"Hey, by the way, is the Tianjin troupe here?"
Yuan Pingxu took a sip of hot tea and purred, seeming to have forgotten all the troubles he had just had.
"Don't worry, we arrived a long time ago and settled down early in the morning. Now they are staying at the Nanping Hotel in the city. According to your instructions, they are now nourished!"
The young officer closed the report document in his hand, as if the matter was over.
"Later, please ask Miss Jiji and tell her that I will take her to the theater in the east of the city to listen to a play this afternoon."
"yes!"
Yuan Pingxu waved his hand and said: "Go down. Let me rest for a while."
The young officer nodded and was about to leave when he was stopped by Yuan Pingxu again.
"Hey, leave the report for me."
"yes."
With that said, the young officer placed the report document in his hand where Yuan Pingxu could reach it.
Yuan Pingxu closed his eyes to rest, but his heart was still restless, as if there was a fire burning in his heart.
Looking back, he has fought too many battles since he became famous.
I can't remember how many times I have escaped from the hail of bullets and crawled out of the sea of blood and corpses. Now that I am in my forties, I no longer have the same passion as before.
"Oh." Yuan Pingxu muttered, feeling very uncomfortable.
After a long time, he finally picked up the report document placed on the desk next to him.
"Pang Dashuai... Well, after all, it's better to fight against your own people..."
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"is this okay?"
Li Yaohui asked Bao Guowei with some anxiety.
Bao Guowei nodded, "That's right!"
With Bao Guowei's assurance, Li Yaohui felt a little more confident.
Li Yaohui was seen standing behind a table with a curtain covering his legs.
"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty! You look down on me today, but after three years of contract, you won't be able to climb up!"
The opening of a storytelling piece adapted by Bao Guowei is frank and quite powerful, although it lacks a bit of traditional storytelling flavor! It's a bit more youthful.
"Dear viewers and listeners, what I want to talk about today is not anecdotes or historical stories. What I am commenting on is "Wu Po Cang Qiong". You want to ask how "Wu Po Cang Qiong" is said and who is talking about it. What are you talking about? Please listen to me!"
Bao Guowei applauded enthusiastically on the court. Obviously he was very satisfied with Li Yaohui's performance, and at the same time he felt novel and admired the traditional art of storytelling.
Storytelling has a long history of development in my country. It is said that King Zhouzhuang was the founder of storytelling, but there is no actual research.
The period of the Republic of China was precisely the period when storytelling flourished.
Originally, at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, storytelling was performed by one person sitting behind a table. The props were a folding fan and a tree, and the costume was a long gown.
Later, props such as tables, chairs, folding fans, and wakeboards were no longer used. Instead, speeches were performed standing up, and the costumes were less fixed.
And Bao Guowei didn't pay so much attention today. He set up a table and let Li Yaohui sit on it.
Anyway, storytelling is still a folk art in the final analysis. It should be down-to-earth and should not be so particular.
Having said that, Li Yaohui is indeed an out-and-out talent. He is well-read, has a strong memory, is eloquent, and has no stage fright at all.
turn out to be.
It was Bao Guowei's idea to turn the novel into a storyteller!
According to Bao Guowei's idea, Bao Guowei had already prepared the manuscript of "Wu Po Cang Qiong", but for a while, he didn't know how to let Yuan Pingxu see it.
It wasn't until he met Li Yaohui that he had a plan in mind.
Last night, according to his own ideas, Bao Guowei gave him the manuscript of "Wu Po Shang Qiong" he wrote to memorize and study, requiring him to memorize it thoroughly.
I never thought that Li Yaohui was a top talent.
Although he has never gone to school, his father paid for him to attend a private school for one or two years before he left, so he can recognize some simple words.
What's more, there are no uncommon words in "Wu Po Cang Qiong".
While Bao Guowei was memorizing the manuscript by Li Yaohui, he suddenly had a whim and decided to incorporate the art of storytelling into it!
After all, the art of storytelling is easy to spread and is very popular at the moment, so we finally created a storytelling version of "Wu Po Cang Qiong".
Early this morning, Bao Guowei went to find Li Yaohui early, thinking that he had been memorizing books all night, and his eyes were now red.
But he never thought that Li Yaohui would be lying on the bed, reading a book with great joy, without even blinking.
Li Yaohui woke up when Bao Guowei reminded him. When he saw Bao Guowei, the first thing he said when he got up was: "Brother Bao, what happened to the three-year appointment? Xiao Yan really went to Yunlan Sect to keep the appointment. ?"
Bao Guowei found it funny.
Thinking about it carefully, when I was Li Yaohui's age, I was obsessed with online reading and didn't even go to class.
What's more, I was in the information age at that time. I could receive more external information than him, and my ability to resist temptation was naturally stronger than him.
"I'll finish writing him later, and you'll know when the time comes."
"Brother Bao, how did you come up with this idea? It's about force, refining medicine, etc. I've never known about this! When I read it yesterday, it felt so novel!"
Bao Guowei laughed loudly. If he knew this, then his plan would be more certain.
"Don't be anxious yet. Let's not talk about this anymore. How do you think you can memorize this book?"
Li Yaohui jumped up from the bed, patted his chest, and said confidently: "Brother Bao, don't worry! I can carry it all the way, no problem at all."
Bao Guowei was overjoyed, "Okay, come down. I'll give you another task. I want you to turn this novel into a storytelling!"
In this way, the just-talented Li Yaohui came on stage to perform the storytelling version of "Wu Breaks the Sky".
Obviously, Bao Guowei was very satisfied with Li Yaohui's performance, and he felt a little more confident.
Having said that, Bao Guowei's sudden idea to combine this later "Wu Po Shang Qian" with this traditional culture and art is quite innovative.
And perhaps, this is the earliest audiobook in modern times, right?
Thinking about it this way, Bao Guowei and Li Yaohui have made history!
"By the way, Brother Bao, where is Chen Hongliang? Where has he 'flyed' to again?"
After Li Yaohui met Chen Hongliang, he also saw Chen Hongliang's ability to fly over walls and fly over walls. From then on, he kept calling "Flying Man" one after another.
Bao Guowei replied: "Just do your job well! As for Chen Hongliang, I asked him to ask a doctor to treat your mother."
"Me...my mother?"
"Yes. I only know some superficial medical skills, but I can't completely cure your mother's illness. I asked him to go to other places to invite famous doctors. I believe you don't have to worry about your mother's affairs."
Li Yaohui's eyes suddenly turned red.
"Brother Bao, from now on, my life, Li Gouzi's, will be yours! Even if I go up a mountain of swords and into a sea of fire, I won't hesitate!"
