"Wang Yue, is this where your uncle performs crosstalk?"
Standing outside the teahouse, Liu Pinchao looked at the building in front of him with great curiosity. Not only him, but everyone had never been to a teahouse to listen to crosstalk or watch a performance.
"Well, here's the address my uncle gave me! I'll call him and tell him we're coming over!"
Wang Yue reached out to Du Chen for his cell phone, ready to call the little black fat man.
"No, Mr. Guo might be preparing a show right now. Let's just buy the tickets and go in!"
Du Chen looked around. There were eight people in his dormitory, plus Li Qiang and Zhao Pengfei, making ten people in total. Du Chen thought he should still buy some tickets and spend some money. After all, the little black fat guy hadn't become successful yet, and his life wasn't so comfortable now.
"That's right, so many of us have to buy tickets!"
Wu Zhipeng also nodded in agreement. It seemed like so many people came here specifically to take advantage of the situation without buying tickets. They would never do such a thing.
Wang Yue remained silent. No matter what he said, it would not be appropriate. It would be better for him to follow the crowd and do what others did.
Du Chen went to the ticket office and bought a ticket for the front row. After entering, a waiter led everyone to sit down, and then tea and snacks were placed on the table. Du Chen looked around curiously. There were not many people, and most of them were older men, unlike later when so many young ladies came to watch the crosstalk group. This feeling was very wonderful. Du Chen had a feeling of witnessing other people's history.
"Zhao Pengfei, are you nervous?"
Du Chen, Zhao Pengfei and Li Qiang sat at the same table. Zhao Pengfei's face was a little pale, obviously nervous about the unknown.
"One thing is, I don't know if Mr. Guo will accept me."
"Don't worry, Du Chen is here, why are you so nervous?"
Li Qiang was also comforting his old classmates.
"That's right, Zhao Pengfei, don't be nervous. I've already made an appointment with my uncle! Just come over and go through the motions, and let my uncle meet you. No problem!"
Wang Yue, who was sitting at the same table, also comforted Zhao Pengfei.
"Wang Yue, why didn't you learn crosstalk at that time?"
Du Chen knew that the more everyone tried to comfort Zhao Pengfei, the more nervous he would become. It would be better to change the topic and talk about other things to divert Zhao Pengfei's attention.
"Hey, I didn't say I liked it that much, nor did I say I hated it. My dad did ask me if I wanted to learn crosstalk, but my mom didn't agree!"
Wang Yue felt a little regretful. What he couldn't get would always make him restless. Although he didn't have much desire to learn crosstalk, it was his business whether to learn it or not. It was his parents' business whether to let him learn it or not.
"Why doesn't Auntie let you learn crosstalk?"
Zhao Pengfei asked Wang Yue curiously, obviously his mind was on the conversation.
"My dad wanted me to learn crosstalk so I could hone my eloquence. Even just regular practice with just the two of us can help me develop my personality, so I won't be stage-frightened and can be more confident..."
"That's right, that's the truth. I didn't dare to speak up in the school club at first, but after making so many suggestions, I wasn't afraid anymore. Isn't that great?"
"The problem is my mom. What exactly did she say? She said, 'Learn crosstalk?' What? Make Wang Yue more extroverted? He's already extroverted enough. He'd pluck the fur of any dog he met on the street! You want him to learn crosstalk and be even more extroverted? Then his personality will be even more lawless! Every passing dog will get a slap!"
Wang Yue's vivid description made Du Chen, Zhao Pengfei and Li Qiang burst into laughter. Wang Yue's mother was so interesting.
"Wang Yue, I think Auntie should learn crosstalk instead of you!"
Du Chen was joking with Wang Yue with a smile.
"Hehe, I think so too, but this is not over yet..."
"Not finished yet? What else did Auntie say?"
Du Chen asked Wang Yue curiously.
"My mom also said, 'Look at your son Wang Yue. Ever since he learned to talk, he's been chattering away the moment he opens his eyes. From the moment he wakes up to the moment he closes his eyes to go to sleep, his mouth never stops! You're fine, you go to work every day to get some peace and quiet, but what about me? My head is about to explode. If you don't say anything, he'll keep talking non-stop. If you yell at him and stop him, he'll cry his heart out. You can hear your son's cries for miles around! And if you let him learn crosstalk, you're not letting him talk well enough, are you?"
Wang Yue's mouth felt a little dry after speaking, so he picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
"And uncle gave up?"
Du Chen felt that he was not satisfied yet, so he asked Wang Yue another question.
"It's not over yet!"
"Anything else? Keep talking!"
"Of course my dad wasn't convinced and argued with my mom. Wifey, look at our Wang Yue, he loves to talk. Even if you don't let him talk, he'll keep talking. So why not let him learn crosstalk? It's an art of speaking, after all! Since you can't change his love of talking, why not let him turn this habit into a strength, right?"
"Uncle, what you said makes sense!"
Li Qiang rarely expresses his opinion, and he thinks the same way.
"Tsk, how can it be that simple? My mom asked about the art of speaking, so what are the benefits of learning crosstalk?"
"There are so many benefits. First of all, it helps you improve your eloquence. A crosstalk performer needs to be articulate, right? Isn't that a benefit?"
“Well, that’s a benefit!”
"Secondly, he can learn some knowledge, right? You've talked to Gangzi before, and he knows everything about astronomy and geography. That's what you call a learned man, right?"
"Third, it's about developing the child's physical form. When performing crosstalk, at least you have to stand straight on stage. You have to stand and sit properly, right?"
"Just barely enough!"
"Hey, wife, I just think you're being stubborn! Then let me continue. The most important thing is to train the child's reaction ability! The impromptu jokes in crosstalk must be a bit quick-witted, right? Do you think anyone can react to them? Doesn't this train the child's brain?"
Thanks to Wang Yue's good brain, he was able to remember the general idea of these words and was now telling them to a few people.
"Uncle, that's a pretty good summary. I really envy those teachers who can come up with jokes on the spot. If it were me, my mind would definitely go blank and I wouldn't know anything!"
Zhao Pengfei said enviously that he had studied crosstalk a lot in the past six months.
"I also think my dad's summary is very good, but my mom refuted it."
Wang Yue sighed and felt sorry for his father.
"How did Auntie refute it?"
Du Chen and Li Qiang were equally curious.
"My mom only said one thing, and you're still training your reaction speed? Your mouth is faster than your brain now, and you can even interrupt the teacher in class. And you're still training? Next time the teacher calls your parents, you're the one who's there!"
Wang Yue imitated her mother's speech vividly, making everyone laugh.
"And then what?"
Du Chen asked anxiously.
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