The four audience members were naturally very happy to watch this afternoon performance, and the laughter never stopped. They performed for two and a half hours, and they didn't stop until 5:30.

The four viewers also walked out with satisfaction, and did not say that they wanted to refund the ticket. But the three of them were very tired and earned 20 yuan in the afternoon. The rent here for every day was 200 yuan, and the income was only so small. He Xiangdong began to worry about the rent for the next month.

I used this 20 yuan ticket to ask for three kilograms of fried cakes and added eggs. He Xiangdong also told Fan Wenquan that at least he was not a "poor stew", but he also added eggs. The few people laughed, which was a pleasure in suffering.

That night, only three people came to listen to crosstalk. No matter how many people there are, they should perform. The ticket price for this day is 35 yuan. I looked at the electric meter and used Xiao 20 kilometers of electricity this day. He felt sorry for He Xiangdong to talk about Luoyahuazi.

Not to mention paying rent, I can't even eat enough. No one in the past said that he wanted to come and listen to crosstalk. He Xiangdong asked himself whether his level was bad, but why didn't anyone come in?

Time and fate are like the old saying goes, no opportunity and talent are equal to dog shit!

At 9 o'clock in the evening, the performance ended. Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai took a bicycle home. He Xiangdong got his broken bicycle that rang home except for the bell.

From the Third Ring Road to Daxing, he rode for three hours. It was already past twelve o'clock when he got home. He didn't care about washing up and rolled onto the bed with his exhausted body. He didn't care whether it was dirty or not.

He's very tired

These days, it is really hard to get involved in folk crosstalk clubs. The garden has been opened for some time, and there are very few people coming to listen to crosstalk. The three of them do not have a good financial mind, just want to make money by relying on their own abilities.

In most cases, there are no one in the morning. In the afternoon, there are occasionally a few people who are idle and will come to listen to crosstalk. At night, I get a little better, and I can have seven or eight, and when I get a little better, I can have about ten, but I still don’t earn the rent. Fortunately, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai don’t want to pay for it, otherwise I really don’t even have to eat.

Not to mention that he has been riding dozens of kilometers a day during this period, and he has not eaten well, He Xiangdong, who was a little fat, has lost a lot of weight.

When business in the theater is good, there will be twenty or thirty people coming to listen to crosstalk on a day. If it catches bad weather such as strong winds and rains, it may be gone.

On yio, there was heavy rain in Beijing on 27th.

The block at the entrance of the theater was a little sunk. It was raining like a small puddle. The heavy rain was very heavy, and it was crackling on the ground. There were no pedestrians on the street, and there were vehicles with closed doors and windows coming and going.

Fan Wenquan looked outside and said, "Okay, the weather forecast says the rain will be in the middle of the night, and today's day is wasted."

Zhang Wenhai also said: "I think we'd better go back early. The rain is too heavy. No one will come to listen to crosstalk today."

Fan Wenquan nodded with a wry smile and said, "Oh, why are we here like we used to be, the wind is reduced by half and the rain is completely over."

Zhang Wenhai sighed, and there was a lot of vicissitudes on his thin face. He sighed: "There are more audiences than us. We are just guarding the grave for crosstalk. This is the daily life of a grave guardian."

After saying this, the three of them were silent. The atmosphere was solemn that they could crush people to death. Only those who had truly experienced it knew this unspeakable feeling. They were obviously people with great abilities, but due to reality, they could not even make money for their meals.

He Xiangdong's eyes were covered with blood. He looked at the two old men and his voice was a little hoarse: "You two elders, let's go back first, it's not convenient to rain so heavily."

After a little silence, Fan Wenquan and Zhang Wenhai sighed silently, took an umbrella and went out, and took the bus home.

He Xiangdong sat alone in the theater, the lights were not on, and it was raining heavily outside, and his heart was very cold. As night fell, He Xiangdong's lonely figure was printed on the window glass.

Late at night, the rain finally stopped. He Xiangdong stood up and sighed. He saw a pack of cigarettes on the table, which was left by Fan Wenquan. In order to protect his throat, he had never smoked cigarettes. I don’t know why he suddenly wanted to smoke now, and he felt inexplicably irritable.

Unskilledly opened the cigarette box, took out a cigarette from it, found the lighter and lit it, but he only smoked his mouth, and his tears were almost choked.

"Cough cough cough cough cough" He Xiangdong held his knee and coughed violently, tears came out, his eyes turned red, he said, "No wonder Master doesn't let me smoke, it turns out that it's so choking."

"Damn it." He Xiangdong smashed the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, then went out and pulled out the bicycle and walked forward in the mud.

When he rode straight to the piece of Guogongzhuang, the broken bicycle tire was broken. He Xiangdong got off the car and looked at it. It was pierced by a thumbtack.

"It rained all night long, and the boat was late and the wind came to the head again." He Xiangdong smiled bitterly, dragging his bicycle forward step by step.

There was water accumulation on the road. Before a while, his shoes were all wet. He creaked and creaked as he walked. It was very uncomfortable. I don’t know how long he had been walking. He Xiangdong was tripped and the accumulated emotions suddenly burst out. He picked up his bicycle with both hands and smashed it on the ground.

yi, two, three, yi until exhausted.

He Xiangdong sat dejectedly on the ground, full of bitterness. He looked up and saw the starry sky washing after the rain, and the stars shining brightly. In the distance, you can still see the lights of thousands of families in Beijing, prosperous all night long. On this desolate path, he is the only one in the lonely darkness.

"Hahaha" He Xiangdong smiled desolately: "The sky is big, but the earth is big, but I don't have a place to stay. I can speak crosstalk, and what I fucking said is better than anyone else."

In the last sentence, He Xiangdong roared and shouted. At this moment, his heart was very desolate. He thought it might be difficult to come to Beijing, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult. Just like someone's poem describes, "The tourist who floated in Yanjing for several years, looked at his hometown and was not glorious. He was suffering and found a shore of compassion, and the poor cave buried a great hero."

He Xiangdong sat on the muddy road for a long time, and I don’t know when it was. The cold wind in the second half of the night made him feel a biting chill. He shivered hard before awakening from the chaos.

Looking at the bicycle lying on the ground, I smiled bitterly, sighed and helped up the bicycle. No matter how difficult it was, life still had to be lived.

The manic and out-of-control state of mind comes quickly and goes quickly.

He Xiangdong didn't know how he got home or how far he had walked. He just remembered that he walked straight away, and after getting home, he took off his clothes and went to bed.

Then I became unconscious and felt dizzy the next day. I was so angry that I was so tired that I couldn't wake up, and my throat was so thirsty that I kept smoking.
Chapter completed!