Because the little fat man gave him a chicken, it was still plucked, and it was still very fat.

He Xiangdong almost didn't cry, and gave dozens of yuan to other girls, giving himself such a broken chicken, still raw.

The little fat man said: "Don't you have a craft handed down from the Eastern Han Dynasty, the world is called a flower chicken, and Cao Cao also sent a million troops to rob it, so I will give you a chicken." Oh, by the way, I still have salt here, and lotus leaves, I brought both. ”

This time, He Xiangdong really cried: "You must have been sent by the Jade Emperor to tease me." ”

The little fat man looked at him with an unaware look.

"Haha......" Tian Jiani was about to laugh and said, "This ...... It's called a mouthful...... Ha ha...... Call you a liar...... Ouch hey. ”

What else can I do, if you have food, you can't waste it, this is He Xiangdong's first principle of dealing with the world, he immediately changed his mood and happily dealt with this raw chicken.

Soak lotus leaves, smear salt, and then tie the green onion knot and stuff it into the chicken belly, and mud, wrap the chicken with lotus leaves, then smear the yellow mud, make a fire, and roast.

The three children waited with their eyes open, and after they were cooked, they shared the food, but it was tasteless, even He Xiangdong, who was addicted to eating.

After eating, the little fat man was also leaving, and he said that he didn't want to see He Xiangdong and Tian Jiani leave. Tian Jiani also gave back to the little fat man a sheet of music for the Jingyun Big Drum Sword Pavilion Wenling, the little fat man couldn't understand it anyway, just to keep a souvenir. He Xiangdong also gave back a very valuable thing, that is, his unparalleled practice of calling flower chickens.

Before the little fat man left, He Xiangdong repeatedly instructed that this secret recipe must not be leaked, since the Three Kingdoms of the Eastern Han Dynasty for more than a thousand years, he has worn such a one, and it cannot be leaked even if he is killed.

The little fat man also solemnly folded the recipe and put it in his underwear pocket, swearing that he would never tell anyone about this secret recipe, not even his parents and grandmothers.

He Xiangdong was very pleased.

Tian Jiani was very defeated.

After the little fat man left, there were only Tian Jiani and He Xiangdong left by the stream, the water was murmuring, the slanting sun was clear, and the mottled shadows of the trees fell on his body.

Tian Jiani, who was sitting on the stone, asked, "Hey, people gave me so much money, what are you going to give me?"

He Xiangdong smiled, took out a pair of black boiled jade seeds wrapped in a cotton bag from his pocket, and said: "This pair of jade seeds was given to me by my master when I was learning Taiping lyrics, and I have been using it to sing Taiping lyrics all these years, and now I give it to you." ”

Tian Jiani took it, looked through it in her hand, and said to He Xiangdong: "Sing me another Taiping lyrics." ”

He Xiangdong smiled and asked, "Okay, what are you singing?"

"Just sing the "King Wen Hexagram" you sang to me for the first time. ”

"Okay. He Xiangdong took back the jade, sat next to Tian Jiani without getting up, played a bunch of flowers, and then returned to the normal board and sang.

"The sun and the moon are long, and there is yin and yang in the world.

The Three Emperors and Five Emperors have been passed down, and the stories of fishing have risen and fallen through the ages.

In the past, there was a Jiang Lu Wang, the king of fishing Wen by the Weishui River.

Long Ju pulled up Prime Minister Jiang Cheng, and King Wen of Zhou visited Zhongliang for the country.

pulled 800 orders and eight zhu in a row, all by virtue of King Wen's gossip is a yin and yang ......"

Tian Jiani tilted her head and watched and listened to He Xiangdong's singing, she was still so tasteful, this song should be able to listen to it for a lifetime without getting bored.

He Xiangdong sang again: "Forget it, the stars and moon are in the sky." ”

"If you do the math, the crops in the fields will be sorghum grown. ”

"Forget it, the girl is Jiani's favorite cryer. ”

Tian Jiani suddenly laughed, and thought of the dilemma of that day.

"Forget it, the boy is the smartest He Xiangdong. ”

"Phew, shameless. Tian Jiani shouted loudly, laughed again, and suddenly cried again.

