Lao Guo still didn't believe it, so he flipped through a few pages casually and confronted Huo Yunting again.

After a little pondering, Huo Yunting immediately came out.

It seems that when I was learning English before, I memorized words and learned grammar in my dreams every night, and my brain became better and better, and my memory became better and better.

Listening to Huo Yunting's subdued and frustrated hand, Gao Feng and the people were stupid.

Didn't you say that he was born as an actor? How can this say that cross talk still has a hand?

Is this a talent or is it a lack of effort?

For a while, Gao Feng's heart was hit hard.

After a few more paragraphs with Lao Guo, Huo Yunting sat back in his chair, "Come on, you two continue, I won't bother." ”

"Teacher Huo, you're not making fun of me."

Gao Feng smiled bitterly, "You are more suitable than me to be this kind of actor." ”

Gao Feng opened his mouth, Guo Degang no longer hesitated, his eyes were shining, and he nodded again and again.

"Brother Huo, you know this "Dream of the Western Expedition", so can you ask for a favor in this time?"

Huo Yunting was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly waved his hand.

"Don't, I just watched cross talk, what can I do with cross talk."

"You are a good actor, and your line skills are definitely not bad, not to mention that you are more familiar with this "Dream of the Western Expedition" than Gao Feng. You said that at this moment, who else can you find besides your brother? ”

Gao Feng was also persuaded on the side, "Teacher Huo." You said that there are only two candidates for this favorite, and if you are familiar with it, you must be better than me. ”

"When I go up, I'm blind, if I say a wrong word, this good start will become a cold start."

The corners of Huo Yunting's mouth twitched a few times, and I wasn't afraid of saying the wrong words.

I wanted to say no again, but Lao Guo's eyes were staring at him and he didn't blink.

Huo Yunting was overwhelmed by him, so he had to reluctantly agree, "Okay, okay, if you think I'm suitable, then I'll go." ”

"Brother Huo!"

A small piece of black charcoal jumped up from the chair and landed in front of Huo Yunting and held his hand.

"Brother Huo, my brother will rely on you today."

"Stop, don't be poor, if you want me to go on, let's hurry up and talk to the lines."

"Yes."

The two of them exchanged lines, and the noise in the front court grew louder and louder from nothing.

When I looked at the watch, it was already seven o'clock, and I guessed that the audience should have arrived.

"Teacher Guo, at seven o'clock and fifteenth, our headlights are going to be turned on."

A little girl with a sign around her neck hurriedly ran over and shouted, and then hurried away.

Huo Yunting and Guo Degang glanced at each other, one took a long breath, and the other took a long breath.

"Lao Guo, let's go."

Guo Degang patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go." ”

At seven fifteen, the headlights were turned on and the spotlight was on the stage. The curtain opened, and Guo Degang, who was dressed in a black robe, and Huo Yunting, who was dressed in a white shirt, walked up from the backstage.

There are various bouquets on both sides of the stage, and there are several flower baskets on both sides of the desk.

I don't know if it was really sent by the audience or arranged in advance.

To be honest, before the two of them played, Guo Degang also thought about whether to give Huo Yunting a whole wig, beard or something.

After all, he has a green stubble now, and there is still a hair on his head that has not grown, and he has a scar.

This face looks too sharp.

Sharp edge.

This is said to be crosstalk, and the appearance should be more rounded and smoother.

It's just that there is neither a wig nor a fake beard in the background, and it is too late to buy it, so Lao Guo has no choice but to give up.

On stage, the shining light hit their faces, and the two squinted for a while.

"I'm very happy that there are a lot of people coming."

"Looking at everyone, I feel happy, some know me, and some don't know me.

"I'm not like them. They are talking about cross talk, I'm not talking about cross talk. ”

Huo Yunting pulled the microphone in front of him, "What about you?" ”

"I'm a military strategist."

Guo Degang smiled and looked happy.

It's a pity that at this moment, I'm afraid only Huo Yunting beside him knows that Lao Guo has no bottom in his heart.

These paragraphs are all in order for him to relieve his own emotions.

When he was grinding his gun, he panicked.

Spit out a breath of turbidity, glanced at Huo Yunting, and "Dream of the Western Expedition" officially began.

Gao Feng in the audience sat in the first row, which was Huo Yunting's seat.

He still holds the script of "Dream of the Western Expedition" in his hand, and he will read a paragraph when the two of them say a few words.

I'm afraid that Mr. Huo will suddenly forget the words, so he can wake up from below.

Originally, Lao Guo had no bottom in his heart for this cross talk, but a few burdens were shaken out, and Huo Yunting answered like a stream, winning applause from the audience.

His cheap brother can be regarded as an excellent rank, whether it is praise or on-the-spot performance.

This heart falls into the stomach.

For a while, my heart was much more relaxed.

“…… If I had exchanged it for a ticket, I would have been able to count to my 90th birthday. ”

"Changing to a steel hammer can bury you."

"Hahaha!"

"Phew—"

There is no such sentence in "Dream of the Western Expedition", it was added by Huo Yunting himself.

Guo Degang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again.

Play on the spot, and the actors also let themselves add words.

After all, inspiration is only in that moment, and if you miss it, you will be gone.

With a flick of his hand, Lao Guo scolded with a smile, "Hit you with a wreath." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, without waiting for Guo Degang to react, Gao Feng, who had been staring at the audience, chuckled in his heart.

Oh no, Mr. Guo said the wrong word nine times out of ten.

He kept looking at the line book of "Dream of the Western Expedition", and there was no such sentence in it.

The explanation was added by Mr. Guo.

Smash the wreath, this is aggressive, can Mr. Huo match it?

Huo Yunting shook his head and smiled, "I'm going to block yourself." ”

"Phew~"

"Phew—"

There was another shout and whistle from the audience.

At this time, Guo Degang also reacted and said the wrong word.

I wanted to talk about a flower basket, but it turned out to be a wreath by mistake.

This cold sweat burst out in an instant, scattering his back.

Fortunately, it's good that my cheap brother played well on the spot.

Although Huo Yunting was smiling, he also had palpitations.

Just now, I shook my head and laughed, so I gave myself this buffer time.

Lao Guo retracted his heart and didn't dare to say anything casually.

Can this sentence be right, and the next sentence can also be right?

After all, Brother Huo is an actor.

The burden behind is thrilling and dangerous, although it is a little conservative, but there is no danger.

As the two spoke, Gao Feng in the audience suddenly glanced at his mobile phone, bowed down and left quietly.

After this cross talk, Huo Yunting and Guo Degang stepped back and bowed slightly, and this "Dream of the Western Expedition" is over.

Listening to the deafening applause from the audience, Huo Yunting only felt a pain in his head, and quickly slipped to the backstage.

As soon as I entered, I looked at a long face.

"Oh, Brother Qian'er is here. Heroes are always the last to appear, right? ”

Huo Yunting took off his robe and laughed and teased, but this time Yu Qian didn't have fun with him, grabbed his hand and shook it a few times.

There was seriousness in his eyes.

"Brother Huo, I owe you a personal favor."

(End of chapter)