Shuang Qi

What a bad way to say it?

When Xie Yan mentioned this sentence, Jiang Qifeng hadn't expected what happened next.However, soon he will understand.

The program list of Dongcheng Tea House was posted on Tuesday morning. There were a total of six programs in the evening show, none of which were conspicuous, except for the word "Jiang Qifeng" written next to the second program, which caught people's attention.

A playlist can be regarded as confirming the rumors that Mr. Jiang abandoned his teacher.

It was just after six o'clock in the afternoon, and it was still dark when it was almost summer, and several actors came to the backstage of Dongcheng Tea House one after another.

When Jiang Qifeng arrived, he stepped into the backstage, raised his eyes and glanced around, and saw Shen Shaoguang sitting in the corner and following the words.

"Brother Feng, are you here?" Shen Shaoguang was following the words, and inadvertently saw Jiang Qifeng who had just entered the door, so he greeted him with a smile.

Jiang Qifeng put down the bag he was carrying, walked over to sit on the chair next to him, put his hand on his shoulder naturally, and asked with a smile, "How is it, right?"

Hearing this sentence, Shen Shaoguang's face suddenly showed a flattered expression, and he didn't know where to put his hands on his shoulders.

"Okay, okay, brother, would you like a cup of tea first?"

Seeing him like this, Jiang Qifeng couldn't help being a little dumbfounded. "No, no, no, don't be nervous."

He couldn't help thinking that he had learned cross talk performances in opera school for a few years in the early years, and then went to Qulan Club to perform for four or five years under his apprenticeship, and now he left Qu Lan Club and entered Dongcheng Tea House, it was the first time he saw a cross talk actor so shy Shy.

"Try to relax. I'm not used to speaking from the beginning to the end with dead words. I might throw a few small burdens at the moment. You should pay attention to it." Jiang Qifeng reminded him.

Originally, Shen Shaoguang was a little apprehensive. For the first time, he was flattering Mr. Jiang in the second place, for fear that his lack of experience would hold him back.

Now that Jiang Qifeng finished speaking, he couldn't relax anymore. He hadn't tried improvisation before, if he didn't catch up well, wouldn't it ruin Jiang Qifeng's first match in Dongcheng?

"Brother, I'm afraid I'll fail if I can't handle it." Shen Shaoguang smiled wryly, feeling a little heavy in his heart.

Jiang Qifeng didn't have any pressure, he waved his hand indifferently, and said to comfort him: "Don't put so much pressure on me, my field won't collapse."

The two chatted for a few words, then glanced at the time, it was still early at this point.

While there was still time, and the backstage was considered quiet, the two went through the dead words in the notebook face to face.

It's just the wording according to the script, this time it's pretty smooth, and there's not much stuck in the whole time. According to Shen Shaoguang's habit, as far as this traditional old word is concerned, the rhythm is not bad.

But Jiang Qifeng was obviously not satisfied with the rules, he took a pen and paper, spread it on the table, circled and drew.

Shen Shaoguang couldn't understand what he wrote, and asked tentatively: "Is the word to be changed?"

"There's no rush for the latter, just say that first, and take your time." Jiang Qifeng wrote with his head down, freeing his mouth to respond to him: "I think about the work ahead."

The pad work is also the opening remark, and it is placed in front of the main work, so that there is a transition when entering the work, and it is not so blunt.

If this passage is well-arranged, the whole performance will flow smoothly. If this passage is not well-received, the program will not be smooth, and the audience will feel stuck in their throats after listening to it.

After Shen Shaoguang heard this, he stopped talking, and sat quietly on the side waiting, but his eyes never left the pen and paper in Jiang Qifeng's hand, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

While writing, Jiang Qifeng suddenly looked up at him, and asked thoughtfully, "Is there anything about you that the audience knows?"

Shen Shaoguang said: "Some of the audience may not know me, you can arrange it as you like."

So go for first impressions.

Jiang Qifeng made a general direction in his mind, and then carefully sized up the young boy.

Shen Shaoguang is fairly clean, usually shy like a cross talk talker, like a boy in liberal arts at school.

"Have you ever read a book?"

"Now junior."

Now Jiang Qifeng was stunned, the actors in Dongcheng Tea House were still college students?Is this the cross talk that I usually talk about after class?

"You are not busy studying, how did you learn cross talk?"

Shen Shaoguang was a little embarrassed and said: "The major is well chosen, and there are few classes... I took the time to learn cross talk because I like it. Isn't this a slow learner, and I am afraid of embarrassing everyone."

When asked here, Jiang Qifeng had almost written the words in his hand. After reading it for the last time, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he pushed it in front of Shen Shaoguang.

"Look, I didn't write every single word, I just picked a few points. If I look through the burden later, most of them won't jump out of this range."

Shen Shaoguang looked at it seriously, the draft with writing and drawing was a bit messed up, but it was still understandable. "Okay, I'm fine."

Before I knew it, the sky outside had already darkened. Looking at the time, it was close to seven o'clock.

At this point, the performance is about to start, and the actors in the backstage are almost here. It is the time for busy work, looking through things, talking and laughing.

