The pedestrian quickly met him, clasped his fists and bowed his hands and said hello: "Young Master Ma, Mr. Zhang Yong, you two are here."

Zhang Yongye is older, and a thin old man smiled and bowed his hand back and said, "I'm not here anymore. Come on, sit on you, don't be so polite."

Mr. Shao Ma was a very elegant person and smiled very well. He bowed and said, "Hello everyone, come, sit down, don't stand and look at us."

He Xiangdong has been famous for these two for a long time, but he has never seen them before. This time he saw the real person. He also clasped his fists at the two and bowed and shouted: "Young Master Ma, Mr. Zhang Yong."

The two of them also saw He Xiangdong and thought they were young crosstalk actors who came to learn. They just smiled and nodded at He Xiangdong, but didn't say much.

Before the show started, the two of them sat down in the row of the audience and started chatting. Without any permission, their partner also came.

Everyone has their own circle. Shao Ma Ye and Zhang Yongye are in a circle, and He Xiangdong is also in a circle. He Xiangdong is almost integrated into this circle.

Han Wende glanced over there and said, "Hey, I said those two are really big horns. The aura that comes in, wow, is amazing."

Lao Wang whispered: "I always heard that Young Master Ma was very urged, but today I look at people very kind."

Among the old artists, there was an old man named Liu Tengzhi. He said, "What do you mean by talking, that's because you speak straight. There are so many fucking things, so you can't let someone talk. I think the young horseman is good."

Han Wende smiled and said, "If you want to do well, you all rely on flattery."

Liu Tengzhi said: "Go to you, old man, if I want to flatter you, I will go over and slap you. As for talking about you here?"

Everyone laughed.

Han Wende looked at He Xiangdong and said, "Young man is going to flatter you. They are all famous celebrities. You should hurry up and ask them for advice. There is nothing to be ashamed of. For young people, asking more advice will not harm you."

The other people also looked at He Xiangdong with a smile.

He Xiangdong was very moved. He knew that this was the kindness of these seniors. He was also thinking of asking for advice, so he said, "Then I'll go there first."

Lao Wang said, "Go quickly, everyone will leave later."

He Xiangdong smiled, stood up, and was about to come over to ask for advice, but someone came. The crew of the recorded program came, the director, photography, and editor came to the group.

Director Zhao Erran walked in and wore a standard director's uniform, just like his body was full of pockets. Fortunately, there was heating in the theater, otherwise he would have to freeze to death.

Zhao Erran frowned and said unhappily: "Why are you smoking in the theater again? You can't come in after smoking outside? The audience will come in later. How can you be stunned?"

He Xiangdong turned around and looked at a few smokers, but his eyes shocked him. He didn't know whether these people were magical or crosstalk. As soon as he turned around, the cigarettes on the hands of these people disappeared, and the more magical piles of cigarette butts on the ground were gone.

Oh my god, He Xiangdong was stunned. It would be a pity to say crosstalk at this level.

Han Wende also said to Lao Wang seriously: "Old Wang, I can't master the one who learns to sell vegetables in the hawking industry. You said you don't have any skills here."

He Xiangdong looked at him with contempt, and the old artist was so hypocritical.

Lao Wang didn't answer, but nodded slowly, and Old Zhang's face turned red. He Xiangdong looked at it intently. He saw that there was a slight white smoke rising from Lao Wang's nostrils. He was happy at that time, because he hadn't vomited out the cigarette.

There was no good person in crosstalk. Liu Tengzhi, who was also a mate, smiled and said, "Old Wang, your son doesn't look like you, so you don't have to get angry."

Old Wang glared at Liu Tengzhi's eyes fiercely, and the rolling eyes on his nose appeared more, as if he wanted to become an immortal.

The group of old artists suddenly burst into laughter unethically.

Director Zhao Erran glared at the group of people with anger. These old artists have abilities, but they have many problems. He has not seen them during this period. He said, "Okay, stop laughing, hurry up and go to the backstage to change your clothes. The audience is coming soon, and our recording is about to begin."

After hearing this, the old artists stopped talking nonsense and walked backstage.

Seeing that the editor Zhang Yunyi who was contacting him had not arrived, He Xiangdong sat in the audience first, and Zhang Wenhai also sat beside him. Let's make arrangements when others came.

After a while, students from the Qu School and young crosstalk actors also came. Since the program started recording last year, many young people have come in to study and observe. There are also audiences, and the small theater with about 200 people is full of sitting, and the chirping and noisy sounds are also heard.

In crosstalk performance, it is impossible to sit all the peers. It has a way of acting for the audience and peers. This is not the same. For peers, you need to show more skills, but watching is second. For the audience, you have to amuse them more, and the audience loves to listen to your nonsense.

Now there are many colleagues sitting in the audience, which is also a challenge for crosstalk actors. The colleagues are also doing this. They are all people who have eaten and seen them. If you throw your bags out, they will definitely laugh. This will affect the performance of the actors on the stage, and this will be a kung fu.

Zhang Wenhai said to He Xiangdong: "What's going on? Why haven't the one named Zhang Yunyi come yet?"

He Xiangdong also frowned and said, "Yes, that man looks impatient. Why is he so calm now?"

Zhang Wenhai said: "What should we do? Should we wait here or go to the backstage?"

He Xiangdong thought for a while and said, "Let's wait here now. If Zhang Yunyi doesn't come yet, let's go to the backstage to find someone to ask."

Zhang Wenhai also nodded. They were not familiar with the place and were not familiar with the process, so they could only do this.

The performance began soon and the cameras were set up.

When the old artists appear, they talk about traditional crosstalk, with the supporting actors inside the table and the funny actors outside the table.

He Xiangdong also sat in the stands for his performance. Not to mention that some old artists are really good at handling the festival sizes and are very interesting, and the audience responded quite well.

After a moment, Young Ma Master also came out. What he was talking about today was the big bodyguard. They all said that in crosstalk, the article was afraid of writing, and the martial arts were afraid of big bodyguards. Those who were not capable were really afraid to say it.

He Xiangdong listened to him with relish in the audience. The more he listened, the more he admired Shao Ma Ye's level, he was simply amazing. He said such a nagging program without much burden so much. The size of the festival was so wonderful. The level was so high that it was breathtaking. I'm afraid Shao Ma Ye's artistic level is no less than his father.

Young Master Ma just finished the performance here. Zhang Yunyi, who had been waiting for a long time, finally came. When he saw He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai were still sitting in the audience, he immediately ran over and blamed him: "Oh, you two are so heartless. The show has started. Why are you still sitting here? Hurry up and go to the backstage, it will be your show soon."

As he said that, he pulled He Xiangdong and Zhang Wenhai to the backstage, without giving others a chance to speak. He Xiangdong originally wanted to explain, but now he has lost to this impatient person.

Zhang Yunyi's impatient words were confiscated, and the young crosstalk actors sitting behind He Xiangdong were heard, and they exploded.

"No, that young man also wants to go on stage to perform crosstalk."

"No, this time I'm talking about traditional crosstalk. What would that young man do? Is it still a baby face?"

"You didn't hear that person just now, let him prepare quickly, it will be his show soon."

"This person is not a relationship householder, right? This show is very popular on TV now, so he will take advantage of the reputation of an old artist to go on TV?"

"I'll go, I'll definitely be related to the household. Damn, a kid knows nothing about traditional crosstalk. I can't even come, he'll be nothing about it."

"Damn it, a big dog."

To be continued.
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