Chapter 18: show

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This is not a modern phenomenon. In the ancient times, those tune artists performed everywhere, and the restaurant sold singing, which was actually the predecessor of the cave.
In the 1960s, Shan Tianfang and his daughter-in-law ran in rivers and lakes. In two months, they earned more than 4,000 yuan and were reported. The Quyi Troupe ordered him to return to the city and fined him 800 yuan.
In his autobiographical storytelling, he said that going back was the last regret decision, because he immediately engaged in sports and was persecuted himself. If you don't go back, maybe you can escape the disaster.
Of course, this matter is inaccurate, and it's a fate.
At the end of December, after more than half a year's preparation, the Quyi Troupe has decided its faction. Sanfang brought one team each, and they all received invitations for performances.
The unit on the side of Mogou Camp is just a textile factory. It has a wealth of money, a very standard reception, and good accommodation.
A group of people arrived in the morning, there was a performance in the evening, and tomorrow they had to go to Fengtian. There were three games over there ... By the end of the trip in the province, the New Year would have basically passed.
"Uncle, when will you arrive?"
"Not far, just ahead."
"Front ... Hey, live in a building, I saw it in the building for the first time."
Xu Fei, who was wrapped like a dumpling, looked up, and a new building stood not far away, with the white frost under the white spurting sun.
It was cold today, and everyone was breathing in one step. They easily entered the building, and Shan Tianfang snapped.
The door opened, revealing an old gentleman with gray hair. His eyes were large and his voice was clear, which was completely incompatible with his age. "Come in and come in quickly, is it cold outside?"
"This day is pretty evil, it is estimated to snow."
Shan Tianfang took off her hat and scarf and changed her slippers. Then she just called out, "Uncle Master, are you okay?"
"Okay, what's wrong."
"Uncle Shi, Xiaowen comes to see you."
Xu Xiaowen also shouted, and then introduced: "This is my kid, come, call someone!"
Uh……
Xu Fei is very tangled, Mom, both of you are uncles, so what should I call? As soon as he hesitated, the other party opened his mouth and smiled, "Did you go to the teacher?"
"not yet."
"Oh, it doesn't count in the door without apprenticeship, we have different opinions."
"..."
Xu Fei glanced at Xu Xiaowen. He really wanted to shout Teacher Yuan, and his father could kill his relatives on the spot. Counting birds, he also respectfully saluted, "Have seen Uncle!"
This is none other than Yuan Kuocheng, the storyteller.
In the old society, the so-called rivers and lakes were not red gangs or gangs, or the Liyuan brothel, but those who counted on each other, practiced medicine and sold drugs, acrobatics and tricks, comic dialogues, and storytelling.
These are the real rivers and lakes, each with its own particularity and different generations.
To really count, Shan Tianfang is actually the Xihe Drum Gate, Liu Lanfang is the Northeast Drum Gate, and Mr. Yuan is the storytelling gate for Zhenger's Eight Classics.
He hasn't been to Beijing yet. He has lived in Wugou camp for a long time. Shan Tianfang led a group performance. As for carrying Xu Fei, it was pure selfishness and wanted to let seniors know.
The house is more than fifty square meters, with good heating, complete furnishings, and a black and white TV. One bedroom door was open, the other was closed tightly.
Shan Tianfang held a drooping gift on the coffee table. Four kinds of snacks, a few tea leaves, two bottles of fine wine were wrapped in horse dung paper, and a paper string was hung on it.
He glanced at the closed door and asked, "How is my aunt?"
"It's the same, I just saw him at this moment, and I haven't seen you."
Mr. Yuan ’s wife was ill in bed, and he took the feces for a few decades. The two said a few words, and the topic turned to Xu Fei again, "Boy, how old is this year?"
"Eighteen."
"Eighteen is still not a teacher, is he not interested in storytelling?"
"I realized there was no talent ... I reported to the crew of Hong Lou Meng and wanted to try filming."
"Oh, okay."
Mr. Yuan nodded, "Everyone has their own ambitions, each has their own strengths, Xiaowen, don't force yourself too much."
"Yes." Xu Xiaowen should be in harmony.
He was similar to the elders who met for the first time. He asked a few words about study and life, and he skipped it. The main Shan Tianfang accompanied him to chat, and Xu Xiaowen interjected from time to time.
The sage sat for a long time, then got up and said goodbye.
On the way back, Xu Fei couldn't help but ask, "Does Uncle have no children? How can the old couple live by themselves?"
"Your uncle has five daughters and one son. His son became ill when he was in sports, and he died long ago. His wife was also the root cause of the disease at that time. Now the children are older, they are outside and do not let them in. Follow me. "
Shan Tianfang was quite emotional and sighed: "I really want to talk about it, Uncle Shi is the decisive master, short robes with new books and old books, what to say. The two years ago, I recorded" The Romance of the Three Kingdoms "on the Central Broadcasting Station. Ban Po was so full of pride, he said that Mai Cheng was full of regret, but later he was not in a mood to say it, and the recording was postponed. At that time, General Wang personally encouraged it, and then he finished the whole recording.
Alas, Uncle Shi has too much suffering and too much distraction, otherwise the achievements will not stop there. Boy, do n’t underestimate others when you see them in the future ... "
I'm not underestimated!
Xu Feixin said, "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" I like to listen to it. I also know that this low-key, few works, and then simply retired.
