"My book is called Harry Potter!"

On the stage, after Zhang Yuan uttered these words firmly, the whole audience fell silent.

Mr. Yuan Kuocheng, who was standing behind the door curtain and eavesdropping, felt something was wrong!

The most feared thing about performances, especially live performances, is a dull audience.

Generally, young actors will lose their confidence instantly if they encounter a dull performance. Their minds will go blank and the lines they memorized by heart will disappear in an instant.

But he looked up at Zhang Yuan's profile.

This kid remained calm and didn't show any sign of fear.

"Good nature!"

Mr. Yuan asked himself, he also trembled when he went on stage when he was in his teens, and it was not shameful.

But it is rare to find someone so calm.

Liu Shishi, the junior sister who was helping to record the video with a DV in the audience, also frowned and looked miserable.

"Will Junior Brother be sad?"

But before she had time to think about it, half of the audience burst into cheers!

"Hahaha, good!"

"This is the first time I've heard someone talking about Harry Potter."

"It's not like there's no place to find it for five thousand years."

"With his looks, I'm happy to listen to anything he says."

"Huh..." Mr. Yuan Kuocheng felt relieved when he saw that someone was interested in watching it.

"Some people really like it, that's good."

Liu Shishi also relaxed her tangled brows, put on a smile, and continued recording.

Apart from the supportive audience, mostly female, many old audiences who came specifically for Mr. Yuan Kuocheng did not care.

People love to listen to traditional old programs such as "Three Heroes and Five Gallants", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Water Margin", "Investiture of the Gods" and "Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties".

It's normal to have no reaction at all when hearing the four words "Harry Potter".

"So, where should the story begin?" Zhang Yuan remained motionless and waited calmly for the audience to quiet down again before he spoke.

"Our place is called Guangde Building, located within the second ring road of the imperial capital."

"This story happened not far from Guangde Building, in a place called London."

"Oh..." There was an immediate booing from the audience.

"He seems more relaxed than the last time he talked about Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils." Mr. Yuan Kuocheng nodded behind the door curtain.

"I saw a man, eight feet tall, riding a three-wheeled scooter."

"How good is this kid."

"The height from hoof to back is eight feet, the length from head to tail is twelve feet, the front crotch is wide, the back crotch is narrow, it can walk a thousand miles a day and eight miles at night!"

The old audience in the audience looked at each other.

This word is so familiar.

Is this a description of a motorcycle?
Isn’t this the lyrics of Red Hare?
"This big man has a stubbled beard, his facial features are hard to see, and his eyes are banging."

"He got off the motorcycle. He walked like a dragon and a tiger, and looked like an iron tower!"

At this moment, this group of veteran storytelling audiences also discovered it.

The story is new, but the style and expression are old traditions.

The words and descriptions used are all ready-made from old jokes.

Those who know it think that Hagrid is riding a motorcycle, while those who don’t know it would think that Zhang Fei is riding a jade horse.

"Hey, that's interesting."

Those who were originally skeptical, when they heard familiar words, gradually became willing to calm down and listen first.

It doesn't matter if you listen to it. As you listen more and more, you will really get the taste of it.

You know, most of Zhang Yuan's storytelling attributes were borrowed from Mr. Yuan.

What's your level, old man?
If you can have one percent of his ability, you can make a living from this business. If you can have three percent of his ability, you will be a good storyteller.

"Before leaving, Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and a silver beam of light shot out, covering the baby with the scar on his head."

"And so, the Boy-Who-Lived has arrived at number 4, Privet Drive!"

A passage of book takes no more than half an hour.

This is a new program. I need to find out first whether I am as popular as an old man in the storytelling circle and just listen to it to get a feel for it.

At this point, Zhang Yuan slapped the wake-up stick hard, raised his voice, and kept the question in suspense.

"If you want to know what happened next time, let's listen to the explanation!"

"Good!" This time there were many more cheers than when the book was first opened!

At the beginning, only some female audience members who loved looks cheered.

By now, after he finished speaking a paragraph, many of the audience who came to listen to Mr. Yuan were also attracted and fascinated, and they all applauded.

Listening to Mr. Yuan Kuocheng is listening to the person.

