Looking at the back of Wang Miwei, who was lonely, He Xiangdong felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart, and felt that his heart was being pinched a few times by a hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, there was really nothing he could do......

After hesitating, He Xiangdong also followed quickly. The two of them stayed in Zhang Kuoru's house at night, Zhang Kuoru went to bed early, and the old man Wang was also in a low mood, and he didn't let He Xiangdong wake up Zhang Kuoru, he himself fell asleep in the guest room.

He Xiangdong sighed deeply and went back to the room.

On the second day, Zhang Kuoru was old, he slept less, and woke up before dawn, and he waited until dawn to go out to buy some breakfast and bring it back.

As usual, he bought some coke-ring bean juice bun fritters, enough for their grandfather and grandson to eat, but when he came home and opened the door, he was almost scared and smashed out early.

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"Hahahaha......" Zhang Kuoru held a scorch circle in his right hand, held a bowl of bean juice in his left hand, and laughed loudly and heartily: "Oops, oops, I thought you had been dead for decades, why did you come out again?"

Wang Miwei eats very gently, picks up a bun and tears the skin of the bun little by little, he doesn't eat the stuffing and eats the skin, which makes Chen Jun, the child, feel distressed, and his little face twitches.

Wang Miwei said lightly: "You are not dead, where am I willing to die?"

Zhang Kuoru drank the bean juice and said with emotion: "Ho, you have disappeared for many years, after liberation, you were unwilling to join the Quyi Troupe, and then there was no news of you, and no one knew where you went, they thought you were dead, for decades, I said where you have been hiding for so many years?"

Wang Miwei rolled her eyes: "Can you manage it?"

Zhang Kuoru was unhappy: "Yo, your temper grows with your age?"

Wang Miwei ignored him.

Zhang Kuoru glared at the beads and scolded: "You are eating me, drinking mine, and dragging my face for me?"

Wang Miwei broke the bun and skillfully threw the meat filling on the plate, and continued to break the skin and eat slowly, he said: "I am willing to eat your food to give you face, more than a billion people in China, who have you seen I have eaten?"

Zhang Kuoru was choked and speechless, he had never seen such a shameless person.

Zhang Kuoru angrily threw the coke circle into the bean juice and asked, "Say, why are you running to Beijing? What are you going to do when you come to my house?"

Wang Miwei said lightly again: "Can you manage it?"

Zhang Kuoru's eyes were as big as a cow, and even his breathing became heavy.

Seeing the two old men fighting each other, He Xiangdong didn't dare to persuade him to just bury his head in breakfast, and Chen Jun, the child, was even more frightened like a quail, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.

Zhang Kuoru can be regarded as angry with Wang Miwei, this old man hasn't seen him for decades, but people are getting more and more damaged, this bastard.

"Huh?" Zhang Kuoru saw He Xiangdong who was sitting next to him and bowed his head for breakfast, his brows furrowed slightly, Wang Miwei came with this kid, right?

"Do you want to take him as an apprentice?" Zhang Kuoru instantly understood, he and Wang Miwei were old acquaintances, where did he not know the rules of their inheritance.

Wang Miwei's face was black at that time, and her hands were frozen when she peeled the buns.

He Xiangdong's face also turned unnatural.

Only Chen Jun was the kid at the scene, staring at the few people in front of him blankly with big eyes.

Seeing Wang Miwei's ugly face, Zhang Kuoru suddenly showed an extremely excited and cheerful expression, and he was about to jump up and bite: "Hahaha, are you deflated, haha, you deserve it, you deserve it." ”

He Xiangdong raised his head and looked at Zhang Kuoru in surprise, he had never seen the old man so excited, the old man was a very calm person, how could he fly now.

Wang Miwei threw the bun skin into the plate, threw her head to the side, her face was stinky, and the corners of her mouth were still twitching.

At this time, Zhang Kuoru was energetic: "Fail, I knew you would fail, don't you think your stand-up is amazing, and you have to beg to worship you as a teacher......?"

The depression in Zhang Kuoru's chest immediately dissipated, but it was rare to see this old boy deflated, and he was so excited that he couldn't do it. wanted to accept He Xiangdong as an apprentice, it was too difficult, he wanted to accept this child and was rejected, and in the end, it was his master Fang Wenqi who brought this child to the door to apprentice, so he should go.

You must know that you are a storyteller, and you have nothing to do with their cross talk, and this child is not willing to apprentice. Not to mention that Wang Miwei herself is a cross talk person, if you want this child to change her family, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Zhang Kuoru knew very well in his heart that although He Xiangdong called himself master, and he respected and filial piety to himself, his status in this child's heart was far inferior to Fang Wenqi's, and this child's feelings for Fang Wenqi were too deep.

He Xiangdong looked at Wang Miwei, who was displeased, and then at Zhang Kuoru, who was excited, and he asked in a low voice: "Master, who is Old Man Wang, why did I never know that there was such a senior in the cross talk door." ”

Zhang Kuoru said to He Xiangdong with a smile: "You are young, it is normal not to know what happened before, what about this old boy, after liberation, he didn't know where to go, he disappeared for decades, and people who are not old really can't recognize him." But before liberation, this old boy was very famous, and if you ask your master, he must know. Back then, there was such a clean street king, and everywhere he went, there were thousands of empty alleys. ”

In the last sentence, Zhang Kuoru said it especially loudly to Wang Miwei with a taste of ridicule, and Wang Miwei's face suddenly became darker.

Old children and old children, the older they get, the more like children, in front of the juniors, there will be a little bit, and when they meet old acquaintances of the same generation, the children's vindictiveness will come out.

"King of the Pure Street?" He Xiangdong was shocked, where did he not know the name of the King of the Pure Street, when he was a child, he listened to the story of the master before liberation, and this King of the Pure Street was the most important of them, it can be said that He Xiangdong grew up listening to the story of the King of the Pure Street.

But in the years before the liberation, there was a lot of chaos in the army, and no one knew that many artists had died, and after the liberation, Wang Miwei was nowhere to be found, and everyone in the art world thought that this person was missing, maybe he was dead, and Fang Wenqi was extremely sorry when he told him this story when he was a child.

But He Xiangdong never thought that Wang Miwei turned out to be the king of clean streets, it is rumored that everywhere the predecessor went, there were thousands of empty alleys, and everyone flocked to watch this master's performance, and there was not even a ghost on the street, so this master was respected as the "King of Clean Street".

This was the most famous big horn in those years, He Xiangdong felt that his scalp was a little numb, swallowed his saliva hard, and said: "But the king of Jingjie is not called ......"

"That's the old boy's stage name. Zhang Kuoru helped explain. (To be continued.) )