Two days later, more than 300 people came into the small theater with only 100 people. There were still many people waiting at the door, and the theater was really unable to squeeze in.

The reason for being so popular is very simple. A sign was hung at the entrance of the theater, which said that tonight was the last performance of Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong's disciples, and he bid farewell to the Tianjin folk art world.

So tonight, as long as people who are not particularly unable to leave are crowded here, they are crowded here.

Even Fang Wenqi was surprised to see this scene, as if Yi Ye had returned to the most prosperous era of crosstalk, and there were so many people in the streets that were hard to find tickets. Nowadays, can those professional groups who give tickets everywhere to show and give tickets to perform? They all bought it for money, and there are a lot of people at the door who can't buy tickets with money.

There is a traditional joke in crosstalk, selling hang tickets, which is about how hard it is to get tickets. After the ticket is sold, the station tickets are sold, the station tickets are sold, the squat tickets are sold, the squat tickets are sold, the squat tickets are sold, and the squat tickets are sold, and the squat tickets are sold on the electric fan are sold. This is just a funny exaggerated joke, but Fang Wenqi saw some of the style described in the jokes at this performance tonight.

He was very pleased, at least it proved that traditional crosstalk was not dead. It was still very popular among the people and was accepted by the people. This point is very important because it proved that his stubbornness over the past few decades was completely correct, and it was not him who was wrong.

When we entered the backstage, everyone was busy. There was no Peking Opera class tonight, mainly the performances of Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong, and Yang San was just helping.

Fang Wenqi saw He Xiangdong sitting in the corner in a depressed manner. Today, he was like this when he came back from Zhang Kuoru's house. When he walked to the child, Fang Wenqi did not think it was dirty. She sat down on the ground and asked, "Dongzi, what did Mr. Zhang say?"

He Xiangdong shook his head and said softly: "He said he knew."

Fang Wenqi also sighed silently. This matter is indeed a bit sorry for Mr. Zhang. He had not taught much things in a few months and was about to take the person away before he could teach him. It was somewhat inappropriate.

However, Fang Wenqi did not mean to leave He Xiangdong to Zhang Kuoru for care. In his eyes, He Xiangdong was no different from his own son. He recognized someone as his godfather, learned more skills, and had more backers. However, even giving his son custody to others, that would definitely not work, so he could only let Mr. Zhang down.

Zhang Kuoru also knew this, so he was so depressed that he had nothing to say.

Yang San also came over and said, "There are a lot of people coming tonight. Can we just rely on the three of us to hold on?"

Fang Wenqi smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Even if the audience praises us so much, it is worth it even if they die of exhaustion on stage. If I really say that I die on stage, how many people might envy me."

"Well said it." A cheerful voice came from the door: "How can you, Fang Wenqi, be more beautiful than before, haha"

Everyone in the room looked at the door.

The three people who came in were all old men with extraordinary temperament. Although they were a little older, they were very energetic and did not look old.

"Oh, why is Wenqi sitting on the ground?"

"Can you be ready to sing Sinabo?"

"Shu Laibao has to sing on his knees, this is not professional."

The three of them joked with Fang Wenqi when they entered the door.

Fang Wenqi was not angry at all, and his surprise turned into a surprise. He stood up and said in surprise: "Third Master? Baofeng, Baohua? Why are you here?"

Mr. Chang said, "I can't persuade you anyway. What can I do? My two younger brothers are in Tianjin, so I called them to see your performance tonight. As a result, look, hey, you only three of you want to have a special crosstalk show?"

Fang Wenqi smiled awkwardly and said, "You're laughing."

Mr. Chang laughed and scolded: "You are so polite to me. Let me tell you the truth. The three of us Chang's family are here to cheer for you, so we said we are welcome or not."

Fang Wenqi immediately said in surprise: "Of course we welcome it. Let's start talking about crosstalk before liberation? How many years have passed?"

Mr. Chang also sighed: "Yes, we were all ignorant children at that time, but now we are all old men."

Fang Wenqi smiled and then asked, "You guys come here to say crosstalk, there will be no problem in your group, right?"

Mr. Chang waved his hand and said, "Do you care about them? If you have the ability to give me a punishment, I'm about to retire, what am I afraid of? Anyway, I have to make me full of my appetite today. Now I can't say that I can't say that I'm almost suffocating. I'll be suffocating tonight. We'll have to sing traditional crosstalk tonight. We must sing ten notes at the beginning. In the past, we sang this at the crosstalk performances, but now no one sang it. We must sing tonight."

Fang Wenqi said laughing and crying: "Third Master, I thought you came to cheer me up. It turns out that you are here to come and have a lot of fun."

"My third brother is like this. If you don't let him lose his appetite, he won't leave today." The fourth elder of the Chang family said the same.

Fang Wenqi agreed very readily: "So, since we are all old brothers, let's have a good traditional crosstalk tonight, and let's work together again."

Everyone laughed heartily.

Mr. Chang waved to He Xiangdong, and He Xiangdong quickly ran over and shouted: "Hello Grandpa Chang."

Mr. Chang touched He Xiangdong's little head and introduced to the two younger brothers beside him: "This child is He Xiangdong who I have talked to you. Although this child is only nine years old, he is already very good at crosstalk, especially his singing skills, which are so amazing, much better than me. I think he is not inferior to our elder brother when he was a child."

Baofeng and Baohua also had a bright look in front of him, looking at He Xiangdong in surprise. The child and the others had heard from the third brother that they had said it was amazing and they finally saw someone today.

He Xiangdong was also quite smart, bowed to the two of them and shouted: "Hello, Grandpa Chang."

"Okay, okay." The two gentlemen Chang agreed quickly, took He Xiangdong's little hand and started asking around, and insisted that He Xiangdong sing a verse for them, which made He Xiangdong a little at a loss.

In the end, Mr. Chang said something, and then several people stopped and began to discuss what to perform later, including simple and versatile activities, order of appearance, etc.

Soon, we will be out.

Everyone also changed into traditional Chinese gowns and waited at the opening door. The musicians of the Peking Opera troupe were also ready with instruments such as gongs, drums, and sanxian.

The sound of gongs and drums sounded, and the crosstalk actors appeared. Considering the seniority and the leading actors, the order of appearances was not arranged this time. There were only six actors, all of them got up and went out.

Fang Wenqi stood in the funny role, and He Xiangdong stood in the supporting role. Because tonight was the farewell performance of the two of them, they naturally starred without any controversy.

The two of them appeared, and the scene suddenly overturned the sky, and they shouted loudly and applauded. Looking around, they were filled with encouraging palms, and their red faces and thick necks were still applauding their heads. The scene was extremely spectacular.
Chapter completed!