Chapter 69 Regrouping
What is home?
This issue is very complex.
For Zhang Yuan, home is a place where he can gain a sense of existence and the meaning of life.
With his parents here, he knows he is a child.
His wife is here and he knows that he is the husband.
When the child is here, he knows that he is the parent.
If these family members are gone, home will be gone, and he will lose contact with the world.
This is the case for Yu Qian now.
Brother Qian was born in 1969. In 1982, when he was 12 years old, he was admitted to the cross talk class of the Imperial Academy of Opera.
After graduation, he came to work in the Imperial Music Troupe and has been there for more than ten years.
It can be said that Brother Qian’s youth was spent with the Imperial Music Troupe.
Now, the Imperial City Folk Art Troupe has been disbanded, and his youth is also over.
“Hey, I entered school in 1982 and started taking classes with Mr. Wang Shichen.” Brother Qian drank half a bottle of beer, burped, and said sadly.
“We have just laid the foundation, and the old man retired in 1985.”
"At the end of last year, Mr. Wang passed away, and all of us kids back then went to the funeral." Brother Qian's eyes gradually turned red as he mentioned the old man.
“Later I learned Allegro from Mr. Gao Fengshan.”
“Mr. Gao is the founder of Gaopai Allegro, and he also has a treasure of ox bones and rats. This skill is almost lost, so He knows it."
"I just kept stalking and learned from the old man."
"But I only learned half of it, and the old man left in 1993."
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"Later, I studied with Mr. Zhao Shizhong."
"This man is a master who praises me. Originally, I was standing outside the table, that is, teasing."
"Following Zhao After that, I started to stand in the table. He said that my personality and performance style were suitable for me to be a green leaf."
"The old man is gone?" Zhang Yuan said cautiously.
“Still alive.”
"Then his health is good enough."
Zhang Yuan had the impression that Mr. Zhao Shizhong seemed to have passed away in 2007 or 2008.
Brother Qian followed three teachers, both of whom are deceased. Zhang Yuan has reason to doubt this Master Ke.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan quietly moved his body back, a little further away from Brother Qian.
How about I move, in case he kills me again...
"Oh, now the old man is leaving, his classmates are changing careers, and even the folk art troupe has collapsed." Brother Qian lifted the hem of his hurdle vest and wiped his tears.
Zhang Yuan glanced at Brother Qian's exposed belly and said in his heart that Teacher Guo was right, he was really white.
Yes, Brother Qian is only in his early 30s now. He has spent more than half of his life in folk art schools and folk art troupes. This place is his second home!
Although the Imperial Folk Art Troupe has long declined like traditional folk arts, except for giving out some food and oil during festivals and occasionally performing a few performances every year, Brother Qian can only get a salary of about 150 yuan from his work unit every month. TM is before tax.
The son does not think the mother is ugly, the dog does not think the family is poor,
No matter how bad it is, it is still home, where I can have something to think about.
Now that his family is gone, Yu Qian feels that his last connection with the art of cross talk has also been severed, and he feels empty in his heart, as if a large piece of it has been poached.
"My father is a geological engineer, and my mother also works in Dagang Petroleum. Together with me, our family of three used to have an establishment, but now...hey."
How does your family feel about establishment? Are you so persistent... Zhang Yuan began to wonder if Brother Qian had Shandong ancestry.
But Brother Qian still kept it to himself. His old man was not just an engineer, but the chief geologist of Dagang Petroleum!
He was a chief engineer-level figure. Not only did he have a high income, he also had a high status in the industry.
Otherwise, why are the two crosstalkers Guo and Yu so different in temperament, personality, and taste in life?
Because Brother Qian’s family is rich.
Only a happy and well-off family can cultivate optimistic and cheerful children.
But because of this, Brother Qian has never encountered any major obstacles since he was a child, but he did not expect that he would encounter them in middle age.
"Brother Qian, do you still want to say cross talk?" Zhang Yuan asked, but he knew the answer in his heart.
"Of course I want to. I have learned the craft for half my life. It would be a pity to throw it away. Besides, I love this too." Brother Qian opened another bottle of wine, and at the same time took out a pack of Zhongnanhai from his pants and took out a stick. Click on.
Where did you take this out... Zhang Yuan looked at it for a long time and realized that Brother Qian was wearing a pair of boxer shorts. Where did he hide this cigarette?
"Since you like it, then this matter can actually be solved, but it has to be done step by step."
"Do you still understand this?" Brother Qian kept talking and drank a sip. Bottle after bottle, cheeks flushed.
"What you need now is actually a place to live, so that you can feel at ease."
