On June 23, 2007, I went to Anhui to participate in the live broadcast of a variety show, and at five o'clock in the afternoon, I suddenly received a phone call, and my mentor, Mr. Hou Yaowen, passed away. Threw away the phone, tears pouring down. On June 21, I broke up with Master in Tianjin, and within thirty-six hours, the sky collapsed. Outside the window, it was nearly dusk; Indoors, the lights and shadows are blurred, and the sad sound of Kyoto is heard from afar. Mourning is greater than death
The time reached seven o'clock in the evening, and it was getting closer and closer to the live broadcast, and gongzuorenyuan urged many times. I reluctantly got up, to be an artist must first have artistic virtue, no matter what, the work is to be completed. After calling the Deyun Society and arranging the mourning, he rushed to the scene of the live broadcast. Outside the hall, several gongzuorenyuan came to comfort me, and I felt light-headed. Sitting on the couch, my heart was in turmoil. Walking into the scene, it was noisy. Lights and sound smoke dance group, all departments are making preparations for the zui before the live broadcast. The hosts gathered around me and looked at me with concern, and I sighed, "Let's get started."
The live broadcast began, and the scene boiled over. The director shouted loudly: There is a host Guo Degang! I strode out, greeted with cheers and applause. The lights are brilliant and the music is earth-shattering. A row of cold fireworks burst out, dazzling, and looking at it from the stage, Yu Qian under the stage had a sad face. Why shouldn't I? At that moment, the fireworks started and I felt miserable
On the morning of the 24th, we took the first flight and returned to Beijing. The car was driving on the highway, and the tears could not be stopped. Yu Qian covered his face with his hands and cried, "The old man is too fierce... Yes, just fifty-nine years old, on July 17th birthday, I have booked a hotel and am ready to invite hundreds of people to wish Master a sixtieth birthday, even if it is after his birthday. We cried all the way, all the way to the garden. After getting out of the car, the brothers all gathered around. Whoever could greet him and pounce into the spiritual hall fell to the ground and cried. Since dangdang Chinese New Year's Eve left Huangcun, I have not cried again, this time it can be said that it is a tearing heart and lungs, and after everyone picked me up, I only felt a faint flower in front of my eyes.
In 2004, when Master accepted me, countless people rushed to Meiguiyuan to block this matter. Mr. Li tried his best to overcome the public opinion, and finally made me stand on the wall of Hou's gate. Sir treats me like a father and son. After the performance, I received a call from my husband: "Fried sauce, come and eat noodles." "I have a bunch of seafood, take it." In our spare time, the thing that our grandfather zui likes to do is to sing opera, and Master is sometimes like a child, if there is a section that I can't sing, he can be happy for one night. Once he sang a cowardly book, I hadn't heard it. Master was very happy, so he first took the paper and wrote the words for me, and then shouted upstairs and downstairs: "Oh, Guo Degang will not do it!"
Master is extremely clever, can be called everyone, has created and performed many works in his life, and there is a strong stroke of Master in the history of zhongguo cross-talk. Shortly before Master died, he called and asked to stay at my house for the night. I was amazed that this was something that had never happened before. After picking up the house, I had a long talk with my husband all night. He seemed to have endless words that day. From the family environment when I was a child to the experience of art, it is like a long scroll of white painting, and many things I never knew before. I still remember that night vividly. That night I learned that the seemingly tough Master had so much sorrow and even grievance in his heart. His self-esteem is extremely strong, and he braced himself in front of people, not showing any point; After the people have no way to reveal, this life is too difficult.
That night, Master and I talked in detail about the development of the Deyun Society, and offered to give lessons to the students. He also said with great interest that the next time he sang and performed a stage play, he must be called. Originally, in the second half of the year, we were going to engage in "traditional cross-talk lost repertoire special session", "endangered lost genre special" and "forty-eight headless cases" of the stage play, but all of this has become a dream, a dream that can never be fulfilled.
After reading: People are emotional animals, and you must know the Zhi'en Tu. The grace of the dripping water, when the spring reciprocates.