Rebirth: I Want to Surf

the next day.

Yao Yuan felt very comfortable when he got up from the wooden bed in the small hotel.

He has a bad waist, so he must sleep on a hard bed. Although he is young and healthy now, he can do somersaults with his waist and horse together, but he must pay attention to his health sooner or later.

After breakfast, I wandered to the place that the old uncle said, a small square.

Pulling the banner, it seems that it is a holiday performance organized by the local cultural center, the cheapest stage, the kind that makes a loud bang when you step on it, the audio equipment is OK, the old uncle and Sun Jianjun are guarding underneath.

Yao Yuan went over to say hello, touched his eyes a few times, and asked, "Who is there today?"

"They're all from the local art troupe in Tong County, and they even invited two people who talk about cross talk, from the city's folk art troupe."

"The City Music Troupe is here?"

"It's good to have a performance in a place. Do you think it's as prosperous as it was in the 1980s? Now everyone is gone. If it weren't for the policy, it would have been obscene."

Sun Jianjun was conscientious, no matter how big the performance was, he had to watch until the end, and yawned, "Now who, ha...who still listens to cross talk?"

Yao Yuan bought a bottle of drink and waited with them. The old uncle had already smoked Zhongnanhai, and he hesitated to speak, but he never asked.

He knew what his eldest nephew wanted to do, but he just didn't understand, so he didn't ask if he didn't understand.

The stage is cheap, but the facilities are quite complete. There is a large backboard, surrounded by red cloth on both sides, which can be used as the background or the backstage. The waiting actors are waiting behind the board.

After a while, the sound of gongs and drums and firecrackers sounded, gathered twenty or thirty idlers, and the performance began. Colorful costumes, bright red faces, and a unique style of music combining folk customs and the West, it really is a township-level literary and art group.

After performing a few shows, the host announced in substandard Mandarin: "Welcome to Guo Degang and Yu Qian, two cross talk actors from the Municipal Quyi Troupe, to bring us "Bai Shi Hui"!"

"Wow!"

Almost no one applauded.

I saw two people turning out from the backstage, wearing coats, one with parted hair, a little black fat guy, and the other soft and rich, little white fat guy.

The two stood on the stage, and Balabala began to talk.

"..."

Yao Yuan listened to it for a few minutes, then shook his head secretly, this son is not ready yet, let's become famous two years later!

After all, he flicked his sleeves and went down the mountain.

HE...TUI!

It is said that at this stage in 2001, Deyun Society was also called the Beijing Crosstalk Conference, and there was a prototype of the team, Zhang Wenshun, Li Jing, and Xing Wenzhao were all there. He Yunwei was also there, but he did not formally become a teacher. Guo Degang invited Fan Zhenyu out of the mountain, mainly to partner with him.

Fan Zhenyu used to work with Gao Yingpei, they talked about "Fishing", two his mother, three sugar cakes...

At the same time, Guo Degang was spotted by the Beijing Opera Troupe again, and he was seconded to him. In fact, he was just a temporary worker. He used the settlement of the household registration of the couple as a bait to trick him into performing in the countryside.

Said that cross talk requires a partner, Quyi Troupe called back Yu Qian who had been idle for ten years, you two can play together.

Ever since, the two began their careers in the countryside, mainly for the people outside the Sixth Ring Road. The conditions in the countryside are poor, and sometimes there is no stage, and two tractors fighting together can be regarded as a stage.

They acted together for 2 years, known as the king of suburban counties, and the relationship was thus formed.

This time, as soon as the "Bai Shi Hui" was finished, the applause was a little more sincere. The two of them wiped themselves backstage, wiped off their sweat, drank saliva, and couldn't leave yet because there were two performances in the afternoon and evening.

They came by the group bus and had to go back with the car, and their pay for this day was about seventy or eighty yuan.

The two brothers were chatting, when they suddenly saw two people coming in, one knew Sun Jianjun, who set up the stage, and the other was fair and handsome, like a college student.

"Hi, you two!"

