The folded fan expanded in the wind. Zhou Xuan reached out and grasped it, tapping it against his hand, and said, "Ya Zi, this comedic dialogue act typically needs two people. My partner isn't here today, and I can't perform a double act alone."
In Jing Country's folk culture, the common people still refer to "crosstalk" as "the act."
"What about a solo act?"
"I'm not very good at solo acts. Let me sing you a little tune instead."
Zhou Xuan tapped the folded fan again and began to sing: "The peach leaves are pointed at the tips, the willow leaves shade the sky, and in his place is the bright Master Ming..."
Anyone who liked listening to crosstalk in the previous life would have heard this tune before.
Zhou Xuan sang it effortlessly.
He had been storytelling for a long time. Although he couldn't compare to the great storytellers, guided by Yuan Buyu, he was stronger than the average theater performers.
