He had to accept the gifts quickly, or else the audience would be anxious.
After all, other than this little girl, there were also some old spectators who had rushed over from Huguang.
After he was done, he placed the things on the table. Li Mubai waved his hand, indicating that it was about to start.
Zhang Yunlei watched carefully from behind. When this martial uncle stood up, he puffed out his chest and raised his head. A sense of handsomeness assaulted her face. Zhang Yunlei was also doing the same backstage. However, she had steel nails on her body, so some of her movements were really difficult to control.
"Senior Brother, you're already such a big shot, yet you're still learning from me."”
Zhang Yunlei glanced at him and didn't say anything.
After a few simple words on stage, he went straight to the main topic. After all, miscellaneous singing was actually an accumulation of skills. It was to show the local tunes, local tunes, and some more fashionable things.
In fact, it was a work that tested one's foundation. Although the form of this work seemed a little scattered, this work was the easiest to praise.
As the old saying goes, one willow has three flames. If you have a good willow and a good singing voice, you will easily become popular, just like Master Hou back then.
He was a Peking opera student, but because his voice wasn't high enough, he started performing crosstalk. However, he had a good foundation in Beijing opera, so this Liu Huo was a masterpiece.
On the stage, Li Mubai also demonstrated the word 'handsome'. He demonstrated the Beijing rhythm drum, the Bai faction, the Shao Bai faction, the Henan pendant, and the Hebei opera.
He even performed the more difficult parts of the opera. Zhang Yunlei stared at him intently. As long as Li Mubai opened his mouth, his figure would be very good. After all, local opera did not just look at the voice. Some of your figure had to be grasped in place.
Zhang Yunlei shook her head repeatedly. Her current figure was still far from enough. Little Meng and the dog food were stunned. This skill was too strong.
"Brother Meng, how many years has Little Uncle-Master been learning? I'm also from Deyun Training Club. Why do I feel like I'm not even a drop in the ocean compared to them?”
Meng Hetang pursed his lips." Let's not talk about you. I'm afraid that in our De Yun Club, other than Master, no one can compare to Youngest Uncle."”
Zhang Yunlei smiled lightly." Master can't compare to Youngest Uncle. Master used to sing Hebei Bangzi, but he couldn't change many habits. Some of the songs were sung in Hebei Bangzi's accent. Outsiders couldn't tell, but experts could. Whether it's like it or not, it's 30% true. Youngest Uncle sings better than our master.”
Little Meng and Dog Food's faces were tense, and their eyes revealed excitement. It seemed that he had made the right choice to come today. This Little Uncle-Master was very capable. After he left, he had to have a good chat.
Zhang Yunlei was also learning. In between each section, Li Mubai had to throw out a few burdens. This burden wasn't too big. After all, the entire piece was mainly about learning to sing. If you added a big burden in the middle, it would ruin the rhythm.
The baggage had to be foreshadowed. This would waste time and not be a miscellaneous song.
However, this little joke could also make people laugh. Sometimes, listening to crosstalk did not mean that they had to laugh out loud.
It turned out that Ma Sanli's ten o'clock start and Young Master Ma's announcement of the dishes weren't too funny, but they could be heard over and over again. No matter how many times you heard it, you wouldn't feel bored.
This was the art of language.
On the stage, Li Mubai was grabbing the bag again. He pointed at Yang Jiulang beside him.
"You're just like this little fatty beside me. He can't sing Pingju.”
"Why can't I sing a Pingju?”
"Don't you have eyes?"
"Who said I don't have eyes? It was a little small, but it did not mean that there were none.”
"Small things are equivalent to nothing.”
The little girls below began to laugh at him.
"I can see, not blind.”Yang Jiulang was anxious.
"Jiulang, let's not fight. In that drama, it was all about the flowers and the moon, the talented scholars and the beautiful women. They all had to wink at each other.”
Yang Jiulang started to wink at Li Mubai, but no matter how hard he stared, his eyes were not half as big as Li Mubai's.
Li Mubai reached out and turned Yang Jiulang's face towards the audience.""Did you see that? This was the precursor to Alzheimer's. If you stare at it the most, people will think that you are sleeping.”
There was another burst of laughter, and Yang Jiulang wilted.
Next, Li Mubai began to display his judging skills, especially between his eyebrows, including the elegance of his movements.
The young lady wearing a mask sat in the first row. She held her chin in her hands. Her eyes did not move at all. She did not dare to blink, afraid that she would miss a moment of Li Mubai.
In the end, Li Mubai had to end it. After all, every crosstalk had to have a foundation. The bottom line might not be a joke, but it could also be a talent show.
Generally, the foundation of miscellaneous singing was Beijing opera. After all, it was the quintessence of Chinese culture.
Li Mubai also placed his focus on Beijing opera. The highest singing part in Beijing opera was the song " Fighting the Tiger Up the Mountain " from the movie " Forest of Snowy Plains ".
When the three people backstage heard that it was 'Hit the Tiger Up the Mountain', their expressions changed.
"Aiyo, it's like hunting a tiger up the mountain. This part is not easy to sing. The tune was too high, and only Master could sing it.”
Zhang Yunlei smiled." Master's song 'Fight the Tiger Up the Mountain' was also sung in the tune of a Chinese opera.”
Little Meng elbowed him."Dog food, didn't you sing 'Fight the Tiger Up the Mountain'?”
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