Teachers Guo Taoer and Yu Qian, who just appeared, caused cheers from the audience, including flowers and flowers, dolls, food, drinks, room cards, emmmm... the last pass.

Guo Taoer, who had been busy for three or four minutes, accepted all the gifts and placed them on the side of the stage and said with a smile: "Thank you, thank you for your support and various gifts. I am so flattered."

Yu Qianze was confused and wandering around the sky, and he didn't fall into his mouth at all and said, "Ah yes, do you guys praise him?"

As Yu Qianyi spoke, there was a smell of alcohol on the table, and it might have been accidentally splashed on his body when he was washing his stomach with water.

Guo Degang waved the air on the podium half truthfully and half falsely and said, "What does this one taste like?"

Yu Qiandao: "Hey, my eyes are confused."

Although some of the audience below didn't understand what it meant, they were laughing and applauding frequently.

Shaobing and Xiaosi, who had just left the court, were sitting on the backstage chair and were sweating.

Hearing the laughter coming to the backstage, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's worthy of being a golden partner. This Taiwanese fate is really amazing. After drinking so much wine, you can still wake up and praise him. Not to mention Mr. Yu's alcohol tolerance is OK."

Yue Yunpeng, who was on the side, glanced at Shaobing and said, "Who told you that Uncle Yu had sobered up? He just recognized me as Daniel Wu. Do you think he was awake?"

"Damn, what's the point of getting drunk? Can you just go on stage just like this? Don't die on the stage in the end if there was a performance accident." Shaobing jumped up from the chair and said in shock.

"Can you do not play? You have been standing on the stage for an hour and a half, and your last few riddles are almost brain teasers. If you are asked to stay for a while, you will still die on the stage. There is no way, Master can only take Mr. Yu on the stage. I can only hope that Master can hold the scene."

Meng Hetang also nodded and said, "What my senior brother said is right. I would rather die in front of the formation than die in the formation. It would be hard for the two senior brothers to work hard. Thanks to you who dragged it to death, otherwise it would be completely over."

Shaobing and Meng Hetang were also relatively ripe, and they didn't care so much about it. They said helplessly: "We are at most tired, but this is too dangerous. Xiao Meng, can't you let Mr. Yu drink less?"

Meng Hetang was also wronged and almost cried, "Senior brother, I really advised me to tell my godfather since 2 pm, but I really couldn't persuade him if he was angry. If I hadn't let me coax him over when I was drunk, I still don't know if I could come to Beijing Zhan."

After hearing this, Shaobing didn't know what to say, so she patted Meng Hetang on the shoulder and said, "I heard that Mr. Yu brought back a brother?"

Meng Hetang helplessly pointed to the only sofa in the backstage and said, "That's not the case, this big guy, the four of us worked together to move him up from the downstairs."

Shen Changle was standing beside him and was still asleep (?_?)

The stage is really lively now, so there is no need to say much about Guo Taoer's funny joke. The few small jokes in front of them made the audience feel rude.

Yu Qian had not woken up from drunkenness, and was still wandering around in the sky. He relied on his subconscious basic skills to support him. There were so many words.

But this makes a very important problem, that is, this kind of supporting actor is not conscious and cannot support the rhythm of the funny actor well and slowly lay the foundation to the point where he can get into the living

Here we refer to the basic structure of crosstalk. A complete piece of work can be separated into four structures: mattelling, mattelling, mattelling, and bottom. mattelling stage: self-introduction, some jokes make everyone cheerfully stir up the atmosphere; mattelling: From mattelling to mattelling, overly mattelling: What this crosstalk really wants to say, intuitive feeling - related to the title. mattelling: conclusion, usually it is also a small burden to make everyone smile.

And the embarrassing thing is that when Guo Taoer had laid the foundation for a long time, Yu Qian never took it and asked about the topic, just a simple little baggage.

Guo Taoer complained in her heart, but she didn't say at all: "Because we are originally an artist, and there are people who respect me wherever I go, so we can be considered half of the room."

Yu Qian asked, "What is a half-way walk? Isn't you talking about crosstalk?"

Guo Taoer said, "Go to you, who told you that I am a crosstalk and I am an art person." As he said that, Guo Taoer pretended to be a good person.

Yu Qiandao: "Okay, you don't look like an art person. I wonder if you thought you were stealing sweet potatoes at night, how could you accompany you?"

In fact, from here on, Yu Qian should have asked Guo Taoer what profession is. Guo Taoer said that she was a performer and then she started to get into the life.

Guo Taoer continued to investigate this issue and prevented it from getting out of the topic and said: "We are my uncles and uncles."

Yu Qian continued to say without saying a word, "What are you saying? What do you mean by uncles and uncles?"

Guo Taoer and Yu Qian have been having too much trouble here here, so there is no way Guo Taoer can only be a funny guy and a supporting guy to get into his own life.

Guo Taoer said: "Hi, I'm actually an opera singer, hum, hum, hum, hum," Guo Taoer pretended to be shy.

Yu Qian was wandering for a long time and didn't say anything.

Guo Taoer could only continue to be shy, lowered her head and patted the table with her hands and groaned.

Everyone laughed out loud.

Yu Qian took the conversation at this time and said, "Get up, what are the hipster smiles in singing!"

Guo Taoer continued, "Huh, isn't this excitement? Traditional art of singing opera." He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart and concealed another one.

Yu Qian continued: "Then what kind of music are you?"

Guo Taoer said with a thumbs up: "I learned Hebei Bangzi."

Yu Qiandao: "Oh Hebei Bangzi, that's good."

From here, I officially started to talk about Bangzi related.

Guo Taoer said: "Yes, I have also learned art since I was an elementary school and have been to perform in many places. People in the martial arts world are nicknamed Arsenic!"

Yu Qian said in surprise: "Wow, then you are an old poison."

The audience below laughed and applauded.

"That's right, I have a master." Guo Taoer said proudly.

Yu Qiandao: "Oh? Then what is your master?"

Guo Taoer said with a thumbs up: "The crane top is red!!"

Yu Qian said in a moment: "Oh, that's right, a family of ancestral poison."

The audience had not recovered from the burden, and they were so happy that they could not find the north. Applause rang through the entire theater one after another, and many people made a sound of "口..." and followed.

Guo Taoer also said proudly: "Yes, my stage name is sweet, I just said you have to listen to my performance, just like drinking poison, you can't even leave if you want to leave!"

"Hey, then you'll die here." Yu Qian complained.

Yu Qian continued, "Since that's the case, why don't you sing one for us here today, and everyone will say ok?"

The audience below applauded and applauded.

Guo Taoer's face turned bitter. He knew that it was still too early to cover Yu Qian for a long time. He had just started hiring, but the burden had been pushed out and he really couldn't be recycled. He had to smile with a smile: "Okay, since you support me so much, I'm really not polite."
Chapter completed!