And he also knows that the old gentleman not only said well, but also had a very dry granddaughter.
How old am I?
…………
When it was dark, it really snowed.
The street lights at the door of the club were picking up, and a few dim halos seemed to block the cold. The first floor was brightly lit, and the curtain of the movie theater went up, which was a huge stage, with nearly a thousand seats full of boarding.
I wonder if the heating was too good or too many people, Xu Fei felt a trace of heat.
He had pulled off the jacket for a long time, and then took off his sweater after a while. Now he was only wearing a shirt and pulled himself halfway into the side curtain. He looked at it again.
Buzz!
There was still some cover voice before, and the moment became clear. The singing on the stage was accompanied by the applause under the stage, and they washed their ear drums together.
"Good! Good singing!"
"Okay!"
When the two opera actors ended their bows, it turned upside down. People who lack the nourishment of entertainment culture for a long time are directly venting their emotions.
In fact, from the first show, it has not been cold.
There are more than a dozen people in the team, each with a division of labor. First, there is an Allegro hot field. Then they sing the Xihe Drum and talk about crosstalk, local drama.
This has passed eight or nine programs, and the last big axe is naturally Shan Tianfang.
"Xu Fei! Xu Fei!"
"What's the matter, move the table!"
Xu Xiaowen shouted in a row, Xu Fei was busy carrying a table on the stage, and then fled. When the workers looked at it, they gradually became quiet, and saw a little man walk out of the side curtain and stand behind the table.
One person, one wood, one table, one folding fan, one hand towel, is a big show. Shan Tianfang looked at the audience, the lights shook the face, heaved up and down, dizzy.
He stabilized his mind and woke up, "Slap!"
"What we said in this book is that Chibi Baokang Wang Tieyan Shou sent someone to Tang Wang Li Shimin to stipulate that he would duel in front of Daguangming Temple in Jiudingshan on the first day of August and win or lose in five games.
Li Shimin led Cheng Biaojin, Pei Yuanqing, Hou Junji, Qin Huaiyu, Luo Tong, Shan Tianchang and other Jiudingshan to attend the meeting, and Xu Maogong and Wei Chigong led the soldiers to meet outside ... "
The storytelling of the storytelling gate, which is called Shuliangzi, is passed down from generation to generation. The same book may have different beams and different contents.
Like this five-game gambling win or lose, it is Shan Tianfang's uniqueness, no one else will.
It's amazing to say, like singing, cross talk, etc., the performance is full of head and tail, it is a complete program. But there are dozens or hundreds of stories in the storytelling, and only one of them can be selected.
But even so, the people love to listen.
"..."
Xu Fei looked out again, and saw nearly a thousand people silent. The aisles on both sides and the middle were also full of people. At the end, there was a row in the back, and he heard a person talking above.
"Qin Huaiyu shot three rings to win the second round. But when it came to the third round, Liang Liang jumped out of a big monk, holding a human head, and no one else. It was the Bihaidan Buddha who brought Tang Jun into Shayanling!"
Shan Tianfang talked about it for 20 minutes, and then shot awake, and listened to the next decomposition before spitting out.
"One more time! One more time!"
"Go on, don't go, don't go!"
"Go on, let's do another one!"
Someone on the left side stood up first, followed on the right side, and followed Wu Wuyao, who were all heads, and shouted "One more time! One more time!"
At first glance, Shan Tianfang was out of control and quickly pressed his hands down to make up for the third time.
As a result, ten minutes passed, and finally uttered the phrase "decompose next time", and he refused to let go. He guessed the time, he could not walk, he would get Minger morning again.
Xu Fei pushed the host on the side stage, "Control the scene, we have to withdraw!"
The host was also inexperienced, running up and down, stumbling and starting to finish. Shan Tianfang took the opportunity to return to the background, and the group quickly dressed and packed up their props.
It was easy to get on the bus, did not drive a few steps, and creaked and stopped.
"What's wrong with this?" Shan Tianfang asked.
"People are blocked, don't let go!" The driver patted the steering wheel and was also full of blood.
Good guy!
Xu Fei glanced at the glass, some people had left the field and returned home, but some people were crowded around the bus, and a buddy was lying on the front of the car and shouted: "You only talked about three times, there are two times. ! "
"Let's go after the two talks!"
"Yes, let's go after we have finished speaking, we will listen here."
"We are listening here!"
The workers shrank their hands, their clothes and heads were covered with snow flakes, and their hot breaths were mixed with the cold. Under the dim street lights, their eyes were shining and sincerely eager.
Shan Tianfang got a sore nose and came out to hug her fist and said in a dumb voice: "Everyone, I don't have a ditch camp either. We are all fellows. It is a fate and a blessing to meet you today. When we are gone, we still have to catch the train tomorrow, we have to go back to rest early. I will come again in the future, I will come again, I will come again ... "
The staff of the club also came out to persuade that for a long time, all the talents let go and gave way. Several of them shared the same route, followed their bicycle rides, and kept waving their hands with the bell.
The heavy snow flew, and the bus bumped forward, slowly leaving the factory area.
The light outside slowly dimmed, and a dozen people turned into shadows, shaking gently with the bumps. The cold wind passed through the gaps on all sides and wandered around the car again.
No one felt cold, only the hot air was burning in his heart, Xu Fei looked at the two headlights shining forward. On the road ahead, the tide rolled and the snow melted.