Cross talk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is built under the stage

Chapter 467 Mr. Luo Taught Mr. Ma the Tape of Jingyun Dagu! 【Subscribe】

Walking into the theater, Ma Zhiming does not hope that many people can pay attention to him, but hopes that no one will see it.

So after talking to Dr. Cha, he walked towards the backstage of the theater with his hands behind his back.

He comes here often, and he must be familiar with the theater and the actors.

But curious about what happened to the child, I planned to ask.

As soon as he entered the stage, he saw the familiar child as expected, and at the same time, the actors also saw him.

Nothing unfamiliar.

Old friends greeted each other, including Qi Yuncheng, who was a junior in the past, and he didn't expect that Young Master Ma would come over at night.

"Ancestor!"

"Hey." Ma Zhiming agreed, but at the same time he wanted to ask, "Son, how did you come here today? And your performance, you finished it, right?"

Song Yi didn't know how much he sighed, just like a complaining woman waiting for her husband to come home.

I usually love this, you don't tell me that's not going to work.And this big drum, Mrs. Luo Yusheng told me something about it back then.

"Are you sure you are waiting for me? Not waiting for food?"

If the adult is tired, it will be turned off slowly, and the girl will be forced to turn off, so sometimes she can be seen falling asleep in any position.

"Well, don't stay up all night."

But for the juniors who do quyi, it is very desirable, because this is a rare encounter for young people.

At nearly eleven o'clock in the evening, Qi Yuncheng finally returned to Yanjing with two things. This time, he gained too much.

The reason why he doesn't know is that he is not in good health and doesn't move around very often, so he may not have access to much information.

As soon as the voice came out.

Although he was very happy to see his wife, he couldn't wait to play the tape given by the two gentlemen.

A sneeze!

It was used when they studied with the master in the small courtyard. At that time, what did the apprentices rely on to practice and learn?
Relying on the tape recorder.

Just don't know if it's bad or not.

I'm not in the mood now, even if I'm lying on the bed, I'm staring blankly.

So how can this recording material not be precious.

It is rare to see a husband in this state.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yuncheng wanted to set up a drum club in Deyun.

I listened at two o'clock, and heard it in the study until the early four o'clock. Qi Yuncheng rubbed his forehead before finally pressing the button of the recorder.

After the two lines were sung, another voice suddenly interrupted, it was Mr. Luo Yusheng.

"It's okay, singing a piece of drum music is not too much, what are you singing today?"

Precious outrageous.

It will definitely take more than one o'clock to get to Yanjing, or close to two o'clock.

At this time, Song Yi pushed open the door of the study room and peeked through a crack, stuffing something into his mouth while looking at her husband, wondering what was wrong with him, and she was quite happy after coming back today.

At that time, it was the early 80s, and the old lady heard me sing a few lines of cross talk, and then called me and asked me to go, and tell me about this white school.

“The beauty of Hangzhou is incredible~~”

……

Standing in front of his desk, Qi Yuncheng had goosebumps. Hearing the voice, he seemed to have seen Ma Laozu studying when he was young.

"Not washing?"

Ha breath is white mist.

For a while, he was a junior, unable to speak a word, and his emotions were very mixed.

"Honey, aren't you going to sleep today?"

But Qi Yuncheng was amused after thinking about it carefully. He could tell that Patriarch Ma was very young at this time, and his voice was a little brighter than now.

In particular, he still remembers that Xiao Zhui'er's singing was recorded in it, and many apprentices later listened to his recordings for the lyrics of Taiping.

Luo Yusheng: "Hey, that's right! I won't take the medicine~~"

Most of the books are written by literati and they believe in their compilation~~

Now my recordings are still kept, and I will make a copy for you to listen to when the child comes back. "

In a villa complex on the fourth ring road of Yanjing.

It is impossible for him to do it tomorrow, because there is a burning passion in his heart.

So at the end of the night, after Qi Yuncheng got some tapes of Master Li Shusheng, he followed Master Shao Ma to his home.

"No problem, you criticize more."

After talking to the children, Ma Zhiming mainly came to listen to the music, and went up to see the enthusiasm of the audience.

Don't delay.

"How long will it open?" Ma Zhiming asked again.

When they took out the recording, the two of them made a copy together.

"Well, I don't know anything about feelings."

Ma Zhimingxue: "I don't take the medicine~~"

Because his old man has a heart problem, what he is most afraid of is overwork.

