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Jiang Ye and Yu Feiwan made an appointment to meet directly at [Liyun Club].

At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Jiang Ye took a taxi to the overpass and walked to the old street full of national art.

He saw Yu Feiwan holding a small parasol and waiting for him at the door of the cross talk studio.

There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent.

Time seems to slow down.

The mottled summer light and shadow cast on the ancient brick wall behind her, the entire scene blurred, and the shutter in Jiang Ye's mind clicked.

After developing the film, an old photo with a sense of age was imprinted in his heart.

"How long have you been waiting?" Jiang Ye walked forward.

When Yu Feiwan heard this, he turned around, raised his parasol, and smiled at Jiang Ye: "Just got here."

Today the crosstalk studio is not open to the public, only a dozen of our own people are present.

From the time [Liyun Club] actually opened, except for the first two weeks, business went from bad to worse.

Yu Feiwan's uncle Zhang Wenzhong was so worried that he couldn't sleep. Even his partner Wu Pengfei, the fat man who danced with the elephant, lost his appetite and was gradually losing weight.

A group of people sighed, saying that the art of cross talk has declined.

Yu Feiwan saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and became even more curious about what Jiang Ye said before.

The two of them walked side by side and heard a few smooth words in the shade of the yard, blowing big pears.

"Okay, Jie Tian'er is pretty cool."

"It's good to have something to eat."

"Come and have a dish of edamame. Let's put it on the table."

"I'll watch the master perform with a little star later, do you mind playing cymbals?"

"It's really refreshing to hear him speak nonsense and have an idol teach people how to talk cross talk."

"Don't treat people like they're worthless. They were specially invited by Junior Sister to give us guidance."

"You want to give me some advice? We guys have been doing cross talk in elementary school for many years. It's his turn to give me some advice..."

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Yu Feiwan spoke up immediately, and several people turned their heads and waved cheerfully: "You are here!"

Jiang Ye also smiled and said hello. This is what local musicians in Beijing and Tianjin do. They don't have to fight with others just to save face.

Entering the backstage of the small theater on the first floor, Zhang Wenzhong and Wu Pengfei were sitting on chairs, relatively speechless.

I was so bored that I could only feel better after drinking some tea.

Zhang Wenzhong was born in Jincheng. He had good talent since he was a child. He learned storytelling, practiced drums, and sang Peking Opera. He was from the same school as Yu Feiwan's mother, Yan Qing.

When he was young, he traveled around with the opera troupe, and also worked as an opera actor for several years. Later, he studied cross talk with a teacher.

The master is Mr. Hou Baohua, a cross talk master of the Bao generation, and his junior brother Hou Wenzhao is his youngest son.

Wu Pengfei is different. Zhang Wenzhong and Hou Wenzhao are not brothers. He is the only son of another cross talk veteran, Wu Baoshun.

The crosstalk industry is so big, and the old gentlemen mostly refer to each other as brothers, so in Zhang Wenzhong's generation, everyone is also called senior brother and junior brother.

The three of them rented this old house together and opened Liyun Society with a group of apprentices, hoping that the cross talk industry would be passed down and the audience would return to the theater.

Unfortunately, the wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Only now have the three of them truly understood how difficult it was for the old gentlemen back then.

In the past, old gentlemen used to perform on the streets. With just one mouth, they had to make passers-by who were listening to the cross talk willingly pay. How difficult it was!

But despite the difficult conditions, didn't the old gentlemen persevere? Not only did they make money to support their families through their crafts, but they also passed down the cross talk craft.

However, when it was their turn, the younger generations really didn't live up to expectations.

Watching the cross talk decline day by day, there is nothing to do but sigh. This is the most despairing part.

A few days ago, Zhang Wenzhong received a call from Yu Feiwan, suddenly saying that he had invited an "expert" to come over and teach everyone how to do cross talk.

This made Zhang Wenzhong look confused.

If it weren't for the fact that Yu Feiwan was the biological daughter of his senior sister Yan Qing, he would have felt that she was playing tricks on him since he was a child.

However, if [Liyunshe] is wasting like this, it will be a dead end anyway. It is simply a dead horse and a living horse doctor. Let's take a look at the background of this "expert".

Zhang Wenzhong and his partner Wu Pengfei discussed it and the matter was decided.

Jiang Ye and Yu Feiwan came over at the agreed time, introduced each other, and exchanged greetings for a while before going straight to the topic.

No matter how wonderful the theory is, it is not as intuitive as practicing it in practice.

Jiang Ye knew that he was not qualified to teach cross talk. But after all, the glory of Deyun Society in the previous life was there. If he could perform a show and enlighten the people of [Liyun Society], he might be able to break the situation of Yu Feiwan, the master's uncle.

Wu Pengfei held up his belly, raised tea with a kind look and drank slowly: "You two should deal with the baggage first?"

