Wang is not a pathological sense of the mad madman, his biggest crazy-like, from his love of storytelling.

Years ago, “Spring Garden” powerful people still do not know, to varying degrees in blows.

The first victim is the underboss. In the afternoon arrival of the king a madman, but he routinely asked a random crazy king is doing, do not want words like bamboo stabbed Mayi Dong, immediately leads to a flood of enthusiastic response. Wang crazy eyes shine, full of energy, raising his hand like a Baihe Liang wings appeared to begin later widely familiar to everyone in a large section of the lines: Bucai Wang Xianru, professional storytellers, storytelling under the tutelage of Master Yang blow Arts , the age of five began to speak on stage to play the money board piece, was the stage name five age children. 18-year-old armed with the dead, the provincial capital case in the talent to play God against another God encounter ghosts, crushed countless talking heads profits mouth, hit “play four guns,” Wal-Mart, 500 a night selling tea bowl … …

Introduction aside, forget Shuixuedouchang to the paragraphs. According to his own, he can not eat sleep breath does not defecate half finished “Water Margin” or “three”, so fierce the record, so far no one can break, if not the letter, you can try right away!

Day, from the top to the moon when the sun off, underboss was the king of storytelling and spittle madman surrounded, from interest, to the slightly tired, to the pain of despair until the collapse, experienced a long struggle and suffering.

In fact, the king of storytelling is not crazy ugly, especially if you have nothing to do with leisure time, leisurely taking a dip in a cup of tea to listen to him go on slowly, the idea is still some fun. Only in the “Spring Garden”, there are not many people in this busy fresh, and everyone’s ass all day like a cat, like fire, irritability, pull the fire to go out, they rushed to climb back somersault, the lingua franca of all things from that back push lightly, even the occasional leisure, just get together to talk dirty, and this, is determined not interested in crazy king. He said: Goodfellas, we have storytellers storyteller’s rules, those below the belly button thing, say dirty mouth!

Wang crazy to live upon, has been a mystery. Child he was out of Kenshin, believe in “Wild an umbrella, not sure quasi-save” the next little bit of savings has never been active, but did not become too home. With a party to wake up early money wooden board, it is in the state in a county over the state to eat eat County, played a lot of cells, but also lose a lot of German, have tasted some of the ups and downs, have not been exhausted. The total living like wells of water, not dry land flowing with dissatisfaction. A place every day, there is always a small teahouse let him talk about the book, there is always a plate board bed to let him sleep, there are always three meals of rice to feed the belly of uneven thickness, or even an old woman to wait … …

But now, as time goes on, to talk about storytelling tea has become less and less, he can not remember exactly how many years does not rely on their own to make a living of storytelling. A few years ago he met in an old teahouse to help people earn a bowl of tea mixed with mixed with food, and later, because not control that mouth, the waiters often forget their own identity, and wake up from his pocket to greater than wood mouth addiction. Although a small part of the old patrons like to listen to, but most play mahjong and watching videos of people because he was too noisy and quite annoying and made neat effect. No matter several times to remind the boss, the expulsion order on the next. The king very angry madman, pointing to the boss’s nose and said: You heard my baby in swaddling clothes in about storytelling, and now actually have to seal my mouth, forgetting ah!

Boss with a wry smile: I do not seal your mouth, guests will seal my mouth, you look at this already difficult business. If my little tea house does not collapse, you are ready to have a hungry fed, if the collapse, we are only Hexibeifeng Yeliang go!

Owners look innocent expression, the king of all the crazy mind like a good curse, are soft to blocking back. He sighed: think ah, this just a few years time, I eat earn skill, hit man jobs has become the tool!

At that moment, he instinctively thought of a dead word.

As he diverted to find a rat poison sold to a few packets of Young “tetramine” and borrowed 10 dollars, bought half a catty Zhu Tourou and a bottle of wine, ready to Find a quiet place to go when Bao devil when he saw the big TV shop window, a familiar face is about storytelling – it is also his brothers was his apprentice Shi Zhi Lin Qinggui, stage name of “war Reiko.”

He stops in front of the TV for a long time, listening to talk about war Reiko storytelling. He heard the shaking his head, fighting Bell this baby does not concentrate on small apprenticeship, always like opportunistic, are colleagues who think the most impossible amount to anything. Do not want this kid actually playing big, on TV, and the reaction from the audience point of view, it seems quite popular. This makes the king a madman both happy, and inspired by stimulation. Pleased that he was familiar with storytelling finally saw on television; and irritation is that television in terms of the book is not his king crazy person, but Xueyibujing war Reiko.

