Shuang Qi

A few words, thought-provoking.

Jiang Qifeng was still holding the coat he had just taken off on his arm. Hearing Xie Yan's words, he stood there with his head down and did not move. Only then did he think more in his eyes that were still shining with anger.

The actors in the next few performances put on their coats one after another and prepared to go on stage. The actors in the previous two performances had already finished their performances and went home.

Jiang Qifeng looked at the time, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, feeling very uncomfortable.

In the past, even if he didn't perform at Qulan Club, he would wait until the last show was over, and then go home with Master.He hasn't tried leaving get off work so early before, so he's not used to it.

"Shaoguang." His voice was not loud, just enough for Shen Shaoguang not far away to hear.

Shen Shaoguang raised his head and met a pair of slightly tired eyes. "Brother, are you calling me?"

Jiang Qifeng asked him: "Drink, are you going?"

Shen Shaoguang only hesitated for a while, and quickly nodded in agreement.

-

Against the backdrop of the hazy moonlight, the prosperity of the capital is vividly displayed.Jiang Qifeng expected that there would be traffic jams on weekends, so he didn't drive out today.

Just now he called Shen Shaoguang to drink, but he didn't want to go to any bar or disco, he was used to listening to plays and drinking tea quietly, and he didn't like such a noisy place.

Coming out of Dongcheng Teahouse, the two walked through the secluded streets under the night lights, and saw several unknown bars on the road, but neither of them went in.

After wandering around like this for a while, I finally saw a food stall with few people. Jiang Qifeng took a closer look at the surrounding environment and was quite satisfied.

"Just here?"

Shen Shaoguang was not picky either, he agreed after just one glance. "Success, I don't choose."

The two entered the store and sat down by the window. Jiang Qifeng carefully looked at the menu and probably knew it, then handed it to Shen Shaoguang who was sitting opposite.

Shen Shaoguang waved his hand directly, put the menu on the table, and said, "You can order, I'm just like you."

Jiang Qifeng glanced at him hesitantly, and sighed, "Then I'll order it, don't blame me if you don't like it later."

After finishing speaking, he beckoned to the waiter and ordered two bowls of noodles and two bottles of beer.

After the order was placed, the cold beer was delivered soon. Shen Shaoguang reached out to fill up two glasses, and pushed one of them to Jiang Qifeng.

He could see that Jiang Qifeng was preoccupied, so he hesitated for a moment when he withdrew his hand, and couldn't help but whispered: "If there is anything, we can discuss it together, you don't have to carry it all by yourself."

Jiang Qifeng took the beer, touched the cold glass with his fingertips, and took another sip of the cold beer in the glass. He calmed down a lot whether he was full of unwillingness or boredom just now.I saw him exhale a foul breath, and asked: "What do you think we should choose in the future?"

There are two paths before them. One is to follow the tradition that most old-timers insist on, and continue to speak in a rigid manner.

The second is to return to the state of the first two games, to be brave in innovation with its own style, and to add a little youthfulness to traditional programs.

Shen Shaoguang is young, but he is also sensible.The audience obviously loves to hear new and energetic styles, and sticking to the tradition may be able to earn the title of "old artist", but in fact this title is worthless.

If the audience likes it, that's good.

If the audience doesn't love it, it's a failure.

The answer to Jiang Qifeng's question is obvious.

So Shen Shaoguang replied calmly: "I think what Teacher Xie said before leaving makes sense."

Crosstalk actors point at the audience to eat, not at their peers.

The two days of Jiang Qifeng's anger over the weekend have passed, and now he calms down and thinks about it, and it is inevitable that he feels a little regretful.If they were not influenced by these old-timers and colleagues, their programs would at least make the audience happy.

He sighed helplessly, and said, "I may have been overwhelmed in the past two days, why am I still competing with myself?"

The two drank and chatted, and the conversation got far away. Shen Shaoguang inadvertently mentioned something about the anniversary of Dongcheng Tea House, which attracted Jiang Qifeng's attention whoever thought about it.

"Is there a show for the anniversary?"

"Yes, there will definitely be commercial performances on the anniversary day, and there will be performances in the teahouse at the same time."

Jiang Qifeng's brows raised slightly, and when holding the wine glass, his thumb kept rubbing the rim of the glass, with deep thoughts hidden in his eyes, it took him a long time to raise his head. "Do we have a chance to play with business?"

Shen Shaoguang choked on his words while drinking beer, covered his mouth and coughed a few times, put down his glass, and stared at him in disbelief: "Brother, I'm not just kidding with Shangyan."

"It's not that I haven't been in commercial performances before. When I first come to Dongcheng, I have to pursue something." Jiang Qifeng's tone was calm and calm, not as if he was speaking in a fever.

Shen Shaoguang couldn't help complaining, you are familiar with commercial performances, I haven't performed in this teahouse for two years, how dare I play such a big one.

As soon as he spoke, his voice seemed a little weak, and he said bluntly: "If you want to perform with the commercial, we have to have a show that can be produced, and there is no rush at this time."

After hearing what he said, the expression on Jiang Qifeng's face did not change, but he had already noticed in his heart that Shen Shaoguang was too timid.

"Let's talk about it then."