In this scene of Jiang Ye's teasing and Zhang Wenzhong's admiration, whoever is in charge must follow his own rhythm.

Jiang Ye gave Zhang Wenzhong the burden of picking out the key points: "Just follow my instructions, no problem." He knew what was going on.

Although cross talk is divided into three parts of funny and seven parts of praise, whether the baggage can make a sound or not depends on the skill of doing the work; as long as the baggage is buried well, the praise will be brought to an extraordinary level.

"Don't panic when you get on stage, Xiao Jiang, Uncle Zhong will guide you." Zhang Wenzhong stood up and took off his glasses.

Jiang Ye also took off his watch: "Okay, I'll try not to embarrass you." After all, he had the experience of performing at the Deyun Theater in his previous life, so he could hold his own.

Yu Feiwan picked a dark blue long coat from the wardrobe rack based on his height.

Jiang Ye started to button the clothes from the bottom, taking every step in an orderly manner. When it was finished, Yu Feiwan helped him straighten the corners.

Zhang Wenzhong nodded and said: "Wait a moment, will you come to announce the curtain later?"

Yu Feiwan smiled and said hello.

The more traditional a craftsman is, the more he pays attention to the rules. Even if Jiang Ye comes to "give guidance", even if there is only one performance today, Zhang Wenzhong will arrange the performance strictly according to the rules, and no part of the performance should be omitted.

Wearing a long coat, Jiang Ye looked calm on the outside, but couldn't help but feel excited inside.

He didn't expect that he could get addicted to cross talk here, so he couldn't help but be eager to try it.

When the lights were turned on and the curtain was drawn, Zhang Wenzhong, who was cheering, went out first, followed by Jiang Ye, who walked in all directions.

The noble young master of Daliang is full of energy.

Although he has become more handsome after time travel, and crosstalk is not an advantage, Jiang Ye's attitude is particularly bright.

Zhang Wenzhong secretly admired, this guy dared to go on stage, regardless of whether his work was good or not, his momentum was half the success.

As expected, Yu Feiwan went on stage to announce: "Now please enjoy the cross talk "I Am a Literary Man", performed by Jiang Ye and Zhang Wenzhong."

The two stood in front of the microphone and after completing the simple adjustment, Jiang Ye took the opportunity to scan around the audience.

Except for Yu Feiwan, whose expression was serious and expectant, everyone else looked more or less disdainful.

It's like watching a layman fooling an insider. If he doesn't speak well, he'll be kicked off the stage by you.

Jiang Ye was not troubled by this point of battle. He was so angry that he said hello with a smile.

When you get on stage, you must first introduce yourself: "Everyone, good afternoon! My name is Jiang Ye, and I am a primary school student in the cross talk world."

"Hey, a rising star." Zhang Wenzhong continued with familiarity.

Jiang Ye stretched out his hand towards Zhang Wenzhong, trying to fool him: "This is...it doesn't matter, right..."

"Hey, wait a moment." Zhang Wenzhong was anxious and stopped him immediately, "Why does it matter when you get to my place?"

This kind of baggage is not uncommon in traditional cross talk, and Zhang Wenzhong took it properly.

He shook off a baggage when he came up, and Yu Feiwan was amused by his cowardly and pretentious manner.

It's just that for Wu Pengfei, Hou Wenzhao, and a group of disciples, this little trick is laughable.

Several people below were already whispering and discussing softly.

"That's it? You have the nerve to give us some advice on how to talk about cross talk?"

"What do you mean? Brother, didn't you agree to teach me some new things? Why is it still the same job?"

This group of people were obviously very unconvinced by Jiang Ye's opening.

"Junior sister, this guy must have been fooled, otherwise he must be a pretty boy." A certain butt-faced senior brother muttered in amusement.

Hou Wenzhao, who was in the front row, got angry after hearing this. He turned his head and glared at them, and was instantly frightened into silence by these guys.

Master Hou is no joke. He is a treasure in the cross talk world. When everyone in the circle sees him, they have to call him Master Hou.

This is not only because he is the youngest son of his master Hou Baohua, but also because he has been apprenticed to several old cross talk masters at the same time and has practiced cross talk for more than thirty years.

Not only are the basic skills extremely solid, but also the academic requirements are extremely strict.

Master Hou has been working hard to promote cross talk for many years and will never allow anyone to be disrespectful to cross talk.

In front of Master Zhang Wenzhong, they all dared to make a few jokes, but in front of Master Hou, this group of people were as honest as a mouse meeting a cat.

There is nothing I can do. Why don't you learn the basic skills well? Every time you see this uncle, you will inevitably feel guilty.

Uncle Master glared angrily, and naturally they did not dare to say anything anymore, but when they looked at Jiang Ye on the stage, there was still contempt in his eyes.

However, all the contempt only lasted for a few dozen seconds before they were severely slapped in the face by their own uncontrollable laughter.