It is not an outsider to see He Xiangdong, but his uncle Fan Wenquan. Fan Wenquan is now retired and is also an old man in his sixties. However, he is much lucky like Wenqi, and has lived a safe life for decades.

Although I am old now, I am very energetic. My head is black, with only a few whites mixed in. My face is very rosy and my complexion is very good, and I don’t look old.

He Xiangdong visited Fan Wenquan the next day. After all, he was an elder of his master. It was a bit unreasonable to know that his address was not available. Before he came, he even bought some gifts and took them there.

As soon as he entered the door, Fan Wenquan came up and looked at He Xiangdong and said excitedly: "You are Dongzi. I haven't seen you for many years. You have grown so old, and I can't recognize you."

He Xiangdong also said: "Yes, it has been twelve years since we parted in Tianjin. Uncle Master is still so energetic."

Fan Wenquan was also very moved, and remembered the clever little devil back then. Now that he was so angry that he became an adult. He hurriedly said, "Come on, come in quickly."

Fan Wenquan called He Xiangdong in and asked them to sit down. However, he did not politely take He Xiangdong's gift and put it next to him, and then he asked his wife to pour tea for He Xiangdong and the others.

After three cups of tea were arranged, Fan Wenquan's wife went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, and there were only three people left in the living room.

Fan Wenquan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and asked, "Dongzi, how are you doing these years?"

He Xiangdong smiled: "It's pretty good."

Fan Wenquan also smiled, looked at He Xiangdong and sighed slightly, saying, "What's so good? I don't know you yet. If you say it's nice, you will be selling your skills everywhere. If you're ugly, you will be wandering everywhere. I don't know the hardships here."

He Xiangdong was just laughing.

"What? Are you very hard to sell your skills?" Tian Jiani asked in confusion. Her impression was still in their brilliant time in Tianjin. It would be better if they had this ability even if they went elsewhere.

He Xiangdong said nothing, "It's nothing, it's all about selling skills. Of course, there are bitter and sweet things. There are also the most difficult times. At that time, my master and I didn't eat for three days and were almost starving to death on the street. Hi, it's all over, it's nothing."

Hearing He Xiangdong's free and easy words, Tian Jiani couldn't help but feel ache in her heart. How much hardship has this man two years younger than her suffered over the years?

Fan Wenquan also sighed and said, "It's really hard for you. It's still a child who has not grown up who has suffered so much with my senior brother."

He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled, not caring.

Fan Wenquan thought for a while and said, "I have heard about your master's affairs, alas, I am really becoming more and more stubborn as I get older."

He Xiangdong nodded with a wry smile.

Fan Wenquan shook his head helplessly. His senior brother's temperament has not changed in recent years. Sometimes he is so angry that he wants to kick him, but the old man has no treatment.

After a pause, He Xiangdong asked, "How are my senior brother Guo Qing doing? I haven't seen him today."

Fan Wenquan said: "I went to film with the crew and I had to spend some days before I came back."

"Oh." He Xiangdong responded, and was in a different situation with Xue Guo I met yesterday. It is not easy to get along with professional groups now. They have to try their best to get more income, otherwise they will not be able to survive.

Then they fell into silence again. Although Fan Wenquan was He Xiangdong's relatives and uncle and was in this relationship, they only met each other twice. It was more than ten years ago. If you want to say that it is very interesting to talk about now, it would be nonsense.

After a while, Fan Wenquan asked, "Dongzi, do you have any plans to come to Beijing this time?"

He Xiangdong said: "Come to Beijing to tell crosstalk. This is the source of crosstalk and the political and cultural center of our country. Tens of millions of people live here. I think this should be a place where you can say crosstalk well. I am willing to say it here, hoping that crosstalk can get better here."

Fan Wenquan also heard a lot about He Xiangdong from Bai Qiang. Now he heard He Xiangdong talking in person. His eyes were slightly bright, and he asked with some uncertainty and excitement: "Do you want to revive crosstalk?"

He Xiangdong shook his head and said, "I'm not that big. I'm just an ordinary little artist. I don't have that big ability. I love crosstalk, and I can also speak crosstalk. I just want to speak crosstalk well."

Fan Wenquan was a little silent. He frowned and thought for a long time. The wrinkles on his face were almost twisted. He Xiangdong was very calm, drinking tea without panic, and not talking, or disturbing Fan Wenquan's thinking.

After a long time, Fan Wenquan looked at He Xiangdong and said seriously: "I have an old friend, I think you should go and meet him?"

"Ah?" He Xiangdong was slightly stunned.

The lunch was eaten at Fan Wenquan's house. It was a few simple home-cooked dishes, but the taste was very good. Fan Wenquan's old wife's skills were great.

He Xiangdong was not polite, and even cooked three bowls of rice. He had been in Beijing for a few months and had not eaten anything decent. He had no income. He usually paid for it. Now he finally saw the meat and he ignored it.

When Fan Wenquan saw He Xiangdong's good appetite, he laughed and asked He Xiangdong to eat more. Fan Wenquan's wife was also very happy, thinking that this was the greatest affirmation of her cooking skills, and hurriedly picked up food for He Xiangdong.

Tian Jiani was also amused and laughed. This guy has been greedy since he was a child. When he was a child, he would sneak up to someone else's birthday party to perform in order to eat meat. Later, he cheated the chickens from Dashitou's family. This kind of eating life-like nature has not changed when he grew up.

He Xiangdong didn't care about so much. He was a person who regarded meat as his life. He hadn't seen meat for a few months, and now he still cared about so much. If you want to eat, he hasn't had fun in the past few years. In the years when the warehouse was down, his master never gave him a piece of meat to protect his throat. He bought a fish when he was so hungry that he had to steam it.

It was not until he became an adult that his throat was almost ripe, and his master asked him to eat a little bit of meat, but he could not eat too much. Sometimes, he would cut a little bit of meat for him to hold it when he went to bed at night, pulling out the lung fire, and the next day the pear was black.

Without so many years of careful care, He Xiangdong's precious voice could not be achieved.

After dinner, Tian Jiani left alone if she had something to do. Fan Wenquan took He Xiangdong to find the person he mentioned, and the two of them also took the bus there.

On the way, He Xiangdong was still asking: "Uncle Master, who are you going to take me to meet?"

Fan Wenquan showed a strange smile and said, "This person is also a crosstalk, but he is a strange person in our industry. He was admitted to university when he was 19 years old. That was in the 1950s. The college students in that year were amazing, but no one expected that this person would not go to college, but instead went to the class of the Quyi Troupe to learn crosstalk. At that time, it was a strange talk."

"Later, he didn't study hard in the class and started dating. At that time, the group was not allowed to fall in love, so the leader wanted to fire him. At that time, the leader of the group talked to him and told him to admit his mistake and let him go back. However, this person was as stubborn as your master, and actually scolded the leader. Later, he opened it and smashed his iron rice bowl."
Chapter completed!