Early the next morning, Huo Yunting packed his luggage, carried a backpack, and went on the subway with an umbrella in his right hand.

When I went to Yinchuan, I had a big bag, a mattress, a bedding and a basin.

As a result, when I arrived at the place, I saw that I was staying in a hotel.

What is not better than the bed he has not changed in three or five years?

That's why his sheets and bedding kept being thrown in the corner to eat dust.

Now that it has been completed, the salary of 40,000 yuan is in hand, and he has to equip himself with something good no matter how he comes back, and this pile of rags was swept into the garbage heap by him.

The backpack only contained some daily necessities such as toothbrushes, toothpaste, and a change of clothes.

I bought a ticket, got on the subway, found a vacant seat to sit down and take a nap.

As he squinted, he felt a wave of footsteps coming towards him.

When she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a young girl in a broken plaid dress, looking at her with a red face.

"That...... Hello, what university are you? ”

"Girl, I didn't go to college. Are you looking for the wrong person? ”

"Huh? Yes...... Well. Excuse me. ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, her lips squirmed for a long time, and then she returned to her seat with a red face.

After Huo Yunting saw her sit back, several little sisters around her instantly surrounded her and cooed.

Huo Yunting shrugged, inexplicable.

In about half an hour, from the Temple of Heaven Park, walk towards the Tianqiao Le Tea Garden.

It's still the same antique door, and it hasn't changed at all from a few months ago. Except for the gilded characters on the plaque, which were a little darker.

pushed the door in, and the tone of Huangmei Opera reached his ears.

The waiter who greeted him asked, "When will Guo Degang's cross talk start?" ”

"Deyun Club's cross talk should start in half an hour."

"Okay, I want to soak the hairs."

"Sit here, wait."

It was still the front seat of the first row, and when I sat down for a short time, the waiter of the peony cheongsam brought the tea.

This Huangmei opera sings "Playing Pigweed", which is one of the few dramas that Huo Yunting can listen to.

The plot is simple and easy to understand, roughly the story of two children having a little conflict, and then explaining the story of misunderstanding and becoming good friends.

But only a tail was heard.

After Huangmei finished singing, the announcer came to the stage: "The next thing you can enjoy is the cross talk, "Dream of the Western Expedition". ”

After a while, two black coats came to the stage. Before the two of them could stand firm, the audience was clamoring.

"Phew~"

"Phew—"

Huo Yunting fixed his eyes and saw that Yu Qian was still dressed like that, without much change, at most, his hair was more like a chicken coop.

But look at Guo Degang next to him, good guy, this appearance has changed a lot.

The oblique bangs that used to be quite chic were shaved fine, and there was a peach heart on the top of the head.

It can be said that the ugliness has been taken to the extreme.

The two stood in front of the table and were unmoved by the cries of the audience.

"Wow! Everyone's response is so enthusiastic today? Do you welcome me, or do you welcome me, or do you ...... What about welcoming me? ”

"Not welcome!"

The voices in the audience were unanimous.

"Good! Since everyone is begging me, I'm going to start today—"

"Hey, hey, wait a minute, where did you hear people begging you to come?"

"Donkey smoke, shut up."

"Hey!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha......"

"I'm laughing to death, I come every day just to watch them play."

Huo Yunting couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, took a sip of tea lightly, and continued to look at it with interest......

It took nearly an hour or so for the cross talk to finish, and Guo Degang and Yu Qian were sweating profusely and panting.

It stands to reason that in fact, this cross talk will be finished in half an hour, but I can't bear the audience's voice too strongly, and I returned to the venue three or four times before I can barely satisfy the unfinished audience.

After getting off the stage, Guo Degang and the waiter said hello and put Huo Yunting backstage.

As soon as he took the stage, he recognized Huo Yunting coming.

"Lao Guo, your reputation has started. Go to that station, and the audience will be happy if they don't speak. ”

Guo Degang waved his hand, "It's still in its infancy, and these viewers are my food and clothing parents." ”

Huo Yunting nodded, turned his head to look at Yu Qian's hairstyle, and suddenly burst into joy.

"I said Uncle Qian'er, your hair is not repaired."

Picking up the purple sand teapot on the backstage table, Yu Qian blew his mouth.

"What Uncle Qian'er, called Uncle Yu, how can you have a urine sex with Lao Guo."

"I said Brother Qian'er, what do you mean to have the same urine sex with me?"

Walking further backstage, I suddenly saw a little fat man in a long shirt making tea.

"Master, make tea for you - Brother Yun?!"

Huo Yunting took a closer look, good guy, it turned out to be Yue Yuncang.

The chubby man seemed to have grown a little taller, and his hair was shaved to the same style as his master's, with a layer on top of his brain.

Yue Yuncang put down the tea and happily came up to give him a big hug.

"Brother Yun, I haven't been able to trust my son for several months, and I thought I was going back to my hometown."

"Cloud canopy, ahem, dialect, pay attention."

Guo Degang sat upright, picked up the teacup and took a sip of it to remind.

"Ao Ao, Brother Yun, you look really energetic, like a college student. When you walk down the street, there must be a lot of little girls who like you. ”

Yue Yunpeng looked at Brother Yun with envy.

Black jacket and Western-style trousers, carrying a cool black backpack. The most important thing is this face, with deep facial features, the more you look at it, the more durable it becomes.

Huo Yunting was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of the girl who came over to talk on the subway.

Was it a pick-up?

Holding his chubby face with both hands and looking up and down, Huo Yunting's face became strange.

"I said Chubby, are you fucking fat again?"

It's true that he's grown a lot taller, but this width is also pulled to both sides.

Guo Degang and Yu Qian were happy, making Yue Yunpeng blush.

"This, this fat-prone physique...... Can the matter of being fattened be called gaining weight? ”

The next thing is what to eat very little, too hard work on weekdays, and confused things such as learning to sing and sing.

For a while, the small backstage was filled with cheerful laughter.

"Brother Yun."

A hearty voice came from behind him, and when he looked back, a hairy boy in a robe looked at him, holding a broom in his hand.

The eyebrows and eyes look familiar.

"Huh? You are...... Oh, Chubby's friend, right? Kong Yunlong? ”

"Hehe, Brother Yun, you still remember me."

Looking at Kong Yunlong's back, there is also a person with a slightly lower hairline. Wearing a jujube red gown, nine times out of ten it is also related to Lao Guo.

"I said Lao Guo, who is this?"

"Hey, I forgot to introduce you, this is my eldest apprentice, Yan Yunda. Yunda, you are also called Yun...... Let's call Mr. Huo. ”

Originally, Guo Degang wanted him to follow and call Brother Yun.

But thinking about it again, Huo Yunting is only 20 this year, and Yunda is 22 years old, so it's not a seniority difference to call Brother Yun.

"Hello Mr. Huo."

"Hello, hello."

Huo Yunting looked left and right, three apprentices and a partner, as well as Mr. Zhang Minshun, a nobleman, Lao Guo's Deyun team is beginning to take shape.

"Lao Guo, Uncle Qian'er, let's go out and have a drink?"

"Yo, you're in for a treat?"

"Shall I go, please?"

"Let's go!"