After eating, Fang Wenqi went out by himself, the old man is very busy at night now, he no longer performs on stage, mainly because his body is not good, he is a little out of breath when he speaks quickly, and he has lost a few teeth, his speech is a little leaky, and his words are not accurate. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A cross talk actor doesn't necessarily say that your voice should be particularly good, or that your voice should be particularly good, but the most basic point is that you must be accurate in your words, and you must speak clearly, and you can't speak clearly.

Like many people who talk about cross talk, they can't go on stage when they're old, and their kung fu in this body has lost to time, like Fang Wenqi, you let him sing a little song again, don't tire him to death. When he met someone who was in good health, a folk artist like Fang Wenqi, who had been adrift all his life, was injured and in poor health, he himself said that he was in his 70s and had not died.

Although the old man is no longer on stage for official performances, his heart for the cross talk stage has not weakened because of time, but has become more hot, and he is now also talking about cross talk, just at the door of a supermarket, and there is a big TV next to it.

The 90s was an era of large-scale construction across the country, and many peasants went to the city to work on construction sites, later called migrant workers. These people lived a very hard life in the city, and they usually lived in a shack, which was as hot as a boiler in the summer and as cold as an ice cellar in the winter. Like now, when I go to work in the summer, a group of big men in front of the door have a Huoxiang Zhengqi liquid in their hands, as if they are swearing to go on the expedition, and they drink the celebration wine together today, and they swear endlessly before they are rewarded, and they drink the medicine and work at noon.

The biggest entertainment activity of this group of people is to take a shower after finishing work at night and then go to the supermarket to watch TV, they themselves are absolutely reluctant to buy a TV, although they will buy a big color TV at home after earning money, and then put off the dust, they live in the city for more than 11 months a year, but they are not willing to spend a little money to improve it.

At night, the supermarket will also put the TV at the door, and then turn up the volume, anyway, for the supermarket, one person is watching, and a group of people are watching, and it doesn't cost much. And so many people come to the door to watch TV, some are thirsty and hungry, and if they want to buy something, they must buy it in their store, isn't this increasing sales again?

Even if there are some people who are very economical, they don't buy anything when they watch TV for a month, but no matter how much they save the necessary daily necessities, they still have to buy, where else can they buy this, and the emotional investment is here, and now people are becoming more and more savvy in business.

Fang Wenqi is performing next to the TV, he can't officially appear on stage now, but to say a little bit, it's okay to make a little joke, anyway, he doesn't charge money, and he doesn't feel sorry for the audience.

Not to mention, there are still a lot of people who listen to his stand-up comedy, and at night there are two groups of people at the entrance of the supermarket, a group of people watching TV, a group of people listening to cross talk around an old man, and these two groups of people still dislike each other.

Fang Wenqi was stubborn enough when he was young, but now he is more stubborn than he looks old, he has no choice but to compete with someone else's TV, and he has been thinking about new jokes recently.

The sitcom "I Love My Family" is being rebroadcast on TV, there are many people who like to watch it, and the old man has to use the viewing rate of his cross talk to fight for other people's ratings, but he is stubborn, and He Xiangdong can't persuade him.

It is worth mentioning that the supermarket owner is a cross talk fan of the old man, as long as the old man passes at night, the supermarket owner prepares tea chairs in the morning, and there is a large piece of iced watermelon, which is better than He Xiangdong.

After the old man left, He Xiangdong silently cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks at home, washed and put them away, now it was a little dark, he dragged out a large cardboard box from under the bed, opened the thick clothes, took out a small wooden box in the middle, opened it, and put a folding fan inside, a piece of waking wood, and a bamboo drum stick.

The folding fan and the waking wood were given to him by Zhang Kuoru, which was used by the master of Shuanghouping back then, and the drum stick was a gift given to him by Tian Jiani when they were separated, He Xiangdong took out the drum stick, he has kept it very well over the years, and the drum stick has not rotted or rotten.

