After entering the ward, He Xiangdong walked to the side of Fang Wenqi's hospital bed and squatted down, at this time Fang Wenqi's face was full of gloom, his eyes were tightly closed, he looked sluggish, he still had a ventilator on his nose, and a hanging bottle on his right hand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He Xiangdong grabbed Fang Wenqi's wrinkled left hand, put it on his face, rubbed it slowly, and then looked at his master's old and unsightly face, he was even more sad in his heart.

His eyes had long been blurred, in fact, he had long thought in his heart that there would be such a day, but when this day really came, he still felt so difficult to accept.

In fact, He Xiangdong's heart was also full of remorse, he hated that he had not been able to take good care of Fang Wenqi for so many years, in the first years he was also struggling to live in Beijing, and even the food he ate was barely able to earn it, he was suffering in Beijing.

So he didn't dare to take Fang Wenqi to Beijing, and everything he did in Beijing was always good news and not bad news, even if he was forced to do nothing in Beijing, he just told his family that everything was fine.

When you're away from home, it's always like that.

Fang Wenqi is taken care of by the Zhang family in Shanghai, and He Xiangdong is quite relieved, it is better than following him to Beijing to endure hardships.

This year, Xiang Wenshe has finally become popular, and He Xiangdong has a lot more money, originally thinking about taking Fang Wenqi to Beijing, but Fang Wenqi's health has not been good during this time, and he himself is busy to death.

I thought that after waiting for the next year, I would see how the old man's body was, and if it was better, he would be sent to Beijing, and let him take a look at Xiang Wenshe, look at his disciples and grandchildren, and see how cross talk is now.

But before He Xiangdong came back, there was such a thing. It's really a son who wants to raise but can't wait for him, He Xiangdong is full of regrets in his heart.

Some things have to be done quickly, and if you don't do them for a while, it is likely to be a lifetime of regret.

He Xiangdong sat beside Fang Wenqi's bed for a long, long time.

Tian Jiani has also been by her side.

Xiao He also came in and called grandpa, Xiao He called Fang Wenqi grandpa, He Xiangdong was an orphan, he really regarded Fang Wenqi as his own father, so Xiao He also called Fang Wenqi his grandfather.

Until late at night, the Zhang family also sent food, and He Xiangdong didn't have the heart to eat these things, but Tian Jiani fed Xiao He something to eat, and late at night, Tian Jiani took Xiao He back to Zhang's house to sleep first.

He Xiangdong didn't leave, he hadn't seen Master for a long time, he wanted to be by Master's side, this night, He Xiangdong didn't leave.

Fang Wenqi slept peacefully, his eyes were closed, he slept deeply, and there was a little stubborn and proud smile on the corner of his mouth.

He Xiangdong looked at the master's appearance, he sighed, but he couldn't help laughing, and said in his mouth: "Old man, old man, you should be happy now, we are popular with the Literary Society, you know, we have already held four or five commercial performances, and the venues are full." ”

"Commercial performances, commercial performances, you know, it's the same as a big singer holding a concert, there are thousands of people sitting in a performance, and each ticket is hundreds of dollars, but just like that, the tickets are still not enough to sell, and there are a group of scalpers who are scalping tickets there, you see how much the audience praises us. ”

He Xiangdong didn't know if Fang Wenqi could still hear it, so he babbled about himself, he was about to be thirty years old, but he was still like a child, and he couldn't wait to report it to his parents if he had a little achievement.

"They all say that cross talk is coming to an end, and a lot of people who talk about cross talk think so, a group of people have sharpened their heads and want to change careers, as for it. I thought it was the recession of the industry, but later I found out that it was the recession of the people in this industry, and I couldn't say good cross talk, do you blame the audience for not listening?"

"Hehe, after we became popular, many people also made trouble for us. A group of waste, saying that cross talk is not capable of fart, but it is a good hand at finding fault and fighting. But you don't have to worry, they don't dare to speak now, because they don't have the ability, we craftsmen still have to look at their own ability in the end. ”

He Xiangdong stroked the white hair in front of Fang Wenqi's forehead, and sighed deeply, Master is really old, and he is not looking old: "Master, Master, you said that it would be great if you could hold on for a few more days, our Xiangwen Society is developing very fast now, and it will open a branch after the year, I just want to take you to see it." ”

Talking and talking, He Xiangdong was already crying, he would always be the He Xiangdong who was not afraid of the sky and the earth in front of outsiders, and He Xiangdong who dared to argue with the cross talk world, but in front of Fang Wenqi, he was just a child who had not grown up.

He Xiangdong's eyes were already full of tears, and his voice was also crying: "You know, now many people are begging to join our Xiangwen Society, what famous names, what cross talk masters, what artists are here, I still pick them, don't have bad skills, don't sell money, don't want bad human nature." ”

"But I'm still young after all, I can't take a lot of things, I always point to you to help me check it, and you have the final say on whether people's artistic level is good or not. Many of them came out of the system, and they drove you away back then, and now it's up to you to decide whether or not you can enter the literary society. ”

He Xiangdong wiped his tears, but he couldn't stop it: "Yes, you don't want me to make enemies with them, you always say that you will stay a line and see each other in the future, but I can't swallow this breath." What the cross talk world should give you, I will help you get it back. You know, you're already a bit famous in Beijing now, and in a few days, I'll be able to do it, and that's when you're glorious, why did you fall now. ”

"Alas......" He Xiangdong's face was tense, tears flowed wantonly on his face, he wiped it a few times, and squeezed out an extremely ugly smile, "I am both a master and a father, why are I still crying, if you see it, you will have to talk about me again, but I hope you can talk more about me now and scold me more." ”

"Master, you have been stubborn all your life, but you should be proud and happy. Because time has proven everything, you are right, they are all wrong. Those in the system who have to change to new cross talk, you can see what they are like now, they have brought cross talk to a dead end. Look at us again, we're right, let's talk about traditional cross talk, let's talk about it in the folk. ”

"Look at our Xiangwen Society, the red ones are no longer what they look like, only our road is the correct way to develop cross talk, you are right, they are all wrong, Master, you are right. You haven't suffered in vain for so many years, you have left a spark for the cross talk world. Master, get up quickly, let's go back to Beijing, I know that there are still your old acquaintances alive in Beijing, and when the time comes, let's go to someone's house together and laugh at them, hey, let their grandchildren come blindly, I promise they don't dare to say a word......"

"Hehe, Master, if you get up, just get up and look at me, don't you always say that I look rich and festive, get up and look at me, look at your little Dongzi, Master ......"

Tian Jiani saw this scene outside the ward, squatting on the ground, crying silently.