The audience is familiar with the stories he tells.

When it comes to listening to Zhang Yuan, you can listen to both the story and the person.

First of all, the story was not bad in itself. In addition, Zhang Yuan was steady on stage, his words were clear and his voice was neither hurried nor slow, which made it comfortable to listen to.

Backstage.

Mr. Yuan sat in a chair early and rested while waiting for him.

The old man is old, and it is unrealistic and too tiring for him to stand behind the curtain and eavesdrop.

And he didn’t need to listen much.

He was worried at the beginning, but after listening for only three or five minutes, he had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

“He’s improved a lot!”

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

These old guys don’t need to care whether the story is good, attractive, or popular.

He only needed to look at Zhang Yuan's breathing, rhythm, and pronunciation to understand.

It is the same as what Teacher Guo said when we talked about "Geographical Map" before.

crisp!
In the folk art industry, "crisp" is a compliment. If used to describe a person's voice, it means that the person's voice is bright and clear, and each word is clean and distinct without any sticking to each other.

There are also some talented actors, such as Wang Zhiwen.

If you listen to the dialogue, even if it is a long dialogue of several hundred words, there is no need for subtitles, and the audience can clearly understand what he is saying.

"You're back." When old man Yuan Kuocheng saw him return to the backstage, he waved and called him to his side.

"Just now you mentioned that when two people were talking, they should have added some eye contact..."

"The fan on the table can be used more flexibly..."

"You can leave a little more time between sentences to give the audience time to react..."

Guo Yu, Hou Sanye and the other two were all watching.

The expressions of these three people are different.

Teacher Guo bit his lip, a look of envy on his face.

"Mr. Yuan Kuocheng gave me the instructions personally, and he did it on the spot..."

There is no need to talk about Mr. Yuan's level. It is hard to get his live teaching no matter how much money you spend.

Teacher Guo also learned storytelling, but of course, just like crosstalk, he did not have a master.

He knew very well how rare it was to have such an old gentleman to give him advice.

He is now holding his breath and pricking up his ears, trying to learn a few moves from the master.

But Brother Qian was different. He saw the purpose of Zhang Yuan's trip at a glance.

"Mr. Hou, Mr. Yuan, he doesn't intend to let any of them go."

Brother Qian is an expert at seeing through things without saying anything. He just smiled and said nothing.

"Looking at how concerned Mr. Yuan is, it won't be long before the old man himself asks for a disciple."

"Besides..."

Brother Qian glanced calmly at Liu Shishi, who had just come backstage from the audience, holding a DV camera in her hand, with her eyes fixed on Zhang Yuan.

"This kid is blocking both ends!"

"Mr. Yuan treats that girl as his granddaughter."

"In the end, Zhang Yuan took care of that person first. With her helping out, how could this thing not be accomplished?"

"If he could have two masters, Mr. Hou Sanye and Mr. Yuan Kuocheng."

"Then you will be able to walk sideways in the folk art industry in the future!"

Brother Qian did the math.

"He's killing two birds with one stone."

In fact, he missed a bird.

Hou Yuewen, who was standing next to Guo and Yu, kept shaking his head.

"It's scary!"

"How old is he?"

"This is how crosstalk is said, and storytelling has also reached this level."

"He's an expert in both."

Mr. Hou Sanye had previously thought that Mr. Yuan Kuocheng had no apprentices, but Zhang Yuan said that he was learning storytelling from him.

He even wondered if Zhang Yuan was exaggerating.

Now see how serious Mr. Yuan is when he talks to him!

Not a disciple, but better than a disciple.

"If Mr. Yuan really doesn't want to accept disciples, with his level of skills, there will be many people rushing to take him to his master."

"Oh, and the key is that he can act!"

"It seems that his overall ability is even better than Xiao Guo's."

Hou Yuewen was not talking nonsense about this.

Mr. Guo’s acting skills are obvious to all, and his singing skills are full of Bangzi flavor.

In terms of overall strength, only Brother Qian can be on par with Zhang Yuan.

After all, this guy is good at acting, crosstalk, stand-up comedy, rock and roll, and can even navigate...

