In early November, the capital was still warm. People had already put on long sleeves and added jackets. Today is one of the rare windless days in the capital, so the warmth and cold are suitable, which just allows Su Budong to have fun.

Fan Ming brought Sun Bo, Jin Ming, Fan Jinglei, and Zhou Guanglong. This was the lineup for going abroad to perform with them. The younger generation was afraid that they would offend others, so they didn't call him.

But enough.

Coupled with Fan Ming and Su Budong, this lineup is luxurious.

Fan Ming invited them to his home, and Su Budong said, "Your master, that is, my senior brother, has been wronged, so I want to find a place for him today. Let's go to the overpass to set up a stand. Everyone is a famous person. If you are in a dilemma, I will not blame you. After all, this is going to offend people. But when you arrive at the overpass, then we should not be shy. The audience is God, so we must play with our arms. Everyone?" Su Budong glanced at everyone.

Sun Bo is a funny guy, and he usually talks about funny guys: "Bu Dong, although we are older than you in our grade, we are not as strong as you in terms of backbone. We are all men who are in charge. When we see the master being humiliated, there is no reason to be rude? So when I came, I discussed with Jin Bo. Even if we were fired by the Quyi Troupe because of this, we would be willing."

Jin Bo nodded in agreement.

"Okay! Where are you guys, Brother Fan and Brother Zhou?" Su Budong was moved.

"We dare to come, just to go shamelessly for his mother." Fan Jinglei said. "Is it, Guanglong?"

"right."

"If you have a word, let's start discussing." After the idea was decided, Su Budong began discussing the program.

This time is different from the last performance. It is actually a bit difficult for three pairs of crosstalk actors to support a performance. But no matter how difficult it is, there is a way.

"In the past, the overpass was to attract audiences. I heard from the master and the others that the master wanted to write in Baisha. Who can do this?"

Zhou Guanglong smiled slightly: "I can."

"OK."

Several people discussed it again, and it was almost the same. Su Budong called a car and pulled all the people to the overpass.

At this time, Wang Yue was directing someone to set up the audio directly under the Tianqiao Theater.

Su Budong saw him from a distance, waved his hand, walked closer and asked, "How is the matter you asked you to do?"

"Fortunately, I did not insult my fate." Wang Yue said with a smile.

"That's great." Su Budong nodded.

"Not only that, I also made a vertical poster." Wang Yue also asked someone to make a background wall with Su Budong and Fan Ming's crosstalk special performances.

Su Budong gave a thumbs up: "Thoughtful." This background wall can be regarded as the backstage, and a few people are waiting behind the background wall. In fact, there are not so many things to pay attention to now.

It was almost time to get off work. The speaker set up the speaker and tried it. Su Budong and the others started to attract audiences.

"Master, it's broken!" Luan Gang rushed into the backstage and saw Zhu Li drinking tea, and hurriedly said.

"What's the matter? I'm so anxious?" Zhu Li said with a sip of tea.

"Someone is playing outside the Tianqiao Theater. It seems that they are coming for us?"

"Who is so ignorant? How dare you sing against us? Are you crazy?"

"I've asked someone to go and see it. Su Budong and Fan Ming are here."

Zhu Li's tea almost spread all over.

"What? Are they here?" Zhu Li quickly got up and went to the theater door to see. Sure enough, he saw Su Budong and Fan Ming. Not only that, he also saw Zhou Guanglong and Fan Jinglei.

"Master, what should I do? At the beginning, our audience was pulled away by them."

"The audience is stupid. If you don't sit in the theater seats, go outside and stand to watch their performances like this?" Zhu Li snorted. "It's okay, let's watch it first. We'll start the show when the time comes."

After hearing Zhu Li's words, Luan Gang's heart was slightly relieved, "Okay, I'll stare."

Luan Gang saw Zhou Guanglong writing on the ground.

"Master, what is Zhou Guanglong doing?"

"White sand writes, the old man used to gather the audience on the overpass."

"I haven't seen you tried this. I'll teach me one day?" Luan Gang said.

"Hmph, the trick of the divine cuckold is not fashionable now. Why are you learning this?" Although Zhu Li said that, in fact, he could not write in Baisha except for his neat words! What are you going to teach me!

Luan Gang knew what his master was and knew that this guy didn't know, so he didn't expose it and said, "Yes, who can go to the street to write this?"

I heard Zhou Guanglong sing: "One character is sprinkled out a beam, two characters are sprinkled out a short upper and a long horizontal line; three characters are sprinkled out a horizontal line to see the shape of Sichuan characters, four characters are sprinkled out a four corner and four square; five characters are sprinkled out a half side, six characters are sprinkled out a three-point and a long horizontal line; seven characters are sprinkled out a phoenix spreads its wings, eight characters are sprinkled out a one-way stroke and a one-way stroke to divide yin and yang; nine characters are sprinkled out a golden hook and fish alone, cross characters are sprinkled out a one-way stroke and stand in the center."

At this time, there were people who got off work and took a walk, and there were more and more people.

Some people who often listen to crosstalk know that this is Baisha’s unique skill in writing, and sighed: “Wow, Baisha has been lying on the word, I haven’t seen it in some years.”

"What is the word "White Sha"?" asked a young young man.

"Hey, let's go until the late Qing Dynasty. If you are poor, you are not afraid of the old gentlemen who are talking crosstalk in the open air on the overpass. At that time, you can't say in the teahouse and you can't attract customers, so they used white marble powder to sprinkle words on the ground to attract audiences."

"Are you afraid of being poor?"

"Have you heard of the Eight Monsters on the Sky Bridge?"

"I heard it, but I don't know who it is."

