This cross talk joke actually has nothing to do with the return, that is, He Xiangdong made a small joke according to the model of the big bodyguard article who doesn't know how to pretend to understand, just like he said himself, and greeted the return with laughter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing the audience's reaction was also very good, He Xiangdong showed a relieved smile, and then looked at the little beggar who was smoking the cigarette butts he picked up at the door with a gloomy face, the raging Beijing wind still couldn't blow his united hair, He Xiangdong decided to give him an extra chicken leg at night.

bowed and stepped down, He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai went backstage to drink water and rest.

Guo Qing and Fan Wenquan were replaced, Guo Qing teased, and Fan Wenquan gave him a job. There were only a few people in the garden, and no one reported the curtain or anything, all the actors changed their clothes and went up by themselves.

Backstage, Zhang Wenhai sat down, picked up the big tea jar and drank half of it in one go, reached out and unbuttoned the top two buttons, spread it wantonly with the half fan, and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with a wet towel, and said: "It's hot just after Lixia, I just have an undershirt inside, and a coat outside feels hot and scratchy." ”

He Xiangdong took off his coat directly, and inside was a white sleeveless vest, the fat was loose and loose, very imageless, he was fatter, and he couldn't stand the heat, and he worked stage, and now the back of the vest is almost soaked.

He Xiangdong picked up a towel on his head, wiped it on his face and neck, and fanned it with a fan, and said: "It's hot, I'm going to turn on the air conditioner in a few days, otherwise the audience won't be able to stand it, alas, it's another expense." ”

Looking at He Xiangdong's appearance of buttoning the rope, Zhang Wenhai couldn't help laughing: "Look at you like that, put on a small hat for you, dip two beards, and get a bullshit plaster to put on, you can get rid of the landlord and old wealth of the old society, and you can buckle the rope of the melon and the jujube, and you will not lose it." ”

He Xiangdong rolled his eyes at Zhang Wenhai and said: "Mr. Zhang, you don't know how expensive oil and salt are at home, our garden is just enough to spend now, this summer to turn on such a big air conditioner, it costs a lot of electricity, even if it is three or five spectators, we have to open it, as soon as the air conditioning is turned on, it will run into the entire garden, and it will be a whole day as soon as it is opened, this is all money." ”

Zhang Wenhai smiled, he himself had a small purple sand teapot, the tea that had just been brewed before the front was on the field, and now it was just right, and he drank a lot of cold water in front of him who was hot and thirsty, and now he was relieved, he was going to start enjoying it, picked up the small teapot, sucked lightly against the spout of the teapot, and showed a smile of enjoyment, so he said to He Xiangdong unhurriedly: "What are you in a hurry, I see that there are a lot of people who came today." ”

He Xiangdong also found a chair and sat down, he didn't have a purple clay pot to make tea, so he took the enamel tea jar again, and took a sip of cold white like Zhang Wenhai, and said: "We also took advantage of the return event to attract these people this time, this is luck, we can't have such good luck every time, how can there be so many people in the future." ”

Zhang Wenhai looked at He Xiangdong holding a broken tea jar and drinking water, and he was also amused, shook his head and said: "We, we are all people who don't know how to do business, and we don't have any business minds, so we know that we can talk about cross talk, technology and artistic issues." In terms of business, you have to ask someone who knows how to do it. ”

He Xiangdong thought for a while, and found that he was really not good at doing business, he put down the tea jar and asked Zhang Wenhai: "Mr. Zhang, we don't know anyone who knows how to do it, and besides, people may not be willing to help us, and if people want to collect money, what should we do?"

Zhang Wenhai smiled, showed a mouthful of white and neat teeth, pushed the old-fashioned glasses, and said meaningfully: "Who said that we don't know anyone who knows how to do it, and that person won't ask for a penny." ”

He Xiangdong was puzzled: "Who?"

Zhang Wenhai smiled and said, "Who gave you the idea of holding a special show?"

