"The performance fee is not settled?" Zhang Xiuming unbuttoned his collar unhurriedly and looked coldly at his old partner who was in a hurry to leave. "Since he doesn't want it, Xiu Wen will recalculate the accounts and distribute it equally to everyone, this night's performance is also hard."

At this point, Xie Yan, who had already walked to the door and was about to leave, paused, hesitated for a few seconds, and then turned his head and came back.

"Teacher Zhang, it's not like I'm starving to death without this hundred dollars, what can't you say clearly? If you have to come to this yin, who will knock it? ”

There are so many actors backstage, they are worried about the old couple all night, and no one dares to go first. Now that the two of them have finished acting, they haven't said clearly, their mouths are tense, and it's not easy to persuade, and it's not easy to ask, and they are all worried.

Zhang Xiuming just changed his coat, and it was fake not to be angry when he heard him say this, but he still pressed his anger and said good words to him: "Thirteen years of partner, I got together and dispersed according to you, isn't it enough?" ”

"Let's get together and disperse, you can dismantle my platform? "Eighteen Sorrows", which time you can't sing, you have to pick up this one? Xie Yan was already dissatisfied on stage, and at this moment, he seemed to have exhausted his last patience and completely tore his face with Zhang Xiuming.

"There are so many cross talk clubs in Beijing, where can't you go? I have to go to the East Side. Zhang Xiuming blocked back.

Xie was speechless, speechless for a while. But if it weren't for the enthusiastic invitation of Tang Chongan in Dongcheng, how could he and Zhang Xiuming's thirteen-year relationship be dispersed?

Since the beginning of the boom, there have been a lot of discussions about the two of them, nothing more than that he Xie Yan has no teacher, and the cross talk industry calls this 'Hai Qing Legs', which is not worthy of Zhang Xiuming, a master and apprentice. He had considered whether he could match it or not, at least at that time. But in the recent past, it doesn't seem to be the case.

Every time he touches Zhang Xiuming's light, he records a show, accepts an interview or something, and when it comes to the mentorship portal, Zhang Xiuming is proud of talking eloquently, but what about him? I can only count the points that have been mentioned by a few old gentlemen over the years, but none of them dare to climb high.

Zhang Xiuming's eyes swept to the photo posted on the wall, and the tear socket was not shallow, but today he couldn't help but redden, and he didn't shed tears. "When we built the Qu Yan Society, how many stumbling blocks did Dongcheng make, and you forgot it?"

Xie Yan turned his head and didn't care about it, "Among peers, how can there be no one competing for fame and fortune?" Old Man Tang is still kind to me. ”

"Second child, we've been thirteen years, thirteen years!" Zhang Xiuming couldn't help shouting at him, and finally kept a sentence: "Let's break up, we have to run in again, can we still move for the next thirteen years?" ”

Xie Yan stabbed hard in his heart, Zhang Xiuming's every word and sentence smashed on his heart, people always miss the old, and it is not easy to change who gives up the previous thirteen years.

At this time, the mobile phone rings, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the background.

Xie Yan glanced down, and Tang Chong'an's name was displayed on the screen.

Not only did he see it, but the backstage was so big, and the actors sitting and standing next to him could see it.

"Teacher Zhang, I can't help you, let's get together and disperse, and we will be well in the future." Xie Yan couldn't hold back the choking that came to his mouth, and it was difficult to hide the shame in his mouth, but after he said this, he still turned around and left with his bag.

Out of the door of Qu Yan Society, Xie Yan stretched out his hand to stop a taxi, and when he said the address, the driver sat up straight and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." Xie Yan suddenly shouted.

The driver was confused and squinted out the window for a long time. "What's the matter, someone hasn't come up?"

"No, let me see this place again."

The driver listened funny, and now the old men still have so many sentimental, "Lost in love? How to pick such a place, this Qu Yan Society listens to cross talk. ”

It was dark at night, and the driver couldn't see what the person in the back seat looked like, so how could he know that he was one of the pillars of the Qu Yan Society? But that's all in the past.

Xie Yan retracted his gaze, and finally gave up his thirteen-year old love with a heart.

"Let's go."

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Seeing that it was already half past ten at this time, Fang Xiuwen was better, his home was close, and it took nearly an hour for the other actors to go back by car, and he really had to drag others off work for his partner's dissolution, Zhang Xiuming's heart was not steady.

He calmed down a little, and said to a few actors backstage: "It's not early, go back quickly, no matter how big the matter is, I and Xiuwen will have to worry less about salty radishes here." ”

Several actors looked at each other, glanced at each other, and didn't see anyone move for a long time. Fang Xiuwen had already guessed that this was the result, but he couldn't see it and urged: "Okay, let's go back, it's not that there is no tomorrow, why do you have to leave it here tonight?" ”

Fang Xiuwen spoke, his eldest apprentice Liu Sheng was the most sensible, and he took the lead in getting up and packing up his things and going home, there were one and two, Liu Sheng picked this head, and the other actors naturally left one after another.

At this time, most of the people left, Zhang Xiuming finally put down the shelf he was holding, leaned on the rattan chair and slowly lowered his eyes, with a tired look on his face.

