Shuang Qi

There was a small meeting in the backstage a few days ago, and in the end, I didn't think of any other good ideas. I can only release the program list before the Qulan Club on a fixed date, and let the rest be left to fate.

A rare guest came backstage today, Qiao Zhenhua, boss Qiao.

Qin Jinrui and Fang Jinqi were the first to arrive. When they entered the door and saw the big Buddha, they were so shocked that the coffee in their hands almost spilled.

"Joe, boss Joe."

Hearing this, Qiao Zhenhua pushed his reading glasses, put aside the newspaper in his hand, and looked up at the door, only to find that it was not Jiang Qifeng who came, so he frowned. "You two, what's your name?"

Qin Jinrui replied nervously, "My name is Qin Jinrui, and this is my partner Fang Jinqi."

Fang Jinqi nodded slightly as a sign of respect.

Qiao Zhenhua nodded, and then his eyes fell on the drink in his hand. "These things are also brought into the background?"

"This……"

What's wrong with that?

Qin Jinrui's words stuck in his throat, but fortunately he was conscious and didn't really say it.The words swirled on the edge of his mouth, and then swallowed back.

Fang Jinqi reacted quickly, and quickly smoothed things over for him: "This is because I didn't finish my drink outside, and I hurried back to talk to each other, and I was reluctant to throw it away. We will make sure to take it out and throw it away when we finish drinking."

Qiao Zhenhua's expression didn't change, but he kept an old face, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

After a while, I heard him order in a deep voice: "I'll go out to smoke a cigarette, and when Jiang Qifeng comes, let him see me."

After all, the old man turned and went out.

"We clean up every day, what's the matter with drinking coffee..." Qin Jinrui muttered slightly dissatisfied.

Fang Jinqi had no choice but to persuade him: "Okay, the older generation will always be more taboo, and Boss Qiao doesn't just stay here every day, since we met today, let's follow his words. of."

"It's also..."

Not long after, Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu also arrived. Just as they put down their things, Qin Jinrui was about to send a message to him when he heard a light cough from outside.

Qiao Zhenhua appeared at the door at some point, raised his eyebrows at him, and said, "Young Master Jiang, come out."

Jiang Qifeng was slightly startled, subconsciously turned his head and looked at the actors in the background, but couldn't get any useful information, so he had to go out in a hurry.

"Boss Joe, are you looking for me?"

Qiao Zhenhua didn't go around in circles with him, and got straight to the point: "I heard that Qulan Club is going to release the boxed program list, are you ready?"

Jiang Qifeng understood, it turned out to be this matter. "Don't worry, our program list has already been set, and it will be sealed on the same day as Qulan Society, and it will definitely be released before them."

Qiao Zhenhua said coldly: "I don't care about anything else, this is the last test, if you can't pass, don't expect to convince me with your nonsense on the Internet."

Internet, nonsense?

Jiang Qifeng was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that he was talking about a short video.

"You can rest assured."

-

From the day the schedule was released, public opinion exploded everywhere. Dongcheng Tea House, Qulan Club, and Shuangqi Club released the program list on the same day and sealed it on the same day.

If it is expected that Dongcheng Tea House and Qulan Club have competed for many years, then Shuangqi Club is definitely a dark horse, and it is really eye-catching to be able to form a tripartite confrontation with the other two as a monk halfway through.

On the day of sealing, near evening, the upper and lower stages of the stage had already been set up, waiting for the performance to begin.

On such an important day like today, the actors have all gone backstage early, and have roughly rehearsed the process twice, and now they drink tea to adjust their state.

Jiang Qifeng glanced at Weibo, and couldn't help laughing: "We forgot about Dongcheng Tea House, but Tang Chong'an has to fight with Qu Lan every year."

Xu Zhaolan smiled heartily, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Never mind him, let's just stand on our own feet, and fight as they like."

Sealing is, after all, the most important performance throughout the year. Those who have experienced many battles take it seriously, but those who are fledglings are of course nervous and anxious.

"Brother Feng, if our acting fails, will we have to break up after the Chinese New Year..." Wu Shaogeng, also known as Leek, asked in a low voice.

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help laughing: "Why, our popularity has been rising steadily in the past few months, so we can say we are breaking up? Do our best tonight, even if Boss Qiao really can't pass the test, the big deal is to change places."

After the words fell, the few people who were still uneasy just now seemed to relax a lot.

"By the way, are you going to sing at the door before the show tonight?" Qin Jinrui suddenly remembered this and couldn't help asking.

Jiang Qifeng shook his head and said, "No need, the tickets are already sold out, we will go all out for the evening show."

The sky was getting darker, and there were more and more noisy voices outside, presumably because the lights were turned on in front, and tourists and spectators were blocking the door.

The water on the tea table boiled, and Jiang Qifeng lifted the kettle and poured hot water into the teapot, and the aroma of tea rose to his face instantly accompanied by steaming heat.

At this time, there was a rapid knock on the door outside.