He Xiangdong suddenly became clear, looked in the direction of the stage, and then quickly looked back at Zhang Wenhai, and said in surprise: "You mean ......?"

Zhang Wenhai nodded with a smile on his face.

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After the evening ended, He Xiangdong talked to Guo Qing about this matter, saying that he asked his Su Xiaoya to come over and help the garden think of a way to help the garden develop and grow as soon as possible and attract more audiences.

When Guo Qing heard this, he immediately patted his chest and agreed, and the next morning, he went to discuss with the girl. He Xiangdong was still feeling the deep brotherhood, so concerned about his affairs, and willing to help him beg for help, and his tears were about to fall.

Later, I learned that the girl was writing a final thesis, the theme of which was how to make a small business develop rapidly, Guo Qing, the bastard, sold Xiang Wenshe at once, and also had the idea of holding a special session in front of her.

This time, Guo Qing directly told the girl that Xiang Wenshe was the practice template for her final thesis, and asked her to do nothing despite her drastic efforts.

Even He Xiangdong only found out about this later, this guy with the opposite sex and inhumanity, ****.

After the end of the scene, Guo Qing, Zhang Wenhai, and Fan Wenquan all took their own cars home, He Xiangdong walked at the end, he counted today's ticket money carefully, more than 1,800, tsk, not old and young.

Then he turned off the light, and in the darkness, He Xiangdong pulled open the table with miscellaneous items with his memory, and hid the money in a small dark compartment on the side of the table against the wall, which was a temporary place to store money, and he would go to the bank tomorrow to deposit the money.

After going out, lock the door, check it carefully a few times, and then He Xiangdong walked out.

As soon as he arrived on the street, he found that the little beggar had not left, and was still squatting at the gate of the garden smoking the cigarette butts he had picked up, and I did not know where he had gotten so many cigarette butts.

He Xiangdong looked at him, felt in his trouser pocket and found that there was still money, so he went to the small shop next door and bought a big chicken leg for the little beggar, a bottle of shampoo, a piece of soap, and some other things to eat.

He took it and handed it to the little beggar and said, "These are for you, thank you for helping me watch the scene." ”

The little beggar looked up at He Xiangdong, his dirty and dark face had a pair of bright eyes, he reached out to take the thing, and without saying thank you, he took out the chicken legs, tore open the wrapper, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and the cigarette butt in his hand was still red and bright.

He Xiangdong was not in a hurry to go home, so he sat down next to the little beggar and asked, "Where are you from? How long have you been in Beijing?"

The little beggar didn't answer him, but buried himself in eating chicken legs.

He Xiangdong looked at the appearance of the little beggar, smiled, and recalled: "I was also a beggar when I was a child, I asked for food on the street, and if I didn't get money, I would be beaten. ”

The little beggar stopped eating, looked up at He Xiangdong with a slight surprise, and his eyes were still shining.

He Xiangdong smiled, looked at the little beggar, recalled Xiao Se, and sighed slightly: "At that time, I was very scared every day, afraid that I would be broken one day, so every day I desperately asked for money, and others kept pestering him if they didn't give it to me, they beat me and scolded me, and I didn't leave, because I was very scared, afraid that one day my hands and feet would be cut off." ”

The little beggar put down the chicken leg and looked at He Xiangdong with a different look in his eyes.

He Xiangdong continued to recall: "Later, I was rescued by my master, and I escaped from the demon cave. My master treated me very well, taught me to read and write, taught me to sing and learn, taught me to speak cross talk, and gave me the ability to settle down. ”

The little beggar took a puff of the cigarette butt that had reached the end and spoke, this was the first time He Xiangdong heard him speak, his voice was very good, magnetic and had a sense of vicissitudes: "Everyone has their own life, whether bitter or sweet, it is the only way to live." No matter how unsatisfactory the past is, you can still say it with a smile. ”

He Xiangdong was stunned. (To be continued.) )