readx; It was completely dark, and He Xiangdong was still sitting in the garden in a daze. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Guo Qing called him several times, so he rubbed his face and got up to go backstage for dinner. He Xiangdong also told several people about this matter, and everyone's expressions were a little heavy.

Fan Wenquan had already finished eating, lit a cigarette and smoked and said, "What are you going to do?"

He Xiangdong frowned and did not speak.

Zhang Wenhai said: "How did you encounter such a dog-skin thing, you don't want to be embarrassed, you actually ran to the door to get other people's things, it's really everyone." ”

Chen Yifang put down his chopsticks, stopped eating, took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth, shook his head with a wry smile and said: "That's no way, if morally speaking, people want to get back the ancestral relics and are willing to give money, this doesn't matter what." ”

Zhang Wenhai said angrily: "What ancestral relics, this thing was passed on to him by Dongzi's master, and what will become a relic of other ancestors." ”

Chen Yifang said: "But the key is that there is no way to prove that Dongzi is also a storyteller, and his master doesn't know where he went, and his name is not on the family tree." What should I do? Do you want to go to the teacher who introduced the insurance back then?"

He Xiangdong sighed lightly, and introduced the three teachers of Bao Dai, his master was in Shanghai, and he didn't let himself go to him, Yang San and Bai Fengshan didn't know where they went, and they couldn't even find anyone, so they went there to find Bao Dai.

Guo Qing was also in the background, he frowned, thought for a while with a calm face, and said: "Dongzi, it's really not good, let's just ignore others, this is your thing, you have the right to own." If they dare to bother you again, you can call the police, now is the era of ** law, do they dare to mess around. ”dudu1;

He Xiangdong sighed lightly and said to Guo Qing: "When I was nine years old, I talked about cross talk in a garden in Tianjin, and the garden business was very good at that time, and it was the best business in all the gardens in Tianjin. There is a garden called Fenghua next to it, and when my third uncle Yang was commenting on the story, he found two insiders to come to the door. ”

"Third Uncle Yang has never worshiped the storyteller, according to the old rules of the old society, they can take my Third Uncle Yang's storyteller away, and the manager in the garden at that time said that this is a ** law society, and if they dare to take things, they are robbing. ”

"Their boss also said that as long as we give us a word, they will leave immediately. My master told them to take the guy away, but I stopped them. Later, I also asked my master why he didn't call the police. ”

My master said. He Xiangdong glanced around at everyone and said, "If my master sees that he is going to suffer, then at least he must save his face." It's okay if the inside is broken, and the face can't be damaged a little, this is the dignity of an artist. ”

He Xiangdong looked at everyone and said loudly: "I, He Xiangdong, am the tenth generation of the Eight Classics of Storytelling, and I have kowtowed on the ground and swayed my branches, and I have been witnessed by the teacher of Bao Dai." The waking wood and the folding fan were also passed on to me by my master, and as the heir to inherit my master's mantle, who else is qualified to take these two things except me He Xiangdong?"

Everyone nodded with a smile, all shocked by He Xiangdong's domineering, Zhang Wenhai praised: "Well said, no one deserves these two things except you." The next time those turtle grandchildren come back and call me up, I won't be able to kill them. ”

Fan Wenquan also said: "Yes, they have a kind of coming again, and they dare to turn the sky upside down." Let Lao Zhang beat them, anyway, Lao Zhang is also a person who has been in and has experience. ”

"Fuck off. Zhang Wenhai scolded angrily. dudu2;

Everyone also laughed, but the laughter was a little heavy, after all, it was still a troublesome matter, although it was not a big deal, but this kind of entanglement of the little fly was very annoying to deal with.

The performance in the evening continued, the effect was very good, there were bursts of laughter, they were all very virtuous artists, they would not bring the emotions of the audience to the stage, and the performance was over, it was almost nine o'clock, and they went home.

Chen Yifang has been very tired recently, the business in the garden is very good, and he has more performances, three or four performances a day, but the money is not less, forty-one times, at the end of the day, there are also one hundred and two to one hundred and sixteen, which is a very good high salary. ”

got out of the subway, transferred to the bus, got off the bus at the entrance of the alley at home, glanced at his watch, nine o'fifteen, alas, it's not too late, Chen Yifang dragged his tired body inside, he was very annoyed, and when the two storytellers came to the door tomorrow, it must be another farce.

The old man at the mouth of the alley is also there, this old man is in the alley every night until late, and the other old men have gone back, and he refuses to go home. There is a radio next to him, which is often playing opera, cross talk, and storytelling, and he leans on a rocking chair, slowly rocking, and listening.

Chen Yifang can meet this old man every night when he goes home, and he will chat a few words, he is not a particularly good talker, and he just knows that the old man lives alone in Beijing for such a long time, that's all.

"I'm back. The old man opened his eyes and saw Chen Yifang, and took the initiative to say hello.

Chen Yifang smiled: "Yes, just got off the car." ”dudu3;

The old man said, "It seems to be a little late tonight." ”

Chen Yifang frowned and said, "Something happened in the garden, alas, it's too annoying." ”

The old man shook slowly on the rocking chair, fanning the fan in his hand: "Hehe, no matter how big or small, as long as it is a thing, there is a solution, don't worry, don't worry, hehehe......"

Chen Yifang sighed heavily and said, "It's not annoying, it's just that I feel very uncomfortable." Tell me how there is such a person, our class master has a piece of waking wood that was handed down by his master, and now some people say that there is no name of our class master in the family tree, and then people have to say that they want to welcome back the relics of the ancestor, and they say that they are high-sounding, and they are not interested in this thing. How annoying, they will definitely not give up, although they can't afford to make big waves, but no one can bear to keep annoying. ”

The figure of the old man swaying in the rocking chair did not stop for a moment, still swaying slowly and rhythmically, he shook the fan lightly, and asked, "What kind of waking wood is this, such a treasure." ”

Chen Yifang said: "Hey, it's just an old object, it has a bit of commemorative value, and it's not a treasure." Said that it was handed down by Mr. Shuanghouping.,The storyteller has taken this thing as a treasure.,Otherwise, how could there be a fight.,It's said that our class owner still has a folding fan in his hand.,Fortunately, others don't know.,Otherwise, it's a bunch of dog skin upside down trouble.。 Alas...... Hi...... I'm telling you why this is the case, come on, old man, go back and rest. ”

The old man's shaking fan stopped, and the shaking rocking chair also stopped, leaving only the Peking Opera singing in the radio babbling, playing the Peking Opera "Dingjun Mountain", singing the scene of Zhuge Liang's agitation of Huang Zhong.

"What's your class leader's name? The old man's voice trembled.

Chen Yifang was a little confused, but still replied: "He Xiangdong." (To be continued.) Sexy private photos show crisp breasts and buttocks 95 post-school flowers kill otaku Please pay attention to the WeChat public account to see the beauty online (Beauty Island Search meinvdao123 Press and hold for 3 seconds to copy)