After the return of the wine order was completed, several people walked back, the second return began, the second return Fang Wenqi teased, He Xiangdong gave him a measure of work, and the two of them said a little more. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is their master's and apprentice's cross talk show, teasing and greasy, random combination, the effect is wonderful, it can be regarded as letting peers take a good look at what is the self-quality of cross talk artists.

There are many times I have not returned tonight, He Xiangdong is most afraid that his master's body will not be able to bear it, and now looking at the master's expression, he knows that the old man's body has reached the limit, but he can't say any more, otherwise he will have to fall on the stage.

So when I returned for the third time, I didn't have to say anything, just called a few old friends backstage to meet and chat with everyone.

Chu Cheng also came out at this time, and everyone made a few jokes together, that is. Chu Cheng saw Fang Wenqi's physical condition, and he didn't dare to complain about anything, and he was content to be able to tell a little joke together.

Other actors didn't come out much, but Yang San was called out by Fang Wenqi, this is Fang Wenqi's last time on stage, and I'm afraid it should be Yang San's last.

Yang San trembled and walked onto the stage, although he tried hard, he still couldn't straighten up, and he was a little rickety.

Fang Wenqi led him to the table, and Yang San held the table and bowed to the audience, saying that it was a bow, but it was actually no different from nodding.

Rao is like this, the audience was still moved, and applause was repeated.

Seeing that Yang San was about to speak, He Xiangdong hurriedly pressed the microphone down for him.

Yang San looked into the microphone and said tremblingly: "Cross talk artist Yang San, ...... to the audience The audience saluted. ”

The audience of "Good ......" gave great tolerance to this old man, and as long as this trembling old artist could still speak on stage, they were satisfied.

Yang San waved his hand and swallowed slowly: "Don't be so loud, I'm old and timid." ”

"Hahaha......" The audience is very face-saving.

He Xiangdong said next to him: "When you were young, you sneaked into someone's house, and when you stole someone's girl, you didn't see that you were timid?"

"Hahaha......" the audience laughed.

Yang San said angrily: "While playing, that's love." ”

He Xiangdong hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes, yes, the love that was chased and beaten by other parents." ”

Now Fang Wenqi is standing in the teasing position, he said: "Okay, okay, don't make trouble, don't make trouble, your Uncle Yang is a serious person." ”

Yang San said: "Yes, your master is not serious. ”

Fang Wenqi was dissatisfied: "I'm still here to help you." ”

"Wow......" The audience booed.

Fang Wenqi shook his head and introduced Yang San to the audience: "Everyone, this is Yang San, an old friend of mine. This is a person who loves cross talk, he said cross talk before liberation, and then he pedaled for decades and three rounds, which can be regarded as a change of career, but he has not put down cross talk for a day, and he must practice basic skills every day. ”

"Good ......," the audience applauded.

Fang Wenqi continued: "Twenty years ago, I was talking cross talk with Yang San and Xiao Dongzi at the Liancheng Quyi Club in Tianjin, at that time, our grandfather and a group of singers, Xiao Dongzi was only nine years old at that time, but he was very popular with the audience, much more popular than our two old men, and we all had to rely on this child at that time." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience laughed, everyone thought it was a joke, but the parties knew that it was true.

He Xiangdong lowered his head and smiled nostalgically and complicatedly. Liancheng Quyi Club will always be the softest place in his heart, too many memories, too many pasts.

Speaking of Liancheng Quyi Club, Lin Zhengjun, who was standing at the door of the arena, looked gloomy, and he recalled the passionate and eventful years, but it was a pity. Time has changed, time has not spared people, and he has never spared time.

Qian Guosheng upstairs also sighed, the last time he saw his master was in the Liancheng Quyi Club, it was twenty years ago, and it was twenty years.

Fang Wenqi sighed and said emotionally: "Liancheng is a good place to talk about cross talk seriously, and Xiangwen Society is also a good place to talk about cross talk; It is a great honor for Wenqi to be able to perform for you in this life. ”

Bow down.

"Good ......" the audience applauded.

After getting up, Fang Wenqi looked at the audience and sighed again: "I only hate the sky and don't forgive people, I'm afraid I won't have my life to say cross talk to you again." ”

"Don't go. It wasn't anyone in the audience who shouted with a crying voice, and then the applause of the audience rang out in an instant.

This old artist still wanted to perform for the audience before he died, this sincerity and piety, what else can they say, how can people not be deeply moved.

Many reporters and media present also bowed their heads in shame, they used to spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and they shouldn't have speculated about this old artist like this, they shouldn't be.

Qian Guosheng is even more uncomfortable, I'm afraid that after today, I will really never see the master again, the master is going to be gone, gone......

He Xiangdong also endured his grief, but his eyes turned red.

Fang Wenqi tilted his head, he didn't know what he was thinking, I believe that his heart was also extremely complicated at this moment.

After a long time, Fang Wenqi lowered his head and looked at the audience, he sighed faintly: "Mr. Ma Sanli also held a farewell performance a few years ago, he asked the audience on the stage and said, 'Am I worth it?', just these three words, but these three words are the best evaluation of a cross talk artist's lifelong artistic career, and this evaluation is given by you." ”

"My Wenqi has said that he has been talking about cross talk all his life, and he has never been popular, and he has held this farewell performance, which is still a commercial performance. In the past, many people said that I was dying to make money, and whether my apprentice was using the death of my master to make money? Actually, no, cross talk was originally a game of spending money to listen. As for whether to make money or not, whether this cross talk is worth the money or not, you have to decide. ”

"So......" Fang Wenqi seemed to have spent his whole life and asked, "Am I worth it?"

"Value. The audience replied with a roar.

Fang Wenqi laughed and cried.

He Xiangdong was already in tears, and he couldn't bear to face the audience, he lowered his head and didn't dare to make a sound.

Fang Wenqi smiled and wiped his tears: "It's worth it, this is the highest evaluation that Fang Wenqi has ever received in his life, I hope there is an afterlife, and I will tell you cross talk." ”

The audience also applauded with wet eyes, this is the agreement between them and Fang Wenqi, an agreement that spans the afterlife and this life, and an agreement between a pious cross talk artist and his favorite audience.

After being silent for a long time, the audience's mood finally returned to normal, and Fang Wenqi's own mood also returned to normal a little.

He looked up, but he always felt that he couldn't see enough, looked at the front row, looked at the back row, and then looked at a few districts in the distance, and wept as he watched.

In the end, his eyes stayed on the third floor, he reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, let out a long breath, and said in a trembling voice: "Guosheng, I know you are here." ”

As soon as these words came out, Qian Guosheng on the third floor instantly grabbed the window edge in front of him, and his eyes were already blurred, and the green tendons on his neck rose.

Secretary Tao was even more stupid on the spot.

He Xiangdong always kept his head down and did not speak.

Fang Wenqi laughed at himself and fell into memory: "Guosheng, how similar are our grandfathers, they all say that we are like each other, and many people ask if you are my illegitimate son." Ho, I was very happy when I heard this, I have no children in my life, and I really regard you as my own son. ”

"Master......" Qian Guosheng felt like a huge bone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a thousand words, he only felt that his chest was very uncomfortable, and it was about to explode uncomfortably.

As he spoke, Fang Wenqi also shed tears: "Actually, I shouldn't blame you, I also blame me for being too stubborn, if I could be a little softer, we wouldn't be like this." Decades have passed, most of my life has passed, my son, my countryman, Master doesn't blame you, don't blame you. ”

"Master. Qian Guosheng shouted, knelt on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head, and couldn't cry.