The old man Wang Miwei's eyes were full of ardent expectation, he wanted to accept a talented person like He Xiangdong as an apprentice, he believed that as long as He Xiangdong was willing to inherit the mantle of his lineage, then his stand-up comedy would not only not be lost, but would definitely go up a level, this child's talent was too strong, so strong that he asked what he had never seen and never seen. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He Xiangdong's frowning brows scattered, and he no longer looked at the old man Wang Miwei, but looked at the cold waning moon in the sky, this moon was the same as usual, not very good-looking, He Xiangdong retracted his gaze and said to the old man Wang: "I'm sorry, old man, I can't worship you as a teacher." ”

Wang Miwei's eyes did not change, he said: "I know that you already have a teacher of cross talk, but our inheritance is the strongest inheritance of stand-up comedy, you worship me as a teacher, it doesn't take a few years, I can make you the first in the world, no one is your opponent anymore, you are the master of cross talk." ”

He Xiangdong smiled and shook his head: "I really want to be famous, I want to be popular, and I also like money." Artist industry is right and wrong circle Vanity Fair, no one does not compete for fame and fortune, and I am the same. But an artist must have something to insist on, a teacher for one day and a father for life, no matter what the circumstances, I am not willing to leave my master. ”

"Are you sure?, even if you don't learn my stand-up comedy anymore?" Wang Miwei asked again with a frown.

"Huh. He Xiangdong smiled, grinned, and bit his teeth several times unconsciously, he said, "When you say that, I still have a little pain." Still, forget it, sorry. ”

He Xiangdong is very clear about the rules of traditional artists, and he does not apprentice or teach the Fa. But he really has no way to worship other cross talk artists as teachers, Fang Wenqi is not only a master for him, but also the closest person in this world, he saved himself, raised himself, and taught himself the ability to make money and sell his art.

Although he has always called him master, but in He Xiangdong's heart, this is his father, He Xiangdong's affection for Fang Wenqi far exceeds the boundary of ordinary master and apprentice, how can you let him worship others as teachers again?

Wang Miwei was not annoyed, and smiled: "If you don't want to, you don't want to, you are a good boy, but it won't hinder you." ”

"Huh?" He Xiangdong was stunned.

Wang Miwei looked at He Xiangdong's stunned appearance, and smiled again: "Either our branch is to cultivate our own heirs, and if it is suitable, we will accept it as a disciple, this is simple." But there are also encounters that can't be cultivated, so you can only go outside to find them, but if you are in your twenties and can have a famous artist, who doesn't have a master. If there is really someone who is willing to change his worship without saying a word, then my heart will be crooked. There are also good children like you, if we all insist on changing the door, then our branch will be broken long ago. ”

"Alright, alright. Wang Miwei stepped forward, patted He Xiangdong on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "One horse and two straddles, just worship two portals, it just so happens that your master is good at lip-synching." ”

He Xiangdong didn't move, and shook his head slightly: "I'm sorry." ”

Wang Miwei's smiling face suddenly stiffened, and the hand that patted He Xiangdong's shoulder also froze in mid-air, unable to fall: "Why?"

"I didn't let you betray your teacher out of the house, it's not very rare for a horse to cross the world with one horse and two straddles, you follow your master to learn the counterpart, follow me to learn stand-up, and there is no conflict. Wang Miwei frowned, and her emotions were slightly excited.

It stands to reason that an old man like him, who is accustomed to the vicissitudes of the world, should not have such emotions, but He Xiangdong is the only qualified successor he has found so far, and he is also the most outstanding successor. But such an outstanding heir actually refused to worship himself as a teacher, which made how could Old Man Wang still maintain the mentality of Gujing.

It was also difficult for He Xiangdong to explain the reason to Wang Miwei in a few words, he could only say: "One day as a teacher and a father for life, I can worship Master Commentary, Master Drum, Master Opera, Master Pendant, but only Master of cross talk, I only worship Fang Wenqi, and I will never worship anyone in this life." ”

Wang Miwei frowned: "If you are afraid of criticism from insiders, I will settle it, if you are worried that your master will not agree, I will come to the door to say it in person." ”

He Xiangdong said: "Don't, don't come to the door, if you come to the door, my master will definitely agree, and he will definitely pull me to worship you as a teacher, I know him too well, he really just wants me to be good." It's just that I can't get over this hurdle in my heart, I am an orphan, and my master raised me single-handedly, and my feelings for him are not just at the level of master and apprentice. ”

Wang Miwei was silent, and after listening to He Xiangdong's words, he still didn't understand that he was destined to be unable to accept this child as an apprentice, not even a horse and two straddles.

Wang Miwei aged a lot in an instant, thinking that it was a gift from God, a great surprise, but unfortunately the reality disappointed her so much.

Seeing this scene, He Xiangdong also sighed, but he didn't say anything.

He is very reluctant to inherit the stand-up comedy of Old Man Wang, but he is even more reluctant to share the master-apprentice status and emotions with Fang Wenqi, which is more important, he is very clear.

The old and the young froze on the street, the cold wind blew at night, and the pedestrians on the road gradually decreased, and the dim street lamps stretched the figures of the two men very long......

He Xiangdong shuddered, looking at Wang Miwei, who was still standing stiffly in the cold wind, and looking at his old face with a bit of loneliness, He Xiangdong's heart was a little painful.

Sighing silently, He Xiangdong took off his coat, walked behind Wang Miwei, put it on him carefully, and said softly: "Old man, it's windy, let's go back quickly." ”

The expression on Wang Miwei's face changed slightly, and the solemn wrinkles slowly dispersed, and he tightened He Xiangdong's clothes on his body and sighed.

Then he loosened his frowning brow, smiled self-deprecatingly, and sighed, "That's it, that's it." Alas......"

Wang Miwei turned to stare at He Xiangdong, her eyes were clear, her eyes were extremely serious, and she asked in a deep voice: "He Xiangdong, I want you to promise me that I must find a suitable successor in the future, let him pass on the mantle of my lineage, and you will pass on the art to him on my behalf." ”

He Xiangdong was stunned, his pupils dilated slightly, his nose was very sore, and his eyes were uncontrollably red.

Wang Miwei sighed, and said a little lonely: "What if you don't do this, I'm so old, where can I still have the energy to find a successor again, it's just that, it's rare that you are so talented, you can help me inherit the mantle in the future." ”

"Alas......" Wang Miwei's back when she left was very gloomy. (To be continued.) )