Shuang Qi

In the dead of night, the two returned home exhausted.

Jiang Qifeng put down the handbag containing the coat and royal child, then slumped sideways on the sofa, and remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something, so he raised his heavy eyelids and looked at Wen Qiyu. "You just said something was wrong? Tell me."

Wen Qiyu went to sit beside him, but at this moment, his clearly clear train of thought was suddenly broken, and he couldn't help being coy when the words came to his lips, and he was embarrassed to say them.

"I told you, don't dislike me!" After hesitating for a while, he put aside his blushing face and whispered, "You know I've only been learning cross talk for two or three years. When I was in Qulan club, my master allowed me to learn it. When I was on stage, you said that I can do those jobs often, and you have also taught me a big bodyguard, and the others... I am really not sure."

Jiang Qifeng understood it, and comforted him first: "You have a strong comprehension ability, and the big bodyguard was also very fast when you went back to school, so it's not difficult."

Speaking of this, the voice paused, then changed the subject and asked: "How many sections of traditional old work do you conservatively estimate are solid?"

Wen Qiyu frowned and thought about it in his mind, and then his voice fell silent. "Aside from the vulgar ones, if you can say it neatly and beautifully, it's probably fifteen or twenty paragraphs."

After Jiang Qifeng thought about it roughly, this number was a little less, which shows that the master really loved him and spoiled him, but he knew Wen Qiyu's ability to learn and comprehend, so he learned it step by step.

So he was relieved quickly, and sighed with a smile: "Okay, this is nothing. We have four days off a week, so we won't go to school. What about the willow work? You can always hold on to the willow work that was left on the ground before the opening." Stand up?"

His parents are both Peking opera actors, so how can he get by if he doesn't even do Liu's work well?

Wen Qiyu immediately straightened her waist and responded: "That's no problem, even if I sing five verses a day, I will never repeat the same thing!"

Jiang Qifeng was very relieved, and sighed several times "Okay, okay." Then he turned serious, looked down at his watch, and said in a serious tone: "Tomorrow, I will get up at eight o'clock in the morning to memorize, and I will start memorizing words at nine o'clock. I will start working with you at ten o'clock. As long as there is no performance in the afternoon, I will teach you how to press the bottom of the box."

A series of heavy blows hit his face, Wen Qiyu made a small face, and recited and recited words, which are the most boring things.Such a "down-to-earth" training arrangement is like returning to the time when I first learned cross talk.

The only thing that aroused his interest and aroused his curiosity was Jiang Qifeng's last sentence, what is the kung fu of pressing the bottom of the box?

"Senior brother, stop being a fool and tell me what you are teaching me—"

"You'll know when the time comes. Recently, when you have free time, you not only practice your words, but also your mind."

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The temporary reform of Shuangqi Society has been implemented for a week, and there is no obvious improvement. But if you really have to calculate the accounts carefully, the number of viewers this week is indeed much higher than the previous period.

Jiang Qifeng arrived at the backstage early in the morning again. Leaving nothing to say, he pointed to an open space and asked Wen Qiyu to stand there. "Put on earmuffs and put them on your back. I'll measure them later."

Wen Qiyu honestly followed what he said, but he couldn't hear anything clearly with the earmuffs on. He couldn't help turning his head back from time to time, wanting to see what his senior brother was busy with.

Turning around, I saw Jiang Qifeng with his back to him, also wearing a sound-proof earmuff, besides that, he was blindfolded, facing a white wall, his mouth seemed to be busy, but he didn't know what he said .

After about an hour, Jiang Qifeng took off the mask in front of his eyes, and his brows were instantly knit into a ball.After not seeing the light for a long time, it is inevitable that I will feel a little uncomfortable when I open my eyes, and it will gradually get better after a moment of relief.

He turned around and took off Wen Qiyu's earmuffs, but he didn't interrupt his work. He listened to the geographical map he was reciting, and said, "Okay, did you go back to memorize the words yesterday? That's right." Bar."

"It's all right." After saying that, Wen Qiyu bent his eyebrows and leaned closer to him, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what were you doing just now? I see that you are even blindfolded."

