Beijing.

Cemetery.

Double Ninth Festival, climb high and overlook, go to the grave to worship the ancestors.

The Double Ninth Festival is a traditional festival in China, but now most people are only this festival, He Xiangdong still lived, he would come to the grave every year to worship his ancestors.

He himself is an orphan, and he has spent most of his life, and he has not found his relatives, and he probably can't find it.

He has nowhere to go when he arrives at the show to worship his ancestors, but fortunately, he still has his own elders to watch.

This year, He Xiangdong didn't bring anyone, so he went to the grave alone.

During the Double Ninth Festival, the autumn was crisp, He Xiangdong prepared flowers and wine, and went up with them.

Familiar with the way to his master's grave, next to Zhang Wenhai's tomb, on the other side is Zhang Kuoru's, this brother's friendship before his death is average, but after his death, they got together.

After Fang Wenqi said goodbye to the performance, he was buried, and several old-timers in the garden said that they would be buried next to Fang Wenqi after death, which could be regarded as having a companion. They all admired Fang Wenqi very much, they didn't talk much before they died, and they had to study art after death.

Zhang Wenhai was buried, and Zhang Kuoru was also coming over, he said that he wanted to settle accounts with Fang Wenqi. This old brother and sister got together.

He Xiangdong came to the grave, picked up the fallen leaves in front of the grave, and then gave the flowers to the three old gentlemen to arrange in front of the tombstone.

He Xiangdong didn't care about the dirty, he sat on the ground, he originally planned to cross his legs, but his stomach was too big and he panicked, so he could only stretch his legs straight, but he still felt a little breathless, and the fat man was really hopeless.

He Xiangdong took out the package he was carrying, and now the big guys are only the Double Ninth Festival, and there are only so many people in a huge cemetery.

He Xiangdong took out the wine and shook it twice, and said with a smile: "Hehe, Moutai, this is the national wine, Master, you haven't drunk it much." Yes, there is also this bottle of red wine, foreign red wine, it is expensive, forget it, don't tell you what brand it is, you don't know if you say it. ”

"Of course, if you have wine, you have to have food, Tianfu's sauce elbow, Master, you can often talk about it, I bought it for you. And Mr. Zhang's haggis, you really don't like it. And my storyteller master, storyteller, you see I brought you a pig's tongue. Hahaha......"

He Xiangdong laughed a few times, took out a few cups, and filled a glass of wine for each of them and sprinkled it in front of the grave, and immediately the aroma of wine overflowed.

He Xiangdong also picked up the wine glass, raised his head and poured it, and the high number of liquor made He Xiangdong feel hot all over.

When he came to a better time, He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yes, you can enjoy this liquor, I'm really not used to drinking it, I'll still drink some red." ”

He Xiangdong drank two cups of red, ate a few more bites of meat, eating and drinking, He Xiangdong's excitement at the beginning slowly converged, and in the end, He Xiangdong frowned, with a stunned face.

"Alas. He Xiangdong let out a long sigh and threw aside half of the meat he had eaten, his eyes were a little red, and his voice was low: "How good it would be if you were all alive, even if you take another look at our Xiangwen Society." ”

"Master. He Xiangdong looked at Fang Wenqi's tombstone and looked at the photo on his tombstone, although ten years have passed, He Xiangdong still has a sour nose every time he sees this photo.

"Master, cross talk is good now, not only alive, but also alive very well. Now many people are talking about cross talk, we have four teams in Xiangwen Society, running commercial performances around the world, which cross talk team in history has this glory, we have it. ”

"Also, Mr. Zhang, you probably didn't expect that we would be able to have today. It's just that you left early, otherwise you can look twice. ”

"Master, my son also said cross talk, hey, this stinky boy is more talented than me. I worshipped a master, I didn't learn any kung fu, I just relied on what I usually watched, and I was able to go on stage and say like that, which is really amazing. ”

"I was still a monk back then, and I have learned basic skills for two years, so I am not much better than him. Like you, I punished this stinky boy to kneel down and reflect, this kid is the same as I was back then, he is really his own father and son. ”

