He Xiangdong has also lived half of his life, and he has met a lot of people and had a lot of experiences along the way. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As He Xiangdong's cross talk spread, his fame gradually spread to the whole country, in the years of wandering the rivers and lakes, He Xiangdong and Fang Wenqi traveled all over China, and there were people who had met everywhere, and those people now finally recognized that this was the person and his cross talk.

Even the condolence performance that He Xiangdong went to run with the art troupe back then, so many years have passed, and the audience there still remembers He Xiangdong, although he has only performed one or two performances.

But I can't forget it, I really can't forget it, this bastard ran away after digging the pit, and I haven't been back for so many years, this pit daddy's lack of morality.

So much so that He Xiangdong didn't dare to take the train very much, it was all made back then, and he had to carry snacks when he went out.

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Even Fu Sheng, who had a competition with He Xiangdong in Xi'an, was full of emotion, he expected that He Xiangdong would become a great man, but when this day came, he was still embarrassed.

A cemetery in Yichang, Hubei.

A middle-aged woman dressed in a black down jacket with flowers, paper money and food in her hand walked to a tombstone.

The middle-aged woman picked up some garbage and debris in front of the tombstone with her hands, first arranged the flowers, then put the snacks and food on the table, then lit the paper money and other items, and finally took the newspaper and burned it together.

The middle-aged woman looked at the photo on the tombstone, couldn't tell what it was like, looked at it silently for a while, and then reached out and wiped the photo on the tombstone to make the photo appear clearer.

The middle-aged woman sighed, sat down in front of the tombstone, took the wine she brought, poured a full glass, sprinkled it in front of the tomb, and said, "Dad, the person you were thinking about before you died finally has news, and they are now a big horn." You see, now that the newspapers and broadcasts are all over the place, you should rest assured. ”

"Dad, Dad, you are obviously a Peking Opera actor, how can you be so interested in talking about cross talk, as for your heart for decades? Later, they were all sick like that, and they still can't forget those two, and they have to wait for them to come back in Tianjin. ”

"Who are these two, why are you so troubled, alas? I know you blame us for bringing you to Yichang, but you can't help it, you have to take care of your illness. You should be a daughter and unfilial, today I see the character you have in mind, and I will tell you about it, so that you can rest assured in heaven. ”

The middle-aged woman took out a walkman from her bag, and now the cross talk of the Xiangwen Society has also issued pirated tapes, and the middle-aged woman has also bought a few volumes.

The middle-aged woman pressed the play button and sat on the grave, listening to cross talk with her long-deceased father.

"It's our turn. ”

"Hey, it's us. ”

"When you come to the stage, you have to introduce yourself first, and you have to let the audience know each other. ”

"That's as it should be. ”

"My name is He Xiangdong, and I am an inconspicuous character in the cross talk industry. ”

"You're welcome. ”

"This guy standing next to me is an amazing person. ”

"Ouch, that's not a good idea. ”

"Friends, this is a pure man, this is a noble man, this is a man who has detached himself from low tastes. ”

"You've won the prize, you're too good. ”

"No, no, what's your name?"

"Huh, don't you know?"

……

In Taiyuan, Shanxi, an old man in a small farm yard silently left two lines of tears.

A little kid trotted over and asked cautiously, "Third grandfather, why are you crying, don't cry or cry, I'll wipe it for you." ”

The child clumsily wiped tears from the old man's face.

The old man was holding the newspaper in his hand, crying and laughing on his face: "I'm happy, happy, Xiao Dongzi has finally grown up, and I don't know what happened to my old brother Fang, and I don't know if Xiao Dongzi still recognizes his third uncle Yang." ”

The child looked at the old man suspiciously, not understanding at all.

……

In Shandong, Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School, a female teacher in the Chinese group watched the video on the computer over and over again during lunch time, and she was in tears when she watched it.

The teacher who came back from dinner next to him was startled when he saw this scene, and hurriedly came over to see the situation, looking at the video on the computer, people were even more puzzled: "Isn't this He Xiangdong, I like to listen to his cross talk, but Mr. Zhou, isn't his cross talk quite funny? Why do you still cry when you listen to it?"

Zhou Qingqing didn't hear the person next to her speak at all, her eyes kept staring at He Xiangdong on the computer, her eyes were already red, she got acquainted with He Xiangdong Yu Weimo, and she also witnessed He Xiangdong when he was the most depressed.

However, she was not with He Xiangdong at that time, and He Xiangdong did not give her this opportunity to accompany her.

She has always been just a passer-by in He Xiangdong's life, a passer-by who has no fate, but she can't forget the heroic twilight appearance of the guy lying on the stone and watching the starry sky in that hot summer, on the edge of the pond where the frogs were croaking, and said that he had raised dozens of people when he was nine years old.

She also can't forget that night of separation, in that hotel, she mustered all the courage to embrace the person who might leave forever in her life.

She can't forget the joy of meeting again in Beijing, and the fact that she was rejected on the streets of Beijing, but still pretended to be strong......

Bit by bit, come together as one.

Memories are like a tide, surging, and there are all kinds of tastes in the heart, but the eyes have long been blurred.

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In the United States, Su Xiaoya, who is already a senior manager of a well-known local supermarket chain, also sighed after receiving the news in China, her brows were tightly locked, and she had thousands of thoughts in her heart.

France, on the banks of the Rhine, a girl who shouted on the domestic phone was pleasantly surprised, and exclaimed from time to time, she has been paying attention to the news of Xiangwen She, but she didn't expect that this Tianjin commercial performance would be so thrilling, and it actually pushed He Xiangdong's fame to such a point.

"Haha, I knew that he was allowed to go, Uncle Jiang had to stumble on people back then, and now he is blind, hehe, I'm just gloating. What? What do you say? Xiang Wensha has vacant number one for all the performances until now?"

"Yes, it's all empty, whether it's a small theater or a commercial performance, it's all empty anyway, and the small theater would rather let the audience sit in the aisle than let people sit in seat No. 1, and I don't know why, and now many people are guessing when the media reports it. Hey, hey, you're talking. ”

The girl was already sluggish, and she didn't even notice that her phone had fallen to the ground.

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Zhangjia, Shanghai.

Zhang Yushu took the newspaper in his hand and laughed loudly, and said to Fang Wenqi who was nested in the sofa: "Brother Fang, I'll just say it, this little Dongzi didn't lie to us, he is really popular now, you didn't believe it before, saying that the cross talk industry is in a recession now, they must not be so popular." Look, there's nothing to say now, do you?"

Fang Wenqi is already old, his cheeks are sunken, his face is wrinkled, his skin is no longer luster, and his voice has no strength: "I want to see what Dongzi said." ”

Zhang Yushu is still very excited, they are far away in Shanghai, and now they have heard a lot of news from He Xiangdong, he said: "Yes, Shubai has bought a few plates, here, I'll put them." ”

The two old men watched He Xiangdong's cross talk on the sofa, every time he came to a wonderful place, Zhang Yushu always patted his thighs and laughed, Fang Wenqi was able to respond to a few words at the beginning, and he also liked to comment a few words, and his eyes were full of appreciation and satisfaction, he was still very worried about whether he would harm him if he brought He Xiangdong to the road of cross talk, but now he is born to eat this bowl of rice, he finally put his mind at ease, and looked at Fang Wenqi and then lost his voice.

Zhang Yushu still praised it: "Brother Fang, look at our Dongzi's posture, this is a bit of a master's posture, right? Haha, this bastard boy, hey, it's really a corner." Brother Fang, Brother Fang?...... Brother Fang!!"