-

When he mentioned the commercial show to Shen Shaoguang, Jiang Qifeng said it nicely, as if he had let go, but in fact he didn't mean to let go at all, and since he went back that night, he has been staring at the anniversary show news.

Early this morning, Jiang Qifeng was woken up by the notification sound of his mobile phone. When he opened his eyes and scanned a few lines on the screen, he was just about to lie back and continue to sleep, but suddenly realized something, and suddenly sat up on the bed stand up.

"Who snatched "Picking the Jacket"?"

Looking at WeChat just now, he saw the draft of the program list for the anniversary celebration. On the program list of the commercial performance, next to the names of the two actors who were in the second place, he saw "Picking the Jacket".

Jiang Qifeng frowned, a little displeased.Everyone knows that "Picking the Jacket" is a group talk, the most outstanding group talk, as long as the basic skills are not bad, whoever talks about this show will become popular.

Jiang Qifeng understands the truth, and of course others also understand it. Today's program was released, and he understood it, and he was preempted by others.

Today is the rest day of the Dongcheng Tea House. Jiang Qifeng was nestled at home, looking down at the news on the phone. The more he read it, the more regretful he became.

After noon, Jiang Qifeng turned on the TV and tuned to the opera channel, listening to the classic opera commentary, holding a notebook in his hand, the dense handwriting on it made people gasp.

Who would have imagined that Mr. Jiang would write summaries when he returned home after each performance.

At this time, the doorbell rang suddenly, Jiang Qifeng was a little surprised, who would come over at this time?

When he opened the door, he saw a familiar face.

"Hey, why did Mr. Xie come to my place? Isn't your house next door?" Jiang Qifeng joked like this, but actually opened the door for him to come in.

"Good thing." Xie Yan had a mysterious expression on his face, holding a document in his hand.

After entering the door, he glanced at the commentary on the TV, and quickly looked away. He sat on the sofa and looked up at Jiang Qifeng: "The counterpart is or the group, you choose."

"what?"

"Thirteenth anniversary."

Jiang Qifeng's heart tightened, and he continued to ask without changing his expression: "Commercial show?"

Xie Yan smiled: "Guess..."

"Don't mention it if you don't want to talk about it." Jiang Qifeng almost rolled his eyes, and secretly scolded the old guy for being unkind.

Only then did Xie Yan put away his jokes, and began to say seriously: "You guessed it right, commercial performance, third place, this position is not bad, take care of yourself."

After confirming that he can perform with the business, Jiang Qifeng finally heaved a sigh of relief.

However, the counterpart is still a group of mouths, which is a good question.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Qifeng deliberately sighed tentatively: "Not all of "Picking the Jacket" has been snatched by others, so why should I talk about it?"

In fact, he couldn't hide his thoughts from Xie Yan, but Xie Yan was too lazy to expose him, so he said truthfully: "Did you forget that there is "Wu Xuntu"?"

Jiang Qifeng was stunned, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.When it comes to "Wu Xuntu", he can't help but think of some old events.

At that time, not long after Xie Yan left Qulan Club, Zhang Xiuming had a new partner. He was one of the old actors of Qu Lan Club, and the famous actor Li Sanqin.

Li Sanqin accepted Zhang Xiuming's invitation to come back to Qulan Society, and on the first day he performed "Wu Xuntu", Zhang Xiuming, Li Sanqin, and him Jiang Qifeng.

That night, the applause in the Qulan club was deafening, accompanied by applause and laughter from the audience, indicating that Zhang Xiuming and Li Sanqin's first performance was successful.

Even Jiang Qifeng followed suit and became famous for a while.

However, that moment, this moment...

After leaving Qulan Society, Zhang Xiuming did not explicitly say that he would be expelled from the school, but the scene of the last phone call is still vivid in his memory.

Isn't the current Jiang Qifeng just a Hai Qing leg?

There is no master anymore, so what about training apprentices.

"Uncle, you are making things difficult for me." Jiang Qifeng said with a wry smile.

Xie Yan became angry, and said with hatred: "You don't even want to leave a good show for you. You are used to it? So many actors say trainees, why can't you say it? After talking about cross talk for so many years, I still can't tell the difference between the two in the play. What about off-screen?"

Jiang Qifeng was speechless, his eyes dodged a little, he hesitated for a while before he spoke: "Damn it, is "Dang Xing Lun" okay?"

"Someone reported it."

"Isn't it on the program just now?"

Xie Yan slapped him on the forehead, and said angrily: "Aren't you awake? It's noon now, and those who robbed the show have already finished."

The so-called grabbing shows means vying to report on those shows that can show the level of actors.

Hearing this, Jiang Qifeng became even more depressed. He sat down on the other side of the sofa with his hands on his forehead, two meters away from Xie Yan, and then he said reluctantly, "Just train the apprentice, who will train?"

"Me and Tang Chong'an, you choose one."

I don't want to pick anyone.Jiang Qifeng shouted loudly in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Among the two, Xie Yan is at least familiar to him, and he used to call him "Ms. Niang" when joking a few years ago. If he wasn't chosen, who else could he choose?

Finally, Jiang Qifeng reluctantly made a decision. "You, you come, okay."