The old man was wrapped in a shabby black garment of no visible color, with several large patches on it, and on his feet he was wearing a pair of liberation shoes with the soles of his shoes had been smoothed, which was very shabby.

Then Yang San looked at Fang Wenqi and asked, "Hey, did you say you wanted to pull the goods just now?"

Fang Wenqi also looked back, and then turned around with a puzzled expression.

Yang San's brows suddenly furrowed, and he asked He Xiangdong again: "Kid, who was talking here just now?"

He Xiangdong also learned from Master to look back like that.

"Don't look at it, it's you who called. Yang San shouted.

He Xiangdong pointed to himself and asked, "Me?"

Yang San said: "Nonsense, it's not who you are, who else is a child here." ”

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "Ask me if I have to give money, 20 yuan is a question." ”

"What?" Yang San's eyes widened.

He Xiangdong said with a smile: "Ask questions to collect money, you have already asked one, give 20." ”

Yang San was angry at that time, rolled up his sleeves, and scolded: "Okay, you old and young, block the door and tease me, if you don't beat you two out of green today, you don't know what color leeks are." ”

He Xiangdong laughed out loud at that time: "This old man is really good at making analogies." ”

Seeing that people were really angry, Fang Wenqi stopped joking and shouted: "Yang San'er, take a good look at who I am." ”

Yang San'er's eyes widened at that time, staring at Fang Wenqi's old face, and hesitating: "Are you ...... Be...... Fang Qi ......"

Fang Wenqi nodded again and again, and said excitedly: "It's me, San'er is me." ”

"Oops. Yang San'er hurriedly trotted forward, grabbed Fang Wenqi's hand, and shouted, "Fang Qi, it's really you, it's really you, I'm ...... Oh my God, it's you, why did you come to me?"

Fang Wenqi was not afraid of Yang San'er's dirt at all, and hugged the old brother: "Haha, Yang San'er, my brother misses you, haha......"

Yang San'er broke free of Fang Wenqi, pulled Fang Wenqi into the room, and said, "Come on, come in, come in and sit." ”

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong entered the house, and saw that the room was even more dirty and messy, Yang San'er was also a little embarrassed, wiped the table with dirty sleeves, and said, "I'll pour water for you." ”

Fang Wenqi hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Okay, don't be busy, sit down." ”

"Hey. Yang San answered, took a broken stool and sat down on the spot.

Fang Wenqi asked, "San'er, what have you been doing all these years?"

Yang San waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "Don't say it, I'm afraid that you will laugh at me." ”

He Xiangdong suddenly interjected: "Really?"

Yang San glanced at him, then nodded helplessly.

He Xiangdong suddenly became excited, and urged: "Then what are you waiting for, let's talk about it quickly." ”

"Go. Fang Wenqi scolded his apprentice.

Yang San glared at the child and asked Fang Wenqi: "Old man Fang, is this your grandson?"

Fang Wenqi said with a smile: "This is the little apprentice I accepted, come, Dongzi will call someone." ”

He Xiangdong also shouted respectfully: "San'er is good." ”

Yang San's eyebrows stood up at that time: "Hey, this unlucky kid." ”

Fang Wenqi said angrily: "Don't be naughty, call people well." ”

"Oh. He Xiangdong replied sullenly and shouted, "Third Uncle Yang is good." ”

Yang San replied and asked again, "Fang Qi, why did you suddenly think of coming to me." ”

Fang Wenqi said: "Looking for you to talk about cross talk." ”

"Huh?" Yang San was surprised.

Fang Wenqi said again: "You Yang Sanlangjun was also a figure in the Tianjin cross talk industry back then, what's the matter? Not to mention that all these years of cross talk skills will not be wasted." ”

Yang San smiled bitterly: "For so many years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, I have been pedaling three wheels, shaking briquettes, and I haven't said much about cross talk." ”

Fang Wenqi also sighed: "It's because of your eldest young master." ”

Yang San also shook his head with a wry smile. In fact, his family has a quyi garden in Tianjin in the old society, and the family is quite wealthy, Yang San also loves these quyi, and often learns from these artists in the garden, and he really learns a lot of skills from each other.

Especially cross talk, although Yang San's cross talk has not officially apprenticed to a teacher, but what he said is also very good, Fang Wenqi once went to Tianjin to talk about cross talk for a period of time, and at that time he was partnered with Yang San, and the relationship between the two was very good, at that time, Fang Wenqi's master had not officially apprenticed, and Fang Wenqi did not have a stage name or was still called Fang Qi.

and then the founding of New China, the dregs of the old society have been sealed, and the garden masters like Yang San's father have also been defeated, if you want to say whether Yang San's father has bullied artists, the answer is yes.

At that time, there were basically no garden owners who were very clean under the buttocks, just like the CEOs of entertainment companies and brokerage companies in later generations, who dared to say that they had not bullied their own artists, and who dared to say that they had not played unspoken rules.

Of course, Yang San's father was not extremely evil, and was later sentenced to a few years in prison. And Yang San also because of family reasons, he did not enter the professional group because of his very good artistic level, his family wealth was confiscated, and he had no other skills to make a living, so he has been pedaling three rounds of briquettes for a living.

and then in the period of turmoil, the father and son of the former drama bully were also defeated all of a sudden, criticized and fought every day, suffered a lot of crimes, Yang San's father also died in it, and he himself was also left in pain. At that time, Fang Wenqi also suffered a big crime, and then he fled everywhere, and there was no news of this old friend, and this time he returned to Tianjin I didn't expect this old friend to be still there.

Yang San said: "Don't be a young master, I'm a bad old man who eats mixed rice now." ”

Fang Wenqi also sighed and said: "Everyone is the same, they are all bad old men, and I am not much better, and I have been selling art all these years, alas, ......"

Yang San showed a wry smile of sympathy.

Fang Wenqi said: "San'er, why don't you go and talk about cross talk, you are old now, can you afford to do this kind of physical work again? Now there is a small theater that needs powerful cross talk artists to prosper them, with your strength, you can definitely do it." ”

Yang San also narrowed his eyes, as if he recalled the high-spirited years back then, and after a while, he sighed silently: "Cross talk, can I still say cross talk?"

Fang Wenqi asked nervously: "San'er, you won't have practiced for decades, and you won't give up the craft of cross talk." ”

Yang Sandao: "That's not true, although I haven't said cross talk over the years, I still practice every day, and I have never been abolished, you also know that I love cross talk." ”

Fang Wenqi was also relieved, and said: "It's good that it's not wasted, it's not a big problem if you haven't been in contact with the audience for so many years, just say a few shows and come back, okay, you quickly pack up, let's go to the theater to have a look, and then hurry up to the right work, let's make a big one this time." ”

Yang San suddenly said: "Wait a while, when I go to the theater, you have the final say, I have the final say?"

Fang Wenqi said confidently: "Of course I have the final say." ”

"Why? Yang San's eyes narrowed.

Fang Wenqi pulled He Xiangdong over and said, "I don't compare with you, if you can win against my nine-year-old apprentice, it's up to you."

"Ho, that's enough. Yang Sandao.

"Hey, hey. He Xiangdong showed a sincere smile.