"When he knelt, I really understood your state of mind back then. You don't actually blame me for sneaking on stage without saying a word, do you, yes, because I don't blame my son either. I'm happy, I'm happy that my son can have this talent, he was born to do this. ”

"But I'm also worried that learning art is too hard, and I feel sorry for the child, and I am reluctant to let him suffer and be beaten. I learned art, but I was worried that he wouldn't be able to become a wrist and would do nothing for the rest of his life. I'm also worried that if the cross talk market is bad again, I'm afraid that he won't have anything to eat. ”

"You said that I'm still a good mix, and I can be considered a big family, and I still have this kind of worry. Back then, our master and apprentice were hungry and full, I'm afraid your worries are much greater than mine. ”

"Alas, Master...... Master, why haven't you had a few good days? Now that Xiaochen has officially learned art, the child doesn't want to continue to go to school, he insists on doing so, and I will follow him. The road is his own choice, and it is up to him to decide whether it is good or bad. If you were still around, you could teach this child more. ”

"You have been running for cross talk all your life, wandering the rivers and lakes for so many years, starving and full, and throwing away your life to save so many traditional cross talk. Outside they all say that this is a cross talk master, and that one is a cross talk master, they are all a bunch of bullshit, and they have no edge to put gold on their faces. ”

"You are the master, the real master, the master who dedicates his life to cross talk. Don't seek fame, don't seek profit, just for cross talk. Cross talk is alive now, and it turns out that the small theater is right, the traditional cross talk is not wrong, and you are even more right, Master. Master, you are the one with the most discernment. Cross talk can have today, you are indispensable. Master, don't worry about it anymore, cross talk is good. ”

"Storytelling has also gotten better, and now there are a lot of people who like to listen to storytelling. There are also more non-governmental storytelling venues, or it will be a good scene in a few years. Old man, I haven't fallen into the name of our Zhang's storytelling, Zhang's storytelling, all generations are big horns. You are, I am, my apprentices will be, and always will be. ”

"Now all the old toys are getting better, Master, you haven't had a few days of your own life before your death, and now you are living well at the bottom. Anyway, you brothers are so close to each other, you can't play mahjong, it's okay to fight a landlord. Hi, I forgot to bring you a deck poker today, you wait for my next time. ”

"Interest is to be cultivated by yourself, but you should be careful of Mr. Zhang when you play poker, the old man is bad, be careful of him playing tricks." Ha ha...... Alas......"

He Xiangdong looked at the three tombstones in front of him, his eyebrows were gloomy, his mood was heavy, and he forced a smile: "It's been a long time, otherwise let's sing one." Speaking of singing, Mr. Zhang, the truth you wrote was sung by me all over the world, you didn't expect it. ”

"And you asked me before you died, I was squeezed by you until I forgot the words, whether I really forgot the words or fake forgetting. I told you that it was true, but in fact it was false, I coaxed you, didn't you think of it? Bad old man, you also have times when you are bullied by me. ”

"After you left, it's been seven or eight years, and I haven't sung the whole book of the truth. You took the whole book with the truth, alas......"

He Xiangdong sighed and looked away, the breeze came slowly, blowing his short hair, messy, throbbing, but also warm.

He Xiangdong closed his eyes slightly, and sang softly in his mouth: "Speaking of heavenly relatives, the sky is not considered pro, there are sun, moon and stars in the sky." The sun and moon shuttle urge people to grow old, and take away how many people in the world. ”

"When it comes to the earth, the earth is not close, and everything on the earth is like gold. How many years of striving for fame and fortune, look at the new grave and look at the old grave. ”

"Talking about mom and dad, mom and dad are not pro, mom and dad can't live forever. The children in the hall couldn't stay, and there were tears in the rain of loess. ”

"Speaking of friends, friends are not relatives, friends are people who meet on the road. People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, and friends turn their faces to be enemies. ”

"Say the old men are pro, the old men are really pro......"

He Xiangdong closed his eyes,

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