Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Yue Yunpeng sat in the seat where Cao Yunjin sat before, while Wu Shaobai sat on the chair beside him.

　　"Do you think you're suitable for slapsticks?"

　　"..."

　　Yue Yunpeng was silent for a while, then shook his head:

　　"I...I don't know."

　　"Look, you don't even know whether you're suitable for cuddling or teasing. So your current thinking should be that you don't talk too much, and it may be easier. As long as you can keep up with your experience, even if it's not great, at least you can Fair enough, right?"

　　"……Um."

　　"But, brother."

　　Wu Shaobai asked in a slow and soft voice:

　　"What about yourself? Do you like to tease or hold? ... From the heart."

　　"..."

　　This time, Yue Yunpeng was silent for a long, long time.

　　"I like to tease. Shaobai, I especially admire the feeling of Master who can make the audience laugh with just a few words... I don't mean to disrespect the uncle, but I think that if the uncle is teased, it may not be my master. So strong."

　　"Isn't that nonsense?"

　　Wu Shaobai rolled his eyes:

　　"My master is holding a lot of hands. This is called specialization in the arts. In this world, if there is yin and yang, there must be yang, and if yin and yang are integrated, all things will always be achieved. They are complementary, do you understand?"

　　"...I don't understand."

　　"..."

　　Wu Shaobai's mouth twitched.

　　But I also knew that the child's educational level was indeed a bit low, so I didn't bother about it, and said directly:

　　"Since you like to tease, you really can't make fun of it."

　　"so what should I do?"

　　"It's easy, practice."

　　"...how to practice?"

　　"Practice on stage."

　　"what?"

　　Yue Yunpeng was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head:

　　"No, no, no, I can't come. I've been studying for so many years, and I can't even get on stage, so the big guys have opinions. If I'm cheeky and want to go on stage, what's the point?"

　　"Opening. Dare?"

　　Wu Shaobai ignored his cowardice and said directly.

　　"Uh……"

　　Looking at him with a stunned face, Wu Shaobai smiled:

　　"Tonight's first show is my stand-up. My master wants me to continue to improve my "On Dialects", which is what I originally meant. But it's not as good as this tonight. It's more brilliant, since the basic skills are all there, let's use some basic skills. Take your jade board, and tonight we'll come out with "Singing the Lyrics of Taiping", won't we?"

　　""The Lyrics of Taiping"

　　"Correct."

　　Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"I'll come here today, the opening. The opening is actually simple and simple. We don't want to warm up the scene, we just want everyone to finish their work and start waiting for the second cross talk. It's hard to say... This section is quite a test of singing skills, is there any problem?"

　　"There's definitely no problem with the Taiping lyrics..."

　　"Okay, it's okay to have your words. Xiaoyue, you know, I didn't plan to say the right thing before the end of the college entrance examination, but you are already like this, you can't ignore it if you see it as a brother. From today onwards, the afternoon session I don't have time. We'll wrap up the opening of the evening show. It's just all kinds of basic skills. What about "Tongue Twister", "The Reckless Man", etc., you can use the book that Master gave you to familiarize yourself with, don't ask for more It's brilliant, but we practice more, as long as we get familiar with it, it's definitely right. How about it? Do you dare? Dare? If yes, I'll tell Master later, how about it?

　　"...Are you here to hold it?"

　　"Yes. Although I'm not familiar with it either, we'll be stunned. Anyway, the opening period is the most rambunctious time, and everyone is unwilling to open it, and they feel that it is not good to be alive, so let's put this together. Live to the top! How!?"

　　"..."

　　Looking at Wu Shaobai's eloquent words, Yue Yunpeng was stunned...

　　Suddenly my eyes turned red...

　　"Shaobai..."

　　"go."

　　Wu Shaobai pushed him away.

　　"Hurry up to eat, after eating is good for life!"

　　……

　　"What? Are you here to hold it?"

　　Yu Xuan and Guo Degang looked at each other.

　　Wu Shaobai nodded and pulled Yue Yunpeng, who seemed a little timid:

　　"Master, uncle, the opening is not good, just the two of us. Xiaoyue's basic skills are quite solid. We picked up the old jokes, and there is no problem with the normal interpretation. I promise not to embarrass the two of you, okay?  … say!"

　　Being mentioned this way, Yue Yunpeng woke up like a dream, and nodded quickly:

　　"Master, let's play "Crooked Sing" tonight. The lyrics of Taiping are the best I can grasp. You...you can rest assured! With Shaobai there, there is no problem!"

　　"OK, no problem."

　　As soon as the words fell, Guo Degang nodded:

　　"Then you start."

　　Yue Yunpeng's eyes suddenly lit up, and then Guo Degang waved his hand:

　　"Okay, two young masters, hurry up and live."

　　"Master..."

　　Yue Yunpeng wanted to say something, but Wu Shaobai pulled him away.

　　After the two left, Yu Xuan looked at his partner suspiciously:

　　"That's what I promised?...Aren't you afraid?"

　　"Xiaoyue Taiping's lyrics are alright. I'm talking about... There is Shaobai, just based on his performance in Tianjin, I believe him. The opening scene is generally not long, it's all short paragraphs, Shaobai wants to pull Xiaobai. Yue Yi, I have to give the face of the young master. Otherwise, Xiaoyue will be useless if it goes on like this."

　　Guo Degang's eyes were full of relief, he folded the fan a dozen times and slapped it twice.

　　"Take it easy! That's Mr. Mei's fan!"

　　When Yu Xuan mentioned this point, the corner of Lao Guo's mouth twitched as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he hurriedly folded it back carefully. .

Chapter 22

　　"Shaobai, Shaobai, you don't know, I saw it just now... Hey, what are you two doing?"

　　There was a small piece of sesame cake left with freckles on his face. Seeing that Yue Yunpeng and Wu Shaobai were sitting together, one holding a book and the other holding a bead string on his wrist, he asked in confusion.

　　Wu Shaobai waved his hand:

　　"Go, go, toss your life."

　　"How about you two talk about life? ... You want to talk to each other at night? Hey, Wu Shaobai, you're not being kind. Didn't you agree, let's work together..."

　　"Go! Go! Go."

　　Yu Xuan also came over, grabbed the biscuits by the neck and pushed them to Mr. Xing's side:

　　"Go get your life now."

　　The two teachers are the same.

　　The biscuits were full of dissatisfaction, and the freckles were crowded together.

　　And Yue Yunpeng was embarrassed...

　　Wu Shaobai, who was holding a bunch of small-leaf red sandalwood beads in his hand, said with a smile:

　　"keep going."

　　"Shaobai, I..."

　　"Hurry up, there are ten minutes left."

　　"……Eh."

　　The backstage of the Tianqiao Theater of Deyun Society was so busy, waiting minute by minute for the time to come.

　　……

　　"Yaya, have you heard cross talk?"

　　In the audience in the front court, two girls were sitting in an inconspicuous corner.

　　The Tianqiao Theater was originally a teahouse, filled with tables filled with melon and fruit desserts.

　　But as the reputation of the Deyun Club gradually increased, in order to sell more tickets to support the family, the tables were removed.Instead, it was replaced by a folding stool.

　　Tickets are not expensive, forty or fifty dollars a ticket.

　　But not a good buy.

　　If you don't have a ticket, you can buy it, but just like what "Selling Tickets" said, each person sends a small pony, and sits in the aisle to listen.If not, go to the scalper to buy one or two hundred high prices.

　　But now the fame has spread, and the audience is coming.

　　Even if it is a horse, everyone is willing.

　　Mainly because of the atmosphere.