Wang crazy view, war is basically storytelling Bell had not storytelling. Do not speak wit drama beauty, do not speak a traitor harm good people, do not speak the Seven Chivalrous five righteous, not Yin ancient poems, do not say four words eight. Is all about the neighborhood and the affair is not correct pull-law to buy murder his wife mistresses of corrupt officials, but also occasionally interspersed among some of his dirty mouth feel dirty joke. This is his mind which storytelling ah? Net is a ruffian in the street, said hybrid liquor words.

He began to imbalance, and even some anger. But his mind was going a good death program, due to war Bell’s appearance and dramatic to eliminate trace. He decided to go to war Reiko, Reiko he remember the debut of the war when, one night a Bowl of Tea anxious to sell less than 20 crying, he ran to help scrape together every night pulling popular wherever he goes, the war was infinitely grateful to Reiko said: uncles, in the future I have to repay you!

He found himself a wounded self-esteem is not the reason, then go to war Reiko left, under the Shishu wipe his face to seek help, so he also flash up a return to television.

Spent a lot of trouble, he finally saw combat Bell.

Battle Bell took his hand and said: Shishu, seen all these years, are you okay?

Saying one good king crazy good, but old clothes on his body, and the subsequent face supper greedy eyes still exposed his real life situation.

He said: I have to be you, not for your money, not for your rice and noodles, but only you one thing!

What matter?

According to your TV with the people who cooked, let them back in my one, let me flash on the TV box in a back, I want to get to understand, is not my storytelling no one really listened to … …

Reiko bitter face war, said: Shishu, so see you look outside, I do not want to help you, but … …

Good good, is not helping enough, it’s that work hand in hand, I listen to your letter tomorrow!

Wang crazy not to fight Bell a chance to speak, reach for a glass of wine down, leaped to run.

Shishu looked cheerful childlike figure, think of the years the fate of his struggling, fighting Bell could not help tears. Few drops of tears because of this, he decided to help the king madman round it a dream.

He spent hundreds of dollars brought in a camera designed to help people beat the master wedding, but also, and theater that is good, while making TV after late games finish at borrow site. He also asked his disciples who bring their relatives to join family members, as when he made his debut when the king as a madman.

Everything is ready, the king also Ruqierzhi madman.

This day the king crazy, wearing a spotless and there is no trace of wrinkles and gray silk gown, her hair Zheng bright light, without a trace of messy marks. His beard, carefully trimmed, no longer as usual, got asthma like goats.

Only three days gone, the king like a different person, like a madman, his face also rushed the stage when the white powder of the year, and laden with pink rouge on the cheeks.

Reiko the hearts of war secretly sigh: I really do not know that living for so many years, how to take good care of his head these lines.

Spotlight shining, curtain. In the center of the stage normally Battle Bell about the book where the king crazy eyes, such as electricity, sweeping in one week, and then wake up a film timber, uttered a crisp sound. Some of the previously little noisy audience, suddenly became silent.

Wang crazy eyes, like a flash of images such as film, the first picture he felt some chaos, a little inner peace, find the stage like a train speeding away, and those images, such as the window of the landscape, from near and far, and gradually consumption in the distant darkness.

He saw the picture away, there are 5 years old by his father holds his storytelling on the podium, crisp air crisp sound board to play the money, sing Wu Song Killing the Tiger, the crowd of people like the festive frolic with … …

He also saw 18-year-old first time on stage, because several seams next card, and his master’s face in the audience on the teeth. Day, the audience did not lay the fault of people to hear him, brought him thunderous applause … …

He saw 20-year-old year, the audience on a pair of watery eyes as bottomless as to Bitan affectionate look at him, finally one pair of veteran towed away … …

Lights, all kinds of people, a variety of expression, overtly or covertly, or thick or short, or happy or worry, or laugh, or horse, Lo brand generally whipped conversion.

That night, the king a madman trying to piece his life is most proud of eleven talk about it. But he felt proud of the piece is too much, so he goes on to talk one by one.

This is the first time in his life on the stage of real storyteller.

This is the first time he faced such a glare of light, the first face of the camera.

His heart secretly to pump myself up, to be fair to so many for the first time. So mess hanging river mouth did her best, like divine breath talked down to.

In the light irradiation, he’s like the chicken wrapped in egg shell cubs, feeling warm, Susu, and hemp.

In this warm and comfortable, he felt himself being out of body, fly in the air to see themselves on the stage, high spirits.

He feels that he has become very light, drifting across the city on the floating roof of the theater of the sky.

Distance, the sun had just knocked on the shell, such as egg yolk, rounded and scarlet hair with soft ground.

His body still floating floating, has been the brightest place to fly to the sun … …

At the same time, theater, stand straight crazy king on the stage, had no breathing.

The audience, the audience cameraman has been asleep the last, and only video camera is also quietly turning, it does not know: show is over!
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