There was no program for Tang Chong'an and Xie Yan today, but both of them came, and they could guess without thinking carefully that they were here to see Jiang Qifeng.

Jiang Qifeng came to Dongcheng Tea House for the first performance, who can not be nervous?

"There's a lot of talk about you outside, can you control it?" Xie Yan leaned on the rattan chair and smoked a cigarette, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Qifeng.

Jiang Qifeng smiled, as if unaffected. "Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, let's go to the field and talk about it."

Jiang Qifeng understands the truth that if he wants to wear the crown, he must bear the weight. Since he left Qulan Club and came to Dongcheng for himself, he is destined to face rumors in the industry.

Sooner or later, you have to face it. It is the first match today. It is best to be able to calm down in one fell swoop.

Learning art from Zhang Xiuming, he not only learned to talk and sing, but also to respond on the spot and not to be surprised when things happen, all of which he has learned from his master.

Xie Yan looked very much like Zhang Xiuming in his calm and relaxed appearance.Feeling full of emotions in my heart, I couldn't help but sighed: "You didn't study for so many years in vain."

At this time, the actors in front had already entered the stage, and today's audience seemed more excited than usual. Many of them had heard about Jiang Qifeng and bought tickets to watch the excitement.

The audience applauded enthusiastically, and even the backstage could hear it clearly.

Tang Chong'an said jokingly, "Young Master Jiang is quite famous."

Jiang Qifeng could hear the meaning in these words, and said politely: "This is Dongcheng's reputation, what should I do?"

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the show was staged one after another.It was about nine o'clock, and after the actors in front came down, some left and some were still waiting. Those who didn't leave were all waiting to see Mr. Jiang.

The actors who announced the curtain had gone to the stage, and Jiang Qifeng and Shen Shaoguang had already changed into their coats.

Today was the first scene in Dongcheng, Jiang Qifeng picked out a maroon coat that he didn't often wear, and looked energetic, while Shen Shaoguang was dressed in silver-gray, looking sober overall without losing his temperament.

"Next, please enjoy the cross talk "Anti-Seven Mouths", performed by Jiang Qifeng and Shen Shaoguang!"

After the actor who announced the scene said this, the audience immediately started to commotion, applauding, amazed, and discussing.

"Ready?" Jiang Qifeng looked back at Shen Shaoguang.

Shen Shaoguang took a deep breath before saying, "Let's go..."

The curtain of the stage door was lifted, and the lights on the stage hit the faces of the two, followed by the gazes of hundreds of people.

When the two came on stage, the backstage actors were even more nervous than them.

Listening to the movement outside, Tang Chong'an frowned slightly. "There are good things in the audience, and I'm afraid there will be trouble later."

Xie Yan sat down and took a sip of tea, then said calmly, "I reminded him, it's hard to say today."

"You really hold your breath." Tang Chong'an glanced at him. "What if he can't control the field? We won't be the ones saving money later."

This means that there is not even a single person to clean up the mess.

Xie Yan was not in a hurry, and chuckled lightly: "Think about who his apprentice is, can he be scared by this?"

Tang Chong'an didn't speak any more, and turned his attention back to the stage.

Amidst the din, Jiang Qifeng and Shen Shaoguang bowed on the stage, stood in the center of the stage, adjusted the microphones in front of them, and looked at the audience.

There was no need for other actors to start so laboriously. From the moment Jiang Qifeng stood here, the voices from the audience slowly subsided naturally, and they were all waiting for the person on the cusp of the storm to speak.

"It's a good day today, Tuesday, a weekday night." Jiang Qifeng said with a smile, his eyes swept over the crowded audience. "A lot of people came, and they didn't leave after this point. It's not easy."

Shen Shaoguang followed his words and continued: "This is all about listening to cross talk."

Jiang Qifeng smiled meaningfully and said, "Maybe he likes to join in the fun."

Enough of the jokes, it's time to get down to business.

"Come on stage to give a short self-introduction. Some audience friends know me, and some don't."

When Jiang Qifeng said this, he had already started to pay attention to the audience's reaction. Sure enough, someone's reaction changed, and he looked like he was watching a good show with his hands in his hands.

Jiang Qifeng went on to say: "My name is Jiang Qifeng, a comedian from Dongcheng Tea House."

Just this sentence, the word Dongcheng Tea House is like a thorn, and the audience can't adapt to it, and Jiang Qifeng himself feels bitter in his heart.

When I said this passage, it should have been——My name is Jiang Qifeng, a cross talk actor from Qulan Club, and Zhang Xiuming's apprentice.

Just as Jiang Qifeng was about to continue talking, the scene got out of control for a while.

There was a crisp sound, and a teacup was thrown up from nowhere, and the steaming hot tea in it splashed all over Jiang Qifeng's body, and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered on the edge of the microphone, and the sound was amplified by the speaker. Everyone present could hear clearly.

Immediately afterwards, someone in the front row grabbed a handful of melon seeds and threw them on top, and sprinkled them precisely in front of Jiang Qifeng.

A disdainful scolding came from the audience, and the hundreds of people in the teahouse heard it clearly.

"The white-eyed wolf who betrayed his teacher still has the face to talk about cross talk?"