Chapter 227: Crosstalk
After talking about the development of humor and the origin of crosstalk in ancient times, we also talked about how crosstalk was formed in the Qing Dynasty and has been passed down to this day.
Qi Long raised his hand and pointed at Gao Dongqiang: "This is an intangible cultural heritage!"
"Yeah, huh? What are you pointing at me for?"
Qi Long turned his head in confusion: "Then what is your inheritance?"
"Why would I want an inheritance? I had a caesarean section!"
This segment is about the transition from crosstalk to two people learning the art, so there are no baggage. Qi Long plans to use some small tricks and add some small baggage.
This is also the kind that does not require matching words.
Unexpectedly, Dongqiang improvised on the spot and turned the joke around in an unexpected way, making everyone who were originally listening to the crosstalk burst into laughter.
Qi Long didn't expect the phrase "caesarean section" to pop up. He bit his tongue and turned around to answer, "Hey, it's said that babies born by caesarean section are not as smart as those born naturally!"
"Hey, that's better than a miscarriage!"
This was a joke that occasionally came up when the two of them were chatting in their daily lives. Dongqiang responded very smoothly and made everyone laugh.
After the laughter, Dongqiang pulled back: "Okay, why are you talking about being smart or not?"
"Didn't you lead him astray?" Qi Long argued.
Dongqiang widened his eyes: "You are lying to me that I am the heirloom!"
"I was wrong. I apologize to you. You, intangible cultural heritage, had a caesarean section!" He repeated it as if the two of them had discussed the script together.
"Go, there's no such thing!"
"Just kidding, crosstalk is an intangible cultural heritage!"
"Yes!"
"When I was a kid, my master told me these things, about the humor of the past and the development of crosstalk, but I couldn't listen!"
"Children don't understand."
"At that time, I thought, as long as I can make others laugh, isn't that enough? Why do I need to know all this history? Dongqiang thought the same thing at the time!"
“I didn’t understand it at that time!”
"We discussed it and decided that we should prove ourselves and be able to amuse others without learning these things. So I asked Dongqiang to take off his pants and stand at the entrance of the community. People passing by laughed at him. We succeeded!"
Everyone burst into laughter, how shameless! Why didn’t they take off their clothes themselves?
"That's just a mockery!" Dong Qiang corrected.
Qi Long waved his hands: "When I was little, I didn't know how to laugh or laugh from the heart. I think this trick is useful. I will show it to my master when I go back. I know why there is a table for the supporting actor!"
"why?"
"The supporting actor doesn't wear pants, and he can just walk out from the table to make everyone laugh!"
“Is this the function of a table?”
It’s not really an internal joke, but anyone who knows that crosstalk has a table will laugh.
This matter was severely criticized by the master, but Qi Long was not convinced. He felt that he had found a way to easily make the audience laugh, but the master actually criticized him. He decided to find another way to be easier to be funny.
Pulling Dongqiang, the two brothers put the stockings on their heads. They tied the other ends of the stockings together, one to the left and the other to the right, and started a stocking tug-of-war.
Whoever pulls out the head first wins, which makes all the passers-by laugh.
I went back and told my master that I wanted to add a pair of stockings to the crosstalk stage. As soon as I took out the stockings, I was criticized.
"How did you steal Dongqiang's master's wife's stockings that were left at our house?"
The whole audience burst into laughter. Dong Qiang scratched his head and said, "That's a lot of information!"
Later, there was a game of putting a trash can on your head. A trash can was thrown at Dongqiang and put on his head. It looked very funny.
The funniest thing is, when you put some garbage in the trash can, when you put it on, the garbage falls down, which is even funnier.
This time, because we were afraid of being criticized, we didn’t tell our master and we studied it on our own.
After a while, some senior brothers and other crosstalk performers came to the house, and Qi Long and Dong Qiang were helped to perform, and they used the funny ways they thought of.
"No one was laughing. Everyone looked at us very seriously. Your senior brother Yu Qian was the most serious. He spoke as soon as he opened his mouth."
"I'm going to be criticized. What should I say?"
"Is Dongqiang really a boy?" Qi Long pretended to be nearsighted and leaned forward to see, with his hand loosely supporting his glasses.
"Go, where is he looking?"
When everyone thought that the atmosphere was about to get serious, an unexpected joke disrupted their mood again and made them burst into laughter.
"My senior brother Guo Degang is also scratching his head. Hey, how did these two steal Aunt Yu's stockings?"
"He has quite a bit of information!"
"Mr. Zhang Guoli, who was a guest that day, had a serious face and rushed over!"
“What is his focus?”
