Ever since Guo Degang and Wang Hui brought their two children to Tianjin for the New Year, Zhang Xiaobian had come to Beijing to live with his sister and future brother-in-law.
In Zhang Xiaobian 'er's eyes, everything was so sudden.
No one had asked him if he wanted to leave Tianjin City, and no one had asked him if he wanted to learn crosstalk.
However, it seemed that all the adults had already helped him make this decision.
The nine-year-old Zhang Xiaobian sat at the entrance of the small courtyard, looking at the endless dirt road in front of him, not knowing what to say.
"Braid, what are you doing? He hadn't said a word for the entire day.”
It was still winter vacation, so Guo Huaijin didn't go anywhere today. He stayed at home with his two younger brothers.
One of the younger brothers was Guo Qilin, and the other was Zhang Xiaobian, who had sworn to him.
Dalin was doing his homework in the room, and Guo Huaijin came out to see a person standing at the door in a daze.
"Brother Jin, brother-in-law said that he wants me to learn crosstalk from him.”
"What's wrong? You don't like it?"
Zhang Xiaobian tilted his head and thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out.
"I don't know.
I used to listen to crosstalk when I went to the theater with my sister. I don't hate it.
But I prefer to sing the big drum."
Guo Huaijin had heard Wang Hui mention this matter before, and it was actually not that complicated.
Chen Yanxia and Wang Hui were both drum singers, and the Zhang family could be considered a family of folk arts.
Therefore, it was not hard to understand why Zhang Wenbo and Chen Yanxia wanted Zhang Xiaobian, who did not have good grades, to enter the industry.
It could even be said that it was somewhat logical.
As for why he let Zhang Xiaobian learn crosstalk and not the drum?
The reason was also very practical. It was because those who sang the Beijing rhyme drum were in a worse state than those who performed crosstalk.
The decline of the traditional folk arts industry was a matter of time.
This land of China had experienced the smoke of war, the hunger of the people, and the cultural shock, all of which had led to the decline of these traditional industries.
Therefore, in these declining industries, Deyun Club, which could sell tickets to earn money, naturally became Zhang Xiaobian's first choice to learn.
However, Guo Huaijin did not know that when Zhang Xiaobian first started learning crosstalk, he was actually quite confused.
"Oh, you like to sing drums. Then do you like to sing anything else?"
"I like it!"
Zhang Xiaobian's eyes lit up, and he began to list the popular songs that he liked with Guo Huaijin.
Guo Huaijin nodded.
"Do you know that crosstalk has four basic skills?”
"I know. I said I'm going to learn how to tease!"
"Yes, this 'learning' actually includes the drums and pop songs you mentioned. This is called 'learning to sing.'
You can learn to sing a drum, a pop song, or even a local opera.
Among the four subjects,'singing' was singing the lyrics of peace.
This is another kind of singing, right?
In other words, if you like to sing in the future, you can completely integrate the songs you know into the crosstalk on stage.
For example, in some of our traditional jokes, there are a lot of 'sings'.
For example, learning Pingxi, Yue opera, Xiaoqu, miscellaneous singing, and singing Taiping lyrics.
There was even a crosstalk called the Eight Great Divisions, which included many local operas.
These were all very good works.
So if you really like to sing, then crosstalk can completely satisfy you.
And it can help you learn to sing more.”
Guo Huaijin's words made Zhang Xiaobian's mouth open in surprise.
He really did not know that crosstalk had so much knowledge about singing.
Guo Huaijin saw that he was obviously moved and reminded him.
"But you have to remember, if you want to go in the direction of Liu Huo in the future, you must protect your voice.
Don't smoke, don't drink, and eat less spicy food.
The most important thing is that you must pay attention to your voice when you change your voice.”
Guo Huaijin didn't want Zhang Xiaobian to run away again.
Letting a half-grown child wander outside for six years?
Luckily, she wasn't kidnapped by child traffickers into the deep mountains and forests.
Six years was a good time to do something.
Why did you have to let a child go to a fast-food restaurant to serve people and go to the toilet at the ice-skating rink?
How difficult was it for their family to not bear to let their child eat?
At this time, Zhang Xiaobian could not understand Guo Huaijin's sincere words at all.
He didn't take the voice changing period seriously. Instead, he paid attention to another term.
"Liu Huo?"
Guo Huaijin continued to explain to him.
"Yes, this 'Liu' refers to singing, and 'work' refers to the work.
Crosstalk works that focused on learning to sing were Liu Huo's works.
Just like the few examples I gave you just now.
Works that learned to sing Beijing opera, local opera, drum, and other forms of folk art were collectively called 'Xi Liu Er'.
Those who mainly learn to sing pop songs, folk songs, and even foreign songs are called 'Geliuer'.
Of course, there was also a song called 'Open the Door Liu' er.'Generally speaking, it was the opening song.
Usually, there were several people together.
In fact, this was a form of performance that the old gentlemen had come up with in order to attract an audience when they performed on the streets or in temple festivals.
In short, there was a lot of talk about the 'singing' in crosstalk.
After you officially start practicing the basics, I can slowly explain it to you.”
At this time, Zhang Xiaobian's eyes were already shining from Guo Huaijin's words.
At this moment, his heart was filled with anticipation and curiosity, so he couldn't help but ask.
"Brother Jin, sing a few lines for me.”
"Alright, then I'll sing you a few lines of the peaceful lyrics.”
"Good!"
Guo Huaijin thought for a moment and chose a more basic song.
"Have you watched the TV series The Legend of the White Snake?”
"I have! They sang very well in that song! My mom said they used the singing style of Huangmei opera.”
Guo Huaijin nodded.
"Alright, as long as you know the story.
Then I'll give you a few lines of the lyrics of the White Snake!”
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