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"Hey, if it weren't for you, would I be able to go somewhere?"

"It's my business. ”

"No matter, you're going to compensate me. ”

"How many nights?"

“……”

Ding Jinyang played against Xue Guo and was defeated.

He Xiangdong and Guo Yunchong were laughing next to them, these four people were sent by Hou Sanye to Hala Station to condolence performances, the first day they finished performing in Ulanqab, and the next day they set off directly to Hala Station.

Generally, when I go to a small station in the corner to give a condolence performance, I basically have a cross talk team or a song team, but there is no way that these people are light cavalry in the literary and artistic world, and they can start performing when they arrive.

If you send an opera team over, it will be too troublesome, just carrying all kinds of masonry can exhaust people to death, masonry is the jargon of the pear orchard, is the general name of all kinds of props.

Now there are so many actors in the troupe, that is, song actors and cross talk actors, it is the most convenient, and the sketches are too troublesome, and there are too many stage props of all kinds.

Hou Sanye sent these four young cross talk actors over this time, anyway, He Xiangdong is versatile, he can play and play and learn to sing all of them, and he will be in a whole music troupe every minute.

In addition to He Xiangdong, there are three other goods, these are the best young cross talk actors in the group, which is enough, he didn't even send song actors.

In fact, when I went to a small station in the corner to perform, the condition was that it was a little harder, nothing, and it was hard work, but in fact, it was this kind of hard work that made the results.

If you rush to go to this kind of place, the leaders above will see it, and there will be more opportunities for you in the future, especially in the current environment where actors are generally afraid of hardship and tiredness. Therefore, Hou Sanye sent these four people out with good intentions.

Hala Station in Hala Village, Zhuozi County, a small station built in 89 years, is a fifth-class station, usually passengers get on and off the train, and then it is to send couriers and parcels to the post office, not even freight.

It's actually a very small station, saying that it can get passengers on and off the bus, but in fact, few people get off here, and it was desolate in the nineties, and it was slightly better in later generations.

Although it is a small station, there are still employees working here, and there are eight people in this station plus the leading employees, anyway, He Xiangdong They came to see these people. The main thing is also that this station is too small, and these people are enough.

This time the team condolence performance was led by Xue Guo, his qualifications in the group are older, he is a little older, and he is more stable, so this time the task of leading the team will be handed over to him.

There are very few people in this station, although there is nothing to do in normal times, but they can't leave their posts without permission, so they can't go to see the large-scale condolence performance in the big war in the regiment, which is why there will be a separate condolence team.

The leader in the Hala station is called Idribukh, a middle-aged Mongolian man, who eats beef and mutton all the year round, is particularly burly and majestic, and walks vigorously, but he does not wear Mongolian clothes, but still wears the work clothes of railway workers.

His hair was also very straight, and he wore a hat of a railway worker, his Mandarin was quite standard, and he said to Xue Guo: "Welcome to the comrades of the Art Troupe, I am the director of the station, and my name is Idri Buhe." ”

Xue Guo shook hands with him, smiled, and said, "Hello, director, my name is Xue Guo, and I am an actor in the troupe." ”

"This is He Xiangdong, who is also an actor in our troupe. Xue Guo began to introduce.

He Xiangdong was also very smart, and shook hands with Director Idribuhe: "Hello, Director." ”

Only then did the director realize that there are many Han people in Inner Mongolia, and many Han people can't remember their names, but they also have Han names in Inner Mongolia.

Director Idribuhe smiled and said: "My Han name is Zhao Xiaoqiang, you can call me Director Zhao, Uncle Zhao, you can do it." ”

The four of them gasped in unison, all of them were shocked by the name Zhao Xiaoqiang, the big man in front of them was called Xiaoqiang, my God, okay, these four people should have been poisoned by Xing Ye's pirated discs.

Zhao Xiaoqiang also introduced the employees who stayed in the station to He Xiangdong and a few of them knew each other, He Xiangdong They are all young people, this time they came over, and there was no leader with them, they didn't talk a word before they got acquainted, and they didn't hold it at all.

Ding Jinyang was still pestering a male employee named Cao Zhihua named Cao Zhihua in the group, and if he had to let his family drive him for a ride on a motorcycle, the man was about to collapse, and he was still at work, and the other leaders were still there.

He Xiangdong can't be idle, just let Xue Guo and Director Zhao talk about things, he has a hand behind his back, walking everywhere to see, big cities have the characteristics of big cities, and small mountain villages also have the scenery of small mountain villages.

In the years of wandering the rivers and lakes, he and his master can be regarded as going south and north, but this Inner Mongolia, he is really the first time to come, and the Great Mongolian grassland is still very new to him.

Especially here at Hala Station, a small village, very quiet, the air is very fresh, and there is a green grassland as far as the eye can see, and the breeze blowing on the face is very comfortable.

There is also a Guo Yunchong, looking for a toilet.

Xue Guo was almost speechless, these people didn't listen to him, and Zhao Xiaoqiang was laughing somewhere, he didn't mind at all.

Xue Guo smiled awkwardly and said to Zhao Xiaoqiang: "Director Zhao, why don't we talk about the condolence performance first." ”

Zhao Xiaoqiang's voice was very rough, and he said very arrogantly: "Let's not talk about it yet, there are only a few of us here, what is there to talk about, eat first, and the performance can be performed at any time." ”

After speaking, he rushed back and shouted a Mongolian sentence at the top of his voice, which meant that Xue Guo didn't understand, but he was probably asking if lunch was ready.

Because as soon as he finished shouting, a man with a sharp knife came out from the back of the house, his hands were all bloody, and after a few words with Zhao Xiaoqiang, he went back again.

Only then did Zhao Xiaoqiang say to Xue Guo: "Lakshen has just slaughtered a sheep, come, come with us, guests from afar." ”

Xue Guo was stunned, so he slaughtered a sheep directly, and this treatment is too good. In the face of such an enthusiastic Mongolian compatriot, he wiped his mouth with emotion.

"Let's go, the kitchen needs our help. "Xue Guo is very enthusiastic, and the Adam's apple is very flexible and moves up and down.

"Hahaha......" Zhao Xiaoqiang laughed, patted Xue Guo on the shoulder, and laughed: "Okay, let's go." ”

Xue Guo's tears were about to come out, this time he was really crying, it hurt, Zhao Xiaoqiang, Brother Xiaoqiang's hands were too heavy, and he seriously doubted that his shoulder was dislocated. (To be continued.) )