Seeing that he was busy making tea, Wen Qiyu trotted all the way to open the door. Seeing the figure at the door, Wen Qiyu was a little surprised: "What's the matter, Miss Wang?"

"Look for yourselves, this is about to start, there are two enthusiastic audiences who sent eight of these here. Hey, Mr. Jiang, tomorrow is a holiday, where is this going? Doesn't it stink when you come back after the new year? It's gone!" Sister Wang cursed and yelled, sideways to get out of the way.

I saw eight flower baskets standing outside the door, with the signboard of Shuangqi Club on the flower baskets, and festive red silk hanging on them.

"This..." Jiang Qifeng was stunned, and was gradually enveloped by a wave of warmth.The red silk with flowers was so eye-catching, it moved him deeply.

He stopped in the middle of the conversation, and it took a while to remember to continue: "After all, this is someone's kindness, so keep it."

Xu Zhaolan also took a look, and suggested: "Let's put it on the stage and put it in a row at the back. Let's celebrate such a good day."

Yang Wenjing was the first to object: "No, today we are doing leg work and a cross talk drama. The stage is not spacious, so how can we show these again."

"Then how?"

All the actors looked at each other in blank dismay, and there was no sound.

After all, flowers and gifts have always belonged to famous actors and actresses, and no one has such experience.

"Let's put it at the door. When the show is over, take out the flowers and take them away with each person."

Jiang Qifeng made a decision, and everyone had no objections, so the matter was settled.

Being idle is also idle, Xu Zhaolan couldn't help but tease her partner: "Mr. Yang, is it okay for you to bring a bunch of flowers back to your sister-in-law after the performance?"

Yang Wenjing rolled his eyes at him and said angrily, "Get out..."

-

The show started on time at 07:30, and the first one on stage was still Leek Egg. The two of them seemed to perform better than usual today, and the audience applauded warmly and laughed heartily.

Jiang Qifeng leaned over to the edge of the door curtain and glanced out through the gap, and there were no empty seats in the audience.

"Is there an extra seat today?"

"That's right, twenty seats were added to the front, and thirty extra seats were added to the end."

This small achievement seems to be nothing in Qulan Club or Dongcheng Tea House, but it is a miraculous existence in Shuangqi Club.

A rush of enthusiasm gushed out from the bottom of my heart, and what lingered in my mind was "the future can be expected".

Time passed by every minute and every second, the actors in front of the stage tried their best to talk and laugh, and the audience in the audience sometimes clapped their hands and laughed loudly. In just a few months, Shuangqi Club seems to be slowly improving, from youthful and immature Towards maturity and stability.

The actors who came down finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the actors who came up were both nervous and excited.

Unknowingly, tonight's performance has passed halfway, and the next one is the highlight, the cross talk drama.

Nowadays, there are not many cross talk dramas, but the form is too similar to sketches, and they are afraid of attracting controversy.

But in fact, cross talk is cross talk after all, the focus is on talking, not on acting, and the surprise can be seen at a glance.

During the nearly four to ten minutes, the actors on stage inevitably felt uneasy, worried about the reaction of the audience, for fear that they would not be able to accept it.But still in the play, no one has the energy to observe how the audience is doing.

There were people talking in low voices below, and it was indeed as Jiang Qifeng expected, most of the questioning voices said, "Isn't this a sketch?"

But there are also people who readily accept it, find it interesting and happy, and are willing to support it.

As for art, who can tell right from wrong?It can only be said that everyone has different preferences.

The curtain ended, bowed and stepped down.

It was clearly the twelfth lunar month of winter, but all the actors looked as if they had just been fished out of the water, and the base coats inside their gowns were already soaked with sweat.

"It's dangerous, it's too dangerous. My mind almost went blank and I couldn't remember the words."

"I really missed a sentence in the middle, but fortunately Brother Xu responded quickly and made up for me!"

"Emma, ​​did you miss it? I thought it was my words..."

As soon as they got off the stage, they all started talking, and they couldn't stop talking outside. If Zhou Ci, who announced the curtain today, was still awake, this large group of people might have forgotten that the show was not over yet.

"Brother Qin! It's your turn! Hurry up! You two's "New Monster Cure"!"

Only then did Qin Jinrui come back to his senses, and jumped up with a slap on the forehead: "I'm going, I almost forgot!" Then he pulled up his partner and hurried onto the stage.

Seeing this, there was laughter in the background.

Looking at it, Jiang Qifeng couldn't help sighing: "In such a rush, don't forget your words on stage."

While talking, Wen Qiyu's phone rang suddenly.

He listened for a long time before frantically rummaging through his jacket pocket to get out his cell phone, but suddenly stopped when he saw the name on the call reminder.

"Why didn't you answer it?" Hearing the ringing, Jiang Qifeng couldn't help but look up, seeing that he was holding the phone but not answering it, he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

Wen Qiyu subconsciously pursed her lips and said nothing, her eyes were a little complicated, and it took a long time before she clicked on the answer.

The first sentence of the mouth surprised all the actors.

"Hi, uncle."

The only one who can call Wen Qiyu the uncle is... Yan Xiuwen...