Shuang Qi

This lottery is not the lottery, it's cross talk jargon, and it refers to a small number of audience members leaving during the performance.

In the old days, it was not easy to be a cross talk artist. The audience was the artist’s bread and butter. What were you most afraid of when performing?The most fearful thing is that the parents of food and clothing leave the scene in a huff.

Even today, the living environment of Dongcheng Tea House is not so difficult, and it is not so difficult to drink Northwest Wind without two audiences, but it is still a deeply criticized thing to tell the audience away during the performance.

Shame and lose your hair!

Jiang Qifeng scanned the backstage with tired eyes. What he saw was Dongfang Shuo, the patriarch in the middle of the room. Then he looked at the familiar Xingmu and square table. The four characters of Dongcheng Tea House were embroidered on the table surround. Kind of tired.

"There are so many people who seem to be able to do this. The worst thing is that no one stops them. What? They all want to see me laughing? Who am I to provoke?"

Xia Yuan couldn't help chuckling: "In the past two years, there are countless gossips about you, and the most common one is - "Why is he a character since he came here?" "

"Ask me that?" Jiang Qifeng laughed angrily: "Either he has the ability to invite Boss Tang to invite him in person, or he's earnestly studying the business and surpassing me as soon as possible, and he learns the old lady's nonsense every day!"

"If they could understand that, they would be famous long ago.—

In the blink of an eye, the end of the year is getting closer and closer, and the end of the lunar calendar means the sealing of the box. In fact, the sealing of the box is the same every year, but there must be a fierce battle between the peers, such as the old enemies of Dongcheng Tea House and Qu Lan Club.

In the past two years, Qulan Society has had a few more small actors, and for some reason, it has satisfied the appetite of the audience. Tickets are selling very well, and even the business of the entire Qulan Society is always overwhelming Dongcheng Tea House.Tang Chong'an was not indifferent, the fire in his heart had been suppressed for a long time.

Now there is a saying among the audience, that is, Zhang Xiuming is good at winning a role by himself, and it is no problem to win one star a year, while Tang Chong'an only pries other people's corners, and he will pry away whoever sees popularity.

"I've already said that Dongcheng Tea House is so big that it can't just rely on him as a brat. Look at how many resources and opportunities you have given him? Usually, he is usually the second and the third, and the box is sealed and let him save the bottom. In the end, he still does it." But people."

Huang Qiying leaned on the sofa, holding a tea bowl in his hand, and opened his mouth to preach, as if he was the only smart person in the world.

Xie Yan stubbed out the cigarette butt, and glanced at him with a sneer: "Then how much trouble you have caused him, why don't you tell me how much trouble you have caused him? How old are you, it's not childish to do this again."

I don't know if these words poked Huang Qiying's lungs, his face changed instantly, and he sat up abruptly and said to Xie Yan with a yin and yang: "You have a deep relationship with him, and you believe everything he says. Why, Teacher Xie thinks The others are not actors in Dongcheng anymore? They are full and have nothing to do this self-defeating thing!"

"Then how do you explain that he has stage accidents every now and then?"

"How do you know that this is not a trick he directed and acted himself to cover up that his business is not good enough but he can't sell Qulan Club?"

Self-directed and acted?How far-fetched to fight back.

Xie Yan was taken aback when he heard his words: "Who the hell would direct and act on his own to ruin his own business! Not good at business? If you say this with a conscience, who can do better than the actors under the age of 30 in Dongcheng Tea House?" he!"

"All right, all right, stop!" Tang Chong felt that the two of them would have to fight if he didn't stop him any longer, so he just made a final decision and blocked their mouths. "Seal the box and let him talk to the main store, right under my nose, and let me see who dares to do anything."

On the night of the box-sealing performance, the Dongcheng Tea House was extremely lively. The audience entered the venue one after another, and the actors had already arrived backstage to prepare for the performance. The older generation of managers like Tang Chong'an were in the conference room, and the door of the conference room was closed tightly. I don't know what they are discussing again. There are only a few young actors in the background, looking down at their phones, or reciting words with their eyes squinted.

By this time, most of the actors who were still reciting lyrics were nervous and unconfident. A seasoned cross talk actor like Jiang Qifeng was unnecessary. He swiped his phone with one hand and leaned on Xia Yuan's shoulder with the other.

"Mr. Jiang, the main store of the sealed box is down to three, you are so beautiful."

The actors who came and went to meet each other complimented duplicity, and a few words made people very uncomfortable.But as the saying goes, if you stretch out your hand and don't hit someone with a smiling face, if someone praises you, you can't make people shut up.

"Hey, why did you call me teacher when you first arrived? This sounds harsher than Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Qifeng put on a polite yet awkward smile. He thought he had already said this very clearly, but some people still couldn't understand it.

"Mr. Jiang has been in Dongcheng Tea House for three years now. Should Boss Tang recommend it to the Quyi Association?"

Do you not understand human language or learn to speak.

Jiang Qifeng secretly slandered in his heart, but this person mentioned the Quyi Association, whether it was intentional or unintentional, he succeeded in attracting his attention anyway.