He Xiangdong rubbed it silently in his hand, his eyes gradually blurred, and he remembered the girl with pigtails back then, and the crying face when they parted.

Holding a drum stick, beating a drum in the void, according to the plank, he opened his mouth to sing.

"The grass under the slope of Ma Wei is green, and there is still a concubine mausoleum today.

There are poems on the wall that are all hateful, and there are no guests in the shrine without hurt.

Wanli West Patrol Gentleman, please go, He Lao sighed on a rainy night.

Yang Guifei's fragrance was scattered under the pear blossom tree, and Chen Yuanli led the soldiers to protect the car.

Sigh the king's desolation and loneliness, one heart seems to be drunk, two tears are like pouring ......"

After singing the song "Sword Pavilion Ringing", He Xiangdong exhaled a long breath, smiled self-deprecatingly, and put the drum stick back in the wooden box, and then buried it in his clothes and put it away.

After glancing at the time, he set off to go out, no matter what, life always has to go on, life is like this, she is good you will be happy, she is good you will also be happy, but you will also be disappointed.

After arriving at the teahouse, He Xiangdong was still a little distracted, and Wu Jin also came over to ask him what happened, and he just smiled.

Wu Jin's son Wu Yang also came over, and as soon as he came, he pestered He Xiangdong to play, and he had to call him master, in fact, He Xiangdong didn't accept him, but this child likes cross talk very much, and he always listens to his father praise this uncle at home, and then he doesn't depend on He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong usually likes to tease this child, but tonight he is not very interested, and he chats with the child without a word.

was about to go on stage, He Xiangdong rubbed his face a few times and went up, and he always had a smiling face in front of the audience. He has good artistic virtues, no matter what happens to him, he will never bring his private emotions to the stage, and if the audience spends money, he must be worthy of others.

At more than 10 o'clock, the scene was dispersed, He Xiangdong changed his clothes and did not go home, walking alone on the road, the moonlight was very bright tonight, and the alley was not equipped with street lights, but it was also clear to see.

The night is late, the weather is cooler, and the evening breeze is very comfortable to blow on the body. He Xiangdong walked alone to a pond not far away, lay down on a big rock, put his hands behind his head, and looked at the starry sky, surrounded by frogs and crickets, very loud.

"Are you unhappy?" a soft female voice sounded.

He Xiangdong didn't turn around, he knew that Zhou Qingqing was following him from the time he went out, but he didn't say anything, he said: "It's nothing, it's like this all of a sudden." ”

"Oh. Zhou Qingqing also walked over, found a stone pier next to He Xiangdong and sat down, and sat silently together without speaking.

After a long time, He Xiangdong turned his head to look at her, Zhou Qingqing was very beautiful tonight, wearing a white dress in the bright moonlight, looking very holy, just like a fairy, He Xiangdong couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and then said: "If you don't go back so late, your father is not worried." ”

Zhou Qingqing also looked at He Xiangdong, her bright eyes were very bright, she shook her head, and then said, "You haven't told me why you're unhappy, it's still fine when you leave in the afternoon." ”

He Xiangdong smiled, sighed, and laughed at himself: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly feel very useless." ”

Zhou Qingqing hurriedly said: "No, I think you are very powerful, you can speak cross talk, you can sing songs, and you still support your master, take care of him so well, there are not many people like you who are so good." ”

He Xiangdong smiled, his eyes moved slightly to reveal a blurred look, he didn't know what he remembered, he said: "Raise my master?

"Letter. Zhou Qingqing said decisively.

He Xiangdong turned his head and glanced at her deeply, then smiled faintly, and said slowly: "At that time, dozens of people pointed to the three of us talking about cross talk, and hung up my name alone, and the tickets could be sold out, and everyone could eat." ”

He Xiangdong's eyes were even more confused, a complicated smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he bit his lower lip and said, "And that year, I was nine years old. ”