Chapter 70 Depression
"Your name is Zhang Yuan, right?" A middle-aged man stepped out of the Erqi Theater and came to the two of them.
"Guoli has always praised you in front of me."
The visitor's name is Shi Fukuan, and he is a very famous cross talk actor.
This man briefly partnered with Zhang Guoli when he was in Sichuan, and later he was praised by Hou Yuewen, the successor of Hou Men.
In the early years, Hou Yuewen went to Chengdu to learn a local Sichuan opera called comedy from a gentleman named Wang Yongsuo.
Mr. Wang is the founder of comedy.
The big squirrel Wang Xun who often appeared in TV movies later had his master's name Shen Fa, and Wang Yongsuo was Shen Fa's master.
In terms of seniority, Wang Xun can be regarded as Wang Yongsuo's disciple, and Hou Yuewen should be regarded as his uncle.
At that time, Zhang Guoli met Hou Yuewen, and the two lived in the same house.
Also living in the same room was Gao Hongshun, whose father was Gao Yuanjun, a famous Shandong Kuaishu master and former vice chairman of the Quyi Association.
In addition, Master Liu Baorui's apprentice Zhou Wenyou was also there, and the young Zhang Guoli fell into the nest of a group of "second generation folk artists".
So Zhang Guoli himself has a high status in the traditional folk art world and can speak up.
Before going out today, Zhang Yuan made two phone calls.
The first one, of course, was to Yang Tao. After all, he was not the head of the branch, but the deputy head of the group. In the entire railway art troupe, he was almost one person lower than a thousand people.
After Zhang Yuan told him this, the other party agreed without even thinking about it.
Of course Yang Tao gave Zhang Yuan enough face. At the same time, he also heard Zhang Yuan say that he learned all his "artistic germs" from this roommate, so Yang Tao thought to himself, this The roommates should be pretty capable.
The second call he made was to Zhang Guoli.
As Brother Qian said, if the environment changes, from a small troupe to a large troupe, everything has to be started from scratch.
In ancient times, the crosstalk industry was in the same category as the jugglers who performed tricks, performed tricks, and had their chests shattered. They were all jocks and lakers trying to make a living.
Jianghu people are all good people and are not easy to mess with.
It is said in "Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses", "Cars, boats, shops, legs and teeth, even if they are not guilty, they should be killed!"
Although the cross talkers are not like this kind of hateful Jianghu people, this is The industry is also contaminated with a lot of traditional dross.
Most of the old artists are even proficient in Jianghu Chundian, sharing a set of slang with Green Forest Road.
Think about it, if a stranger suddenly comes to such a group of people, or if he comes from a different job, will it be easy at first?
In line with the principle of sending Buddha to the West, Zhang Yuan asked Zhang Guoli to help arrange for his old friend Shi Fukuan to take care of Yu Qian.
“Guoli’s allegro, cross talk, and oral are all good. I can’t stop watching him. He’s also quite handsome.” Teacher Shi Fukuan is very kind.
"This junior only knows some basics, Uncle Guoli is so complimentary."
Quite modest, neither arrogant nor impetuous, not bad.
For an ordinary boy of this age, the corner of his mouth would be turned up when I praise him a few times, but this one is neither happy nor sad, neither humble nor arrogant.
Shi Fukuan nodded, this kid has some determination.
"Mr. Shi, I learned these basics from brother Yu Qian. I am here today just for his business."
Brother Qian was very excited on the side and stepped forward. , bowed his waist and lowered his head, his face full of spring.
"Mr. Shi, my name is Yu Qian. When you came to the Imperial Art School in 1985, I sat in the third row."
"You are... I remember it!" Shi Fukuanyi Slap on the forehead: "The fat little white guy in the third row is tearing up textbooks and rolling cigarettes. It must be you."
"It's me, it's me."
"Hey, you've grown so big. I didn't notice it when you were a kid, but your hair is still curly?"
"It's permed."
The two men started chatting.
“In 1985, Brother Qian must have been 16, so he started rolling his own cigarettes and smoking them.”
"Sure enough, the third child has been doing this since elementary school."
In those days, the behavior was called "rolling the cannon", and they only did it because they had no money and were frustrated.
Yu Qian was also a social person, and soon he became so familiar with Mr. Shi that he became like an old friend.
“Come, I will take you to report.”
Then it depends on Brother Qian’s own ability, but Zhang Yuan knows that in terms of cross talk talent, he ranks among the top ten in the country, no, the top In the fifth middle school, there must be more than modest.
He only needs to go on stage to show off once, and with Shi Fukuan's blessing, he will soon be able to gain a foothold in the group.
The three of them walked around the theater and chatted for a while before Zhang Yuan left in advance.
His mission has been completed.
