At the end of the performance that night, He Xiangdong hung his head and followed the master home, he walked backstage, he didn't dare to say a word, and he didn't know what to say.

After arriving home, Fang Wenqi found a chair and sat down, picked up a large enamel iron can, drank several sips of cold water, put down the cup, and looked at his apprentice who was already a little uneasy.

He Xiangdong glanced up at his master with some fear, then quickly lowered his head, knelt down, and confessed his mistake: "I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong." ”

Fang Wenqi sighed silently, he was also a little unhappy with his apprentice's behavior, it was not that he didn't want Dongzi to visit Master Pingshu, but he had to talk to himself about this kind of big thing.

"Get up. Fang Wenqi said.

He Xiangdong was unmoved, still kneeling on the ground.

Fang Wenqi looked at him and asked, "When did you worship Mr. Zhang?"

He Xiangdong shook his head and said, "I didn't worship him as a teacher. ”

"What?" Fang Wenqi exclaimed, "You lied before?"

This problem is serious, there are misconceptions in the master's place, if this thing spreads, Dongzi will never be mixed in the art world again in his life. Fang Wenqi was really angry this time, it was much more serious than before, this kid was too ignorant, why was he so messy.

At that moment, he was no longer ambiguous, and shouted: "Explain things clearly, what is going on." ”

He Xiangdong's body trembled, and he immediately whispered about the original incident, starting from the beginning when he and the little fat man went to the restaurant to eat, when it came to betting, making trouble, and Zhang Kuoru wanted to take him as an apprentice, he refused, but he still followed others to learn things.

Fang Wenqi was also surprised when he heard it, he didn't expect that in such a few days, his little apprentice would experience so many things. From the very beginning, he was relieved when he heard that Zhang Kuoru was indeed near the theater, because Mr. Zhang had been away from the art world for a long time, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, what he was most afraid of was that Mr. Zhang had been around for eternity, and his apprentice was still deceiving people under the banner of others.

It's good that the person is still there, Fang Wenqi even thought about letting his old face go, no matter what, he has to let Mr. Zhang accept this child, and he must not let Dongzi's career as an artist be cut off here.

When he heard that Zhang Kuoru wanted to accept apprentices, but Dongzi refused, his heart was very excited and emotional. Zhang Kuoru's line is different from him, people are famous teachers, and they have been passed down from generation to generation, and Dongzi worships under others, and the road will be very smooth in the future.

And his own lineage, it is not impossible to say that he was born in a wild road, he and his master were also self-taught, no door and no household, and later they also worshipped a senior of the Shouzi generation who couldn't get along and changed his career to do business as a teacher, in fact, the senior was much younger than Fang Wenqi's master, but he still worshipped someone else as a teacher, just for a gateway background.

That master can't get mixed up anymore, how can he have the ability to teach Fang Wenqi's master and apprentice, including Fang Wenqi's master, he actually doesn't have any great ability, and he has never become a corner.

Even Fang Wenqi himself asked Baijiayi and suffered countless hardships before he finally became famous, but the good times didn't last long, he was fired by the Quyi Troupe within a few years, and then disappeared for decades.

Just like now Dongzi goes out to report his family and reports a few words of Fang Wenqi, and how many people are willing to sell this face. The art world is like this, after you worship a famous teacher or a famous family, you will be mixed up a lot, and if others want to harm you, they will weigh the backers behind you, and others don't have so many scruples about the background of a small family, Fang Wenqi suffered a lot of losses in this back then, and it is estimated that his apprentice will not be able to please him in the future.

"Alas......" Fang Wenqi walked over and helped He Xiangdong up, his eyes flashed with kindness, obviously they were all children raised by themselves, why is the gap so big, he said: "Child, wash and go to sleep, and visit Mr. Zhang's house tomorrow." ”

"Ah......" He Xiangdong looked up at his master in dismay.

……

On the second day, Fang Wenqi bought a little gift and took He Xiangdong to visit Zhang Kuoru's home.

In the face of the visit of this master and apprentice, Zhang Kuoru was also slightly surprised, Fang Wenqi did not dare to slack off, he respected others, if you want to talk about it, Zhang Kuoru's seniority is still above him.

The two drove He Xiangdong out without saying a few words, the two old men chatted for a long time in the room, and He Xiangdong didn't run far in the courtyard.

He heard bursts of laughter coming from the room, presumably the two of them were talking very happily, He Xiangdong sat on the stone steps at the door, one hand supporting his head, and waited quietly.

When it was almost time for lunch, Fang Wenqi took He Xiangdong to say goodbye, and Zhang Kuoru personally went out to see him off, with a smile on his face that could not be concealed.

When he got out of Zhang's house, Fang Wenqi's first words were: "Dongzi, you go back and prepare to prepare, and apprentice tomorrow." ”

"Huh?" He Xiangdong was startled.

Fang Wenqi touched He Xiangdong's little head and said: "Mr. Zhang's storytelling skills are very deep, he is a good big horn, this is your creation, you have to take advantage of this opportunity." ”

He Xiangdong lowered his head and hesitated: "But...... But...... I don't want to be a teacher. ”

Fang Wenqi frowned and asked, "Why?"

He Xiangdong said in a low voice: "I don't want to worship others as teachers, in my heart there is only you as the master." ”

Fang Wenqi smiled with satisfaction, touched He Xiangdong's little head and said: "You have this heart, Master is very happy, but let's say that it is normal for cross talk to worship the master of storytelling, even if you don't worship today, I will let you worship others as teachers when you meet a suitable storyteller in the future." ”

"Master won't care about this, in the future, when you meet a suitable drum master, opera master, or other actors, you want to apprentice, and Master will not stop you, but will be very happy. ”

"Why?" He Xiangdong asked, puzzled.

Fang Wenqi smiled slightly: "Because these are things that will be of great help to you in the future, our old art industry actually retains a little bit of the spirit of the rivers and lakes, and now some old rules are slowly emerging again, if you don't apprentice, people will not pass on your true skills to you, you can learn more are your own creation, and the development and future on the road of cross talk will be better in the future." If you can be well, Master will be relieved. ”

He Xiangdong's tears fell suddenly, he turned around and hugged the master who had raised him since he was a child, and said in a choked voice: "You will always be my master, and you will always be ......"

Fang Wenqi also hugged this little apprentice, tears flashing in the corners of his eyes, how could this child not be his only concern in the world.