Jiang Qifeng handed him a cup of hot tea, and then reached out to pinch his shoulder and beat his back.

Fang Xiuwen stopped in front of the group photo and looked at it for a long time, and finally sighed, his eyes full of regret: "Six people, there are only two of us left." ”

Zhang Xiuming waved his hand tiredly, "Don't think about it, you can go back quickly." ”

Fang Xiuwen hesitated and looked back at him. "Senior brother, what about you?"

"Xiao Feng is here." Zhang Xiuming said.

The night is getting darker, but the traffic on the street has not decreased, passing through a piece of headlights, Jiang Qifeng drove Zhang Xiuming to his home, and at this moment, he was suddenly glad that he came by car.

If he takes the subway, how will he take Master back at this time?

Zhang Xiuming was not used to sitting in the co-pilot, so he sat directly in the back seat when he got into the car. When he stopped at a traffic light, Jiang Qifeng paid attention to his master's situation through the rearview mirror, and when he raised his head, he saw him staring at the mobile phone screen, his eyes were scattered and stunned.

"Master, what should I do after two days of performance?" Jiang Qifeng asked suddenly.

Zhang Xiuming put down his phone, looked at him and said, "Are you happy to give me a hand?" ”

These words frightened Jiang Qifeng almost braked suddenly, and it took a while to come to his senses. It's not that I haven't performed on the same stage with the master, but there were thank you in the past, and most of the people who talked about the group were the old couple holding him. If he wants to praise the master, he really hasn't tried.

Jiang Qifeng said helplessly: "I won't either, what if Ming'er can't pick it up or hold his cheeks and tell you that it's broken?" ”

Zhang Xiuming pretended to be disgusted and said: "Let's talk nonsense, I taught it all when I learned, so don't tell me that I won't." But you are spoiled on the bridge, who hasn't held it a few times. ”

When he arrived downstairs, Jiang Qifeng parked the car in the garage below, and after getting out of the car, he went to the back to open the door for Zhang Xiuming, and stretched out his hand to help him down.

Jiang Qifeng has always been by Zhang Xiuming's side, and he usually lives with his family, so he has become accustomed to it over the years, he opened the door with the key, and took out the slippers for the master to put on the ground first.

"Master, you won't really let me hold it, will you?" Jiang Qifeng was a little apprehensive in his heart, he knew that there were very few people who were more popular than teasing, he had been greedy and practiced so many basic skills in the morning, if he would praise his master in the future...... I don't feel very comfortable.

Zhang Xiuming changed his shoes and walked into the living room, leaned on the sofa and sat up to look at him: "There is never a distinction between high and low, the one who is praised on the stage will be your grandson, and he will be the uncle offstage, although there is no explicit provision, but people know about it." ”

He looked at Jiang Qifeng sitting beside him, his eyes were still a little ignorant, he stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Coming on stage to say cross talk is not to compete for dignity and humility, it amuses the audience, and it is worthy of the bowl of rice in the opponent's hand, that is a good actor." There are seven or eight pages of funny words, and those are dead words, and when you say it like this, the finishing touch is still in the hands of the table, do you understand? ”

Jiang Qifeng seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and he was always a little reluctant in his heart, but he could accept it. "I remember."

Zhang Xiuming was very pleased, Jiang Qifeng's good kid is good because he has a smart brain, the truth is not only to hear it, but to remember it in his heart, even if he can't understand it for a while, remember, one day he will be enlightened, and he never needs too much guidance from others.

"You don't have to be too disappointed, where can I really tie you to my side for a lifetime, this is a temporary ......" said, Zhang Xiuming remembered his partner again, and couldn't help but show a little regret in his eyes. Soon he restrained his expression again and perked up a little: "I have to think of a thought, and ask him if he is coming." ”

Jiang Qifeng saw that the master was holding his mobile phone and opened WeChat and rummaged in the address book, is this the next candidate? Becoming more and more curious, he leaned over to the side and stared. "Master, who are you looking for?"

Zhang Xiuming glanced at him, and then focused on the phone screen. "Li Sanqin, your sixth uncle."

Hearing this name, Jiang Qifeng had an impression. The sixth uncle is not the real sixth uncle, these are several buddies and brothers who helped each other in Zhang Xiuming's early years, that is, the six people in the photo in the backstage of Qu Yan Society.

The eldest Zhang Xiuming, the second Xie Yan, the third party Xiuwen, the fourth Pei Linchuan, the fifth Chu Qiansheng, and the sixth Li Sanqin.

In the early years, Qu Yan Society was in a recession, everyone had parents, wives and children at home, the fourth and fifth couldn't hold on first, and went back to change to other jobs.

As for the sixth child, Li Sanqin is a strange person, he was already famous when Qu Qianshe was not popular, just because he can collect and release freely, he can catch anyone who praises him, and he can also have different styles and brilliance. So he has never had a fixed partner, often where there is a shortage to make up, and the partners are temporary.

is a good candidate, but Jiang Qifeng couldn't help but wonder when he thought of something. "Sixth uncle? I heard that I haven't been on stage for many years, but what do you say? ”