"You wait. When He Xiangdong had already stepped out of the store door with one foot, Zhang Kuoru finally shouted to stop him.

He Xiangdong stopped and looked back at him.

Zhang Kuoru also looked at the child in front of him, his lips trembled slightly, and his brows were furrowed very tightly, obviously his heart was also struggling.

Zhang Qingfeng's heart was brought up in this situation.

After a long time, Zhang Kuoru seemed to be unwinded, and the whole person was a lot weaker, he said with a bitter smile: "I have only accepted two apprentices in my life, both of whom have followed me since childhood to learn art, eat and live together, and teach them until they grow up, and when they come to the stage to tell stories and become famous, this is the same as my own son, and they have always been my own father, and they respect me very much and are very filial." ”

He Xiangdong nodded, he could understand this feeling very well.

"Alas......" Zhang Kuoru sighed, and the whole person seemed to be a few years old: "It's a pity that they died of illness when they were beaten to the devolution, heh, I am no different from a dead son, a white-haired person sends a black-haired person." I was also disheartened, and decided not to talk about storytelling anymore, that year was also chaotic, my wife and I wandered the world, but I didn't expect to go around and around and finally came to Tianjin, maybe it was God's mercy, so that I got a son when I was old.

Zhang Kuoru looked at his son Zhang Qingfeng, Zhang Qingfeng's tears came out all of a sudden, in his eyes his father has always been a very ordinary cook, who would have thought that he would have such a bumpy experience, every sentence is like a knife, and he cries blood, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

Zhang Kuoru continued: "I have settled down with children, and I have been helping people cook in the canteen of the garment factory to support my family, although I don't earn as much as before, but I am still stable, but unfortunately my wife has not lived a good life for a few days, and she is also a person who is not blessed, alas." Later, after the reform and opening up, private business was also allowed, and I opened this small restaurant. ”

"I'm not a good person, but I've never done anything bad in my life, I've never hurt anyone, let me be poor and fall down, let me be lonely, let me be lonely, let me send a white-haired person to a black-haired person, I also admit it, but ......" Zhang Kuoru stared at He Xiangdong's eyes and said word by word: "But after letting me break this vein, I don't admit it, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled......"

He Xiangdong opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, looking at the old man in front of him, his heart was full of bitter taste.

Zhang Qingfeng cried even more, he choked up and said in a trembling voice: "Dad...... Father...... I'll learn from you...... I'll learn from you...... I learn ...... I learn ......"

Zhang Kuoru raised his head and let out a long sigh, his eyes were full of loneliness: "Qingfeng, I know you are such a good boy, but you are really not suitable for this industry, and you are not interested in quyi at all." I had this thought when you were young, but you really can't, if you have a little talent, even if I give up my old face, I will beg my brothers to accept you, so that you can inherit my mantle, it's just a pity......"

Zhang Kuoru shook his head and looked at He Xiangdong again: "I originally thought that my ability was going to be taken to the soil, and I was going to be sorry for Master's cultivation." However, I met you, I went to listen to your cross talk, more than once, your talent is really good, really good. ”

"If you hadn't come here, I'm afraid I'd have taken the initiative to talk to your master about your apprenticeship in a few days. But you took the initiative to come to my shop that day, little one, do you know how happy I was at that time, I really thought that this was a blessing from God, and I should not die in this vein. Zhang Kuoru's eyes were full of excitement, and he said: "Do you think I really want to charge you more, no, I just want you to come again next time, I don't just want to see your ability, but also think that this is a small game before our two apprenticeships, my first apprentice accepted it like this, he is more naughty than you...... It's a pity......"

Zhang Kuoru sighed, looked at He Xiangdong again, and said again: "It's a pity, ......"

"I ......" He Xiangdong wanted to speak and stopped, he hesitated, and he didn't know what to say, but he felt uncomfortable.

Zhang Qingfeng looked at He Xiangdong with red eyes, and said solemnly: "As long as you are willing to worship my father as a teacher, you can do whatever you ask me to do." ”

"I ......"

Zhang Kuoru waved his hand, pretended to smile easily, and said: "Fate is early in the previous life, we don't have the fate of master and apprentice in this life, there is no need to force it, He Xiangdong, you are a good boy, your master must be very pleased to have such an apprentice as you." ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang. He Xiangdong bowed to Zhang Kuoru, and tears quietly slipped down.

Zhang Kuoru stood up, put his hands behind his back, walked slowly to the door, looked up at the sky, sighed silently, and said: "That's it, if you don't worship the teacher, you won't worship, but I can't stop my ability, He Xiangdong, you ...... Would you like to follow me to learn storytelling?"

Zhang Qingfeng hurriedly turned his head and looked at He Xiangdong expectantly.

He Xiangdong was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, immediately knelt on the ground, and kowtowed respectfully to Zhang Kuoru's back.

On that day, the sun in early winter was very good, not warm or cold, He Xiangdong only remembered that the old man's back was very lonely, very desolate, and very lonely, and he didn't know how he left, until he arrived in the theater, he was still immersed in the scene in the afternoon.

The master also saw that his strangeness was coming, and when he asked him, he didn't say anything, he was in a daze, his mind was very messy, but there was nothing, he just wanted to sleep well, and when he fell asleep, he had no worries.

So he went home very early, and this was also the first time he went home so early since he went to Tianjin for so long.

In fact, for the artist, it refers not only to having no children, but more importantly, there is no heir, this vein is extinct, no one inherits his skills and skills, and it is the same as having no children to support the elderly, so Zhang Kuorucai is so looking forward to accepting He Xiangdong as an apprentice.

It's also a pity that his son doesn't have this talent, artists can't accept apprentices from fathers and sons, they must worship others as teachers, but they can follow their fathers to learn skills and inherit their father's mantle. Mr. Ma Zhiming, the successor of Ma Pai cross talk, was accepted by Mr. Hou Baolin as his teacher, and Dai La was his junior brother, but his inheritance was the mantle of his father Mr. Ma Sanli, which is the reason.

After practicing morning exercises on the second day, He Xiangdong went directly to Zhang Kuoru's house, and when he left, he also bought a copy of Tianjin Daily, he knew that this old gentleman loved to read this.

When he arrived at someone's house, he also helped sweep the floor and wipe the table, wash his face, and serve Mr. Zhang to eat, although he did not nominally worship Mr. Zhang as a teacher, but in his heart he has always recognized Zhang Kuoru very much, and treated him as a master.

Zhang Kuoru's eyes were also full of relief when he looked at He Xiangdong.