Qi Yuncheng lowered his eyes slightly, and smiled wryly. His mistress had told him before that Young Master might come as long as he knew, but he, a junior, didn't want to bother him.

Unlike other old men, he can still play cards and drink wine.

After listening to a few words, Qi Yuncheng sat down to rest, and stayed quietly, as for sleeping, put it aside.

But Song Yi waited and waited at home until it was past one o'clock, and her husband hadn't come back yet.

startled him.

It is the Taiping lyrics sung by Master.

"Thank you old man!"

Song Yi closed the door, wiped her mouth and went to sleep with her daughter. Although she really wanted to call her husband to warm the bed, she still knew she couldn't disturb her in this state.

……

……

Just like that, with the passage of time.

Ma Zhiming was a little regretful, but at this time Li Shusheng spoke up and had to talk to him about the matter.

Li Shusheng collected a collection of music circles, and Shao Maye said a tape, which recorded the process of the old lady Luo Yusheng teaching singing.

Song Yi sat on the sofa and sneezed inexplicably. After rubbing his nose, he tightly wrapped his hands around the big white bear's neck to watch TV.

"Thank you ancestor for your compliment."

Maybe these two things are not precious to others. Some singing is nothing more than singing, they can't understand, and they can't learn much.

But it was too late.

Back then, Master Hou, I was really tired to be honest, so I naturally didn't want to trouble my ancestors.

The last program of Celebrity Teahouse ended perfectly.

No, it's not that it's uncommon, but he often did this after he started the Guqu Club recently, and he didn't know what happened to him.

"Okay! But since I didn't hear it, can you sing it for me after the show is over?"

"Criticism is too far-fetched. I know you sing well. You are very good, my child."

Just because my father’s family is poor and boring, I will teach you how to fencing so I won’t have to play on the swing~~
Lest my father worry about me~~"

Seeing that the child was speechless, Ma Zhiming waved his hands and laughed, "I don't blame your child! But you have to let me know! Because you don't know, I have no other hobbies in life.

"Daiyu returned to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion~~
I can’t get up when I’m sick~~”

Even trying to find a way to copy it to the computer.

Plug in the power, wipe the dust with a paper towel, and press the button again, and the recorder suddenly made a familiar sound.

Then the apprentices listened to it over and over again in private, and when they learned what they thought was good, they asked the master to teach them.

"Go to sleep quickly, I will sleep again later."

This is a good thing for children to do things with heart.

This recording is indeed rare.

It has been many years. Before the master moved, he was supposed to throw it away. The times are different, so it is no longer needed.

Backstage Qi Yuncheng gave a few words, Ma Zhiming, who was the patriarch, sat by and listened, not only he listened, but the old gentlemen in the backstage who were about to leave and go home also looked over from time to time.

As an actor, I love these atmospheres.

"I have seen too many old gentlemen, so I went to Mr. Ma's house for this reason. I will go to the study first."

"This word is inaccurate, I can't get up when I'm sick~~"

But he didn't have the idea of ​​going to sleep yet. He was afraid that if the tape was damaged or suddenly overwritten one day, he would just make another copy to be prepared.

This is almost an overnight.

"Call me to join in the fun when the time comes."

It was past five o'clock.

At the same time, it was also the first time I saw the scene where Ma Laozu was studying.

"White School Mulan."

Since getting married, he seldom stays up late, and it is rare for him to do so again today.

Quickly stopped, Qi Yuncheng took it out and replaced it with the tape given by Young Master Ma, and clicked a few buttons.

"Honey, there's still a tape in there, right? How long ago was it in there?"

"Honey, you're finally back! I've been waiting for you for a long time."

So he pulled the crack of the door and asked softly.

When leaving, Song Yi said that he would wait for him, and hoped that this silly daughter-in-law would not wait for him, otherwise he would have to stay up all night.

At the end of the song, Ma Zhiming also followed the child gently, and it was obvious that he liked it.

But the copy is not just a few sentences, it took a full two hours for Ma Laozu to correct everything from the enunciation and pronunciation, especially the inverted words.

After a burst of thanks.

They still have something to do, which is to get something for the child as agreed.

Without saying a word, he threw the big white bear aside and ran out, even the noodles sleeping in the cage ran over.

Moreover, he once said that the Luo faction is the Shaobai faction, which shows that a faction may have absorbed the characteristics of many factions.

Departure from Tianjin at eleven o'clock.

If it were all recorded, what a good material it would be.

Swish.

So even though he sings about the Luo faction, why doesn't he understand others.

