Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Saying that, he pointed to Wu Shaobai's bedroom:

　　"My eldest apprentice is all in the clouds. Besides, I'm just such an apprentice, and it makes me feel at ease. People have their own set of basic skills... I'm still trying to figure out how to teach them. Compared with me, your uncle has a more systematic way of learning. This year, you are 19. After following me, Tongzi Gong is a difficult problem, and I may not teach it well. But your uncle is different, he This batch of apprentices mainly recruits young people in their 20s. You can learn faster together. Say, you and your uncle learn during the day, and it’s the same when you come to me at night. With him, you can start faster. Hurry up, the premise is that you have to work hard, understand?"

　　"But I still want to be with you..."

　　"Then listen to me. Since you want to learn, although you think that my relationship with his master and apprentice is like what you imagined your father and your father and master to look like, don't forget, what you want to learn is cross talk. If you want to rely on cross talk to support your family, you have to be responsible for your life, and you have to make the right choice for every path, understand?"

　　"This... that's fine. Then... old... Teacher Yu, when do I start?"

　　Hearing Meng Xianghui's question, Yu Xuan smiled:

　　"If you want to learn, start early tomorrow. Shaobing will stay here for a month. After that, you and Shaobai will stay in the same room, and the restaurant will continue to be in charge. I will teach you things with your future master. You will receive your salary, study hard, and don't forget your vows tonight. and determination."

　　The old man said so.

　　(Master and apprentice are like father and son, the old saying never deceives me.)

Chapter 113

　　six in the morning.

　　Wu Shaobai got up on time, and then tossed the snoring biscuits reluctantly.

　　"Hurry up, practice."

　　"Five minutes of sleep..."

　　"Did I stab you with a needle?"

　　"Don't don't..."

　　After leaving the house with speechless biscuits, the two immediately saw Meng Xianghui who was sitting on the sofa with the book in his hands.

　　"Master."

　　"Uh-huh?"

　　Wu Shaobai and Shaobing were taken aback...

　　The biscuits asked in confusion:

　　"What are you calling?"

　　"Brother..."

　　Meng Xianghui looked shyly at the two children who were younger than him and said:

　　"Last night... I told Mr. Yu that I also want to learn cross talk. Mr. Yu asked me to learn together with Uncle's Crane Characters. This is the script that was given to me just now. Let me memorize the basic skills first... "

　　"what??"

　　Shaobing looked suspiciously at Yu Xuan who was cooking vegetables with a cigarette in his mouth, but Wu Shaobai smiled:

　　"Okay, then you can memorize it first, let's talk about it first, we will memorize these things in a while, but we have practiced for a long time, so we will be very fluent. But you are just starting to learn, and you are not good at talking, so you don't need to learn it deliberately. As the two of us pursued speed, we opened our mouths, teeth, and mouths one by one, bit by bit. And we had to adjust our mentality. All beginners would stumble when they first started to practice the mouth, understand? "

　　"Uh... ok ok."

　　Meng Xianghui nodded gratefully, while Yu Xuan, who heard the movement, smiled slightly.

　　For a moment, two different voices sounded from the balcony:

　　"I invite you to eat steamed lamb and steamed bear paw..."

　　"The building at the front door is nine feet and nine feet tall, with four gates, three bridges and five arches. Go out of the gate and go east. Forty miles from the city to Tongzhou, there are sixty-six peaches in Tongzhou.

　　Shaobing deliberately showed off, and specially chose a tongue twister from "Eighteen Sorrows", but it fell off the chain all of a sudden.

　　Wu Shaobai still carried the name of the dish on his back, put his finger on the belly of the sesame cake, and rolled his eyes.

　　And Meng Xianghui looked at the Guankou book in his hand, gradually gathered his mind, and whispered:

　　"I invite you to eat steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail...々〃..."

　　"This word has to be empty, read the tail (YI)."

　　Wu Shaobai took the time to mention him, and then continued to carry his own...

　　"Okay okay."

　　Three people practiced the exercises, one cooked vegetables, accompanied by the loud cry of the lamb when she was awake and wanted to eat milk.

　　Lao Yu's house was extraordinarily lively this morning.

　　……

　　After breakfast, the biscuits are going to Tian Paradise, Meng Xianghui is going to go back to see the restaurant, and Wu Shaobai also holds a plastic pocket for documents in his hand, put on a hat and walks out the door.

