Shuang Qi

It is a shortcut to retell old dramas and new ones, and it is also a challenge.

There are ready-made references to modify according to. Of course, the early creation is easy, but it is even more difficult to break through the classics left by the predecessors and perform your own style characteristics.

The judges have obviously noticed this. They haven't looked away from Jiang Qifeng's performance, and the jokes have been repeated one after another. While the judges are laughing, their expressions have always been very dignified, and they are staring at the people on the stage. , I wish I could see through him.

Jiang Qifeng never liked to let people down, and this time was no exception. At first, he was calm and unremarkable, but his style gradually became apparent as he progressed.

Then Wen Qiyu and Xu Zhaolan came on stage, and the unique vitality of the young actors gave the old jokes from 30 years ago a little more modern color.

The judges' furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and they whispered between each other from time to time, accompanied by small nods, obviously appraising the program well.

Amidst the laughter and applause, the host Zhao Huyou's expression was not so good.

This Xu Zhaolan had just left Dongcheng Teahouse half a month ago, saying that she had reunited with her old partner and was going back to Tianjin.

Anyway, this is also a role. Once he leaves, the business of Dongcheng Tea House will shrink again.

Let's just go, there was nothing shady about it, but he came here today to assist Jiang Qifeng in acting, who knows what gossip will be spread by those reporters who are sharp-eyed and eloquent...

"You are the host Zhao Dahuyou, even if the Dongcheng tea house fell down and the monkeys scattered in an instant, what does it have to do with you?"

Zhao Huyou turned around when he heard the sound, and the assistant director was standing behind him.He subconsciously looked at the figure sitting behind the monitor. Unfortunately, the director was also looking at him.

"Understood……"

The show on stage was drawing to a close, and the audience was still enthusiastic.In a burst of thunderous applause, Xu Zhaolan put down the last sentence, and the three of them bowed in unison and then took a step forward from the audience, waiting for the next most tense voting and scoring session.

"Let's ask Mr. Jiang Wanqiu, what do you think of this work?" Zhao Huyou asked with a smile on his face, the haze from just now did not appear in his eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Qifeng bowed slightly, and responded to him very humbly: "I dare not say it's perfect, but I've tried my best. If there are any deficiencies, please point them out."

Zhao Huyou was more polite than his smile, and he continued to praise: "You are too modest, I think not only the audience responded well, but even our judges and teachers kept admiring it!"

Jiang Qifeng's face remained unchanged. He had heard a lot of such polite words when he was still in Qulan Society, so how could he really take it to heart?

On the other hand, Wen Qiyu couldn't help but secretly rejoiced. Usually, Zhang Xiuming was always serious about him, and had very strict requirements on his works. He was lucky not to be scolded after every performance, and he wanted to praise him?Today is the first time he has heard good things!

"Let's count down and prepare. What kind of scores will the three wonderful programs get?"

When Zhao Huyou said this, the lights in the studio dimmed very well, only a beam of top light hit the three of them, and the numbers on the big screen behind them scrolled quickly...

286!The numbers on the big screen finally froze, followed by a burst of exclamation. Obviously, the audience who had just voted did not expect such a high score in the end.

"How many points did that group get?"

Just asked Jiang Qifeng's heartfelt thoughts.

"Two hundred, 270 four!"

On the stage, Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu started to calculate almost at the same time, their brains were running fast, they fell behind by [-] points, this time they surpassed others by [-] points, and the final score was... [-] points ahead of their opponents, a narrow victory!

The two raised their heads suddenly, and subconsciously looked at each other. They both saw joy in each other's eyes, as well as a long-lost sense of relief.

Since entering the rematch stage, they have not been as relaxed as they are now.

In the next second, the audience's applause and Zhao Huyou's congratulations pulled the two of them out of their thoughts.

"First of all, congratulations to Wen Qiyujiang for her successful promotion in late autumn, and also thank Xu Zhaolan for participating in the supporting role."

After Zhao Huyou greeted people with a smile, he suddenly changed his tone, looked at Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu and said, "Our finals will be in two weeks, and the finals will be held in the form of a group arena."

"The next idea is that the work is required to be completely original."

One stone stirs up thousands of waves, completely original, that is to say, you can't learn from old jokes and traditional jokes, it all depends on the actor's own creative ability.

"In addition, there are subject restrictions." Zhao Huyou dropped another heavy bomb before everyone present recovered.

Jiang Qifeng asked: "What theme?"

Zhao Huyou said with a faint smile: "After the finalists are determined later, they will be decided by lottery in the background."

Returning to the backstage lounge, the actors who ended were either happy or disappointed, and the actors who hadn’t played yet were nervous or apprehensive.

Anyway, the big rock in Jiang Qifeng's heart landed safely, so he thanked Xu Zhaolan with a smile, and said that he would go out for a drink or two later.