"Do you understand?" Mr. Yuan talked for about half an hour, and the others stood there and listened obediently.

Even Hou Yuewen was very obedient. After all, in terms of seniority, he was one generation older than his father.

"I only have a vague understanding." Zhang Yuan frowned and nodded slightly.

"Hey..." Mr. Yuan laughed when he heard him say that.

If he nods and says he understands everything, it actually means that he has only heard it, not understood it.

Seeing that Zhang Yuan was so honest, the old man began to admire his talent.

The truth is there. "Just figure it out slowly."

"By the way, I guess you haven't finished reading this book yet, right?"

"Yes, I plan to talk about it for two or three weeks until I finish the first novel." Zhang Yuan answered truthfully.

"Okay then. I'll be here recently. You can just queue behind me every day," Mr. Yuan arranged.

"Ouch!" Teacher Guo cried in his heart.

"This kid is really lucky!"

"Mr. Yuan said this, so he is planning to give him some special treatment every day!"

Teacher Guo even wanted to buy a copy of "Harry Potter" to read himself.

It turns out the old man likes this!
After finishing the book, Zhang Yuan’s goal for today was finally achieved.

"The old man is willing to teach me, which means he recognizes my progress and ability."

"But haste makes waste."

"Old artists are naturally more reserved. He doesn't accept apprentices, mainly because he is too old and his skills are too high, so it's not easy for him to accept people."

Just think about it, with Mr. Yuan Kuocheng's seniority, if he accepted a disciple, the entire industry, even if there are sixty or seventy people in their sixties, would immediately have an extra uncle-master. Who could bear that?

Just like Master Ma Sanli’s son, Mr. Ma Zhiming, refused to accept disciples because their seniority was too high.

You know, Yuan Kuocheng is 15 years older than Ma Zhiming, but they are of the same generation. Who would dare to let Young Master Ma accept him as a disciple?

I sent the old man into a taxi. If he hadn't insisted, he would have wanted to take the bus home.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Yuan."

"Hey, see you tomorrow."

"You're lucky, kid." Master Hou San came up and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm leaving too."

After chatting with Guo and Yu for a while, Brother Qian pursed his lips.

"Hey, take care of your senior sister first."

When I turned around, Liu Shishi was holding the DV camera tightly, not saying a word, waiting obediently.

"Yes, I still have to take her home."

Mr. Yuan entrusted her to him for escort. The old man was really brave.

"Junior brother~" At this time, the voice of the junior sister calling him was softer than before.

"You look so handsome on stage."

She is different from other girls. She has been influenced by traditional folk art since childhood and enjoys watching storytelling and singing opera.

"Here." She pointed to the DV camera: "Can you give me a copy?"

"When I'm done, I'll give you a complete set."

"It's a deal, pinky promise!" She still loved to hook her fingers together like she did when they first met.

"How about I come and listen to your storytelling every day and help you record it."

After making the pinky promise, she put her hands behind her back and swayed her body while speaking.

"You still have to go to class. You have to make up for such a long absence."

"Oh, that's right." She said this and pouted reluctantly.

"Next time, when you are on vacation, come to my house and play."

When the time comes, I'll close the door, hehehe...

I hailed a taxi with her and took her back to the community where she lived.

We didn’t dare hug or cuddle in the neighborhood, for fear of being discovered by their parents and neighbors.

After returning home, I found a nearby printing shop, burned the contents of the DV cassette into a CD, and then put it into a translucent CD case.

I sat down in the room, turned on the computer I had just bought, and opened QQ.

Yuan: Are you there?

An Ran Ruo Feng: What do you want from me?
"Haha, I've learned the trick. 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 Ran Ruo Feng: Gift?
An Ran Ruofeng: It can’t be something weird!
Yuan: Just tell me whether you want it or not.

The other party quickly and honestly sent out their 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 mules and horses. This saying is absolutely true.”

After finding a marker pen and writing two big words on the CD cover, he went out and found a courier company.

In 04, in the capital, none of the three express delivery companies were working, and SF Express was still operating in the south.

There was a same-city express delivery company called Xiaohongma which was extremely efficient, but it was squeezed out after 09 and could no longer survive.