"I'm not afraid of being poor, vinegar and ointment, Han Mazi, bald man, Tian Crook, ugly grandson, buzzing nose, often fools, these eight people are called the Eight Monsters of the World Bridge. I'm not afraid of being poor, I'm not afraid of being named the 'Eight Monsters of the World Bridge' by Cixi." The old man likes to fiddle with knowledge: "The white sand is the skill of crosstalk actors in the past when they were eating. Unfortunately, there are not many people who know this craft now."

"Do you tell me if there is any trick here?" The young man became interested.

"You see the other white marble powder in the cloth pocket on his waist. In addition to this, you have to prepare two other things to be considered formal."

"Which two?"

"One piece is a broom, and it also needs a pair of bamboo boards."

"Why are these two things different?"

"Hey, it's not that you are a layman. Don't you bring it to wipe it after you finish writing it? After you wipe it, you'll start a show."

"Senior, please ask me again. Why do I look at the poster and say it is Su Budong and Fan Ming's crosstalk special? I remember that Tianqiao Theater was not a crosstalk performance of Zhu Li and Luan Gang today?"

"Hmph, this is blocking the door. Anyway, there is a good show to watch." The old man smiled and sounded the show.

"Add a pen in the cross, pronounce the word "Qian", Zhao Kuangyin sent a grandmother to Jingniang for thousands of miles; a pen in the nine characters was added to the word "Zan", and a king of pills was tasted first; a pen in the eight characters was added to the word "gong", and a righteous man counted Song Jiang; a white character was added to the word "Zao", and Tian Sansao had divided her family and called the king of soap; a pen in the six characters was added to the word "big", and a big knife Guan Sheng was famous; a pen in the five characters was added to the word "wu", and Wu Zixu Bao drove across the Yangtze River; a pen in the four characters was added to the word "Si", and a jellyfish in the city of Sizhou City was found for husband; a pen in the three characters was added to the word "wang", and the Monkey King of the Monkey King; a pen in the second character was added to the word "tu", and the landlord rushed to the clams-he was panicked; a pen in the first character was added to the word "Ding", and a man carved a wooden note and carved a wooden note with his parents."

"Hey, he's going back."

"Yes, this is called "Cropse", which means saying some auspicious words."

"Everyone, I just showed my skills. This is called the word "Baisha Sa". In the past, it was because crosstalk was an open-air performance, so it needed to attract audiences. Now that people are almost there, our performance will officially begin." Zhou Guanglong said a few simple opening remarks and began to say a stand-up crosstalk.

It is best for Chinese people to join in the fun. After a while, the place where the stage is set up will be filled with people.

"It's Zhou Guanglong! Didn't Sun Jinglei come?"

"Here, I'm sitting behind the background."

"What a situation today? I feel like this is bigger than the cards in the theater."

"Hey, don't care. Anyway, we will listen to which one does not spend money."

"Yes, yes." Everyone agreed.

"Master, Zhou Guanglong said he had a stand-alone speech." Luan Gang went back to report.

"Let's start too, suppress them." Zhu Li stood up and looked at the audience on the side curtain. He found that the audience was sparse and not full.

"What's going on?"

"Maybe there was a traffic jam on the road?" Luan Gang said. Of course he knew what was going on. Su Budong and the others stopped everyone outside. But isn't there fewer people coming in?

"Fuck, where can I block such a big land in Tianqiao Theater? Let's start the show first, let Xiao Xu and the others stretch the show for a while and stretch it to the full seat."

"Okay." Luan Gang was helpless. Su Budong was clearly going to fight against the opposite side, and his grandson was too hurt.

Zhou Guanglong said a stand-up call "Kimboy You", which is Ma Ye's classic, not too long, and it is enough to attract audiences.

The second scene was when Fan Jinglei came up. The two of them talked about a traditional crosstalk "Yellow Crane Tower", named from the Peking Opera of the same name, which was a work of Le Zi. Fan Jinglei was a food gift from God, and his singing skills were excellent. However, in this crosstalk, he played a fan who pretended to be wise, so he was particularly careful in grasping and shaping characters.

Many crosstalk fans who came to Tianqiao Theater to listen to crosstalk are half an expert. When they heard this passage of "Yellow Crane Tower" by Fan Jinglei and Zhou Guanglong, many people sighed: "It's amazing."

How can it be? It’s both size and singing skills. The so-called expert looks at the skills, while the layman watches the fun.

These two people used real kung fu, so they grabbed the audience at once.

"I heard that in order to study this crosstalk, Fan Jinglei went to the theater to listen to Mr. Luo's Huanghe Tower dozens of times, just to put his life away."

"The drama is bigger than the sky, this is the attitude that a crosstalk should have."

The audience in the theater actually paid for tickets to come in. When they heard the sounds outside were more lively than in the theater, many people sneaked out to listen. This way, there were even fewer people in the theater.

The two brothers on the stage became less and less powerful when they talked, and in the end there were few audiences left behind.

"Master, it's broken."

"Why did it break?"

"The people are almost gone."

"Ah?" Zhu Li ran to the side curtain again to see. Sure enough, everyone was almost exposing. He was so angry that he trembled all over. "Are there any rules? They are disturbing our normal performances! I called to find the leaders of the District Cultural Bureau." Because he often appeared on the screen and knew many people, he also gave many tickets to the leaders of the Cultural Bureau to maintain their relationship in this performance, so he quickly went to call.

After a while, the two young actors were listless and used up all their work, and they were both sad when they stepped down.

Inside and outside the theater, it can be said that ice and fire are two different heavens.

However, the theater is deserted, but the outside is very lively.
To be continued...