　　"Brother, what is your phone number, let me remember..."

　　After Meng Xianghui asked one by one, the three had already left the old community.

　　Before the bus, the three of them got on a different bus, and Wu Shaobai came all the way to Guangdian, downstairs of Yanjing Literature and Art Broadcasting.

　　"Who are you looking for, boy?"

　　The uncle at the door naturally couldn't let him go directly, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhou Qiong with a work card trotting all the way and shouting:

　　"Mr. Wu, here and here."

　　Wu Shaobai said with a smile:

　　"Master, I'm looking for her."

　　"Oh."

　　The old man waved his hand to let Wu Shaobai go in.

　　Wu Shaobai nodded in thanks, then walked, and said to Zhou Qiong who ran over:

　　"Miss Zhou, don't be in such a hurry."

　　"I think the weather is too cold, I'm afraid Mr. Wu will wait for a long time. Let's go in quickly, the recording studio has been found for you."

　　Wu Shaobai followed her inside and said as he walked:

　　"Just now, I have prepared the content of two episodes. Miss Zhou, according to your request, and 25 minutes, about four or five chapters, including the foreword, and the demo you listened to yesterday, so much is recorded today, you can Right? Then I will go back in the evening to continue sorting, and come over every morning to record two episodes, which is also convenient for you to spare."

　　"It's great, it's great."

　　Zhou Qiong nodded quickly, and while taking Wu Shaobai to the elevator, she said:

　　"I have already arranged the program here. "Ghost Blowing Candle" is scheduled to be broadcast on January 1. It is now the 5nd, and we absolutely have enough time."

　　"Well, yes."

　　In the elevator, Wu Shaobai responded. After reaching the floor, he suddenly felt that the sound in this corridor was much lower than in other places. Stepping on the silent carpet, he curiously touched a bumpy the wall, asked:

　　"Are these all soundproofing materials?"

　　"Yes. This is just an ordinary sound insulation material. The real sound insulation board is in our recording room. Mr. Wu, I will assign you a recording engineer in a while, if you have a pause, cough, or need to drink water You can mention it at any time, don’t worry about coherence, we will edit it later. It’s very convenient.”

　　"¨"Okay, that's hard work."

　　While speaking, Zhou Qiong led Wu Shaobai directly into a room with "Recording Hall 3".

　　As soon as he entered the room, he saw a young girl with short hair, at most twenty-three or four, stood up and greeted him.

　　"Mr. Wu, this is Chen Yangyang, your recording studio. Xiao Chen, this is Mr. Wu."

　　"Hello, Mr. Wu."

　　Chen Yangyang stretched out his hand cautiously.

　　Wu Shaobai politely held his hand on the girl's finger, and when he touched it, he smiled:

　　"It's been a while for you, Mr. Chen."

　　"what?……"

　　Perhaps it was the first time someone asked her to call her teacher, Chen Yangyang was obviously flattered, but Wu Shaobai's eyes fell on the small transparent glass, looking at the table, a microphone, and a computer without a mouse. The environment became curious.

　　"Then let's start (Qian Zhao's)?"

　　He said.

　　Zhou Qiong nodded immediately:

　　"Well, okay, I'll show you the equipment first..."

　　Walking into the office, she pointed to the only joystick-like thing under the computer screen on the table and said:

　　"This is the mute controller. I heard you said that you were recording with a computer, so you didn't put the physical book. We have already downloaded the content of the book. When you need to turn the page, just shake this control. Don't worry about the interval. , we will edit it later, it is very convenient..."

　　"Ok."

　　Wu Shaobai fiddled with it a few times, and then he understood the usage.

　　"Then I'm out."

　　"Ok."

　　As Zhou Qiong went out, Wu Shaobai took out his notebook with notes that he needed to pay attention to, put it in place, and after fiddling with the computer a few times, he made an OK gesture to Chen Yangyang and Zhou Qiong outside the window:

　　"It's time to start.".

Chapter 114

　　"Okay, you have no conscience, I kindly help you, but you want to burn me..."

　　recording room.

　　Hearing this feminine voice, Chen Yangyang unconsciously got goosebumps...

　　I don't know why, I just feel terrified.

　　This sound... It was like a cold and smooth tongue, with a bit of roughness on the tongue coating, licking on his spine one by one.

　　Embarrassed, cold... Unconsciously, she shuddered.

　　Subconsciously, he looked back at Zhou Qiong.