After paying a few dollars for postage, he returned home carefree.

The next day, evening.

"Xixi, is there mail for you?" Liu Xiaoli, wearing a loose black nightgown, knocked on her daughter's room door holding a package.

Although Aunt Liu watched her daughter closely, she respected her daughter's privacy very much.

In those days, it was common for parents to secretly read their children's diaries and open their letters, but the other party handed the things to Liu Xixi intact.

"Oh, it's mine!"

"Who sent it?"

"Uh... sing!" Liu Qianqian rolled her eyes and used her good friend Shu Chang as a scapegoat.

"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 flipping through it.

But the two little ears are not idle either.

After hearing her mother's footsteps fading away, she jumped out of bed and opened the email on the desk.

Tear...I can't wait to tear open the package, and then...

The corners of Liu Qianqian's mouth drooped.

"You said you would give me a gift, but why is it a bare CD?"

Turning it over, she saw the word "promise" written in a slightly sloppy manner on the CD case. She tilted her head in confusion.

"The Promise... Is this the name of the movie?"

She thought about it and realized that she had never heard of this movie.

Then her face turned red.

"He, he, he won't send me a film like Sese!"

Although she is shy and blushing, she moves quite quickly.

There was a TV and DVD in the room. She ran barefoot to lock the door, trotted to close the curtains, and then hurriedly put the CD into the player.

Then he sat nervously in front of the bed, holding the sheets with both hands, looking cautious and ready to turn off the TV at any time.

"Clap clap clap..."

Not long after, there were intense snapping sounds coming from the TV.

Liu Qianqian took a closer look and thought, this is... a stage?
The person on the stage looks so familiar...

It’s Zhang Yuan!
Her little mouth was shaped like an O, and she had never seen Zhang Yuan wearing a gown.

"He's very serious, like an old man."

"Hehe, but he's still quite handsome." She didn't understand why, but after seeing Zhang Yuan, she held her chin with one hand, smiled, and calmed down to watch carefully.

"The book we are talking about today is called."

"Harry Potter!"

After Zhang Yuan in the video uttered these four big words, Liu Qianqian's hands trembled slightly.

Then the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, almost reaching his ears.

"He hasn't forgotten..."

He pressed the pause button, picked up the CD case from the table, and looked at the word "promise" on it.

"He didn't forget our agreement."

During the audition for "The Legend of Sword and Fairy", Zhang Yuan promised to tell her about "Harry Potter".

It's just that she was too busy at work, and she was away for half a month, so she had even less time.

When they said goodbye at the airport, Liu Qianqian asked him if he remembered.

Of course he remembers!
Brother Qian said he was killing two birds with one stone.

Hit Hou Yuewen and hit Yuan Kuocheng.

In fact, one was missing.

Look, this is the silly bird wiping its tears.

Siha... Siha... Liu Xixi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

She always thought that Zhang Yuan had forgotten about it long ago.

If it were in the past, she would have gone to question him angrily.

But since she went to Taiwan, her temperament has become much calmer.

Some things she kept hidden.

But hiding doesn't mean not caring or not feeling wronged.

Now that he saw that Zhang Yuan had not forgotten, all of a sudden, all those emotions that had been suppressed in his heart surged to his mind.

But after crying for less than half a minute, she burst into laughter again.

He buried his red head in the goose down pillow and kicked the mattress back and forth with his feet.

While kicking, he made a silly "hehehe" laughing sound.

"He hasn't forgotten."

"He hasn't forgotten."

"Hahaha, he remembers it all."

She rolled around on the bed, went crazy, and laughed wildly for a long time. Then she sat up again with her hair disheveled and went to the computer.

An Ran Ruo Feng: I have received the gift!
Yuan: Do you like it?
An Ran Ruo Feng: I like it too much...delete, delete, delete...it’s just so-so.

Yuan: As long as you 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 one. I will send the rest to you after I finish speaking.

After hesitating for a long time, Xixi replied with a smile.

An Ran Ruo Feng: Well, I’ll wait.

After the chat, she returned to the TV, smiled sweetly, and pressed the play button.

This storytelling can make her blush more than the Sese video... (End of this chapter)