Sun Jianjun cupped his hands, and the two quickly stood up and also cupped their hands: "Hey, it's hard work today."

"You are the ones who have worked so hard. This kind of condition can produce this kind of effect, and you are all capable people."

Sun Jianjun said politely, and then pointed to Yao Yuan: "This is my nephew, a college student. I like the cross talk between you two. I want to come over and have a chat."

"It's easy to say!"

Sun Jianjun flashed away after building the bridge, Yao Yuan took a chair and sat down, and said with a smile: "I'm taking the liberty, but I really think what you two said is good, I didn't listen to it just now."

Yu Qian is 32 this year, and Guo Degang is 28, so he hurriedly said, "You are welcome, your coming to join us is the greatest encouragement to us."

"Good is good, don't be modest, where do you usually perform? I can also go and see."

"Usually in the Tea Garden Theater, there is no fixed location, such as Zhonghe Theater and Guangde Building."

"Oh, the one in Dashilar?"

"That's right! Do you usually like to listen to cross talk?"

"Listen, it's a pity that the current cross talk is not good, especially the one on TV."

"How to say?"

"In the 1990s, when the atmosphere was developed and critics were allowed, cross talks and sketches were good, and each one was better than the other. Now that criticism is not allowed, it starts to be routine, like stereotyped essays."

"You can't say that, TV still has a promotional effect."

"It has a promotional effect, but now the effect is small, and it even has a counterproductive effect. All of them are tied up, but those famous artists only eat a bowl of rice, and they have to maintain this set of stereotyped essays, and the cross talk is useless!

In my opinion, when you can't find your way ahead, you might as well go back to the original point to have a look. Cross talk can't find its way now, so why not go back to the Tea Garden Theater, that's where it started. "

Ouch!

These words touched Lao Guo's heart.

He went to the capital three times, and at first he also wanted to get involved in the mainstream cross talk world, but he didn't even want to be a dog for others, and only ran to the teahouse theater when he was forced. Do you think he is willing to suffer this crime?

Of course, let’s talk about it later when I became famous, that is, "I launched a campaign to call for cross talk to return to the theater..."

Moreover, the dragon slayer eventually became an evil dragon, and Lao Guo finally became the kind of person he criticized at the beginning, and Deyun Club has a tendency to become a fan circle.

Speaking of this meeting, Yao Yuanbalabala's success made the other party forget his age and identity. After chatting for a long time, he got into the topic: "Actually, there is one more thing. My classmates and I are going to build a small website..."

"Website? Oh internet, high tech!"

"..."

Yao Yuan rolled his eyes, what high technology does the website have!

Continued: "I mainly introduce the places to eat, drink and have fun in the capital. Just now I heard that your cross talk is good, so I want to promote it on the Internet so that more and more people will know."

"Oh, do you want advertising fees?"

Lao Guo cares about money.

"No, no, just tell me the performance information."

"But we don't have a fixed place."

"It's okay, just use the name of the cross talk conference. Besides, if it's convenient for you, give me a few free tickets every month, and I'll help you gain some popularity."

"this……"

Lao Guo pondered, it doesn’t matter if it’s posted online, but the free tickets can’t be decided by itself, after all, the ticket money is earned by everyone.

Yao Yuan was more direct, and said: "I'm not going to say something nice. If your venue is full, I want to give you a ticket to show your face, but if you don't have ten people in each show, use the free ticket to gain some popularity. Let's listen to it." I think it’s good, I might come back next time.”

"This is called propaganda." Yu Qian held a cigarette between his hands.

"how much do you need?"

"Not many, three or four cards per game."

"I have to go back and discuss it."

"Okay, let's leave a contact information."

Lao Guo didn't have a mobile phone, so he left a pager number. When he asked where he would live in Daxing, he rented a yard. His girlfriend Wang Hui had just eloped here, saying that he lost money for cross talk and relied on doing odd jobs for a living.

Tut tut!

Yao Yuan waved his sleeves this time, the fire has not yet come, let's become famous two years later!

(besides……)