"It's my turn." Yue Yunpeng laughed as he looked at the audience who were cheering
.
"Hey, tell me about it."
"Aiya, I'm so happy..."
"What?"
Wu Shaobai pushed him and asked,
"What's wrong? Why are you so happy?"”
"Baby, why did you push me?”
"…Who are you calling baby? Who's your baby? "
Look, you're still anxious. Aiyo, baby, what's wrong with you? Have you forgotten who I am?"
"Who are you?
"I, I! Take a good look at my face!"
Facing Yue Yunpeng who was pointing at his face, Wu Shaobai paused for a moment and said,
"I don't dare to look."
"Why?"
"
..."
Yue Yunpeng's face froze. Then, amidst the laughter of the audience, he straightened his body and pointed at Wu Shaobai,
"Alright, this guy here has little hair and little knowledge. I'm not like him." "Let me introduce myself…"
As he spoke, his despicable character was gradually exposed.
"
I'm…a singer."”
"Wait a moment, Teacher Yue. Hey, wait a moment."
Wu Shaobai was speechless
.”
"I'm not a plaything. Oh my baby, what's wrong with you today?”
As soon as he said this, the crowd erupted into the loudest laughter since the beginning of the match.
Wu Shaobai also paid special attention to the first row. Other than the two youngest brothers, all the family members, including Wu Shaojun, also revealed a smile.
Seeing this, Wu Shaobai heaved a sigh of relief.
Amid the laughter of the audience, he nodded.
"You're really not a good person. You're a singer. Hey, hey, baby, don't be so happy." I'll give you some pointers. That's called a singer. There's no sound, understand? "
No?"
"No."
"Are you really not going to add it? "
Aiya, aiya, alright, alright, don't randomly acknowledge your father. And you call yourself a Yanjing girl…Remember this! That form of address was not added. Your master must have taken advantage of you when he asked you to practice Mandarin, son.”
"Oh…Hmm?"
Yue Yunpeng suddenly turned his head and looked at Wu Shaobobai, who was supporting himself on the table with both hands. His face still had a dull look of speechlessness.
"What did you say?"
"I said, that's called a singer! Do you understand? A singer…No, you're just a crosstalk performer, so what? Just now, she was even massaging people's feet off the stage. Why did she become a singer on stage? Are you also doing a side business to generate income?"
The audience laughed, but Yue Yunpeng frowned, and his facial features gathered together again.
"Wu Shaobai, we just agreed that my brain is slow, so don't keep hacking. Look, the audience is laughing at you again
…" Who are you laughing at?"
Wu Shaobai was also speechless. He then waved his hand,
"That's enough, Teacher Yue
…"”
"..."
"Hahahahaha ~"
The audience laughed in unison, and Wu Shaobai seemed to have given up on resisting. He casually waved his sleeves,
"Okay, I can see it clearly. On this issue, he has fully developed this shameless spirit. I really have no other choice... How about this, Teacher Yue
..." What did you call me?"
"Uh, singer."
"That's right ~
""..."
Looking at Wu Shaobai's face, the audience below the stage also shouted,
"Singer ~"
"Good guys, you guys really don't mind being dirty."”
Hearing Wu Shaobai's words, the audience laughed again.
"Eh ~~~"
When they heard this, Wu Shaobai's mother, Yan Liyun, who had been sitting on the standard board full of female soldiers since the beginning, looked around in surprise. Then she whispered to her lover, Wu Qingzheng, beside her,
"The crosstalk nowadays…is it all like this?" You even brought along a jeer?"
Wu Qingzheng, who was wearing glasses and looked like a middle-aged scholar, shook his head.
"I'm not too sure. This is also my first time hearing such a crosstalk in a theater.”
Hearing his words, Wu Shao Bai's second uncle, Wu Qing Yuan, came over and laughed,
"Big brother, what Shao Bai said is really interesting." It's quite fresh, and there's even a commotion here. It's really different from what we thought. It was a little like when he listened to the crosstalk of the Third Master Ma on the tape recorder when he was young. "
Alright, alright, hurry up and listen to the child continue…That's a bamboo board, right? The two of them are going to sing?"
Just as the Wu family was talking, Yue Yunpeng and Wu Shaobai had already completed the middle of the stage. One played the role of a singer, and the other played the role of a fan. The two of them were ready to play the game of "Tearing Down the West Chamber".
Wu Qingyuan's wife, Wu Shaobai's second aunt, had just finished speaking when she heard the crisp sound of the bamboo board on the stage.
The three of them looked over and saw Wu Shaobai holding a board in his hand. His face was filled with excitement. After he knocked on the rhythm, suddenly, a loud voice drifted through the venue.
The tone was high.
Her throat was clean.
It was crisp and pleasant to the ears!
"Yingying, sit down and rest your chin on your hand! Some
of the old audience members thought that Guo Degang had come out…but they had to admit that this song of "Demolition of the West Chamber" was really comfortable.
The smell of an old artiste instantly came out.
Even Wu Shaobai's grandfather nodded unconsciously. He narrowed his eyes and his fingers on his knees followed the rhythm of the board, waiting for the next sentence. On the stage, Yue Yunpeng suddenly put the jade board in his hand on the table:
"Today's performance ends here. Goodbye, everyone. Thank you."”
With that, he walked off the stage.
"Hey hey hey, come back!"
Wu Shaobai chased after her amidst the laughter of the audience.
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