"Forget it, Jia Ni has to marry He Xiangdong. ”

Tian Jiani didn't reply, and then she was already full of tears, and the accumulated feelings of these days finally burst out at this moment of separation.

He Xiangdong also choked up: "Forget it, forget it, Jiani has to be safe all the way." ”

"Forget it, forget it, Jiani's life is going to be comfortable. ”

"Forget it, forget it, Jiani can become a big horn in the future. ”

"Forget it, Jia Ni can eat called flower chicken every day. ”

"Forget it...... Calculate...... Forget it, everyone has to live a good ......"

……

Tian Jiani finally left, and walked with her master Bai Qiang, along with Fan Wenquan and Guo Qing, Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong to see them off at the station in the county seat.

He Xiangdong didn't speak until Tian Jiani left, and after the car traveled away, he sat on the ground dejectedly, took out a drum pick given to him by Tian Jiani, and was silent.

Fang Wenqi stepped forward and hugged He Xiangdong's head, let him lean on his lap, and sighed deeply, running around all these years has suffered this child, and I don't know how many times I have parted with pain.

After all the years, I don't know where we met, I hope everyone is well.

In the afternoon, Huang Hua came, Fang Wenqi has been partnering with him for two years, and this time he went to Tianjin to ask him if he wanted to go together.

I haven't seen him for some days, Huang Hua looks a little haggard, his beard is not shaved, he has a cigarette in his mouth, and he can't stop swallowing clouds and spitting fog.

Fang Wenqi didn't urge him, it was all up to him to make his own decisions, and he just watched quietly.

After a long time, Huang Hua sighed and said, "Brother Fang, I decided not to talk about cross talk." ”

Fang Wenqi's eyes froze slightly, and he asked, "Why?"

Huang Hua smiled bitterly: "Money, because there is no money, my daughter is older, she is going to school, her parents are also old, and the family needs money in all aspects, but I said that cross talk can't even earn money for food." ”

Fang Wenqi was also silent.

Huang Hua took a puff of cigarette, and finally threw the cigarette butt on the ground, kicked it hard, and sighed: "I love cross talk very much, I love to listen to it since I was a child, I can listen to it on the radio all night long, I really love cross talk, I also applied for the student class of the Quyi Troupe when I grew up, but I couldn't pass the exam." ”

"But I didn't give up, I went to the homes of those famous music artists and cross talk masters to learn art, but they refused to accept me, saying that I was not talented enough. I know I'm stupid and I don't have talent, but I believe that diligence can make up for my clumsiness, I started to practice all day long, all day long, practice body, practice allegro, no one taught me to steal learning, lying on the wall of people's courtyard to peek, beating me I don't leave, one day, one year, ten years, I have been living like this. ”

"My requirements are really not high, as long as I can always speak cross talk, but I can't even eat, and I can't even get a wife when I'm thirty years old, and then my parents spent half of their life savings to marry me a wife, and I can be regarded as having a family. ”

"My wife works in a textile factory, and she earns all the expenses of the family, and I am a joke to the neighbors. Heh, if it weren't for Brother Fang and you taking me in the past two years, I wouldn't even be able to earn my own food. I like cross talk, but cross talk can't be eaten, and now my wife has returned to her parents' house with the child, in fact, I know that she has always looked down on me. ”

"I've been selfish for half my life, I can't go on being so selfish, I can't let my family suffer for my hobby anymore, I'm really not this piece of material, I decided not to say cross talk again, never again, no more ......"

Two lines of cloudy tears slipped down Huang Hua's face. The cross talk industry is too difficult, and it's too difficult to do, cross talk was still popular in the 80s, but folk artists still can't even eat, and the cross talk market disappeared in the 90s, except for those who get salaries, no one else can survive.

Fang Wenqi sighed silently, got up and took out a folded black coat from the back room, but the humorous and passionate man was forced to be like this by reality, he said: "Don't you keep begging me to make you a coat, I've done it well, whether you talk about cross talk in the future or not, I hope you are all right." ”

Huang Hua took the coat, buried his head deep in the coat, and cried. Cross talk is his dream for half his life, and today ...... The dream was finally shattered.

After all, he fell on the road of chasing his dreams.