Jiang Qifeng glanced at him with a calm expression on his face. "It's called being able to act with your eyes closed."

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the number on the electronic watch changed again and again and finally jumped to 12:00. The backstage door was suddenly pushed open, and the two people inside turned their heads to look at it. It turned out that it was Qin Jinrui and Fang Jinqi.

"Brother Feng, it's too early for you two!"

As soon as Qin Jinrui entered the door, he let out a jaw-dropping exclamation. He thought he was motivated enough, and the others came a little closer to the backstage. It's been two hours.

A hint of surprise appeared on Fang Jinqi's face as he heard the arguing inside before he entered the door just now. Presumably, the two of them had gone back and forth on this show several times.

These two pillars are so hardworking, it seems a bit tasteless for them to advance an hour.

Jiang Qifeng pulled two pieces of paper towels off, and handed the other half to his partner. After wiping the fine sweat from his forehead, he went back to the sofa to sit down for a rest and drink half a cup of tea.

When he regained his strength, he looked up at the two anxious children who had just entered the room, and couldn't help chuckling: "Do what you should be busy with, what's there to be guilty of, it's not like you two don't practice when you go back, I can still do it." Can't I catch you two and criticize it severely?"

The two seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but only they knew the sense of urgency quietly spreading in their hearts.

After another half an hour, the actors returned to the backstage one after another, and the deserted place just now gradually became more lively.

Holding hot tea in one hand, Xu Zhaolan flipped through the notepad in front of her with the other, took a sip of the tea, and sighed twice.

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help giving him a blank look, and said angrily, "What are you doing, this sound is not always pleasant."

Hearing this, Xu Zhaolan raised his eyes to look at him, and quickly returned his eyes to his book. After pondering for a moment, he said solemnly: "You said that the pension of the old man and the aunt is only so small, why would you want to come here all day long?"

Jiang Qifeng was taken aback, but he turned the corner in the blink of an eye, waved his hand and said, "I forgot about this, tell Sister Wang, the next game will start with a [-]% discount for seniors, and a pot of mangosteen tea will be given to each table." , ask her to go to the printing shop next door and get some leaflets back."

The [-]% discount is not big, and Luo Han Guo is not a precious thing, it is this kind of small discount that is most attractive to grandparents.

Everyone is here, and no one has any objection to this idea.

Everything was done step by step. Wait until the end of the second week to see that Shuangqi Club's account has finally increased by a large amount, which shows that Jiang Qifeng's reform is indeed effective.

Not only that, with his posture of strictly grasping basic skills, the actors have grown rapidly. Now let them say something, and even the most picky old audiences who have listened to cross talk for decades will sigh a few words, which is really good.

Under strong pressure, people will be as tireless as if they have been injected with chicken blood. It is not until the end of the week that they are about to rest that they really feel the physical and mental exhaustion from the inside to the outside.

After the show ended on Saturday night, the audience left one after another, but most of the actors were still backstage, holding their mobile phones in a circle and whispering. From a distance, they had no idea what they were talking about.Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu had just come back from the scene, and this was what they saw when they looked up.

"I usually clamor and look forward to the holiday, but why are they all lingering when it's really a holiday?"

As soon as they heard Jiang Qifeng's voice, several heads raised together at the same time, their eyes turned around, and Qin Jinrui was pushed out.

Qin Jinrui scratched his head, obviously lacking in confidence: "They said they should go for a drink or watch a movie. We have been together for so long and haven't done team building..."

Before Jiang Qifeng had time to react, Wen Qiyu had already agreed with him.

"I can feel it!"

Jiang Qifeng's face remained unchanged, and he looked at him lightly: "It's okay, I'm not polite to you if you don't get up early in the morning."

Wen Qiyu felt a chill behind his back, and he couldn't help but feel terrified, with an indescribable guilt, but his young bones were full of vivacity and restlessness, he hesitated for only two seconds, turned his head and ran away.

"I don't drink too much, I'm fine, and I'm sure I won't delay my early work."

After hearing this, Jiang Qifeng could already predict what would happen tomorrow morning, but he knew that he couldn't stop him, so he didn't say anything, just pretended nothing happened.

"Success, I'll follow."