The man Fan Wenquan said was named Zhang Wenhai. Mr. Zhang, an old Beijinger, who is over 60 years old and is idle at home after retirement. He Xiangdongdi felt like he was wilted when he saw this person. He was thin and tall, with a pair of old-fashioned glasses on his nose. He looked very gentle and elegant, but the sound and appearance of his mouth were wilted.

The three of them sat at Zhang Wenhai's house. They were treated by Mr. Zhang's daughter. Zhang Wenhai sat on the sand with old-fashioned glasses and asked, "Old Fan, why are you free to see me today?"

Fan Wenquan is also a regular visitor to the Zhang family. However, he was not seen outside. When he arrived at someone's house, he started taking off his shoes, putting his feet on the sand, picking up a teacup and drinking it.

Zhang Wenhai rolled his eyes. He had long been used to his old friend's virtues and didn't care much. He just stayed at He Xiangdong for a few more seconds.

Fan Wenquan put down the teacup and said to Zhang Wenhai: "Didn't you say you're idle at home after retirement? You want to do more for crosstalk while you can still move. I won't bring you people to know you."

It was his turn to speak, and He Xiangdong said to Zhang Wenhai: "Hello, Mr. Zhang, my name is He Xiangdong, a folk crosstalk artist."

Fan Wenquan added: "This is the closed disciple that my senior brother has taken in."

"Oh?" Zhang Wenhai looked at He Xiangdong in surprise and asked again: "Are you Fang Wenqi's disciple?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "I will never abandon my mentor and I will learn skills from my mentor for many years."

Fan Wenquan added: "This child is an orphan. He was abducted by human traffickers since he was a child. Later, my senior brother saved him, and then he followed my senior brother to perform everywhere, and then he has been there until now."

Zhang Wenhai nodded and asked again: "Did you learn art since elementary school?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "Fight to elementary school."

Zhang Wenhai continued to ask, "What can I order?"

He Xiangdong was just stunned. What could he do? How should he answer this?

Fan Wenquan said: "When this kid was a child, he had a good life, a high-quality boy voice, and his mouth was also very good, and his basic skills were very solid. Hey, I remember you also know how to vent your skills, right?"

He Xiangdong said: "I can do it more, and my master has taught me a lot."

Zhang Wenhai smiled: "Wow, I'm not a little bit, I can do it. I have four subjects of crosstalk, I'm talking about learning to sing, and if I say it's detailed, there are twelve subjects, and you can do it."

He Xiangdong was also laughing, looking at Zhang Wenhai's eyes, and said, "I can do it."

Zhang Wenhai raised his eyebrows and his eyes lit up slightly. He said, "Good boy, he is not young at a young age. OK, do you give us all these twelve doors back to see?"

Fan Wenquan also advised: "Dongzi, these are all their own family, so I dare not talk nonsense. Some of these twelve subjects are about to be lost. You are so embarrassed that you can't do it."

He Xiangdong looked at Fan Wenquan in surprise. Is this persuading him? It was clearly pushing him to the corner. He said helplessly: "Uncle Master, no wonder my master said you are unethical?"

Fan Wenquan deliberately pulled down his face and scolded, "Go, what's this called?" Then, after two seconds, he couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Wenhai was also encouraging him: "Come on, man, don't be cowardly?"

He Xiangdong glanced at the two unscrupulous old men, and did not argue with them. He said directly: "Twelve homeworks, I will be the final poem first. I can't come if I haven't woken up."

Zhang Wenhai said: "I have it, I have it, I have it, what's wrong with me?" As he said that, he stood up and went to find his awakening wood. Now He Xiangdong saw it real. The old man had a high shoulder and a low shoulder, and he didn't know how to do it.

Soon, Zhang Wenhai took Fang Xiaoxingmu and gave it to He Xiangdong. He Xiangdong had a few fingers, and the momentum on his body changed. He had learned storytelling for a while with Zhang Kuoru, and Zhang Kuoru was teaching him to use Xingmu for a long time and practiced it for more than ten thousand times.

He Xiangdong held Xingmu and smiled slightly, saying, "But there have been days when I haven't used this thing."

Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan did not answer either. They looked at He Xiangdong without blinking. The layman was watching the excitement and the insiders were watching the tricks, but looking at He Xiangdong's attitude towards Xingmu, you know that this person's skill is not shallow.

Without further ado, He Xiangdong opened his mouth and talked about the final poem, which belongs to the final poem in stand-up crosstalk: "Looking from a distance, looking fluttering, and looking fluttering. It's not a gourd or a ladle, it's rushing in the water."

The final poems in crosstalk are different from other poems. They do not require neat sentences and meaningfulness. Most final poems have small bags. Speaking of the movies behind the scenes, the audience laughs and catches the person.

But the difficulty of finalizing the poem is that it is still in the form of poetry. The baggage inside is not too funny, and it is usually said in stand-up comedy, and there is no supporting actor. If you want to make the baggage sound, it depends on your ability.

Undoubtedly, He Xiangdong has the ability: "Some people say it's fish belly, some people say it's urine bubbles. The two bet on the riverside and saw that it was a monk taking a bath."

The sound of awakening wood sounds, and the final poem ends. A few words will be left in the final poem in the pass, and then the few words will be added after the photo shoot. The northeastern part outside the pass is to finish the final poem before the awakening wood is shot. There is a difference.

The burden was shaken, Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan had eaten and seen it. They had been talking about crosstalk for most of their lives, but they didn't laugh, but they also showed a smiley expression, which was very interesting.

He Xiangdong asked, "How am I doing?"

Zhang Wenhai said calmly: "It's okay."

Fan Wenquan asked, "Did you teach you how to awaken the wood by Mr. Zhang Kuoru?" He heard Lin Zhengjun talk about He Xiangdong's apprentice to Zhang Kuoru, so he asked this question.

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "It was taught by my storyteller master."

Fan Wenquan also nodded.

Zhang Wenhai didn't care so much. He became more and more interested in the boy in front of him and urged: "Hurry up, stop talking. You have only used the twelve homework. Quick."

This old man is still a slut, and He Xiangdong also smiled. He knew that the uncle recommended this old man to him was definitely intentional, so he did not hide his ability. Instead, he showed it to his heart's content: "If you want to know the singing skills of the twelve sects, you must know the lyrics of Liu'er and Taiping, I will first come to Liu'er. The word "Fu" is a "Hi Chongchong"

He sang the four joys in the Ten Buxuan, without the music of the gong and cymbals, and He Xiangdong pressed his finger on his eyes.

His voice really shocked the two old men. Zhang Wenhai himself was not good at singing, but he could listen and taste it. After listening to the first sentence, he grew up in surprise, and his eyes showed an unconcealed stunning look.

Fan Wenquan heard this child sing more than ten years ago, and it was already very impressive at that time. In the past ten years, the child has grown to this point. This is simply incredible. His singing skills are simply amazing.

They didn't know how much sin He Xiangdong suffered in his throat over the years? He just made a bitter tears when he mentioned it. It can only be said that anyone's success did not come from accidents.

He Xiangdong's most outstanding person is Liu Huoer. It can be said that his singing skills are no less than anyone in the crosstalk world. Even in the opera world, the drum music world, he can also be ranked first, which is really rare for him at this age.

In the past ten years, he and his master have also asked many artists about art, and he knows more than that.
Chapter completed!