Quickly pack up my things, wash up and go to bed. When I went to bed, my daughter-in-law slept soundly, and so did my daughter, breathing rhythmically.

While talking, Qi Yuncheng handed over the supper he bought, and Song Yi couldn't be happier when he got it.

Fortunately, when it was almost two o'clock, the sound of a car engine was finally heard outside, which made her happy.

It's just being full and full, and it won't be too early when I get home.

But it is said that I will sleep in a while, how could it be a while.

"What's going on today? It's so late. It stands to reason that I can come back in about one o'clock."

tape recorder has seen better days

How can his attitude be?Definitely support!Like the other gentlemen, they are beyond supportive.

"It must be waiting for you. I just eat by the way. I love you to death."

I miss it.

"Young Master, my son is going to set up a drum music club in Tianjin recently, and today he is performing with a bunch of gentlemen. This is a chance to get to know the child and warm up.

Many of them have not acted for a long time. "

Not to mention that there was not much publicity for this performance.

One pass to get it down.

Because learning cross talk is definitely Xun, what should I do if Xun can't learn after the theater performance, it can only be recorded.

Ma Zhiming is used as a souvenir, and it is good to give the child a share now.

After giving a kiss, Song Yi led her husband into the house with his arm. It was very cold outside, it was winter, and it was two o'clock in the morning.

Of course, when he was leaving, Qi Yuncheng heard from Patriarch Ma that he didn't dare to go again after going there once, because he was too embarrassed to go looking for it often, and now he regrets it very much.

At the moment when it was over, among the dozen or so old gentlemen in the background, Qi Yuncheng's singing came out leisurely.

This scene is very good in their hearts, because the current Quyi is looking forward to more exchanges between young people and the older generation.

Luo Yusheng and Ma Zhiming sang together: "I don't need Shen'er~ I don't eat rice~ I don't taste porridge~"

"Wait a minute, you eat yours first."

Ma Zhiming imitated: "I can't get up when I'm sick~~"

A very cute child.

Not to mention the recording of this teaching.

Hearing this, even Ma Zhiming was a little surprised at his age.

"Sure, it's a great honor for you to go, just worry about your health."

Qi Yuncheng quickly agreed. As for Mr. Luo Yusheng, although he sang from the Luo faction, he knew all the factions very well when he reached the point where he was an old man.

Enter the library.

"Middle of February!"

"How can a slave be like that masterful and empty-handed fairy art, I have learned to be a swordsman to shovel out traitors~~

……

It is indeed a pity.

The two of them were talking, and Qi Yuncheng felt a little helpless. Every time he saw the ancestor, he would be praised. If it wasn't for his good attitude, he would be a little overjoyed.

Another voice came out.

The words are all about this, can Qi Yuncheng still refuse?impossible.

Hua Gong said that it is useless for a girl to practice martial arts, and besides, practicing in the mortal world is the most troublesome~~
Look at the woman in the world who is the red line of stealing the box~~

"Hey~~"

Although I sent a text message to ask, I am on the road, but I still feel that it is a bit long.

"Then I'm late, it's better to come earlier."

Qi Yuncheng couldn't bear to take it with him all the time, even if he moved from a rented house to a villa.

Whether it is Mr.'s recording or what I know, it is very substantial.

When thinking of this sentence, Qi Yuncheng could still recall the expression and tone of Ma Laozu two hours ago in the room's mind.

As for the girl who is already sleeping on the bed, it is impossible for this girl not to sleep at all.

Every time he sees his child, he can surprise him. Today, many gentlemen come back to perform and hold a special performance of drum music. He just heard what his son said, so he remembered and decided to come tonight.

Ma Zhiming shook his head helplessly, looked at the child and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about this? Otherwise, you wouldn't be here so late today."

The voice is not as high-pitched and scary as the master, on the contrary, it has a little old taste, it is the voice of Young Ma Ye.

Qi Yuncheng found an old-fashioned tape recorder from the corner of the cabinet.

"It's over, let's do the second one."

Taking a look at them, Qi Yuncheng quietly slipped into the warm bed to sleep.

Once he fell asleep, he didn't know how long it would take him to wake up, he almost fell asleep after lying down, and it was too long.

But when her husband fell asleep, Song Yi was very speechless, and turned to her husband with sleepy eyes.

His body was a bit cold, but he warmed up with his own body temperature and the quilt, and gradually became more comfortable, as expected, it would be good to have her husband by his side.

(End of this chapter)