The ancients once said that things are not satisfactory, but there are no ones who talk to others. He Xiangdong never told Zhou Qingqing about the reasons why he was in a bad mood today, nor about his past.

Zhou Qingqing is also a very smart and docile girl. He Xiangdong doesn't want to say it, and she won't ask. Since He Xiangdong finished saying this, the two fell into silence again.

He Xiangdong looked at the bright moonlight behind his head, and he was full of thoughts. Zhou Qingqing was just staring at the moonlight reflected on the pond and lake, and sometimes shook his skirt with his hands to drive away mosquitoes.

After a long time, it was already late at night.

He Xiangdong got up from the stone, rubbed his face, showed a relaxed smile, and sent Zhou Qingqing home. When he arrived at the Zhou family, he was scolded by the angry and suspicious old Zhou Yi, which made He Xiangdong very embarrassed and difficult to explain. Zhou Qingqing just covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

The next day, He Xiangdong returned to normal. He should say crosstalk and talk crosstalk, and buy groceries and cook. It is no different from before. Life does not tolerate you with any pretentiousness. If you don’t return to normal, what else can you do?

It is indeed not easy to say crosstalk these days. It can be said that the entire crosstalk market has disappeared. Basically, the word crosstalk can no longer be heard in others' mouths. What you can occasionally hear is also on the Spring Festival Gala, and no one likes to watch it.

The trough of crosstalk is the general environment. Whether it is national or folk, all crosstalk speakers are not easy to mess with. He Xiangdong is pretty good, but he can only last forty or fifty dollars a day. This is still Lao Zhou is kind and willing to share the 28-year-old with them. Other places are 55 or 50 yuan, and some even artists get a small share.

But despite this, He Xiangdong only costs a thousand yuan a month, rent, water, electricity, food and drink, and his master is not in good health and has to take medicine often. This is a considerable expense. At that time, there was no such thing as medical insurance. They all spent money on their own. Some good units may be reimbursed. Where can he go to a folk artist? So he lived a very tight life.

It's really worse now. When I worked at the Tianjin Liancheng Club in 1984, I had 200 yuan in a day, 30,000 yuan in a month, 30,000 yuan in 1984. The 30,000 yuan in 1996 is really incomparable. It's too difficult to make art these days.

When you are lucky, you can have dozens of guests. When the weather is bad, you may not be able to come. Just like today, it suddenly started to rain heavily after lunch and there was no way to leave on the street.

He Xiangdong and Wu Jin were so sad that they looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The rain came too fast and too big. It was crackling underground, and their eyes could only be released a few meters away.

Wu Jinyi clapped his hands and said helplessly: "Okay, it's a waste of the afternoon."

He Xiangdong found a stool and sat down, saying, "I can't leave anyway, let's sit for a while."

They came after lunch. Before they could prepare, the heavy rain fell. No one came, and they couldn't leave. They could only sit in the teahouse.

Wu Jin's son Wu Yang is very happy. He is on summer vacation during this period and often comes to the teahouse to play if he has something to do. The child is ten years old and looks very cute. He is very delicate and doesn't look like his father.

"Master." Wu Yang smiled and approached He Xiangdong. He liked playing with He Xiangdong very much.

He Xiangdong rubbed Wu Yang's little face and said earnestly: "How many times have you told you that you want to call him dad."

"Get out." Wu Jin cursed angrily.

He Xiangdong laughed.

Zhou Qingqing was also in the store, and she said to He Xiangdong: "Why do you always take advantage of Angkor?"

He Xiangdong smiled and turned Wu Yang's head, saying, "Look at how pretty this child looks, how could he look like Old Wu?"

Wu Jinyi had no place to exude her anger. For the first time, she saw that her child looked so beautiful, but she was not a big deal to her parents.

Wu Yang twisted his little head, broke free from He Xiangdong's hand, frowned and said unhappy: "Master, don't always touch my head, okay?"

He Xiangdong said: "You kid, I confiscated you again, why do you always call me Master?"

Wu Yang smiled and said, "Because I also want to learn crosstalk, I think you are very awesome, you know everything, so I want to be your teacher."

He Xiangdong looked at Wu Jin's eyes, Wu Jin shrugged, and there was no need to smile.

He Xiangdong looked at Wu Yang's eyes again, stared at him for a while, and then said, "If I were your father, I would slap you in the face now."

Everyone present was shocked, and Wu Yang was even more frightened.

He Xiangdong sighed and said earnestly to Wu Yangyu: "Xiao Yang, you are still young now, but after hearing what uncle said, if you have a way out, don't talk about crosstalk. Studying well is better than anything else."

Zhou Qingqing said: "Not that, there are many good crosstalk actors on TV now, all of which can be used on TV, which should be very good."

He Xiangdong looked at her but did not answer her question. Instead, he looked at Wu Jin and said, "Old Wu, I advise you to say, if there is any way, don't let your children learn the art."

Wu Jin was silent for a while and nodded with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Wu Yang lowered his head aggrievedly.

"Why?" Zhou Qingqing asked again. She was most annoying to adults interfering in children's dreams.

He Xiangdong said: "If we speak crosstalk, we will not let our children learn crosstalk again. Mr. Hou Yaowen, the third son of Master Hou Baolin, you know."

"I know, I've seen it on TV." Zhou Qingqing nodded.

He Xiangdong continued: "Hou Baolin, such a top master, he doesn't let his children learn crosstalk. When the third young master Hou went to the student class to register for crosstalk, the old Marquis almost beat him. There are also young Ma Master, who are famous masters, and the family is not allowed to learn crosstalk."

"Only those who say crosstalk are not very good. If you have to let your children learn crosstalk, you won't have this idea if you have achieved something. This is really difficult and hard. The rules of crosstalk cannot be regarded as your father. Why? Because my biological son cannot beat him. When I was a child, my master was forced to the corner of the wall, and my back was stuck. The wrong word was stuttering, and my face was swollen."

Wu Yang jumped in fear, his face a little pale. Wu Jin smiled bitterly when he saw his son like this. He learned it in the class of the Quyi Troupe, but he did not suffer such a crime, but his level was indeed not very good, and He Xiangdong supported him.

To put it bluntly, artists learn art. These abilities are all caused by beatings. Although they are very barbaric, they are really barbaric and talented. Therefore, many accomplished crosstalk actors are unwilling to let their sons learn art. It's really hard. They are all their own children. Who would be willing to let their children suffer this?

This is not the old society. Craftsmanship is just a job. If you don’t learn skills, you will have no food to eat. In this era, you can study hard and be a teacher or a doctor. It is not better than talking about crosstalk. It is difficult to learn crosstalk, and becoming famous is hundreds of times more difficult than learning skills.

He Xiangdong touched Wu Yang's little head and said, "Xiao Yang, study hard. In the future, like your sister Zhou, you will be better than anything else when you get into a university. Don't think about learning crosstalk anymore. It's hard to do this, but it's getting harder and harder now. You're really better than anything when you study."

Wu Yang lowered his head and pouted.
Chapter completed!