When he stepped onto the steps of the theater, Brother Qian called him from behind.
"Zhang Yuan!" He came up and hooked his shoulder. It seemed that he had endless strength, and he wouldn't let go of him.
"Tonight, we won't go home until we get drunk!"
"Okay, as long as you don't cook, anything is fine."
"From today on, you are My dear brother, if I can help you in the future, just ask.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t be polite.”
Brother Qian turned back three times with each step, as happy as if he wanted to get married, and kept waving to him to thank him.
[Received thanks from Yu Qian, Basic Tongue Twister +3, Basic Guankou +2, Basic Ping Opera +3, Basic Kuaishu +4, Basic Stand-up Comic +6, Singing Skills +5 (Rock) ! 】
Whether he is really grateful or not, Zhang Yuan can tell just by looking at his attributes.
This wave has completely wiped out Brother Qian’s background.
After leaving Erqi Theater, Zhang Yuan walked towards home, but did not return to the courtyard.
Instead, he wandered around and came to a teahouse...
The Pipiao Hutong where Zhang Yuan lived was not far from Qianmen Dashanlan.
During the period of the Queen Mother of the West in the late Qing Dynasty, there was a left minister named Yigu of the Ministry of War. He was a Jinshi in the 18th year of Guangxu's reign. He later joined the family of Minister of Internal Affairs Ronglu and served as General Suiyuan.
This man has a house in Dashilan. It was built in the first year of Jiaqing. It was transferred many times and was converted into a theater building, named "Guangde Building".
Cheng Changgeng and Yu Sansheng, both known as the old masters of Peking Opera, have performed here for a long time.
It can be said that this house is the birthplace of Peking Opera.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, a fire completely burned Guangde Building.
At that time, the folk art form of octagonal drum in the imperial capital was popular, so Mr. Lao She combined it with practical policies and wrote a new play "Willow Tree Well" that eulogized the marriage law.
Mr. Xiangyu was very impressed after watching it. In order to find a suitable performance venue for this play, he decided to build a new theater on the site of Guangde Building, called "Qianmen Small Theater".
In 2000, the old city of the imperial capital was renovated. As a well-known old theater, Qianmen Small Theater was fortunate to be renovated and preserved and renamed "Guangde Building".
It can be said that this house has had many ill-fated fortunes, but it continues to rise from the ashes.
After Zhang Yuan left Erqi Theater, he walked to Guangde Building.
It was already mid-October after filming "The Legend of Heaven and Dragon Sword". The rainy season should have passed in the imperial capital during this month.
But halfway through Zhang Yuan's walk, a downpour occurred, accompanied by several muffled thunders, which hit the slate floor tiles of Qianmen Street hard.
The day was about to change. He didn’t bring an umbrella, so he quickly ran a few steps towards Guangde Building.
At this time, there were three people standing under the eaves at the entrance of the theater. They were tall, short, fat, thin, old, weak, sick, and disabled.
I saw a tall and thin young man playing Allegro. His eyes were as big as pissed cow balls.
Besides there is an old man with crooked shoulders, who is following his lyrics to attract customers.
In front of these two people, stood a fat little black man with parted hair, nodding and bowing to the passers-by, and chanting.
“The Imperial Capital Cross Talk Conference, take a look!”
"Come and listen to a paragraph. We have hot tea and melon seeds. If you don't want to eat and drink for free, just stand up and leave."
"You can come in to take shelter from the rain and listen to two paragraphs."
However, he is eloquent and sincere, but in this heavy rain, who is willing to stop?
In order to attract customers, the little black fat man kept coming forward. The rain had already wet his clothes, not to mention his shoes and socks, which could be squeezed out of water.
"Master Zhang, I'm sorry, the skylights will be opened today." Seeing that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, the man turned around and said to the old man with crooked shoulders.
"Not a single ticket has been sold yet. Let's try again." The old man was a little stubborn.
"The wind is half as strong and the rain is gone. The old saying is indeed true." The big-eyed man who was playing the board stopped what he was doing, lowered his head and sighed.
The little black fat man supported the old man and was about to go into the house.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan's running footsteps caused waves of water, and he ducked and hid under the eaves of Guangde Building.
Then he looked at these three people.
All are familiar faces.
Old man Zhang Wenshun, the big-eyed Li Li Jing, and Guo Degang, who will be all-powerful in the future but has not yet shaved off his love.
The three of them have given up soliciting customers and are walking inside.
Mr. Zhang Wenshun is not in good health and has been caught in the rain. Now he has started to cough.
"Master Zhang, be careful where you step."
At this moment, a smiling male voice came from behind the three of them, like a bright light falling in the cloudy sky.
"Excuse me, do we still sell tickets here?"
(End of this chapter)