Tang Chong'an waved his hand, obviously not intending to intervene, he leaned his head on the rattan chair, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to go back and discuss with Xia Yuan?"

"Okay, I'll confirm it later and tell you."

-

After returning, Jiang Qifeng told Xia Yuan the three options given by Tang Chongan, among which the pros and cons could be thought of after a rough thought.

The option of staying in the main store for the opening was ruled out first, and the two of them made it very clear that this show was not suitable, whether it was for their own consideration or for Dongcheng.

The two of them chose to act in "The Bodyguard", and there must be an uproar afterwards.If this is placed in the first performance, I am afraid that the subsequent performances will no longer be able to attract the attention of the audience.

But you can think about it if you are down to two or three.

Xia Yuan propped his chin and frowning, the cup of tea in front of him has changed from boiling hot to cold, and he is still hesitating.

"It's too ruthless, the one surnamed Huang is too ruthless, can't he give up the Gulou shop!"

Jiang Qifeng didn't have a good impression of Huang Qiying. Hearing what he said, he sneered and said contemptuously, "Let him go to Tianqiao to fight against Qulanshe, would he dare?"

Xia Yuan was helpless: "I don't know what Boss Tang thinks, the time chosen by Qulan Club is exactly the same."

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that Tang Chong'an spent so much effort to poach Jiang Qifeng from Qulan Society, of course he must build momentum everywhere, take advantage of the victory and pursue, and steal Zhang Xiuming's glory together.

"Just flyover."

After hesitating for a whole night, Jiang Qifeng suddenly said this, with a firm tone, it didn't look like a joke. Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, his expression gradually became serious.

"Are you sure? Sealing the box was originally a struggle between Dongcheng and Qu Lan. If you choose Tianqiao...it will become a personal grudge between you and Zhang Xiuming."

"I have no personal grievances with him, it's just that everyone has their own ambitions." Jiang Qifeng felt uncomfortable and defended in a low voice.

Xia Yuan said again: "Reporters don't care whether you are grateful or resentful, they just want to attract attention."

Jiang Qifeng grinned: "That's not very good, Boss Tang must be very happy."

Xia Yuan was at a loss for words and was choked by him.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a little too stubborn."

"He said it many times."

"Who?"

Jiang Qifeng glanced at him thoughtfully, then quickly looked away.

"Zhang Xiuming..."

-

It was getting closer and closer to Xiaonian, and I looked at the calendar with my fingers and calculated carefully, and there was only one week left.

The box-sealing program list was just finalized a week before, and it will be posted at the ticket gates of each park starting this Monday, and it will be announced together with the ticketing time.

All of a sudden, it attracted many audiences, some of whom were fans of cross talk, and found the point at a glance.

"Jiangzi sealed the box to save the bottom?"

"Young Master Jiang is performing at the Tianqiao!"

"Young Master Jiang is playing "The Bodyguard"?!"

The water sign at the ticket office of the overpass was crowded with people. Those who rubbed their eyes in front were afraid that they might have read it wrong, and the people behind stood on tiptoes and crowded forward to see what was going on. Those who couldn't get in couldn't get out, so the security guards outside were recruited.

On the day of ticket sales, some spectators came early in the morning at six o'clock before the gates opened, and waited in line outside the ticket gate carrying a pony.

The more people pay attention, the more pressure the actor has.

There is not much time left, and Jiang Qifeng is still not satisfied with his job. He has gone through his lines over and over again, and studied his expressions and movements in front of the mirror. .

It was rare to meet Xie Yan in the backstage this afternoon. Jiang Qifeng hurriedly called him over, with a very sincere attitude, and asked him for advice: "Mr. Xie, tell me, what is wrong with my job?"

Xie Yan watched the two of them rehearse, and soon saw the problem, with a clear look in their eyes.

He cleared his throat and asked back: "Do you know that there is a saying that "Wen is afraid of essays, Wu is afraid of big bodyguards"? "

This is not unfamiliar, I always hear the old man talking about it.

Jiang Qifeng nodded, and listened to his explanation with all his energy.

Xie Yan asked again: "Then do you know where the focus of these two jobs are?"

Jiang Qifeng replied: "If you don't understand, pretend to understand?"

Xie Yan nodded: "That's right..."

At this point, "Bodyguard" is like many traditional jokes, in which the funny actors pretend to understand and show off their abilities in front of the funny actors.

Xie Yan shifted his gaze to Xia Yuan: "The problem is not to be funny, but to be flattering."

The two looked at each other with doubts written in their eyes.

