After leaving the noodle shop gate, the showers passed and the sun shone again. It was not hot anymore. It was warm and water vapor was steaming on the ground. Take a deep breath, and even the lungs were soaked with moisture, which made me feel very comfortable.

He Xiangdong opened his arms, bathed in the golden sunshine after the rain, closed his eyes and took deep breaths with pleasure, sighing: "What a great sunshine."

Xue Guo looked at He Xiangdong with a strange look and asked, "It's so enjoyable in the sky and the ground is wet?"

He Xiangdong didn't even open his eyes and said, "You don't understand."

Xue Guoyi's face was unclear, so she rolled her eyes helplessly.

He Xiangdong also stopped bathing in the sun. He stood up and looked at Xue Guo, feeling a little moved. It was the experience of this performance in the small noodle restaurant that made him more convinced that crosstalk was not dead. It was not that it lived in a small town and town, but that it still had a very market in such a big city.

But he couldn't say this. He looked at Xue Guo, smiled slightly, and asked, "What are your plans next?"

Xue Guo smiled: "What else can you plan? Just keep it like this. If you have the opportunity to perform, I will act. When you have time, you will go to the film and television dramas to make a series of scenes. It is not easy to say crosstalk now, especially for us young people, who have no fame and no backstage. Oh, that's it."

He Xiangdong smiled and did not answer.

Xue Guo asked, "What about you, what are your plans?"

He Xiangdong said: "What else can I do? Say crosstalk? I don't have any other skills. Let's talk in Beijing and find a theater or teahouse to say crosstalk."

Xue Guo said: "Crossing is in a downturn now. We professional troupes can't make it. You are not even more miserable among the people. As far as I know, there seems to be no such venue in Beijing. Is there a crosstalk?"

He Xiangdong smiled self-deprecatingly: "There is always a place to speak crosstalk. As for whether it is hard or not, it is nothing. I have been here for so many years and have suffered a lot. Could it be that I am still afraid that I am so little now?"

Xue Guo looked at He Xiangdong's eyes deeply and showed a complicated smile. He sighed and said, "Oh, to be honest, you are a big horn material, but unfortunately you were born at the wrong time. To put it bluntly, crosstalk is already half dead, and we are not optimistic about its prospects."

He Xiangdong did not think too much, but instead smiled relievedly and said, "I believe that crosstalk is not dead, it is just a temporary trough, I believe it will get better." He paused slightly, showed a firm and desolate expression, and said slowly, "If crosstalk dies, then I will guard its grave."

Xue Guo was shocked and looked at He Xiangdong in shock to guard the grave for crosstalk. How much love does he love crosstalk to say such words?

He Xiangdong looked at Xue Guo and said, "Okay, let's part here. It's so satisfying to talk crosstalk with you. See you if you are destined to be there, goodbye."

After saying that, He Xiangdong didn't wait for Xue Guo to answer, and he left freely. Finding a partner in crosstalk is more difficult than finding a wife. Life is for gaining money, but art is not. It is said that three-point funny and seven-point cheerfulness. Without a good supporting actor, the crosstalk effect cannot be produced at all, let alone a famous actor. The popularity of funny actors stands on the shoulders of supporting actors.

Although he and Xue Guo only talked about crosstalk and were in the small noodle restaurant of Yi's family, he knew that this person was very worthy of him, just like he fell in love at the sight. It was a pity that he was in the railway art troupe and ate public meals, but he didn't even find a place to take a foot. The future was bleak, and he didn't know where to eat the next meal, so why did he have the nerve to speak and he could only leave first.

Alas, it's a pity.

Xue Guo looked at He Xiangdong's departure back, and there was a lot of admiration in his eyes. After talking about crosstalk for so many years, today's event was the most enjoyable one he said. He took out another cigarette, lit it, and only smoked it. He shouted loudly with his mouth emitting white smoke: "I have a chance to drink."

He Xiangdong didn't turn around, but raised his right hand and waved it hard a few times.

Xue Guo smashed the cigarette that had only smoked into the puddle on the road, stepped on it, and then left angrily.

It was already evening when he returned to the house he rented in Daxing. As soon as he opened the door, he was stunned. A pretty girl was sitting on his bed, looking at him with her eyes slanted.

It's not someone else, it's Tian Jiani.

Tian Jiani dresses very simply, without makeup, always with plain face, but her skin is so good. She wore a white shirt on the upper body and black pants on the lower body. She looked very energetic and capable, and she might have just come back from somewhere to have a meeting.

He Xiangdong's face immediately became embarrassed.

Tian Jiani looked at He Xiangdong and said angrily: "You hide again? You have been looking for you several times but no one has been seen. Where did you die?"

He Xiangdong said awkwardly: "I didn't hide either. Maybe it was a coincidence that I didn't meet it. Also, how did you come in?"

Tian Jiani wrinkled her delicate little nose and spoke very urgedly: "Do you care how I came in?"

She was angry when she said this. She knew that He Xiangdong was hiding from her and would definitely not respond when she was at home. If she saw her coming when she was going home outside, this person would definitely be hiding far from coming in.

So she planned to come into the room and wait for the rabbit, but she and the landlord insisted that they would not open the door for her and would not let her in. She was forced to no avail. She remembered the jokes she had when she was a child, and she told the landlord that she was He Xiangdong's child bride.

Who knew that the landlord had opened the door for her very happily, and even told her that he had already seen that she was from the countryside and that she was rustic. The landlord also planted vegetables next to her home, and even discussed the issue of growing vegetables and fertilizing with her. Tian Jiani was so angry that she almost killed the dead old man.

Facing Tian Jiani's anger, He Xiangdong just smiled awkwardly. He was indeed hiding from Tian Jiani. There is a saying that when you are down and out, home is the eternal harbor. But for a man with good face, this is simply a nonsense that can no longer be said.

When you are down and out, you will never want to go home, and you will not want the people you are close to know about your situation. Or you will deceive them. What you can't deceive can only avoid it. This is not a matter of inferiority, but a dissatisfaction or sympathetic look.

"Ni'er, you drink water." He Xiangdong began to entertain guests: "Oh, by the way, I don't have boiling water here, I'll go and boil some."

"Forget it, stop busy." Tian Jiani called He Xiangdong and asked, "You said that even if you are not talking crosstalk on the TV station, why are you hiding from us?"

"Hehe." He Xiangdong smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to answer.

Tian Jiani frowned, helpless, and said angrily: "You often say that your master is stubborn. I think you are stubborn than him and have better face."

"Hehe." He Xiangdong continued to smile awkwardly.

Tian Jiani looked at He Xiangdong's appearance. Even if this person was so awkward, she couldn't hold back her face. She smiled, then reacted, stretched her face again, and said, "I came because someone wanted to see you."

"Ah? Who?" He Xiangdong asked.
Chapter completed!