"There's broken glass in the trash can, the child's head was pierced!" Qi Long acted anxious and quickly told the joke, which made the whole audience laugh again, including Zhang Guoli himself who was sitting in front of him.
"Huh? You put broken glass in the trash!"
"Anyway, it's you who's being stabbed!"
"You are so mean!"
After all the guests had left, the two men's master frowned and criticized them harshly, saying that they were not allowed to perform this show anymore. We are performing crosstalk, not making a fool of ourselves. We are language art, not spoof art. What you are doing is not crosstalk at all, it is nonsense!
Now everyone was quiet, with serious expressions, thinking that this was the beginning of value.
Qi Long also had a serious look on his face: "After that, my master and his master began to urge us strictly, saying: Practice, practice! Start studying and practicing hard!"
"Master is doing this for our own good!"
"I'm so annoyed!" Qi Long changed the subject: "Finally no one cares about me anymore, hahaha!"
As he spoke, he reached under the towel on the table and took out the stockings he had prepared in advance.
"Hahahahahahaha!" the whole audience laughed wildly.
This is the second time. The second time you thought you were reaching a height, but it turned out to be the opposite and you were so happy!
Qi Long looked at Dong Qiang: "Come on, let's play tug-of-war with stockings!"
Dong Qiang stopped him: "Hey, my master is still here, you can stay with Guo Degang, it's his wife anyway"
So much information
"how do you know!"
"He looks familiar, don't mess around!"
"it's okay no problem."
As the two were arguing, a voice was broadcast from the studio speakers: [Qi Long, Dong Qiang, practice! ]
Hearing this voice, Qi Long was stunned. It was not an act.
Because the voice of "Qi Long" was not Mr. Shi's voice, but his master's voice!
"Put it away quickly, your two masters will scold you soon!" Dong Qiang snatched the stockings from Qi Long's hand and put them on the table.
The two men stood up straight, Dongqiang started to talk about the "Geographical Map", and Qilong followed closely and started to talk about the "Menu of the Dishes".
"On Boxing" and "List of Weapons".
After reciting a few lines of dialogue, they both inhaled and opened their mouths at the same time, with the same voice and speed, the same facial expressions, and the same movements.
[Zhang Fei had a leopard head and round eyes, his face was like tough iron, black and bright, bright and black]
In the audience, many crosstalk performers who had also memorized this passage subconsciously opened their mouths and recited "The Reckless Man in the Eight Screens". There were also some who could not recite it. Regardless of whether they were pretending or for real, their expressions were quite shocked and they looked around.
Qi Long's eyes were red, that was the deep longing he felt when he suddenly heard his master calling his name, and his vision was a little blurred.
But at this moment on the stage, he suppressed himself and tried his best to recite this passage clearly. The master said that when on the stage, the play is more important than anything else. No matter how big the problem is, you have to finish the performance, and you have to finish it well. This is the artistic ethics of an artist!
Similarly, hearing Hou Yaowen's voice and watching Qi Long suppressing his own performance, Lao Guo's face was also filled with emotion.
There were even fellow apprentices from Deyun Society in the audience who were crying.
When it came to the last verse, almost everyone in the audience said it together:
[Surname Zhang, given name Fei, courtesy name Yide, a reckless man with a good reputation that will live forever! ]
"Good!" As the running song ended, the audience applauded loudly and cheered loudly!
Dong Qiang said to Qi Long: "Look, we are getting so much applause. Hey, what are we doing?"
Dong Qiang looked puzzled as he saw Qi Long bending down.
Qi Long brought out a trash can: "It's time to put the trash can over your head!"
"Still thinking about it?"
At this point, the crosstalk ended, and the program named "Talking Crosstalk" received applause from the audience.
Telling crosstalk, literally telling crosstalk, has the predecessor of crosstalk as the filler words, in the middle is the understanding of crosstalk by people who don't understand crosstalk, it is pure entertainment, and finally it is the solid basic skills that a crosstalk actor must have.
Just three words, but with multiple meanings.
There are a lot of jokes, and they resonate with most of the crosstalk performers here, so how can we not applaud?
They were cheering, and Qi Long, who had stepped down from the stage, burst into tears: "Where did my master's voice come from?"
"Hahaha, this is the recording my master found. He was urging us to practice and recording our practice. He cut out the beginning!"
"You know everything?"
"Of course I know, the recording is what I wanted!"
Qi Long kicked him in the air: "Aren't you afraid that I will lose my composure and show my weakness on stage? You should have said so in advance!"
Dongqiang dodged his legs and patted his shoulder: "You won't, Jiaoer."
(End of this chapter)
