"My book is called "Harry Potter"!"
On the stage, after Zhang Yuan said these words steadily, the audience fell silent.
Mr. Yuan Kuocheng, who was eavesdropping behind the curtain at the exit door, felt bad!
The most feared thing about performances, especially live performances, is the cold start.
For ordinary young actors, once they encounter a cold scene, many of them will instantly lose their confidence, their minds will go blank, and their originally well-known lines will disappear in an instant.
But he raised his head and looked at Zhang Yuan's profile.
This guy's face remained calm, his heart didn't beat, and he didn't tremble at all.
“Good intentions!”
Mr. Yuan asked himself that when he was on stage in his teens, he also shivered, which was not a shame.
But it is indeed rare to see someone who is so calm.
The DV was turned on in the audience, and Liu Shishi, the junior sister who helped with the recording, also frowned with a grimace on her face.
"Will junior brother be sad?"
But before she could think about it, half of the audience in the stadium burst into cheers!
“Hahaha, okay!”
“This is the first time I’ve seen someone talking about Harry Potter.”
"It's not like I haven't been able to find him anywhere for five thousand years."
"With his appearance, I'm willing to listen to anything he says."
"Huh..." Mr. Yuan Kuocheng saw someone. I'm glad to see it and feel relieved.
“Some people really like it, that’s good.”
Liu Shishi also relaxed her tangled brows, put on a smile, and continued recording.
Except for those supportive viewers, most of whom were female viewers, many old viewers who came specifically for Mr. Yuan Kuocheng did not take it seriously.
People love to listen to traditional old programs such as "Three Heroes and Five Righteousness", "Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin", "The Romance of the Gods", and "The Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties".
It is normal to have no reaction at all when hearing the four characters "Harry Potter".
"So, where does the story start?" Zhang Yuan remained motionless, waiting patiently for the audience to become quiet again before he spoke.
“Our place is called Guangde Building, located in the Second Ring Road of the Imperial Capital.”
"The place where this story happened is not far from Guangde Building, it's called London."
"Hey..." Cheers immediately came from the audience.
"He seems to be more relaxed than when he talked about "Dragon Babu" last time." Mr. Yuan Kuocheng nodded behind the curtain.
“I saw only one person, eight feet tall, riding a three-wheeled chariot.”
“How good this chariot is.”
"The height from hoof to back is eight feet, the length from head to tail is two feet, the front crotch is wide and the back crotch is narrow. I can walk a thousand times a day and eight feet a night!"
Old audience in the audience, look at me, let me see Look at you.
This word is familiar.
Is this a description of a motorcycle?
Isn’t this a word about red rabbit and horse?
"This big man has a thorny beard, and his facial features can't be seen clearly. His big eyes are dazzling."
"Getting off the motorcycle, this man is walking like a dragon and a tiger, and he looks like an iron tower! ”
Now this group of old storytelling viewers also discovered it.
The story is a new one, but the style and expression are all old traditions.
The words, phrases and descriptions used are all ready-made from old jokes.
Those who knew it were Hagrid riding a motorcycle, but those who didn’t know thought Zhang Fei was riding a jade horse.
“Hey, that’s interesting.”
Those who were originally skeptical saw the familiar words coming to their ears, and they gradually became willing to calm down and listen first. .
It doesn’t matter if you listen to it, you can really feel it after listening to it.
You know, most of Zhang Yuan’s storytelling attributes were borrowed from Mr. Yuan.
What level is the old man at?
If you have one successful ability, you can make a living in this industry. If you have three successful abilities, you are a good storyteller.
"Before leaving, Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and a wave of silver light flew out, covering the baby with the scar on his head."
"So far. , the boy who survived came to No. 4, Privet Drive! "
It only takes half an hour to write a book.
This is a new show. I have to find out whether I am as popular as the old man in the storytelling circle and get a feel for it.
Speaking of this, Zhang Yuan slapped Xingmu hard, raised his voice, and gave up.
“If you want to know what happened next time, let’s listen to the explanation next time!”
“Okay!” There were many more cheers this time than when the book opened!
At the beginning, only some pretty girls in the audience cheered.
After he finished speaking, many of the audience members who came to listen to Mr. Yuan were fascinated and clapped their hands in applause.
When you listen to Mr. Yuan Kuocheng, you listen to people.
Everyone is familiar with the story he told.
