Shuang Qi

Originally, I was just asking casually with the last ray of hope, but I didn't know that it was a surprise.

"I will! I really learned sand painting before!"

"Don't say it early!"

Hearing this, Jiang Qifeng was so annoyed by him, he said earlier that he practiced white sand painting from the beginning, how could he waste so much time pulling out the seedlings that couldn't sprout?

Wen Qiyu was extremely wronged, blame him for not saying it earlier?Didn't you ask earlier... Who knew that the craftsmanship left by the traditional ancestors could be so flexible.

Jiang Qifeng stopped procrastinating, and lowered his head to sweep away the unsightly words. "Draw a landscape and let me see."

Wen Qiyu was immediately full of confidence, rolled up his sleeves, held up Baisha and bowed his head, and began to splash ink.

In a short while, the mountains under his hands first appeared prismatic shapes, and the water first appeared waves. They are not as lifelike as in the works of famous artists, but they do not lose their appearance, and they can be seen as famous.

Jiang Qifeng just heard him say yes, but he didn't dare to know how far he would go. Now seeing the finished product, he can finally feel relieved.

"Okay, okay, that's great!"

Wen Qiyu was even more proud when he heard the applause coming from his ears. He patted the remaining fine sand on his hands, sat on the chair Jiang Qifeng was sitting on just now, and crossed his legs.

"Brother, is there anything wrong with it?"

Jiang Qifeng rolled his eyes at him, and slapped him on the back of the head with his backhand: "What's the matter, there's no end. Do you remember how to sing when you draw a fan? Just follow that, and practice wherever you sing and draw."

Wen Qiyu was shocked when he heard this, how could the difficulty increase in a straight line without such a thing!Wanting to cry but without tears, he pulled the man's sleeve and asked, "Don't tell me, this...then what are you up to!"

Jiang Qifeng lifted him up from the chair, turned on the computer as soon as he sat down, and dug out the unfinished documents from last night. "I'm writing a new job, you practice first, and I'll re-string it for you later."

For Wen Qiyu in the next two hours, it was a purgatory on earth. He remembered that when he was a child, learning to play and stretching his body was not so painful.

You have to be careful not to make mistakes with your mouth, and you have to stare at the sand under your hands not to make mistakes. When I was a child, I was half-hearted in school. Why is it so difficult to think of two things now.

Senior brother’s love is like a mudslide. In ancient times, there was an old saying “the song is wrong, Zhou Lang Gu”, and now there is “the song is wrong, Jiang Lang cares”, not to mention the wrong words and two verses, occasionally a little bald will Can't hide from his ears.

Wen Qiyu couldn't bear it anymore, and complained in a low voice: "Aren't you writing new work? You can write it with such distraction..."

Jiang Qifeng didn't miss him complaining here, and said without changing his face: "These arias have long been engraved in my bones, let alone being distracted, I can still hear the faults in it even if I am sleepy."

Wen Qiyu cursed "the devil" in his heart, then bowed his head and continued the suffering just now.

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Baisha spread calligraphy, a handicraft that has not been seen in the world for many years.

Baisha painting, a new job that no one else has performed before.

If these two things are brought to the door of Shuangqi Society, it will definitely attract tourists from all over the world, and if they are made into videos and uploaded on the Internet, they will inevitably stir up a wave of heated discussions.

But this work is also limited, restricted by the weather.

In the past, the old man said that the wind is halved and the rain is all over, and he is talking about cross talk artists who put the pot on the floor.

Among them, the word Baisha would not be performed once the wind blows.

Finally looking forward to a calm and sunny day, the sky just turned dark in the evening, looking up at the clouds, it seems more festive than the red paper on the ground.

At this time, there were already many tourists surrounded by the third floor and the third floor in front of the gate of Shuangqi Club. Some of them saw the figures of Shuangqi from the beginning, and some crowded over to join in the fun without knowing what happened.

The more people around, the greater the curiosity of passers-by, this is an endless cycle.

In the center surrounded by the crowd, Jiang Qifeng was twiddling the fine sand with his right hand and holding the imperial son playing the board with his left hand, singing "Hundred Renowns" clearly in his mouth.

Behind him, Wen Qiyu concentrated on wiping the single string, and carefully tuned a few notes.

When everyone applauded and applauded Jiang Qifeng, they didn't know that there would be even more amazing work soon.The person in front of him is just throwing bricks to attract jade, and attracting Wen Qiyu behind him.

After the song was over, Jiang Qifeng swept away the white sand and put it back in the cloth bag. Wen Qiyu understood it, handed him the prepared single string, and walked forward by herself.

Jiang Qifeng hugged Xianer and bowed to the audience in front of him, and said humbly: "Everyone, the word Baishasa has existed since ancient times, and the late students can't learn it superficially, so I dare to make a fool of myself here. Wen Qiyu will play Baishasa later. The painting is said to be novel but not novel, it is said to be exquisite but not too exquisite, just listen, everyone, it’s fine if you say it’s good.”

After the voice fell, there was thunderous applause, which instantly overwhelmed the other noises. The tourists who looked at the whole street couldn't help but look back. What kind of strange person could startle such a big battle?

Looking at the innermost layer of the crowd, someone has already pulled out his phone and clicked on the video.

