"Hey, hey, hey......"

"Hehe......"

"Hey...... Huh, hey, hey, hey, hey......"

"Hmph, well, ah, haha...... Hey, hey, ha, uh-huh, uh-huh, he......y, he

……

"What's wrong with him?" Fan Wenquan asked suspiciously. （）

Zhang Wenhai snorted lightly, glanced at He Xiangdong, and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Fan Wenquan looked at it in surprise. I saw He Xiangdong covering his face with his hands, making a strange humming sound in his mouth, and his whole body squirmed.

Fan Wenquan saw a chill and shivered, he really couldn't stand He Xiangdong's ghostly appearance.

Zhang Wenhai also shook his head and smiled helplessly, young man.

Silently sighing and recalling the taste of youth, Zhang Wenhai walked to He Xiangdong's side, pushed him and said, "Hey, don't be a nymphomaniac." ”

He Xiangdong raised his head to look at him, his face was full of spring, he shook his head, twisted his body, and said coquettishly: "What are you doing, say it." ”

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan shook their wits together, and the goosebumps on their bodies stood up. Fan Wenquan exclaimed: "He is going to become a refinement." ”

Zhang Wenhai scolded: "He is already a goblin." ”

Fan Wenquan took the next sentence: "It's about to be perverted." ”

He Xiangdong covered his face again and began to be shy.

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan were chilled.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the metamorphosis He Xiangdong restrained a little, because he was about to perform on stage, as a cross talk artist, he was still very artistic, and the emotions in life, whether good or bad, would not be brought to the stage to affect his performance.

After the afternoon performance, it was already dinner time, Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan couldn't care about dinner, and while He Xiangdong's mind was still normal, they immediately pulled him to talk about things.

"Dongzi, are you still in a normal mind now?" Fan Wenquan confirmed again very carefully and carefully.

He Xiangdong looked at Fan Wenquan a little uncertainly, and wondered, "Uncle Shi, what do you mean by this?"

Fan Wenquan looked at Zhang Wenhai, Zhang Wenhai also frowned, looked at He Xiangdong seriously, stretched out five fingers in front of him, and asked, "How much is this?"

He Xiangdong rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "Neurotic." ”

Fan Wenquan was overjoyed: "Oh, I'll scold people, my brain is normal, Lao Zhang, hurry up and get down to business." ”

Zhang Wenhai didn't dare to be ambiguous, he immediately rolled up his sleeves, and his speed of speech was comparable to that of a penetration: "Dongzi, listen, we thought about it carefully, now the business in the garden is much better, and there is a good income, and now we can't cope with so many audiences by a few of us, I feel a little struggling." ”

"There is also the fact that sooner or later our garden will develop and grow, and it can't be just a few of us forever, so we discussed it to see if we can recruit some more artists to come in and perform together, or invite them to perform together, and let the audience see the performances of different famous artists, which is also a promotion for our reputation as a literary society, what do you think?"

After saying a long paragraph, Zhang Wenhai let out a long breath of turbidity, as if he had just fought a tough battle, not to mention how tired he was.

He Xiangdong looked at Zhang Wenhai with some puzzlement, not because of the suggestion he put forward, he had considered the idea of strengthening before, but what he didn't understand was how Zhang Wenhai spoke like he was shooting a machine gun.

He said: "I think what you said is quite reasonable, but why are you speaking so fast, where are you going to go on the pole?"

Zhang Wenhai snorted angrily and said, "You are embarrassed to say that there is no one in the morning." ”

"Is there one?" He Xiangdong asked suspiciously.

Fan Wenquan also shook his head and smiled helplessly, and said, "Okay, stop arguing about these issues, how do we recruit people from the Literary Society, do you two have a clue." ”

When he said this, his eyes were looking at He Xiangdong, he had already discussed it with Zhang Wenhai, and now he was mainly asking He Xiangdong's thoughts and opinions.

He Xiangdong also understood this, so he asked: "What do you two think, I don't know many people, so I mainly have to look at you." ”

Zhang Wenhai nodded and said: "We discussed it a little before, and at present, the main thing is to find some old artists who have the strength to be idle at home to help and help the field, if they are willing to join us, this is naturally a good thing." ”

Fan Wenquan took over the conversation and continued: "The main reason for inviting powerful old artists is to strengthen the strength of our Xiangwen Society, because these are people who have jobs in their hands and have a lot of experience, and they can go on stage by changing their clothes." In addition, we should start cultivating the next generation, the garden can't always rely on the older generation, there must be fresh blood. ”

After the two finished speaking, He Xiangdong did not reply immediately, but frowned and thought for a while, and after a while, he said: "I think it is feasible, if you invite old artists, you two should come forward, I don't know many people in Beijing." There are also those artists, well, I think we should choose carefully, ability is secondary, human nature is first, I don't want to invite my mother, and make everyone unhappy when the time comes. ”

Zhang Wenhai said with a smile: "Don't worry about this, we are old, we know this matter in our hearts, in fact, Lao Fan and I have both drawn up the list, and when you finish nodding, we will go to invite someone." ”

He Xiangdong was flattered and said: "Yo, I attach so much importance to my opinion, I'm going to be embarrassed." ”

Fan Wenquan also said: "You are our class leader, how dare we two old men not ask you." ”

"Hahaha......" He Xiangdong also laughed. ｗw.uuｋnshu)

After a pause, He Xiangdong said again: "As for cultivating the next generation, it is naturally important to replenish fresh blood, but this kind of thing still depends on fate, and we are not running a quyi school, openly recruiting people for exams or something." Even if a child comes in to learn cross talk, we have to follow the old rules, three years of apprenticeship and two years of service, well, hey, don't worry, there will be it, as long as we get better at the literary society, someone will naturally come to the door to apprentice. ”

After speaking, He Xiangdong narrowed his eyes slightly, and he remembered the disciple of the Koumeng in the small teahouse in Yuncheng, Shandong, Wu Yang, although he didn't put a branch, but he also kowtowed to himself on the ground seriously, and he also worshiped the master.

I don't know how this child is doing now, but inevitably he thought of Zhou Qingqing again, and let out a long sigh, Creation makes people, time can smooth everything, I hope she is all the best.

After a little discussion, everyone had the same idea, and it was easy to reach a consensus.

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan also began to invite artists, but two days later, He Xiangdong came to the backstage of the garden, but saw Zhang Wenhai sitting on a chair with an ugly face, and Fan Wenquan smoking a cigarette and smiling bitterly. (To be continued.) )