Big Honey, You're So Good-Looking. Come Beggar with Me Later!
"Crackle ~"
Little Yueyue subconsciously hit the allegro a few times and asked in disbelief.
"Su Meng, according to what you said…
Then this allegro is the same as the lotus fall. It's actually rap?"”
"Yes, I am!" Su Meng nodded fiercely.
"Congratulations, Little Yueyue. Other than being a crosstalk actor, you've unlocked a new identity-rapper!”
"Oh, right, many people who regard rap as a god will give themselves a stage name that is neither foreign nor foreign.”
"So little Yue Yue Yue I give you a new name-AKA Kabuda Yue!"”
"AKA Kabuda Yue?”
Little Yueyue repeated this name, completely confused.
"So, I'm a rapper too? I can rap too?"
"That's right!" Su Meng's voice was full of bewitchment.
"In the future, when you go on stage to perform crosstalk, remember to introduce yourself.”
What?
A strange scene suddenly appeared in many people's minds.
On the crosstalk stage, Little Yueyue and his partner Sun Yue walked onto the stage together.
The two people bowed and said.
"Apprentice AKA Kabuda Yue, come on stage and bow!”
"Apprentice Homie Jump, go on stage and bow!”
"Today, we'll perform a traditional rap," The Name of the Dishes "..."
F * ck!
Everyone shook their heads, not daring to think about it anymore.
Hahahaha
, AKA Kabuda Yue? What kind of baggage is this?"
"Why is Little Yueyue so honest? You were fooled just like that?"
In the teahouse, Grandpa Yu was already laughing his head off.
Guo Dagang didn't smile. Instead, he looked at Su Meng on the screen thoughtfully.
Uncle Yu laughed for a while and saw Guo Dagang's expression. He couldn't help but tease the game.
"Old Guo, this kid is helping you give your disciple a stage name. Are you angry?”
"It's not that bad. It's just a joke for the children.”
Guo Dagang waved his hand and his face became more serious.
"I'm not that petty.”
"It's just that…I don't know if it's my imagination.”
"I have a feeling that Su Meng is trying to lower the public's respect for art.”
"Oh? Lower the sense of awe?" Grandpa Yu also became serious.
"Old Guo, what did you think of? Tell us and we'll study it."
Guo Dagang closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before slowly saying.
"In these two episodes, I realized that he seemed to be deliberately pulling celebrities down from their pedestal.”
"Let more people see that celebrities are actually just ordinary people.”
"In addition, he seems to be very disgusted with putting art on a pedestal and has been trying to integrate art into the lives of ordinary people.”
"Let ordinary people realize that the so-called art should actually serve the public, not be worshipped by the public.”
Hearing his words, Grandpa Yu also fell into deep thought.
Guo Dagang let out a long sigh, his voice full of emotion.
"Back then, when I competed with mainstream crosstalk, wasn't this the same philosophy?”
"Crosstalk is just a means to feed the family. How can there be such a high-class thing?”
"This child…I seem to see my own shadow in him!”
Grandpa Yu nodded and shook his head.
"Compared to you, his methods are gentler.”
"It may seem like nonsense, but it's the spring breeze and rain that moistens things silently. Unknowingly, it has achieved its goal.”
"Just like today, who would still treat rap as something unreachable?”
Guo Dagang suddenly laughed.
"I hope this child doesn't disappoint me. We have to pay more attention to him in the future…"
At
the recording studio, Su Meng raised his hand and waved the two broken bowl slices in his hand.
"Little Yueyue, what do you think this is?”
"What? Isn't this a broken bowl?"
"Hehe, actually, they can also be allegro!”
What? Little Yueyue's eyes almost popped out.
He looked at the allegro in his hand and then at the broken bowl in Su Meng's hand, dumbfounded.
Are you deaf or am I deaf?
These two unrelated things, you said they were the same thing?
Su Meng smiled slightly. The two pieces of broken bowls were placed together, and his hands trembled.
Dang, dang, dang…The
two broken bowls began to clang. The sound was crisp and rhythmic.
This is…Little Yueyue's pupils constricted.
This was actually a tempo style of allegro?
Su Meng actually knew how to play allegro? And it was made from broken bowl pieces?
How was this possible?
Although the others didn't understand allegro, they were interested when they heard his rhythmic voice. They widened their eyes.
Su
Meng suddenly turned his head to Mr. Yang and started singing.
"Go forward, look forward, and sing a song for our Mimi!”
What? What about me?
Boss Yang was stunned.
Su Meng continued to sing.
"Let's go and sing. Mimi is really beautiful!”
"Big honey, you're so sexy. You can tell that you're a big boss at a glance!”
"You're not thin or fat. You look blessed.”
"I'm not fat nor thin, and there's no acne on my face!”
"Look at how beautiful Mimi is. She wears a dress and shows her legs.”
"Tie up the braids at the back and wear stockings on your long legs!”
What? Boss Yang's face suddenly became hot.
This little bastard, why did he include me in his song?
She instinctively covered her face and stepped back.
But who would have thought that Su Meng's words would come out of his mouth.
"Big Mimi, you look so good. Come beg with me later!”
"Follow me and beg for food. I'll take you around the country!”
What? Boss Yang couldn't take it anymore. He quickly pulled Su Meng and was about to interrupt him.
However, Su Meng's words had already arrived.
"I told you to come, so come. Let's beg for food and make a fortune!”
"Don't pull, don't pull. Do you want to date me?”
Falling in love? Fall in love with you?
Boss Yang was stunned. He stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.
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