When I came to listen to Zhang Yuan, I listened to both stories and people.
First of all, the story is not bad. In addition, Zhang Yuan is also stable on stage, pronounces clearly, does not rush or slow, and is comfortable to listen to.
Backstage.
Mr. Yuan sat on the chair early and rested while waiting for him.
The old man is getting older. It is unrealistic to stand behind the curtain and eavesdrop all the time. It is too tiring.
And he didn’t need to hear more.
He was worried when it started, but after only listening for three to five minutes, he had a good idea.
"He has improved a lot compared to before!"
A layman can only watch the excitement, but an expert can watch the door.
Whether the story is good or not, whether it is attractive or not, whether it is popular or not, these old men don’t have to look at it.
He only had to look at Zhang Yuan's breathing, rhythm, and articulation to understand.
Teacher Guo’s evaluation was the same as when he talked about "Geographical Map" before.
crisp!
In the field of folk music, crispy is a complimentary word. If it is used to describe a person's voice, it means that the person's voice is bright and clear, and every word is clean and not stuck to each other.
There are also some talented actors, such as Wang Zhiwen.
Listen to the lines. Even if it is a long line of several hundred words, the audience can clearly understand what he is saying without subtitles.
“You’re back.” When Mr. Yuan Kuocheng saw him returning to the backstage, he waved and called him to his side.
"Just now you said that when two people are talking, they should add more eye contact..."
"The fan on the table can be used more flexibly..."
"Words and You can leave a little more time between words to give the audience time to react..."
Guo Yu and Mr. Hou were all watching.
The expressions of these three are different.
Teacher Guo bit his lip with a look of envy on his face.
"Mr. Yuan Kuocheng teaches the job in person, or on the spot..."
Needless to say, Mr. Yuan's level of skills, no matter how many people spend money to get his on-site teaching. .
Teacher Guo also studied storytelling, but of course, like cross talk, he did not have any apprenticeship.
He knew very well how rare it was to have such an old gentleman give advice.
Now he was holding his breath, holding his ears straight, and wanted to steal a few tricks from his master.
Brother Qian was different. He could see the purpose of Zhang Yuan's trip at a glance.
"Mr. Hou, Mr. Yuan, he is not going to let anyone go."
Brother Qian is a master of seeing through things without telling them. He smiled without saying a word.
“Looking at Mr. Yuan’s caring look, I guess it won’t be long before the old man himself will have to raise the issue of accepting a disciple.”
"Besides..."
Brother Qian calmly glanced at Liu Shishi who had just arrived backstage from the auditorium, holding a DV player in his hand and his eyes firmly locked on Zhang Yuan.
“This kid is blocking both sides!”
“Mr. Yuan regards that girl as his granddaughter.”
“In the end, Zhang Yuan took care of that girl first, with her by his side "Blow wind, can this happen?"
"If he can have two masters, Mr. Hou Sanye and Mr. Yuan Kuocheng at the same time."
"Wouldn't he be able to go sideways in the Quyi School from now on!"
Brother Qian made the final decision.
“He killed two birds with one stone.”
In fact, he missed one bird.
Hou Yuewen, who was beside Guo and Yu, kept shaking his head.
“It’s so scary!”
“How old is he?”
“The cross talk is like this, and the storytelling is also like this.”
< br>“Both are masters.”
Mr. Hou thought before that Mr. Yuan Kuocheng had no apprentice, but Zhang Yuan said that he wanted to learn storytelling from him.
He also doubted whether Zhang Yuan was exaggerating.
Now I see Mr. Yuan’s seriousness when speaking to him!
Not a disciple is better than a disciple.
“If Mr. Yuan really doesn’t accept disciples, how many people would be rushing to get him at his level, if he is an art master.”
"By the way, the key point is that he can also act!"
"It seems that his overall ability is even better than Xiao Guo."
Hou Yuewen is not talking nonsense about this. .
Teacher Guo’s acting skills are obvious to all, and his singing skills are like a bangzi flavor in everything.
In terms of overall strength, Brother Qian is evenly matched with Zhang Yuan.
After all, this guy is good at acting, cross talk, stand-up comedy, rock and roll, and even knows how to navigate...
"Do you understand?" Mr. Yuan talked for half an hour, and the others stood still. Then listen.
