There will be countless encounters in life, and every encounter has every mentality, or joy, or nostalgia, or sadness, or anger, all kinds of life, are in it. "Music Text"

The first time He Xiangdong met her was more than ten years ago, when He Xiangdong was just a little artist wandering the rivers and lakes, and he also had a very old and poor Fang Wenqi by his side.

At that time, she was still naïve, she had just completed the college entrance examination and was successfully admitted to Beijing Normal University.

He Xiangdong can't be compared with others at all, one is the pride of the sky, and the other is an artist who abandons the ground.

Thinking about it, He Xiangdong's mentality in the face of her at that time must have been open-minded with inferiority complex and helplessness.

The second encounter was in Beijing, when He Xiangdong founded the Xiangwen Society, but the Xiangwen Society was running poorly, and He Xiangdong couldn't even earn his own food.

At that time, she was an honor student in the country's first-class university, the gap between the two is still very large, and there is no excitement and joy to meet again, for He Xiangdong, he is afraid that he is only embarrassed and embarrassed, after all, the last thing people want to see when they are down is the acquaintances of the year.

Today is the third encounter.

Ten years have passed since then.

The down-and-out little artist has grown up like this, and has become the most popular actor in today's cross talk industry, and his fame is not even inferior to that of ordinary first-line artists. And launched a national tour, with countless fans, countless fans, and countless praises.

And her recent situation, He Xiangdong knows nothing.

Today, after meeting three times and having a thousand mentalities, now He Xiangdong can finally stand in front of her with enough confidence.

But somehow, He Xiangdong couldn't bring up the excitement in his heart, and he didn't feel angry.

Maybe it's just because she's never disliked herself.

He Xiangdong looked at the person in the second row, and the person was also looking at He Xiangdong, with tears in his eyes.

He Xiangdong already felt that his brain couldn't think, and the thousands of viewers in the audience were gone, and there was only one person left in the audience, the one who was soft and weak.

The four eyes are facing each other, and it is a long time to be instantaneous.

He Xiangdong felt that a little smile seemed to be on his face, and he spoke in a voice that only he could hear: "Hello, Zhou Qingqing." ”

……

Xue Guo stood inside the table and first straightened out the somewhat messy handkerchief. The audience who came to give gifts were already gathered under the stage, holding gifts high one by one.

Xue Guo sorted out his things and glanced at He Xiangdong suspiciously. Receiving gifts is generally teasing, and if the audience refers to the name and surname of the person who gives it to the person, then the actor will go out.

So it should be He Xiangdong who should go out to receive the gift at this time, but why is he still stunned, Xue Guo saw it clearly, this kid was really stunned, why was he?

Xue Guo was puzzled.

The audience was already waiting, and someone was shouting: "Teacher He, Teacher Xue......"

Xue Guo touched his nose, and he didn't know what He Xiangdong was smoking, but it was not good for the audience to be clubbed like this, he helped He Xiangdong hold it up, he patted He Xiangdong on the shoulder, and asked, "Hey, Teacher He, what are you looking at, you are so serious?"

Being slapped by Xue Guo like this, He Xiangdong finally came back to his senses, he exhaled, his brain turned fast, and he caught the words with one mouth: "It's okay, I just saw an iron rod standing on a seat under the stage, and the big brother sat down as soon as he sat down." ”

"Huh!" Xue Guo exclaimed.

He Xiangdong said: "I'm still wondering, I've been watching it for a long time, why didn't he react." ”

Xue Guo nodded: "This must be a strong man." ”

"Woo ......" the audience booed in disgust.

In two sentences at will, I shook off two burdens and went out, and the audience coaxed together, and the stunned thing about He Xiangdong on stage just now was over, and no one would care.

It's not that there can be no stage accidents on the cross talk stage, it's not terrible to have an accident, it's normal, as long as the accident is dealt with, this is where you can see what you can do.

After shaking off the burden, He Xiangdong stepped forward to receive the gift. Xue Guo was not idle, and went over with him.

After receiving the gifts, the two piled up a bunch on the stage, and returned to the position where they said cross talk.

He Xiangdong smiled all over his face and said to the audience: "There are a lot of people......

"......" The audience's boos immediately interrupted He Xiangdong's words.

He Xiangdong laughed, pointed at the audience and said, "You guys have learned badly." ”

"Yikes. "There was another louder boo.

Xue Guo also laughed on the side, and said to He Xiangdong: "Don't come here, you thing, it's all stinky to Shandong." ”

He Xiangdong scolded with a smile: "you, I'm an elegant art." ”

"Yikes. The audience was in a hurry again.

Xue Guo also smiled: "When you were scolded at the time, you didn't say that." ”

He Xiangdong smacked up: "you, don't make trouble for me." ”

Xue Guo was dumbfounded: "Me?"

It was only a few minutes after the opening, and the stage and the audience were already very lively, and the audience's emotions were all mobilized by He Xiangdong, which is a real skill.

After shaking off a few burdens at the door, He Xiangdong and Xue Guo introduced themselves again, and cross talk has to say this, water is impermanent, people are amorphous, and cross talk can't say that you are dead.

It's not a sentence to the book, you and I'm talking about it.,This is cross talk.,You have to say cross talk.,Speaking is chatting.,In the chat, I said cross talk.,That's the ability.。

He Xiangdong glanced at Zhou Qingqing who was sitting in the audience again, although he had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he couldn't affect his mentality as much as he did at the beginning, he was an excellent cross talk actor after all, and he could control his emotions.

Zhou Qingqing was also looking at He Xiangdong on the stage, and the initial excitement gradually calmed down.

When he saw He Xiangdong again, Zhou Qingqing felt that he didn't seem to be as excited as he imagined, was he old, and he no longer had the same impulse as when he was a girl?

Zhou Qingqing lowered her eyes, her expression was a little sad and a little lonely, her attention was not on the stage, not even on He Xiangdong.

Even Zhou Qingqing didn't know what she was thinking about now, there was no joy and excitement of the imaginary reunion, but there was no loss, and an indescribably complex psychology lingered in her heart.

I don't know how long it took, but a picture suddenly appeared in Zhou Qingqing's mind, who was silent with his head down.

On a summer night, by the pond, a lonely boy lay on a boulder and muttered to himself, recounting the past, and the girl was beside her, quietly listening, caressing her white skirt and driving away mosquitoes.

That night, the frogs roared, but it was beautiful.