I just listened to him talking: "The role of the actor in this job is different from "Spitting out a Lotus Flower" and "The Sheep on the Tree". He is not stupid, and he is not really bluffed. When you act Take it easy and don't act like a fool."

It's a bit of an exaggeration to say I'm a fool. In fact, I want to flatter the actor's performance and see through it without telling the truth, and to echo the feeling of having fun with me.

With Xie Yan's guidance, the two of them finally came to their senses. After thanking him, they began to concentrate on practicing again.

-

On the night of sealing;

The garden of Dongcheng Tea House’s Tianqiao store was full of audiences, young and old, and some even brought stools to ask for extra seats without buying tickets.It's just such a group of people. It's hard to say whether they really want to watch the show, or they want to watch Jiang Qifeng's excitement.

Shen Shaoguang's show was also on Tianqiao, but it was the first one. After he finished the show, he felt relaxed and leaned over to Jiang Qifeng's side, jokingly said, "Brother Feng, are you nervous?"

Jiang Qifeng waved him aside: "Go, go, don't make trouble with me."

The actors in the backstage knew that he was under a lot of pressure due to the heavy responsibility of facing off against Zhang Xiuming. He only made a joke or two before it stopped.

The hands of the clock on the wall moved towards eleven o'clock slowly. Seven shows had passed before, and when the three people on the stage came down now, it was time for the bottom corner, Jiang Qifeng.

"Next, please enjoy the cross talk "Bodyguard", performed by Jiang Qifeng and Xia Yuan."

After waiting all night, the most exciting moment finally came. The drowsy or uninterested audience raised their heads almost at the same time, and hundreds of pairs of eyes gathered at the gate.

Jiang Qifeng stood up abruptly, and glanced back at his partner beside him.

"Let's go..."

Stepping onto the stage and looking at the audience below, Jiang Qifeng suddenly began to relax.

When he straightened the microphone and opened his mouth to speak the first sentence, he felt like a fish in water, getting better and better.

"You all know me, right?"

"You have to say your name if you recognize me or not."

"Do I still need to say it? They are all crowding the ticket booth and shouting, just to see me."

"There are always people who don't know each other, and I still have to introduce myself—I'm a Lianjiazi."

After saying these two sentences at the beginning, Xia Yuan obviously felt that Jiang Qifeng had completely relaxed, the rhythm sounded very comfortable, and the state was just right, so he was completely relieved, and the two began to talk about cross talk.

Although this job is not a lot of burden, but with Jiang Qifeng's own sense of joy, there are still bursts of laughter and applause from time to time, even the old fanciers who have been in the cross talk garden all the year round are full of praise, Mr. Jiang still has a real sense of humor style.

For nearly four and ten minutes, the atmosphere on and off the stage was good. It was precisely because of the wonderful program that almost no one checked the time during this time.

"You killed the thief?"

"I slaughtered the cow."

When the bottom was down, the two bowed, and the applause from the audience suddenly burst into thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time.

Back at the entrance, the host nodded towards the two with approval in his eyes. Judging from this reaction, Jiang Qifeng's heart hanging in his throat was relieved.

The response seems to be good.

The applause gradually subsided, and there were small discussions from the audience.

"I didn't expect Jiang Qifeng to be able to do this job."

"I don't think he's any worse than Zhang Xiuming."

"Dongcheng is fishing for treasure."

Jiang Qifeng could faintly hear a few words of praise, and of course he was happy in his heart. When he was in a good mood, he was willing to say a few more words. Usually, two or three times of returning to the show was about the same, but today he returned for a full seven times. At the end, all the backstage actors were called up to sing a few traditional ditties.

At the end of the show, some spectators walked to the side of the road and turned their heads twice, praising the ticket as worthwhile.

Most of the backstage actors haven't left yet, and it's a good day to seal the box. It stands to reason that we have to get together for a meal and drink after the end, so even the actors from the first scene are still there at this moment.

When Jiang Qifeng returned to the backstage, he saw Shen Shaoguang packing his things. He was nervous when he was not on stage just now, and he was not in the mood to joke with him. Now that the performance is over, he can finally make a fuss.

"The box is sealed, it's vacation, and you're still in a hurry to go home?" Jiang Qifeng said with one arm on Xia Yuan's shoulder and the other around Shen Shaoguang.

Shen Shaoguang looked back at him, and asked with a chuckle, "What else? Do you still want to go dancing?"

Xia Yuan just changed his coat, turned his head and rolled his eyes: "Pull it down, there are no disco dancers around here."

Jiang Qifeng waved his hand: "Is it okay to drink if you don't play disco? Isn't it hard to find a bar?"