Although it was only half a month to learn ventriloquism with Zhang Yushu, Zhang Yushu's cramming education during this time did stuff a lot of things for He Xiangdong.

In the days that followed, He Xiangdong practiced hard and eventually achieved success, which was extremely beneficial to his future development, and his superb ventriloquist skills have also become a major feature of He Xiangdong's future cross talk performances.

He Xiangdong followed the master back to the farmhouse in the east of the county, and he still practiced every day, but now he had an extra skill to practice.

Fang Wenqi also passed on some new work to him during this time, and also took him out to sell his art, a few times Fang Wenqi teased He Xiangdong to praise, cross talk artists learn to tease first and then learn to tease, and finally see which one is suitable for doing and then doing which, so an excellent cross talk artist is required to tease well.

At the same time, Fang Wenqi also told He Xiangdong about his junior brother's war letter, and also told He Xiangdong that he must not lose, otherwise he would be good-looking.

When these cruel words came out, even He Xiangdong became nervous, practicing every day was very hard, and he was forced to choke enough by the master, and he had been thinking in his heart, what kind of character made the master so nervous, He Xiangdong had great curiosity about this uncle and brother who had never met.

In fact, Fang Wenqi was embarrassed to say something to He Xiangdong, he and his junior brother agreed that whoever lost would learn to bark a dog, and he would lose this person at his age, of course, he would train He Xiangdong with all his might, and he couldn't afford to lose.

One day half a month later, Fang Wenqi got up early in the morning, rarely washed his hair, changed the sloppy and dirty clothes on his body, put on a brand new coat, and pedaled a pair of cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles on his feet, and the sparse hair on his head was also neatly groomed.

He Xiangdong quipped on the side: "Master, look at your posture, it doesn't look like you're going to see your uncle, but like you're going to date an old lover." ”

"Go aside. Fang Wenqi said angrily: "You hurry up and change your clothes, I can tell you, you can toss as much as you want at home, and you can't be rude in front of your uncle." ”

He Xiangdong opened his mouth wide and said, "Ah, where did this uncle come from, so serious?"

Fang Wenqi advised: "I'll tell you the truth, my uncle and I started to compete when we were learning art from your master, the two of us have been fighting for most of our lives, anyway, he didn't win against me, and now he is starting to compare with the next generation, if you are ashamed, it is not your person, it is my old face." ”

Hearing this, He Xiangdong instantly understood, patted his chest and agreed: "Master, don't worry, no matter inside or outside the venue, I will save enough face for you, and promise to let our uncle cover his face with his pants in shame and run back to Beijing." ”

Fang Wenqi touched He Xiangdong's little head with satisfaction, and praised him: "Good boy, remember to behave well, when your uncle is driven away, Master will buy you pancakes and fruits to eat." ”

Fang Wenqi coaxed the child in this life, and this is the trick.

He Xiangdong drooled and laughed, this child is also incurable.

Not much to say, He Xiangdong also hurriedly changed into the cyan coat specially made for him by the master, and put on a pair of brand-new cloth shoes, this old and young man looked a little traditional and elegant.

Fang Wenqi carried He Xiangdong to the back seat of the 28 weighted bicycle, he kicked up in front of him, and ran to the county town to pick up his junior brother and nephew.

The two men waited for hours at the station in the county, and the car was not on time this year, and it was not until the afternoon that the minibus was late.

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong pushed their bicycles and waited at the lower door of the car, the two stretched their necks and looked around, Fang Wenqi held the handlebar tightly with a pair of big hands, his face was full of expectant expressions, no matter how disdainful he said in his mouth, he still saw this junior brother who had not seen him for many years in his heart.

Finally, people came, and the car also came down, both old and young, both wearing brown suits and ties, looking very ...... is very coquettish, well, this is He Xiangdong's evaluation, and Fang Wenqi also said so.