"When you have a place to stay, then you can find a place where you can do cross talk. Whether you can make money and become famous is another matter. "
"Yes." Brother Qian handed Zhang Yuan a cigarette, but he refused.
“But it’s not that easy to get a staff. Nowadays, the folk art troupes are in a downturn, and my own people are still rushing outside. Every carrot and a pit, how can there be any room left for me.”
"Don't worry, maybe I can help you solve it." "This is what you said. If it can't be solved, I will smash your door every day!" Brother Qian shook his body and replied with a smile.
He didn't take Zhang Yuan's words seriously at all.
On the second day, Zhang Yuan got up after three poles in the sun.
I drank a lot at the farewell party the night before, and after returning home, I drank five or six bottles of beer with Brother Qian, and my head still hurts.
After washing up and leaving the room, Zhang Yuan rubbed his eyes and was stunned.
The yard, which was still messy and smelly last night, has now returned to its former glory.
"The snail girl came to the house last night?"
The snail girl doesn't exist, but Mr. Curly does.
I saw Brother Qian holding a broom and mop, a sweat towel on his shoulders, wearing black rubber shoes, and washing the floor with a water pipe.
The wine bottles all over the yard have disappeared, and the garbage and dirt on the ground have been cleaned up. Not only is the strange smell gone, but there is also a fragrance of vegetation.
"Yuan, wake up." Brother Qian saw him getting up, turned around and said hello: "You can't drink enough, you can sleep for half a day after drinking so much."
"Are you energetic?" Zhang Yuan came to Brother Qian's side with a smile on his face, somewhat unexpectedly.
"Be careful of your worries... I chatted with you for a while last night, and my mood is much better. Life has to go on, and some things will pass after they pass." Yu Qian returned to his former generous state.
“It’s really over?”
“What else can we do?”
"I'm still thinking of helping you find a unit and establishment."
Zi! ! !
When Brother Qian heard this, he squeezed the rubber water pipe in his hand hard and the tap water splashed out for several meters.
“Are you serious?” Brother Qian turned around and Zhang Yuan hurriedly hid.
"Water, water, good fellow, nourish me all over. Fortunately you are not peeing!"
"I, I thought you were bragging after drinking too much." Brother Qian closed the water valve and handed Zhang Yuan a dry towel.
Since he was thirteen or fourteen years old, Brother Qian has been drinking a small amount of wine a day and a large amount of wine every three days. He has participated in countless drinking parties.
He knew very well that at the wine table, even if he slapped his chest and called him buddy, 99% of it would be irrelevant.
He thought Zhang Yuan was joking when he said that last night.
But even if it was a joke, it made him feel a lot better. He recognized this buddy.
"Let's go, we've contacted you, let's go take a look."
Brother Qian changed into a set of decent clothes and followed Zhang Yuan out the door.
His mind was confused along the way.
How can my cheap roommate, who is in his 20s, really help me so much?
You won’t take me to some small cross talk garden that no one goes to.
The two of them walked, not by car.
Pipiao Hutong is close to Dashilan, in Xicheng District of the imperial capital, and Zhang Yuan’s destination is also in Xicheng District.
After walking for half an hour, Zhang Yuan led Brother Qian to a stop in front of a solemn and rather large building.
"Brother Qian, we're here."
"This..." Yu Qian looked up and saw the plaque hanging high. He was shocked and speechless.
"Erqi Theater"
What is this place?
The railway art troupe’s home in the imperial capital!
"Can you find me a job here..." Brother Qian's eyes widened, but then he thought about it.
That’s right!
Didn't Director Yang Tao come over for dinner last time? He was the deputy chief of the railway art troupe.
Although the Imperial Music Troupe is considered a big troupe in the local area, compared with the Railway Art Troupe, the relationship between leg hair and thighs is small.
There are seven major art troupes in the country, five of which are affiliated units of the military, and the remaining two are the coal mine art troupe and the railway art troupe.
This troupe has more than 400 active actors, and more than 600 employees, extras, and temporary workers, including thousands of people.
“Okay, that’s great!” Brother Qian’s cheeks trembled with excitement.
"This is much bigger than the Imperial Capital Folk Art Troupe."
"If I can get in, even if I start from the bottom, it will be much better than wandering around."
"Zhang Yuan, I I don't know what to say..." Brother Qian held Zhang Yuan's hand, tears welling up in his eyes, extremely excited.
[Received a thank you from Yu Qian, crosstalk basics +8, stand-up comedy skills +10, allegro skills +6, breath control +9! 】
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to start from the bottom.”
At this moment, in the theater door, a middle-aged male figure was walking quickly towards the two of them...
(End of this chapter)