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One hundred and twelfth encounter

He Xiangdong finally embarked on a trip with Fang Wenqi. On the day he left, everyone went to the station to see them off, but Zhou Qingqing did not come. Until he drove, He Xiangdong did not wait for her figure. In the end, he only showed a lonely and relaxed smile.

The 90s was the era of construction nationwide. The old buildings in towns were pushed to the point, and the monster of modern cities gradually eroded the old memories and culture, making all cities become thousands of cities with no characteristics.

Even the suburbs of Tianjin where He Xiangdong was first staying. Their father and father set foot on this land again after more than ten years, but they were so confused that they didn't know where to put their feet. They were all so strange.

The yellow mud roads on the ground were gone, but were replaced by black asphalt roads. The low and messy houses were pushed and replaced with neat and majestic buildings.

The farmyard where He Xiangdong and Fang Wenqi once lived was also disappeared. A big road drove past. He Xiangdong and his master looked at each other and smiled bitterly. It seemed that the memories of the past could only be missed in their hearts.

Suburbs are their first station. He Xiangdong's most important idea is to meet the fat man of that year. After all, he hasn't seen him for ten years, and I don't know how he lived. Unfortunately, after inquiring, he found out that Shi Laosan's family moved to Tianjin after the old lady passed away. It's been several years, and I don't know after that.

He Xiangdong was a little disappointed, but he didn't meet an old friend when he came to the suburbs. He did not continue to inquire about the whereabouts of Shi Laosan's family. What he met was fate, and if he didn't meet, it was fate.

The trip to the suburbs was very unsuccessful. In the afternoon of that day, the two of them took the bus to Tianjin City without resting. The master and apprentice were eager to go to the Liancheng Club to see if those old brothers are okay and how are they okay to watch crosstalk?

It was late in the evening, and the two of them didn't even find a place to stay, so they rushed to Liancheng Club. There was a big hotel with ten floors, which was very luxurious.

Both of them were a little lost.

Fang Wenqi murmured: "Isn't even the city here?"

He Xiangdong didn't know how to answer. Their most glorious past in the past ten years was undoubtedly in Liancheng Club. The small theater with extra seats and people coming to Yi'oo were filled with about 300 people. The aisles were full of people, so dense that people couldn't even go out to the toilet. That glorious scene is still fascinating to think about it now.

Crosstalk has been getting worse and worse in recent years. He Xiangdong knew that Liancheng Club was the last place in his heart. When he came back this time, he mainly wanted to see if the crosstalk in this place was okay? If even this place collapsed, he was really afraid that the master would not be able to hold on.

He Xiangdong could only comfort him: "Maybe he just moved the place."

Fang Wenqi's eyes rekindled hope. He walked to the hotel doorstep. There was a hotel doorman standing at the door. He asked: "Young man, let me ask, this was a folk art club in the past, but they were crosstalk. Have they moved away?"

The boy thought for a while and asked, "Are you talking about Liancheng Folk Art Club?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Fang Wenqi said hurriedly.

The doorman said, "I know this. There are people who say crosstalk in it. I have heard of it. There is an old man named Yang San, who often speaks stand-alone."

Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong couldn't help but be overjoyed and finally heard the old man's name.

"What happened later?" Fang Wenqi asked again.

The doorman continued to answer: "It was probably almost five years ago, and the club was closed. Later, our boss bought the land and built a hotel."

Fang Wenqi asked excitedly: "It's Guan Zhang? Why is it Guan Zhang? What about the people inside, Yang San, Bai Fengshan, and Lin Zhengjun, and these people?"

The doorman shook his head and said, "I don't know either, nor do I know them."

Fang Wenqi walked out in a daze, and He Xiangdong also sighed silently and stayed with his master. He said, "We have been away for so many years and many situations are not clear. We should hurry up and find Uncle Yang San, as well as Uncle Lin and others."

Fang Wenqi seemed to have never heard of it. He walked in a daze. As soon as he crossed the road, he suddenly stopped, turned around, stared at He Xiangdong, and asked, "Is crosstalk dead?"

He Xiangdong didn't know how to answer, so he could only subconsciously dodge his master's eyes.

Just when He Xiangdong was a little at a loss, a trembling voice sounded: "Brother Fang, is it you?"

Fang Wenqi looked back and saw an old man running towards him. His pupils gradually shrank and he shouted in certainty: "Bai Qiang? Are you Bai Qiang?"

"It's me, Brother Fang, it's really you." Bai Qiang is more energetic than what he saw on TV. He is already in his sixties, and his pace is still very steady and his spirit is very refreshing.

A pretty woman following behind Bai Qiang was staring at He Xiangdong with big eyes, and she wanted to step forward, but she was a little confused.

He Xiangdong also looked at her, and a bitter smell appeared on the corner of his mouth. It was Tian Jiani. Tian Jiani, who had not seen him for more than ten years, appeared in front of him instantly, which made him feel a little suffocated.

Tian Jiani asked tentatively: "Is it you, Dongzi?"

He Xiangdong smiled slightly: "It's me, Ni'er."

The encounter between the two is very simple, not as bizarre as written. It is like an old friend who has not seen each other for many years suddenly meets and asks "Hey, is it you?", "Oh, it's me."

It's extremely simple, but the mood is very different.

It was already dinner order. The four people who had not met for many years had eaten in this hotel where the Liancheng Club was originally, and they were having a good conversation.

At the dinner table, Fang Wenqi and He Xiangdong were a little restrained, while Tian Jiani was as active as her age, completely devoid of the timid look she was when she was young, and now she is very outgoing.

She smiled so hard that her eyebrows were bent and she said, "Mr. Fang, you haven't seen you for so many years. You look older than before. Now you are still strong, right?"

Fang Wenqi smiled and said, "It's better to be successful. People don't have the ability to be old, but they are not as good as before."

Bai Qiang also said, "If Nier hadn't reminded me before, I wouldn't have recognized you anymore. You are older faster. Alas, you have suffered a lot."

Fang Wenqi just smiled and waved his hand.

Tian Jiani looked at He Xiangdong again. She hadn't contacted her for so many years, but she looked a little unfamiliar: "Hey, Dongzi, why haven't you written me for so many years? Have you forgotten me?"

He Xiangdong lowered his head and smiled: "That's not the case. It's just that I've been running around over the years and I have no accurate position, so I didn't write it."

Tian Jiani seemed a little dissatisfied, frowned and glared at him, and then asked, "Then have you been talking crosstalk all these years?"

He Xiangdong was a little embarrassed and said, "Yes, I just talked crosstalk everywhere, I can't compare with you. You have held more than 20 personal drum shows. Now you must use diamond-inlaid gold toilets when you go to the toilet."

Tian Jiani covered her mouth and smiled, saying, "You are still so funny. Do you think you can make money by holding a special event? I'm always going to pay compensation. I'm thankful that if I don't pay compensation."

"Ah?" He Xiangdong was stunned.
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