Even Hou Yuewen is honest. After all, in terms of seniority, he is one generation above his father.
“Have no idea.” Zhang Yuan frowned and nodded slightly.
"Hey..." Mr. Yuan was happy when he heard what he said.
If he nods and says he understands everything, it means that he only heard it, not listened to it.
Seeing how down-to-earth Zhang Yuan was, the old man started to love talents.
The truth is. "Slowly realize it."
"By the way, I heard that your book is not finished yet, right?"
"Yes, I plan to finish the first novel in two or three weeks." Zhang Yuan answered truthfully.
"Okay, I've been here lately, so you can queue up behind me every day." Mr. Yuan arranged it.
"Ouch!" Teacher Guo secretly screamed in his heart.
“This kid is very lucky!”
“Mr. Yuan said this because he plans to give him a little extra time every day!”
Teacher Guo is even willing to buy a copy of "Harry Potter" and read it himself.
It turns out the old man is good at this!
After finishing the book, Zhang Yuan’s goal for today was completely achieved.
“The old man is willing to teach me, which means he recognizes my progress and ability.”
“But haste makes waste.”
"Old artists are more reserved by nature. He does not accept apprentices. The main reason is that he is too senior and his level is too high, so he cannot easily accept people."
Think about it, with Mr. Yuan Kuocheng's seniority, if he accepts apprentices, Disciple, no matter who is in his 60s or 70s in the entire industry, there will immediately be an extra uncle. Who can bear this?
For example, Mr. Ma Zhiming, the son of Master Ma Sanli, does not accept disciples because he is too senior.
You know, Yuan Kuocheng is 15 years older than Ma Zhiming, but they are peers. Who dares to let Mr. Ma accept a disciple?
Give the old man a taxi. If he hadn't dragged him hard, he would have wanted to take the bus home.
"Mr. Yuan, see you tomorrow."
"Hey, see you tomorrow."
"You boy, you are so lucky." Mr. Hou walked up and patted him on the shoulder : "I'm leaving too."
After chatting with Guo Yuer for a while, Brother Qian pursed his lips.
“Hey, take care of your senior sister first.”
Turning around, Liu Shishi was holding the DV player tightly, silently waiting at the side.
"Yes, I have to take her home."
Mr. Yuan handed her over to him for escort. The old man was so brave.
"Junior brother~" At this time, the little senior sister's voice when calling him was softer and softer than before.
“You look so handsome on stage.”
She is different from other girls. She has been influenced by traditional folk arts since she was a child and is willing to read storytellers and sing operas.
"This." She pointed to the DV player: "Can you give me a copy."
"When I finish everything, I will give you a complete set."
< br>"It's a deal, hook up!" She still loves to hook up her fingers just like when we first met.
"How about I come here every day to listen to your story and help you record it."
After pulling the hook, she put her hands behind her back, shook her body and said.
"You still have to go to class. You have been on leave for so long, so you don't have to make up for it."
"Yes." As she said this, she pouted reluctantly.
"Next time, when you have a holiday, come to my house to play."
Then close the door, hey hey hey...
We stopped a taxi with her and took her back to the community where she lived.
I don’t dare to cuddle in the community for fear of being discovered by parents and neighbors.
Back home, I found a print shop nearby, burned the contents of the DV cassette into a disc, and then put it into a translucent CD box.
Sit down in the room, start the computer you just bought, and open QQ.
Yuan: Are you there?
An Ran Ruofeng: Why are you looking for me?
“Ha, I’ve practiced it, and my recovery speed is much faster than before.” Zhang Yuan replied with a smile.
Yuan: Tell me your home address and I will give you a gift.
An Ranruofeng: A gift?
An Ran Ruofeng: It can’t be something weird!
Yuan: Just say whether you want it or not.
The other party quickly and honestly sent out his home address.
"Villa area..." Zhang Yuan looked at the address and fell into deep thought.
"Some people are born in Rome, and some people are born as mules and horses. This sentence is absolutely true."
I found a marker and wrote two big words on the CD cover. Finally, he went out and found a courier company.
In 2004, in the imperial capital, none of the three connections and one connection worked well, and SF Express was still operating in the south.
There is a local express company called Xiaohongma that is very efficient, but after 2009, it was so crowded that it could no longer survive.
After paying a few dollars for postage, he returned home carefree.
The next day, evening.
