Zhang: Hey!
Li: What we just played was called learning!
Zhang: Yes! This is learning.
Li: You usually like cross talk. What else do you like?
Zhang: I also like telling stories.
Li: Hey! I also like telling stories!
Zhang: Look! What do I like and what does he like ~
Li: I have some research on storytelling.
Zhang: What have you studied?
Li: You see, this is different from your cross talk.
Zhang: Why is it different?
Li: Crosstalk venues are usually like this. Very common.
Zhang: It's always like this.
Li: That's not what the storyteller said.
Zhang: Why?
Li: Most of the storytellers are old artists, and some pay attention to essence, spirit and spirit.
Zhang: Oh!
Li: When you play, you are very special! (The storyteller came on stage, which was particularly deep)
Zhang: Not the same!
Li: I heard that the old swordsman of Beixia is eating and drinking alone upstairs, sipping wine and vegetables. Suddenly, I heard the sound of "gaber" in the room, and a thief came. The old swordsman jumped into the courtyard with a sigh, leaned out his arm, drew this seven-star nod from behind, and fought a midnight oil in hide the sword.
Zhang: OK! This shelf
Li: You see, when you raise your hand and lift your leg, you are so stylish.
Zhang: Really!
Li: You see, a storyteller must be a sound person.
Zhang: What do you mean?
Li: Can't people without arms and legs?
Zhang: That won't do!
Li: Don't say that you are short of arms and legs, even if you are a little disabled.
Zhang: I don't agree with you. It is said that storytelling is mainly with the mouth, and it has nothing to do with physical disability.
Li: Then I'll show you another one.
Zhang: Of course.
Li: For example, my hand is a little disabled. I fell when I was a child and pulled my arm.
Zhang: That's it?
Li: Look!
Zhang: Let's have a look!
Li: (leaving a hand on the stage) According to legend, the old swordsman in Beixia was eating and drinking alone upstairs, tasting wine and eating at the same time. Suddenly, I heard the sound of "gaber" in the room. A thief came. The old swordsman jumped into the courtyard with a sigh, leaned out his arm, drew this seven-star nod from behind, and fought a midnight oil in hide the sword. (Wipe your neck with a knife and fall to the ground)
Zhang: (helping Li up) Are you an old swordsman or a thief?
Li: This is the old swordsman's suicide!
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