The old artist, who was called Lao Wang, also smiled, his face was full of pleats and his flowers were opened. He smoked a cigarette and said to He Xiangdong: "Wow, you are not old and you are talking dirty."

He Xiangdong also smiled: "Hey, I'm just a junior, how can I compare to you?"

Zhang Wenhai didn't care about He Xiangdong being involved with those old artists. He knew that He Xiangdong was good at dealing with the relationship with these folk artists. After a moment of glance, he started to wander in this small theater and got familiar with it.

The person who joked about Lao Wang in front was Han Wende, who was also an old artist with a pleated face. The crosstalk artists were not particularly good-looking. They were all relatively titty, and they became even worse when they were older. Zhang Wenhai stood among these people, and he was an absolute handsome man with a crushing appearance.

Han Wende said: "Lao Wang, look at how sensible this child is, and I will always praise you, the old senior."

Lao Wang said: "What are you going to praise? Is he going to praise me? Is he going to run me?"

Han Wende laughed and said to Lao Wang: "Old Wang, I said you have to be careful when you are old, don't be romantic. If you are going to get sick, your wife will be finished, and I will be finished too."

Lao Wang angrily exclaimed: "I haven't heard of it. Your stomach is bad."

This is the daily life of crosstalk artists. When a group of Peking Opera actors start to sing their chats in the Peking Opera singing style, they sing and play. It is both chatting and practicing martial arts, which is very interesting.

Crosstalk is the art of language. When crosstalk artists, especially old artists, and folk artists, they can't hear anything and dare to say anything. They are all holding on to find the right and convenient, and you must not let the words fall to the ground.

Just like performing on stage, you tease me and I tease you and I tease you and this is not only a reflection of professional qualities, but also a kind of exercise for your crosstalk actor level.

These old artists joked a lot with each other, and He Xiangdong stood beside him and made a few words from time to time. It was his strength to smash the news. He didn't lose the disadvantages after two moves, and he would make fun of these old artists.

There are rules for crosstalk businesses. You can’t be angry when you make fun of you, and you can’t resort to justice, so you usually make fun of people with good relationships. There are also crosstalk peers who criticize each other, or directly curse people in crosstalk jokes, which is the same. You can scold them. Everyone depends on their ability, but they must not make trouble in court. This is the pride of a crosstalk artist who relies on his mouth to make a living.

When several old artists saw that the young man next to him was very clever, he interjected so easily and was trying to find their advantage. Then these people became interested.

Han Wende said, "Boy, what's your name?"

He Xiangdong replied: "My name is He Xiangdong."

Han Wende smiled and said, "How come this broken name is made?"

He Xiangdong also smiled. He ran around many times over the years and dealt with these old folk artists. He knew how to talk to these people. At the moment, he was still missing. He did it next to these people and said, "When it comes to my name, it's really a bloody and tears history?"

The old artists looked at each other and smiled, asking, "Tell me, what is the history of blood and tears?"

He Xiangdong explained: "This history of blood and tears is blood, tears, and shit."

Han Wende jumped in fear, and his hands holding the cigarette trembled, and said in surprise: "Wow, it's so dirty."

The old men all smiled unscrupulously.

He Xiangdong didn't care at all, but leaned over and said with a smile: "My He is the river that flows into a river from Lao Wang's sister-in-law."

Before he could speak, he was interrupted by the angry Lao Wang. The man said angrily: "Get out, the young man is so weird."

"Haha" all the old guys were hilarious, and Han Wende even patted his thighs and couldn't stop laughing.

Han Wende smiled and said to He Xiangdong: "Hey, I said your child is so bad, he is worse than us old ghosts. I said you will teach you these?"

He Xiangdong looked at the reactions of the people and knew that his relationship with them had become much closer. He said, "Hey, I'm not from Qu School, I haven't attended Qu School."

Han Wende said: "Oh, it's not a student, that's just a young actor who comes to study. It's great. Young people just need to learn more and ask more skills. This is how we came here when we were young. You have come to find him today. They all went to Nanjing to invite Mr. Zhang Yong. Mr. Shao Ma is also here to record the yi section today. You can ask these famous artists for their advice, which will be good for you."

He Xiangdong knew that this was someone else's kindness, so he nodded and responded: "Thank you, I've recorded it."

Han Wende also smiled happily and said to the people next to him: "This kid is very good at traveling. Alas, I said that the person you got up with just now is your master?"

He Xiangdong looked back at Zhang Wenhai, who was chatting with another old artist, and turned around and said, "No, that person is my elder. Now he is partnering with me to talk crosstalk. My master is Fang Wenqi."

"Fang Wenqi?" Han Wende thought about it and looked at the people next to him, and all of them showed a confused look.

Fang Wenqi also had a bit of fame in Beijing and Tianjin before liberation, but it was not as well-known as a household name, let alone the whole country. Later, he joined the Quyi Troupe and withdrew again within two years and disappeared for decades. Unless he had a deep friendship with him back then, others really wouldn't remember this person.

Han Wende thought Fang Wenqi was a little artist with little reputation, so he asked again: "What about your master?"

He Xiangdong replied: "Guo Baofeng."

Han Wende and a few others looked at him, but no one had heard of him. Master He Xiangdong was even less famous. He was also because his apprentice had a disciple and had a disciple. He was the master who had changed his career as his master. In fact, that senior was younger than him.

He Xiangdong didn't care either.

Han Wende asked again: "Where is the master?"

He Xiangdongdao: "He Bofu."

Yes, no one knows it, but no one knows it for three generations. The old artist couldn't help but ask, "This person is not Haiqing, right?"

Han Wende said: "Go, don't talk nonsense. I think this child speaks well and interjects so easily. He can praise and make fun of him. Maybe he doesn't show off his master's sect. It's okay, kid, just study hard. When we come on stage later, you can watch it carefully. It doesn't matter if the master's sect doesn't show off. Maybe you will become a horn someday, which can be considered a face for you."

He Xiangdong didn't explain too much, but just smiled and said, "Hey, I've recorded it."

Before we could talk a few more words, someone came to the door. Han Wendeyi stood up and said, "Oh, Mr. Ma and Mr. Zhang Yong are here." To be continued.
Chapter completed!