The four audience members were naturally so happy to watch this afternoon's performance that the laughter never stopped, and the performance lasted for two and a half hours until half past five. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The four spectators also walked out satisfied, and did not say that they wanted to refund the ticket money. It's just that this master is tired enough, and he earns 20 yuan for an afternoon of busy work, and the rent here is 200 a day, and the income is only so much, He Xiangdong began to worry about the rent for the next month.

For dinner, he used the 20 yuan ticket money to ask for three catties of fried cakes, the kind with eggs, He Xiangdong also told Fan Wenquan that at least he was not a "poor stew", but also with eggs, and several people also laughed, which can be regarded as a joy in suffering.

That night, there were only three people to listen to the cross talk, no matter how many people or how small they were, the ticket money for this day was a total of thirty-five yuan, and I looked at the meter, and used up the small twenty kilowatt-hours of electricity on this day.

Not to mention paying rent, it's not even enough to eat, no one in this year said that they wanted to take the initiative to listen to a cross talk, He Xiangdong asked himself if his level was not bad, but why didn't anyone come in.

Time also, fate also, as the old saying goes, no chance talent equals shit!

At nine o'clock in the evening, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai each took their cars home, and He Xiangdong took out his broken bicycle that rang everywhere except for the bell and rode home.

From the third ring to Daxing, he rode for three hours, and when he got home, it was already more than twelve o'clock, and he didn't care about washing, so he rolled into bed with exhaustion, whether it was dirty or not.

He was tired......

It's really hard to mix in the folk cross talk club these days, the garden has been open for a few days, there are very few people who come to listen to cross talk, and their grandfathers don't have a good economic mind, they just want to make money by selling their own skills.

In most cases, there is no one in the morning, and occasionally a few people will come to listen to a cross talk in the afternoon, and in the evening, it is a little better, there can be seven or eight, and when it is better, there can be more than a dozen, but they still haven't earned the rent money, fortunately, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai don't have to open a share, otherwise they really don't even have to eat.

Not to mention that during this period of time, riding dozens of kilometers every day, plus the food is not good, He Xiangdong's originally fat body has lost a lot of weight.

When the business of the theater is good, there can be twenty or thirty people a day to listen to cross talk, but if it catches up with the bad weather such as strong wind and rain, there may be no one left.

On October 27, it rained heavily in Beijing.

The area at the entrance of the theater was a little sunken, and it was a small puddle when it rained, and it was so heavy that it crackled on the ground, and there was not a single pedestrian on the street, and all the vehicles came and went with the doors and windows closed.

Fan Wenquan looked outside and said, "Yes, the weather forecast says that this rain will fall until midnight, and today is a blind day." ”

Zhang Wenhai also said: "I think let's go back early, the rain is too heavy, and no one will definitely come to listen to cross talk today." ”

Fan Wenquan nodded with a wry smile and said, "Alas, how can we leave the ground here as before, the wind is halved, and the rain is all over." ”

Zhang Wenhai sighed, there were a lot of vicissitudes on his thin face, and he sighed: "There are more audiences than us, let's just guard the grave for cross talk, this is the daily life of a grave keeper." ”

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were silent, and the atmosphere was so solemn that it could crush people to death, and only those who had really experienced it knew this unspeakable powerlessness. Obviously they are all people with great skills, but they can't even earn money for food due to reality.

He Xiangdong's eyes were bloodshot, he looked at the two old gentlemen, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You two elders go back first, it's inconvenient to rain so heavily." ”

After being silent for a while, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai sighed silently, took an umbrella and went out on the bus.

He Xiangdong was sitting alone in the theater, the lights were not on, it was raining heavily outside, and his heart was very cold. As night fell, He Xiangdong's lonely figure was printed on the window glass.

In the middle of the night, the rain finally stopped, He Xiangdong stood up and sighed, and saw a pack of cigarettes on the table, which was left by Fan Wenquan, in order to protect his throat, he had never smoked, I don't know why he suddenly wanted to smoke now, and there was an inexplicable irritability.

He opened the cigarette case unskillfully, took out a cigarette from it, found the lighter and lit it, but only took a puff, and his tears were about to choke out.

"Cough cough cough cough ......" He Xiangdong held his knee and coughed violently, tears came out, his eyes were red, and he said: "No wonder Master doesn't let me smoke, it's so choking." ”

"Fuck you. He Xiangdong slammed the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and then went out to pull out the bicycle and walked forward in the mud.

When he rode until Guo Gongzhuang, the broken tire of the broken bicycle was broken, He Xiangdong got off the bike and took a look, and found that it was punctured by a thumbtack.

"The roof leak happened to rain overnight, and the ship was late and encountered a head wind. He Xiangdong smiled bitterly and dragged the bicycle forward step by step.

The road was full of water, and after a while, his shoes were all wet, and it was very uncomfortable to walk on it, and he didn't know how long he had been walking, He Xiangdong was tripped up, and the accumulated emotions exploded all of a sudden, and he picked up the bicycle with both hands and smashed it on the ground.

One, two, three, until exhausted.

He Xiangdong sat on the ground dejectedly, full of bitterness, and looked up to see the starry sky after the rain, the stars were shining, and the lights of thousands of homes in Beijing could still be seen in the distance, bustling all night, but on this desolate road, he was the only one in the lonely darkness.

"Hahaha......" He Xiangdong smiled desolately: "The world is big, but there is no place for me, I can speak cross talk, I say better than anyone else." ”

The last sentence, He Xiangdong roared and shouted, at this moment, his heart was very desolate, he thought that it might be difficult to come to Beijing, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult, just like someone's poem described, "Floating tourists in Yanjing for several years, looking at Sang Ziyi from afar." It is difficult to find the shore of mercy in the bitter sea, and the great hero is buried in the poor hole".

He Xiangdong sat on the muddy road for a long, long time, and he didn't know what time it was, and the cold wind blew in the second half of the night, making him feel a biting chill, and he shivered hard before he woke up from the chaos.

Looking at the bicycle that fell to the ground, he smiled bitterly, sighed, and picked up the bicycle, no matter how difficult it was, life still had to be passed.

The manic and uncontrollable state of mind comes and goes quickly.

He Xiangdong didn't know how he got home, and he didn't know how far he had walked, but he just remembered to keep walking, and when he got home, he took off his clothes and went to sleep.

Then he fell unconscious, and the next day he was very dizzy, and he had a fever and was groggy all the time, and he couldn't wake up, and his throat was thirsty and smoking.

"Am I sick?" was the last thought of the little consciousness that He Xiangdong had left, and then he felt a pair of cold little hands probing his forehead, and after that he didn't know anything.