"Sissi, do you have your mail?" Liu Xiaoli, wearing a loose black nightgown, knocked on her daughter's room with a package.
Although Aunt Liu watches closely, she respects her daughter's privacy very much.
In those days, it was common for parents to peek into their children's diaries and secretly open their children's letters. They handed the items intact to Liu Qianqian.
"Oh, it's mine!"
"Who sent it?"
"Uh...sing!" Liu Qianqian rolled her eyes and took her own My friend Shu Chang acted as a backer.
"Okay, I'm leaving." Liu Xiaoli did not forget to close the door.
Liu Qianqian was wearing pink pajamas and sitting on the bed reading a book.
After her mother left, she still held the book and continued to flip through it.
But the two little ears are not idle either.
After hearing her mother's footsteps fading away, she jumped up from the bed and opened the email that was placed on the desk.
Tear... can't wait to tear open the package, and then...
The corners of Liu Qianqian's mouth drooped.
“You promised to give me a gift, but why is it a bare-looking CD?”
Turning it over, I found a slightly scrawled “promise” written on the CD box. She tilted her head in confusion.
"Promise...is this the name of the movie?"
She thought about it and realized she had never heard of this movie.
Then his face turned red.
"He, he, he won't send me the kind of film that Se Se does!"
Don't look shy and blush, but he moves very quickly.
There was a TV and DVD in the room. She kicked her bare feet and ran to lock the door, then trotted to close the curtains, and then hurriedly inserted the disc into the machine.
Then he sat nervously in front of the bed, holding the sheets with both hands, as if he was cautiously planning to turn off the TV at any time.
"Pah-pah-pah-pah..."
Not long after, a series of intense popping sounds came from the TV.
Liu Qianqian took a closer look, this is... a stage?
The people on the stage look familiar...
It's Zhang Yuan!
Her little mouth grew into an O shape, and she had never seen Zhang Yuan wearing a coat.
"Stern, like an old man."
"Hehe, but he's still quite handsome." She didn't know why, but after seeing Zhang Yuan, she held her chin with one hand and smiled. Set your mind and watch carefully.
“The book we are talking about today is called.”
"Harry Potter!"
After Zhang Yuan in the video spit out these four characters, Liu Qianqian's hands shook slightly.
Then the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, and he almost grinned to his ears.
"He didn't forget..."
Press the pause button, pick up the CD case from the table, and look at the word "agreement" on it.
"He has not forgotten our agreement."
During the audition for "Legend of Sword and Fairy", Zhang Yuan had promised to tell her about "Harry Potter".
It’s just that she was too busy with work, and she was out for half a month, so she had no time.
Liu Qianqian asked him if he remembered when they said goodbye at the airport.
Of course he remembers!
Brother Qian said he killed two birds with one stone.
Hit Hou Yuewen and Yuan Kuocheng.
Actually, one is missing.
Here, it’s this silly bird wiping away its tears.
Siha...Siha...Liu Qianqian wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.
She always thought that Zhang Yuan had forgotten about this a long time ago.
If it were before, she would have gone to question him angrily.
But after visiting Treasure Island, her temperament became much calmer.
There are some things that she hides herself.
But hiding it doesn’t mean that you don’t care and are not aggrieved.
Now that I saw that Zhang Yuan had not forgotten it, all the emotions that had been suppressed in my heart surged into my heart.
But after crying for half a minute, she laughed again.
Hiding his red head into the goose down pillow, he kicked his feet back and forth against the mattress.
While kicking, he giggled "hehehehe".
“He didn’t forget.”
"He hasn't forgotten."
"Hahaha, he remembers it all."
Walling on the bed, going crazy, laughing wildly for a while, she messed up her hair and sat up again, Come to the computer.
An Ran Ruofeng: I have received the gift!
Yuan: Do you like it?
An Ran Ruofeng: I like it so much...delete it, delete it...just so so.
Yuan: Just like it.
Liu Qianqian: ...
Did I say I like it!
The feeling of being seen through made her grit her teeth.
Yuan: This is the first copy. After I finish, I will send them to you one after another.
After hesitating for a long time, Sissi replied with a smile.
An Ran Ruofeng: Well, I'll wait.
After the chat, she returned to the TV, smiled sweetly, and pressed the play button.
This storytelling makes her blush even more than Sese's video... (End of chapter)