He Xiangdong's uncle is called Fan Wenquan, who works in the Beijing Quyi Troupe, and is Fang Wenqi's own brother, and the two studied art with a master. This uncle is also in his fifties this year, but he looks very energetic, full of red light, and a little blessed, not at all like Fang Wenqi, a dry and thin old man.

Fan Wenquan's apprentice is called Guo Qing, a thirteen-year-old child, a small split comb with oily shiny, he is taller and stronger than He Xiangdong, and his head is also higher, he looks particularly bad, well, He Xiangdong's original words.

Fan Wenquan got out of the car, saw Fang Wenqi waiting there at a glance, and quickly trotted forward two steps, his face was full of excited expressions, and he didn't know what he thought, so he immediately slowed down, paced slowly, and raised his head slightly, putting on a disdainful expression.

Seeing this, Fang Wenqi immediately restrained the expression of excitement and anticipation on his face, and his old face swung to the side, making an even more disdainful expression.

These two old men changed their faces first-class.

Fan Wenquan walked up to Fang Wenqi and said, "Yo, senior brother, you have been old in the past few years." ”

Fang Wenqi also said: "That's not as good as you, you eat and drink every day, we folk artists have a meal and a meal, can you not look old." ”

Fan Wenquan smiled and did not refute.

Fang Wenqi glanced at He Xiangdong, He Xiangdong nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, and then immediately stepped forward, respectfully bowed to Fan Wenquan at 90 degrees, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Shi is good." ”

Fan Wenquan's eyes lit up slightly, he looked down at the kid in front of him, and then raised his head and asked Fang Wenqi: "Senior brother, this kid is your apprentice Dongzi." ”

Fang Wenqi smiled and nodded.

Fan Wenquan smiled very happily, and quickly helped the child up, his slightly fat face smiled like Maitreya Buddha, and said: "Dongzi, come, let Uncle Shi take a good look, ah, this child is really awake, come, Uncle Shi has a meeting gift for you." ”

As he spoke, Fan Wenquan took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to He Xiangdong.

Fang Wenqi's face was a little dark, he didn't prepare any greeting gifts.

He Xiangdong didn't take it immediately, he turned his head to look at the master, and he didn't know whether he should accept the meeting gift from his uncle.

Fang Wenqi gritted his teeth and nodded, why don't you want the money sent to the door.

After receiving the hint from the master, He Xiangdong immediately took it happily and put it in his bag. Then the child walked up to the senior brother with the middle head upright, bowed deeply, and shouted, "Hello, senior brother." ”

Guo Qing raised his head up, and let out a "hum" from his mouth, arrogantly wanting you to hit him.

"Guo Qing, your junior brother called you. Fan Wenquan said with a calm face.

Guo Qing, the unlucky child, said: "Hello, junior brother." Then he walked to Fang Wenqi's side, bowed slightly, and shouted, "Uncle Shi is good." ”

Fang Wenqi looked at the arrogant little boy in front of him and responded: "Hello, little guy." Then he glanced at Fan Wenquan with a smile.

Fan Wenquan's face couldn't be hung up at that time, and he said in a deep voice: "Is there a little etiquette, you see how much your junior brother knows how much etiquette." ”

Guo Qing's face twitched slightly, and then he bowed deeply reluctantly, and shouted again: "Uncle Shi is good." ”

"Good boy, get up. Fang Wenqi said with a smile.

Fan Wenquan's face also looked much better.

Who knew that He Xiangdong was making trouble at this time, the kid ran in front of Fan Wenquan, knelt on the ground with a "plop", kowtowed firmly, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Shi is good." ”

Everyone present was stunned, especially Guo Qing was dumbfounded when he looked at this little junior brother.

He Xiangdong met Guo Qing's stunned eyes, raised his little head to the side, and let out a disdainful voice from his mouth that was an octave high: "Ho ......"

Tell you to ignore me.

Fan Wenquan immediately looked at Guo Qing with a dark face.