Zhang Ran sighed faintly, picked up an incense stick, and respectfully offered it.
Some people died easily.
However, his entire life, for the sake of the spirit of crosstalk, would last forever.
It was easy to enter the crosstalk industry.
He had to endure the pressure to enter, even if he had to starve to death. He had to give his life to crosstalk.
This was a spirit that would be passed down forever.
Third Master Hou, Zhang Wenhai, I miss you both.
De Yun Xuan's chief instructor, the fat old artist Gao Feng, saw Zhang Ran's reaction and felt gratified.
"He's up, he's up, he's up! Xiao Si, both of you prepare the sesame seed cakes.”
Hou Zhen, the eldest son and grandson of Master Hou, was jokingly called by Guo Defu as " the only intangible cultural heritage left by Third Master Hou to De Yun Xuan." He was usually an announcer and a driver at De Yun Xuan. He had also performed a few crosstalk scenes that were similar to car accidents. The only characteristic of this gentleman was that he was widely praised.
Zhang Ran's master, Hou San Ye, was Hou Zhen's third uncle.
When Hou Zhen saw Zhang Ran, he smiled. After all, he was a member of the Hou family, so he felt a little closer to him.
Zhang Ran stood behind the curtain and looked at the audience. He smiled and said,"Business is good today."
Hou Zhen let out a long sigh, his brows were in high spirits."It would have to be Teacher Victoria and Teacher Yu who came to hold a small theater special and spread the word that there would be so many people! Let me tell you, there aren't so many people usually. Even if Little Yueyue has the bottom, it's already not bad if 60% of the seats are filled. It was not easy to do business now.”
The last scene was the key to attracting the audience to continue watching.
Zhang Ran could not help but feel a headache when he heard Hou Zhen's exultation.
In the small theater to warm up the audience, the first part of the crosstalk was usually done by the pancake. After all, his style was there, and he could blow up the venue!
Soon, Cao Heyang went on stage and began a traditional crosstalk.
Lotus Flower Spitting from the Mouth. This crosstalk was a typical joke, boasting that he could spit out a lotus flower made of water and chanting a curse. The supporting man had to listen to the joke's command and continuously hit his head with a fan. In the end, after the joke took advantage of him, he sprayed water on the supporting man's face and turned around to leave, leaving the supporting man dumbfounded.
Zhang Ran was sitting backstage happily, drinking tea.
Little Yueyue picked up the phone and suddenly panicked.""Oh my god, Brother Luan called. Master and Uncle Yu are stuck in traffic. There's a traffic jam on Fifth Ring Road again. I don't know when they'll be able to come over!”
This was originally a special performance of Guo Defu and Yu Qian's small theater. For a special crosstalk, the main character had to perform three segments. Normally, it would be Shaobing coming down, Guo Yu on top, then Little Yueyue and Sun Yue on top, then Guo Yu on top, and finally Gao Feng and Luan Yunping on top, and then Guo Yuzuan on the bottom!
Now that the main character was missing, not only was there a vacancy for three crosstalk segments! The entire rhythm was disrupted!
The problem was backstage. Little Yue Yue and Sun Yue had to perform the third verse. Gao Feng had lost his sidekick, Luan Yunping, so it was not easy for him to perform. If he only had to sing allegro, Gao Feng would not be able to fill up the time even if he sang to death!
"Aiya, what should we do? Everyone outside is coming for Master and Uncle Yu! How was he going to explain this! Why is it stuck at the fifth ring!"
Little Yueyue looked unhappy. He raised the fifth ring and started singing,"Ah…ah…ah…five rings, you have one more ring than four!”
Zhang Ran saw how messy the backstage of De Yun Xuan was. He took a sip of tea and read the newspaper."Don't worry, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
Only then did Gao Feng realize that they were all panicking. Zhang Ran was actually drinking tea leisurely at the side.
"Hey, Zhang Yunran, you brat, don't hide anymore. The second segment will be up to you!“
Gao Feng looked at Zhang Yunran and said directly.
Zhang Ran touched his nose and said,"What does it have to do with me? Do you want to pay?"”
"Saving the situation is like putting out a fire!" Gao Feng said righteously," If I play allegro for an hour, I'll go crazy!”
"Oh my god, Little Uncle-Master, if you don't go on stage and say something, you'll be screwed today! Half of the people outside are here for my master and my uncle! If this is a mess, we won't be able to suppress the situation!"
Little Yueyue looked at Zhang Ran pleadingly with his watery eyes!
Zhang Ran slammed the newspaper shut and stood up."Do I get paid to go on stage?"
Gao Feng was dumbfounded. I'll treat you to a meal, okay?!"
"I was waiting for you to say that!" Zhang Ran stood up and stretched.
Gao Feng and Little Yueyue were dumbfounded.”
Zhang Ran didn't panic. He walked behind the scenes and informed Hou Zhen that there was no need to announce the scene.
Doing crosstalk on the spot was not a problem for Zhang Ran at all.
There were countless lines before transmigration, but after transmigration, his basic skills were perfect. That was enough.
After Cao Heyang was splashed with water by the pancake, he got off the stage and realized that the person waiting was not Guo Yu, but Youngest Uncle Zhang Ran. They were all confused. What was going on?
Zhang Ran took a deep breath.
Let's go, Deyun Pavilion's first show!
The audience was still immersed in the joyful atmosphere of Cao Heyang being sprayed with water by the pancake when they saw a figure that had never appeared on this stage before walk onto the stage.
Zhang Ran looked around at the audience in the small theater and enjoyed the atmosphere of the small theater!
The small theater was different from other stages. Anything could happen in the small theater. This was the same as throwing the ground outside. It tested a crosstalk actor's ability to adapt.
In a small theater, if it was not interesting, the audience would jeer and coax people off the stage.
Zhang Ran slowly walked to the center of the stage and adjusted the microphone at a steady pace. The more he did so, the more eye-catching it was.
Zhang Ran only opened his mouth slowly when he had attracted the attention of the audience.
"Just now, the two brothers Cao Heyang performed for you. This part of the performance is called spitting lotus flowers!”
Zhang Ran calmly picked up the fan on the table and spoke. However, his expression seemed calm on the surface, and it was comparable to Little Yueyue's despicable intent.
"Actually, I know this part too! Does anyone want to try?"
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