"No, no." Xu Zhaolan hastily declined, waved his hands and said, "I bought a ticket and rushed to Tianjin, why don't you go back to Baiqu Garden next month? Let's make an appointment then!"

"Okay, see you later."

It was already evening when all the contestants who had advanced were confirmed, and the script had to be discussed after the lottery was drawn. After such a toss, it would be at least early in the morning to rest tonight.Wen Qiyu slapped his thigh to make a decision, go back with Jiang Qifeng tonight, and live at his house.

The two of them started discussing the script when they got back from dinner. Wen Qiyu was the one who drew the lottery just now. He didn't know whether to say he was lucky or not, so he chose realism.

It’s easy to say that it’s easy. In the beginning, cross talk artists satirized reality in a witty way of speaking, so as to form jokes to make people laugh. It can be said that cross talk is the art of realism.

But to say that the scope of realism is too large, giving such a theme is equivalent to not giving it.

After much deliberation, Wen Qiyu finally got rid of the messy thoughts in her head, and sighed: "We don't need to worry about it, just treat him as the simplest one."

Left and right Jiang Qifeng couldn't think of any too novel ideas, so he simply changed his mind, came and went for only a few minutes, but suddenly became enlightened.

"Reflecting the social reality, no matter how you say it, you won't digress. We don't want any deep ideas, we don't want too many interesting materials, just do his four homework and learn to sing! Since it's a cross talk competition, let's focus on the basic skills, Nobody can fault it.”

Wen Qiyu was deeply convinced, and then he said: "Let's focus on "learning"? "

"to make."

They hit it off immediately, and the two immediately started the pre-creation. There were only two weeks.

In the next two weeks, except for the two of them having a fixed day of performance in the small garden every week, the remaining ten days in total, every day is to practice and match words.

This is a very boring process. It is said that 1 minute on stage and [-] years of work off stage, no one in the folk art industry has practiced like this.

Three meals a day may be one of the few times when you can have fun.

Jiang Qifeng has lived by himself for so many years, not to mention his cooking skills, anyway, the appearance is not bad and the taste is not bad. Wen Qiyu was watching at the kitchen door, and couldn't help taking out his mobile phone to record a small video.

"Do you want to shoot a meal? I really haven't seen anything." Jiang Qifeng just turned around with the dishes and met his camera, and suddenly laughed dumbfounded.

Wen Qiyu happily said, "I've seen cooking before, but I've never seen such handsome old men cook, hehe."

When the dishes were served, the two of them also sat down. Wen Qiyu looked at the person opposite and then at the dishes in the bowl, and suddenly muttered: "This is too out of style."

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help rolling his eyes: "What kind of style do you want to eat, you two old men?"

"I want to listen to an opera." Wen Qiyu winked at him.

Jiang Qifeng: There was disgust in his eyes that couldn't be concealed, but he really didn't know how to reject this little junior brother.

"Which one do you want to hear?"

"It's all right."

"Literary and martial arts?"

"It's all right."

It's also just looking for something to say, asking everything like this.

Jiang Qifeng also loves to listen to operas, so there is naturally a lot in the playlist on his mobile phone, so he clicked on a song and put his phone away.

"Can I eat well now?"

The familiar gongs and drums sounded, and Wen Qiyu finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"okay!"

Before An Sheng took a bite, Wen Qiyu raised his little head again: "Are you listening to Yu Pai?"

"En." Jiang Qifeng responded casually.

"My dad sings Yu's!" Wen Qiyu said enthusiastically.

Jiang Qifeng was slightly surprised, and a name finally popped up in his mind.But in the blink of an eye, he regained his composure, glared at him and said angrily, "Eat your meal, and we'll get back to work later."

"Oh..." Wen Qiyu curled her lips and lowered her head reluctantly.

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Whether it was long or short, the two weeks passed quickly.

Jiang Qifeng has always had one advantage, that is, calmness.No matter how nervous others are, he still looks calm and breezy.

"Is the order out?"

Hearing voices, Wen Qiyu looked up at the door. Wen Qiyu came in with two cans of ice coke and a bunch of snacks, sat down beside Jiang Qifeng, and asked a casual question.

"Out." Jiang Qifeng's tone was very flat, without saying a word.

Wen Qiyu couldn't help being puzzled, as if something was scratching in his heart, he stopped tearing the packing bag, and turned to look at him: "What's the matter with you, tell me who we are first?"

"The last one." Jiang Qifeng finally curled his lips into a smile when he said this.

Wen Qiyu's eyes lit up, and she was secretly delighted, exciting and lucky enough.

As for the group arena, the closer you get to the front, the more difficult it is. The first one is the hardest. Who can guarantee that they can sit firmly in the ring from start to finish?This is not only a test of the actor's ability, but also a test of the actor's mentality.

They were the last group to play, so the waiting time was naturally the longest.

"Then I bought the right snack, maybe it's not enough." Wen Qiyu said with a smile.