A few hours ago.
A brand-new program was being recorded in the studio.
This was a stand-up crosstalk program specially created for Old Guo.
It was called 'The Arrival of the Keng Prince.'
Old Guo loved to do stand-up comedy. He was good at it and very attractive.
It was just that sometimes, after saying it once or twice, he would stop talking and instead start a new book, making people want more.
Just when you forgot about the last one and started to like his new one, he opened another one.
According to incomplete statistics, there were more than a dozen sets of books that Old Guo had opened.
He was jokingly called the " King of the Pit " by the fans of stand-up comics.
And this latest crosstalk program was used to fill in Old Guo's hole.
Following the sound of the zither and the sound of gongs and drums, Old Guo, dressed in an embroidered gown, walked up the stage.
He bowed to the audience and sat down at his desk. He started with a poem.
"To persuade others with storytelling and opera, the three main roads go to the middle. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end…"
He held the awakening wood in his hand and knocked it,"The righteous path in the world is vicissitudes!"”
The audience below the stage shouted in unison,"Eh!!!”
Someone else shouted,"One more, one more!”
Old Guo laughed." We're all people with ID cards. Listening to crosstalk 100, we're booing 14,000!”
However, the audience did not give up and continued to shout,"One more, one more!"
Old Guo was also happy and said,"A horse is thin and has long hooves. A son who steals his father is not considered a thief. A blind uncle marries a blind grandmother.”
"Good!" It was just a poem, and the entire venue was filled with applause.
In the entire Chinese folk art world, only Old Guo had this kind of talent.
Some of the audience shouted,"Fan! Fan!"
Old Guo listened and said with a smile,"Have you all watched the show? You know that I got a good fan? Haha."
"I thought you were drunk!" Someone chimed in.
Old Guo waved his hand." You can't blame me for that. How can Teacher Yu's wine be real?" Do you all think that Teacher Yu can drink better than me? Actually, it wasn't. Teacher Yu was used to drinking fake wine. Once, the winery staff brought us some raw liquor. Teacher Yu smelled it and fell to the ground to sleep for a day.”
"Hahaha."
"Show us!"
Old Guo was also really happy. He opened the folding fan in his hand and said,"Everyone, please take a look."
Judging from the maintenance of the fan, Old Guo really cherished it.
In just over a month, the color of the fan ribs had already changed, which meant that Old Guo had played with them and taken care of them.
The entire fan was shiny and beautiful. It didn't look like bamboo at all. It looked like yellow jade amber.
"Open your eyes, everyone." Old Guo said proudly,"If this was a crosstalk, I definitely wouldn't bring it on stage. If it was a fight against Gen segment, I would have copied it and hit Teacher Yu twice. I wouldn't feel bad if Teacher Yu knocked me out, but what a pity for my fan!”
"In the past, this fan was not just a tool, but a very important ornament.
As the saying goes, bra five belly monk Tao collar, book mouth service sleeve media fan shoulder.
What did he mean?
It was a fan used by literati. Generally, it was not fully opened. It was only opened for a short section and then gently fanned the chest.
As for generals, they were bold and heroic. In the past, generals were all fat, so they fanned their stomachs.
The monks and Taoist priests were all wearing long robes. As they were monks, it was not easy to take off their clothes. They could only unbutton their collars and fan their collars.
The book mouth was not referring to the scholar, but the storyteller. When a storyteller was thirsty and drinking tea, it was inevitable that he would spittle wantonly. He had to fan his mouth to protect his image and the audience in the first row.
The term " runner " referred to the government runners. They all wore uniforms to work and had low salaries. They lived on a small amount of money. When they met with trouble, they would wave their sleeves. That meant that they had to use some money.
The matchmaker's shoulder slap was referring to the matchmaker. In the past, matchmakers relied on their mouth to pull matchmakers for people. They had to scare both families in order to earn money. If she slapped them like this, the old masters would be annoyed, so she did not do it much. She could only slap their shoulders. How about it? You want to increase your knowledge?"
"Rise!"
"Actually, now that everyone's living standards have improved, and we have spare money, it's good to play with these traditional things and cultivate our sentiments. A pair of shoes costs thousands, a bag costs tens of thousands, a fan costs one or two hundred, and a good handmade one costs one or two thousand. It can be used for a lifetime.”
At this point, Old Guo looked at the fan in his hand. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it."Of course, mine is a different story.”
"Eh!"
"Don't make a fuss. Let's start today's Biography of Ji Gong!”
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Old Guo Shu was right. After more than an hour, the audience still felt that it was not enough.
Even after the meeting ended, she was still reluctant to part.
Old Guo wiped his sweat with a towel handed over by his assistant as he walked forward. In the passage for the cast and crew, an old man with white hair walked toward him.
Old Guo raised his head and took two steps forward. He came before the old man and bowed."Hello, Mr. Zhou!"
"Huo, it's you!" the old man said.”
Who was this old man?
Zhou Yixian, the master of traditional Chinese painting.
His paintings were once given as a national gift to foreign guests who came to visit the nine provinces of China. His skill and reputation could be seen.
The old man loved traditional arts, so he was also overjoyed when he saw Old Guo."We haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"
"Isn't that so? You're quite good? What are you doing here today?"
"Don't mention it. The television stations are doing a special program about my father. The old man is almost 90 years old and hasn't seen a stranger for decades.”
Old Guo gasped. Zhou Yixian's father was the legendary Chinese Arts Grandmaster, Zhou Bingnan!
Before the founding of the country, he had studied under Old Man Bluestone, Master Beihong, and several other great artists.
Last year, a landscape painting by Zhou Bingnan in his later years was sold at Sotheby's for 90 million!
"How's the old man's health?"
"I won't hide it from you. It's not good." Zhou Yixian sighed. She was old, and she always seemed to have something on her mind.”
"After all, you're already so old…" Old Guo nodded.
"What's wrong? I heard you got a new fan?" Zhou Yixian smiled. The whole country is in an uproar. Why are you giving me a glance?”
Old Guo quickly handed it over.
He felt very happy in his heart.
To be honest, as long as a person had something good in his hands, he was willing and eager to show it to others.
However, the prerequisite was that this person had to understand, and it would be best if he was an expert.
Old Guo told the audience that it was at most a small science class.
When it came to Zhou Yixian, the meaning of this fan was different. It was his face.
Moreover, Old Guo was confident that this fan would definitely make him proud!
As expected, Zhou Yixian took the fan in his hand and kept nodding.
"Not bad, not bad, not bad at all."
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