Zhang Wenhai was stupid, he was stunned for a long time, and the audience booed several times before he licked his lips and said: "Otherwise, I will recognize you as my godson, and you will die." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Huh?" He Xiangdong exclaimed.

"Woo ......" The audience was going crazy with laughter, and the two people on the stage were not good birds.

He Xiangdong was almost speechless, shook his head helplessly, pointed at Zhang Wenhai and said to the audience: "You all look at how bad this old guy is." ”

Zhang Wenhai widened his eyes and scolded: "I'm still bad? Oh, good guy, who made our family have to be one just now? Besides, why do you have to be in our family, can't your family die?"

He Xiangdong was unhappy, and scolded back: "Nonsense, I'm funny, you're funny, if you want to die, your family will die." ”

The audience was also shocked by He Xiangdong's powerful logic.

Zhang Wenhai gave him a thumbs up: "You are amazing, you are really powerful." ”

He Xiangdong urged: "Say it quickly, hurry up, your family has to die, otherwise I can't read this scripture, I don't care, the key is that the audience is not happy, people have spent money." Right?"

He Xiangdong began to hook up with the audience again, and the audience was also not a big deal to watch the excitement, and they all began to coax: "...... right"

He Xiangdong said triumphantly to Zhang Wenhai: "Do you see it, this is the will of the people, this is the will of the people." ”

Zhang Wenhai was speechless.

He Xiangdong said again: "What I'm most afraid of now is that the audience wants to refund the ticket, if people really want to refund the ticket, what do you say we should do." ”

Zhang Wenhai is going crazy, isn't this product clearly hooking people, sure enough, as soon as the audience heard this, they all came to their hearts, and everyone was shouting in unison to refund the ticket, and the momentum could simply scare people to death.

The peers in that corner are also stupid, Gao Junsheng is acting in dramas, and the drama stage is more serious, when has he ever seen the audience shouting in unison to refund the ticket, this thing is too scary, he swallowed his saliva and said: "This person is really not afraid." ”

Zhu Xiaotao is a two-person artist, and the two-person artist is also a traditional opera, and he is also an artist in the traditional opera industry.

He said to Gao Junsheng: "They say that cross talk likes to make trouble like this, and those who say cross talk can't be afraid of the audience coaxing, you have to be able to hold down the scene, and you have to make the audience more and more lively." Of course, not everyone dares to play like this, it must be a person with real skills, otherwise he has to be made by the audience. ”

Zhang Yunji said thoughtfully: "So you mean that this person is a really capable person?"

Zhu Xiaotao looked at He Xiangdong on the stage, and then looked at the excited audience, he said: "I'm afraid he can't do this skill, look at the audience's reaction, don't you really have the ability to pull so many people?"

Zhang Yunji nodded.

On the stage, He Xiangdong got cheap and behaved, and said to Zhang Wenhai: "Look at what to do, I can't control it anyway." ”

Zhang Wenhai was also devastated, and could only say: "Okay, it's all up to you." ”

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "Then you say, who died in your family?"

Zhang Wenhai waved his hand and said: "Don't go to my family, just Fan Wenquan Lao Fan, it's good for him to die, I will recognize him as my godson now, and I will send a white-haired person to a black-haired person today." ”

He Xiangdong shouted: "Huh...... You're still bad. ”

The audience was laughing, too.

Zhang Wenhai said very kindly: "Hey, I learned this from you." ”

In fact, they didn't discuss these words, they all came on the spot, they only discussed the matter of entering the work, He Xiangdong didn't expect Zhang Wenhai to come like this, he couldn't cry or laugh, this old man is too bad.

He Xiangdong could only say: "Yes, your son died today." ”

Zhang Wenhai covered his face with his hands and cried: "My son, my son." ”

He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled: "It's thanks to my Uncle Fan that I didn't see it, otherwise I would have come to play with you now." ”

Zhang Wenhai urged: "Then you can be sharp, now that the dead person has been chosen, you hurry up and recite your scripture." ”

He Xiangdong said: "I can't read it yet, I have to dress you up." ”

As he spoke, He Xiangdong picked up the white handkerchief on the table and wrapped Zhang Wenhai's head, which really looked like a funeral.

Zhang Wenhai was unhappy: "What about my dead son, I still wear a filial piety hat?"

He Xiangdong said: "Let's make a comparison, the main thing is to let everyone see how well I read this scripture." ”

Zhang Wenhai didn't want to waste time, so he waved his hand directly and said: "You hurry up and read it, if you don't read it, Lao Fan will come out to beat people." ”

He Xiangdong raised his head and smiled, this performance was really casual and joyful, and it was not in the routine, but the effect was really good, and the response from the audience was also very good.

He Xiangdong was no longer ambiguous, his eyes were closed slightly, and the old god was reciting the scriptures: "The dojo is successful, and the relief will be completed." The lord of fasting is pious, and he worships with incense. Under the altar, all the people in the sea raised the holy name. ”

Zhang Wenhai was surprised: "Hey, it sounds like it's really a bit like chanting." ”

The audience was also surprised, it was rare to see He Xiangdong look so serious, but what he learned just now was really similar, the tone of voice and tone was very similar to the old way, and there was a little bit of mystery.

He Xiangdong pretended to be a magic stick, but he really looked a little bit: "The bitter sea is surging and self-calling, charming and not waking up for half a minute, and the world does not read the Mida, and walks in the world in vain." Watching the mountains up close, listening carefully to the silent water, the flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. ”

Zhang Wenhai was stunned: "There are still poems?"

He Xiangdong said again: "In August, the Mid-Autumn geese flew south, a roar and a sadness, the geese had a return day, and the dead souls did not return." ”

Zhang Wenhai nodded and said, "Yes, it's really for the dead." ”

He Xiangdong was quiet, and no one in the audience laughed, and they all looked at He Xiangdong on the stage seriously.

After He Xiangdong paused, he sang: "The first day I came to the ghost gate, the ghost gate, the ghost gate, the dead soul, the eyes were not dry. The tears did not dry up in his eyes. My Buddha is like coming to me, and I'm going to be here. ”

Zhang Wenhai gave a thumbs up and applauded: "Okay." ”

The audience also applauded vigorously, and although the verse was read to the dead, he sang it well. The peers in that corner were also shocked by He Xiangdong's singing skills, especially Zhu Xiaotao, the traditional two-person turn is actually singing-based music, and they are also very particular about singing skills, he immediately heard the power of He Xiangdong's voice skills, and his face was suddenly full of surprise.

He Xiangdong didn't care about the reaction below on stage, and continued to pretend to be a ghost and sing: "The next day, I came to the song and dance hall, I made a mistake and made a mistake for life, and I went to the sea to dance with me for life, and the dancer is also a human being, who do you tell the pain in your heart." ”

"Huh?" Zhang Wenhai exclaimed. (To be continued.) )