With the sound of the first string, the surrounding gradually became quiet.

"The Eight Immortals table is placed in the middle, and the five-color paints are clearly arranged."

Hands raised and hands dropped, white sand was scattered on the red paper, and it was just a puddle of white sand at this moment.

"North, the capital, is depicted on this fan. North, the capital is really majestic."

Looking at the paper again, a pool of white sand has taken on the appearance of an imperial city since some time ago.

There were small exclamations and whispers of admiration from the crowd.

The other actors in Shuangqi Club only knew that these two were going to lay down the ground today, but they didn't know what kind of tricks they were planning. Now they came from a distance, and they were all dumbfounded seeing the impenetrable posture.

Qin Jinrui turned to look at Xu Zhaolan in disbelief: "Brother Xu, did we go the right way?"

Xu Zhaolan was also stunned: "It's not wrong to go wrong, but... why did the manhole cover explode at our door?"

Yang Wenjing listened carefully, and seemed to understand a little: "Listen to this voice, Qi Feng and Qi Yu are performing the show, right?"

The group of people stopped for two seconds, and after they looked at each other, they heard Xu Zhaolan shout excitedly: "Let's go! Go and see! Why is the show so powerful, we don't have so many viewers!"

It is impossible to enter from the main entrance, which requires at least five floors of tourists.

Xu Zhaolan made a decisive decision and walked through the back door.

Several people entered the garden of Shuangqi Club through the back door, then passed through to the front door, and stopped behind Jiang Qifeng.

Of course, the audience outside noticed the extra row of actors behind, but everyone paid attention to Shuang Qi's performance, and no one paid attention to them.

Xu Zhaolan: "Hey! Am I a past actor so soon?"

Qin Jinrui: "When did you get angry?"

Xu Zhaolan: "Have you never been beaten by seniors?"

When his partner was still joking with his juniors, Yang Wenjing, who had always been calm in his work, had already seen the skills of the two.

"Bai Shasa." He murmured and sighed.

When the others heard this, they immediately stopped.

"what?"

Yang Wenjing repeated it again: "Baishasa's calligraphy, but they changed it, it should be called Baishasa painting."

Is it human?

This question popped up in everyone's mind.

How old are these two?Less than [-] years old, the cross talk is steady, the willows are slippery, the traditional innovations are all at your fingertips, and even this kind of almost lost skill can be turned out to perform. Is this a normal young man?

That night, Shuangqi club was full for a long time, and the extra seats were almost added to the outside of the garden.

At the same time, the video of Baisha painting made by tourists has been widely praised on the Internet, and the signboard of Shuangqi Club has been ringing again.

After this, in April of this year, as expected, Shuangqishe stood out among the sluggish peers, which made those who were still dying to be red-eyed, and also made the old club's rival, Dongcheng Teahouse, hate their teeth.

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Qu Lan Society;

Zhang Xiuming just came back from recording a speech program, and just in time for the encore, he went up and sang two old tunes.

Backstage, most of the actors had already packed their things and left for get off work. Only Yan Xiuwen was still sitting on the sofa, sipping tea and looking at his phone.

"March and April are always quieter, but this year there are too few audiences, right?"

"No one can say for sure about this. It's cold here, so it's not the same with the one surnamed Tang."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiuming took off his coat, and Li Sanqin took it over and helped him hang it up.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Yan Xiuwen staring at something engrossed. The two looked at each other, walked up and sat beside him, just in time to see him watching the video on the screen horizontally.

"What about watching short videos? You're pretty trendy."

When Yan Xiuwen heard the sound, he turned his head to look, and met the eyes of his senior brother Zhang Xiuming.He chuckled lightly, big, generously turned up the brightness of the screen.

"Your apprentice is really good."

In the picture is the overcrowded scene in front of Shuangqi Club that evening.

Zhang Xiuming watched for a while, and couldn't help frowning. "What time is this?"

Yan Xiuwen said: "Just last week, this video is going viral now."

last week?

The entire industry is deserted, and Duta Shuangqi Club is full of people and in full swing.

Complex emotions ignited in Zhang Xiuming's heart, mixed with joy and sorrow, and mixed with a lot of melancholy.

Does this count as teaching the apprentice to starve the master to death?

How could Yan Xiuwen not know what he was thinking?He patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't think too much about it, you taught them both. No one has used Baishasa calligraphy for many years. You should be proud that they can make this work popular." It is."

Zhang Xiuming didn't know what to think. He taught Jiang Qifeng this job, but he never taught Wen Qiyu. He could only do it under Jiang Qifeng's hands.

Jiang Qifeng changed his writing into a painting, and gave Wen Qiyu the most important part of showing his face... He claimed to be chasing after fame and fortune, but he did something that no one for fame and fortune would ever do. I can't see through it anymore.

Li Sanqin didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and suddenly said: "I heard that Shuangqi Club has changed its direction in the past two months, and its reputation is getting better and better."

Perhaps one day in the near future, Shuangqi Society can really reach the top, break the deadlock of two tigers fighting for more than ten years, and form a tripartite confrontation.

Zhang Xiuming was a little tired, and leaned on the sofa and waved his hands: "No matter what, the program I recorded today will be broadcast at the end of the month. We must hurry up and train the juniors to develop into TV cross talk."