Zuozuo didnât have a long time to prepare. It was only about 40 minutes before the curtain fell.
As soon as she finished speaking, the pub was filled with warm applause. The sound of âpa, pa, paâ was endless. It was obvious that everyone was full of admiration for Zuozuoâs storytelling.
In fact, this was also related to the fact that the drinkers of the small Tavern were all of a certain age. As far as young people were concerned, how many people after the 1995 had heard of storytelling on the spot?
Not to mention live, there were only a few people who had watched it seriously on TV.
âGood! Itâs melodious and pleasant to the ears, and itâs indeed quite good. â Chief brew Shu couldnât help but praise.
âItâs indeed very good. Iâve heard a lot about the âWu Song fighting the Tigerâ, but itâs rare to hear it so well. The little girl is really good at such a young age.â Old Lu said.
Old Lu was born in Lu province, and the most famous thing in Lu province was naturally the Kuai ban. In the beginning, Kuai ban was famous for talking about Wu Song, so old Lu said that he had heard a lot of it.
He usually only heard the fast track version of Wu Song, but this was the first time he heard the book review version of Wu Song hitting the Tiger. Although they were both artistic, they were different branches of popular arts, including their characteristics.
The fast-paced fast-track emphasized the fast and clear rhythm of the story, while the storytelling used sound to construct pictures, which were more detailed and vivid than the fast-track, and complemented each other with the performance of the instruments, as if they were re-enacting the scene in the story.
Moreover, storytelling was an art that focused on the local dialect.
Zuozuo was indeed speaking in Gusuâs dialect, and her tone was soft and gentle. However, because they were talking about the âWu Song fighting the Tigerâ today, Zuozuo had lowered her voice to make herself look more imposing, which was different from her usual tone.
Everyone thought it was good, but some people didnât understand it, and some didnât understand it. Because Pingshu was a mixture of dialect and Mandarin, it was sometimes difficult to understand. This was its characteristic.
âDo you understand what Iâm saying?â Fang Heng was a little stunned.
âIt sounds good, but I donât understand. But I know heâs talking about Wu Song.â Chen Wei touched his head and said honestly.
Due to his relationship with sister Wan, Chen Wei had joined the small capital team and thus sat together with Fang Heng and the others.
âI donât understand it either, but the pauses are clear too. Itâs much better than the stories Iâve heard before, where I only heard the erhu play the whole time.â Yuan Lang asked with interest.
âThank you, everyone.â Zuozuo put away the lute and thanked the audience.
âPa pa paâ
Regardless of whether everyone understood or not, they all enjoyed a feast of hearing. Thus, when they saw that Zuozuo was going down the stage, they naturally applauded.
âZuozuoâs performance is not bad. You can be louder in the future. â Yuan Zhou encouraged him.
âThank you, boss Yuan. I will work hard.â Zuozuo said happily.
The little girl was so excited that her cheeks were flushed, and her fair forehead was covered in sweat. She had obviously done her best.
âLittle Junior sisterâs performance was very good.â Gao Hui also gave a word of encouragement.
Zuozuo nodded in response. Her hesitant look before she went on stage was gone. It was obvious that her success on stage had given her a lot of confidence.
âItâs a good thing that Iâve learned a lot of Gusu language from Xiaoya. Otherwise, I definitely wouldnât have understood it. â Yuan Zhou felt quite lucky in the heart.
He didnât know that Pingshu was spoken in dialect until zuozuokai opened his eyes. There was Mandarin among them, but there was too little. Moreover, it was Mandarin with a hint of dialect, not much different from that of Trump. If one didnât have the ability, they wouldnât be able to understand.
Next, it was naturally Gao Huiâs turn to perform.
As a high-paying person with a salary of three meals a month, he was naturally a steady and humorous person.
The customers below cheered as they drank, making it very lively.
âThere are still benefits to the system issuing this mission.â Yuan Zhou looked around at the bustling scene and felt quite satisfied.
He planned to have eight programs a month in the near future, so that everyone could have some surprises from time to time.
While the small Tavern was bustling with noise and excitement, Gusu city was also bustling with noise and excitement.
The old man in the long green-gray robe looked to be in his fifties. His face was ruddy and had few wrinkles. Even his hair was dark, and he looked very energetic.
Of course, the old man was actually already 70 years old. He looked young, which was inseparable from his usual maintenance and calmness.
However, at this moment, the old manâs face was full of excitement. He was holding his phone and walking around in circles in the hall, looking very excited.
âMaster, what happened? are you okay?â In a flash, a person jogged in from outside the hall.
He looked mature and was also wearing a long robe. However, the color was slightly lighter, making him look younger. At this moment, his forehead was covered in sweat, and it was obvious that he had rushed over.
âHongyuan, come here quickly. Your Little Junior Sister can go on stage and perform now. Donât you think this is a big deal?â The old man immediately called out when he saw the person.
It turned out that this old man was Zuozuoâs master, si Jinning. He was known as one of the three âtop-tierâ in Gusu cityâs book-evaluating world. Due to his seniority and strength, he had always been at the top of the list. He was very highly respected.
However, his current performance was only that of an ordinary master who hoped that his disciple would become successful.
The person si Jinning called over was Zuozuo and Gao Huiâs eldest senior brother, si Hongyuan, who was usually very steady. He was an orphan and had been raised by his master, so he had taken on his masterâs surname.
He was 40 years old this year and he took great care of his junior brothers and sisters. This time, Zuozuo had been away for more than a month. To si Hongyuan, it was more nervous than a Young Eagle leaving its nest. When he heard news of Zuozuo, he couldnât care about anything else and immediately leaned his head over.
The video on the phone showed Zuozuoâs appearance when she was telling the story. He could vaguely see that there were people below. He couldnât tell exactly how many people there were and who they were, but that wasnât important. The important thing was that Zuozuo had performed on stage in front of everyone. That was the big deal.
âMaster, is this Little Junior Sister?â Si Hongyuan looked at Zuozuo, who was speaking in a rhythmic manner, in disbelief.
âI said that Zuozuo is a rare talent that only appears once in ten years. Now it seems that she has been honed. I just donât know where this is?â Si Jinning was very curious,âcould it be that thereâs also a technique? Zuozuo can go on stage so soon. â
Yuan Zhou, who had special skills, was speechless.
This is a misunderstanding!
âWe can go and see Zuozuo. Second Junior Brother is also there. Itâs been a long time.â Si Hongyuan said immediately.
âYou donât have a second Junior Brother, so why do you want a disobedient disciple? besides, he doesnât want to come back.â Upon hearing Gao Huiâs name, si Jinningâs face immediately turned gloomy.
From the looks of it, si Jinning was still not over the fact that Gao Hui had switched sides to the crosstalk world.
âI think that second Junior Brother might have helped Little Junior Sister a lot this time. Besides, weâre going to see Little Junior Sister, not second Junior Brother.â Si Hongyuan said.
He knew his master well. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he missed his second Junior Brother very much. As a qualified disciple, he had to give his master a way out.
âAs a senior brother, isnât it my duty to help my Junior Sister? do you want me, as her master, to thank him?â Si Jinningâs face turned serious, and he said in dissatisfaction.
Fine, he had just said that he wasnât his disciple, but now he had to help his Junior Sister. Si Hongyuan knew that his master had a tough mouth but a soft heart. Hence, he placated his master and decided on the next travel plan in no time.
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