What should I do? My heart is moved.

Jiang Qifeng endured this lame address for the time being, and asked in a calm tone: "You mean the Quyi Association? What do you mean?"

The man introduced to him enthusiastically: "Boss Tang is the vice president of the Quyi Association. There is a recommendation quota every year. With your business and reputation, you should be recommended this year."

Recommended quota?

Jiang Qifeng was thoughtful.

He wanted to ask what is the benefit of joining the Quyi Association, and when he got to the point of speaking, he looked at the person in front of him. He didn't have much contact with each other in performances, and he never contacted him in private...

Just be careful with your words and deeds.

"Hey, these are all fake, only the business is real. I'm still young, and it would be a great honor for Boss Tang to recommend me. It's only natural for him to recommend me, so don't think too much about it!"

The man had a polite smile on his face, and said "It's okay, it's all about you being young sooner or later", and he couldn't help laughing inwardly: He was clearly thinking about chasing fame and fortune, so why pretend to be noble!

The waiting time to go on stage seems to be very long. Listening to the previous programs one after another, those who are not in a good mood are nervous and worried, and have basic nerves, while those who are in a good mood are already sleepy waiting, such as Jiang Qifeng.

The hands of the clock on the wall slowly moved towards ten thirty, and the inaudible "tick-tick" was already tiresome to hear.

At this time, a clear and crisp "Fuck you!" finally sounded from the front.

Jiang Qifeng woke up, patted the creases on the coat, and called out to the people next to him, "Yuan'er, it's our turn."

"Next, please enjoy the cross talk "Three Festivals Worshiping Flowers Lane", performed by Jiang Qifeng and Xia Yuan."

As soon as the host finished speaking, the two people backstage were already waiting in front of the gate.

"Allegro, don't forget to hold the board!"

The figure sitting behind drinking tea visibly froze for a moment, but Jiang Qifeng was so focused on getting ready to go on stage that he didn't notice it.

"Didn't I prepare to put it here just now? Why isn't it here?" Xia Yuan turned around and touched it, but the Allegro that he should have touched was gone.

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help but frowned: "What's going on, you're going to lose the chain when you're going to play?" He felt something bad in his heart, and that black-hearted guy wouldn't do it under Tang Chongan's nose, right?Hidden allegro?

"Here, here!" An actor called out at the tea table, pointing to the seat where Xia Yuan was sitting just now, where there seemed to be an allegro.

As soon as the host came down, he saw the chaos and hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, come on stage!"

Xia Yuan hurriedly picked up the allegro, and seeing that Jiang Qifeng was ready, he reluctantly felt relieved. The two walked onto the stage side by side, stood in front of the microphone under the light, bowed deeply, and began to perform.

The work in Blossom Alley in the third quarter is not long, and usually there is little talk. If it is to be performed on the sealed stage, it must not be over in ten minutes, so it will be more talk for a while.

When the main work started, Xia Yuan's face suddenly became a little stiff when the clapper sounded, but the words on his mouth and the movements of his hands didn't stop. Jiang Qifeng saw something was wrong, but thought there should be something wrong big.

"Not only do you have to strike, you also have to strike!"

"I still have to tie it together? You should have said it earlier!"

Everything seemed to be going on in an orderly manner, but after this sentence, Jiang Qifeng continued to hit the board, and Jiang Qifeng clearly felt that Xia Yuan didn't dare to use his right hand hard, and the big board didn't make much noise.

Next came the dead words, the least difficult part, Xia Yuan's right hand became more and more stiff, others couldn't see it, but he knew it best, his palm was already full of sweat.

Jiang Qifeng asked him what's the matter with his eyes while speaking, Xia Yuan's face was not very good, and he couldn't speak up on the stage, and finally reached the critical point where the two exchanged positions, and they just passed by At that moment, Xia Yuan whispered anxiously close to his ear:

"The rope is about to break."

What rope?Why is it about to break?

Jiang Qifeng's brain was running fast, and he glanced at the board in Xia Yuan's hand calmly. Could he be talking about... the rope on the big board is about to break?

The following words are still correct, only Xia Yuan's right hand hitting the board is getting lighter and lighter, and he hardly dares to shake the two bamboo boards in his hand.

"What's the matter with this joke, why do you play the board with one hand?"

"Did you hurt your hand?"

"Why does Dongcheng Tea House allow such a person to act as a box sealer..."

The audience who were eating melon seeds and drinking tea couldn't help whispering.

"I'm going out for a cigarette, you see."

The lottery was drawn, and the lottery was drawn again.

Jiang Qifeng's heart turned cold, he secretly thought it was not good, this was a box-sealed performance, and the performance made the audience leave the stage at the end, it's a big joke to say it out!

Three or four audience members left the stage one after another, and the pressure on the actors on stage was like Mount Tai.

The program "Three Festivals of Blossom Worship Alley" was not very long, and it was coming to an end soon.

Xia Yuan tried his best to control the precarious bamboo board in his right hand, and he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but at this moment, he lightened his hand, and a crisp sound spread throughout the teahouse.