Zhang Wenhai was so angry that he was choked by Wu Xiao, a guy who had no words. Today, he saw that Xu Sihai was also starting to suffer this crime, so he felt so happy.

It's really like pouring a bucket of cold water on your body during the dog days of summer, shaking a big clever one, and it feels so good from the beginning to the soles of your feet.

The two bad old men Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan were enjoying watching it. Xu Sihai in the theater frowned tightly. He didn't understand anything and didn't know what the person in front of him was talking about. But the key point was that it actually sounded very powerful.

Wu Xiao didn't talk to him, just smoked cigarettes silently. He smoked cigarette butts in a while, and when he saw Xu Sihai didn't want China's cigarette butts, he took it over and smoked it himself and lit it. His face was still indifferent and bleak, his eyes were deep and sad, and the thin smoke covered his vicissitudes of face.

Xu Sihai became more and more frightened the more he looked at it, and his thoughts became more and more strange. Looking at the person in front of him, the free and easy temperament and unconventional style, such as his hair that had obviously not been washed for more than half a year. And the things that were spit out from his mouth didn't sound very well, but the more he thought about it, the more he tasted it, would this be a big shot? A strange man like the celebrity madman in the Jin Dynasty?

The more Xu Sihai thought about it, the more he felt that the person in front of him was not simple. He was also a well-read person. He usually regarded himself as a cultural person, respected those knowledgeable people, and often visited and communicated with them. He knew that there were strange people among the people, and he did not dare to neglect at the moment. He asked softly: "What do you call him sir?"

Wu Xiao was not doing well. The two old men Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan who were lying by the window peeking at each other almost bumped into the wall. Their mouths were wide open, but they didn't close for a long time, with their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

They also had a few deals with Xu Sihai. Every time this guy came in, he seemed to have constipation for three months, his face was as smelly as his bowel movements, he spoke very seriously, and he was often aggressive. They still saw Xu Sihai so politely, is this still Xu Sihai?

Wu Xiao ignored Xu Sihai's question, but he was just smoking a cigarette silently. He was always the only one in his world.

Xu Sihai didn't mind, but instead felt that Wu Xiao became more mysterious.

In fact, Xu Sihai's mentality has a special term called Buming Jueli in later generations. It has become a big street in later generations, but it is still very marketable at this moment.

Especially Wu Xiao’s temperament is a pity to not be a charlatan, and there is no human words in his mouth, that is, people like Xu Sihai who are well-read in poetry and books think he is very powerful.

If it were a person like Zhang Wenhai who had few studies, he would have no other thoughts except to kill this guy who could not communicate with.

He Xiangdong, a mud-legged man who has been wandering around the world for many years, just saw that Wu Xiao was a purely idealistic pathological person and did not have wages, so he recruited him in.

Their ideas are very simple, but Xu Sihai thought too much.

So he was sad. This guy actually took cigarette butts from Wu Xiao and sucked it, and realized the inexplicable state.

At the window, the two old men Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan were distorted and they almost vomited. You still know how to play.

The final result was very simple. Wu Xiao was still saying something inexplicable. Xu Sihai thought for a while and nodded in agreement. After a while, he started chatting.

So in the end, Xu Sihai forgot what he was here for. After a chat that he thought was enjoyable, he agreed to come to visit him again the next day, and left with a smile.

Wu Xiao still looked inexplicably melancholy, and the figure holding a cigarette butt looked even more distant and desolate. Zhang Wenhai and Fan Wenquan also came out of the aisle and hurried to Wu Xiao. Zhang Wenhai quickly asked, "How did you fool that person away?"

Wu Xiao finished smoking the remaining tobacco threads in the cigarette butts, and indifferently watched himself spit out a cigarette ring. When he had vomited the last cigarette ring, he looked at Zhang Wenhai's eyes slanted, with a little disdain and contempt, and an inexplicable arrogance, and said softly: "You don't understand."

Zhang Wenhai couldn't stand it again, and was so angry that the three corpse gods were furious. If Fan Wenquan hadn't pulled him to death, he would have had to fight with Wu Xiao on the spot.

After lunch, there was a performance in the afternoon. Zhou Qingqing and Su Xiaoya didn't leave, and just watched the performance in the garden. Zhang Wenhai frowned, but said nothing.

This is not the first time Zhou Qingqing has listened to He Xiangdong's crosstalk. Su Xiaoya rarely listens to crosstalk. Most of them watch it during the Spring Festival Gala. Occasionally, there are students in the school who say crosstalk, but they are all fans. Last time Guo Qing went to their school's New Year's Day art performance, he was already the most professional crosstalk actor.

After all, it was in the school, and in front of so many students, Guo Qing was very restrained. In this small theater, these four crosstalk were really relaxed, making the audience laugh. Su Xiaoya was so happy that she couldn't sit steadily, and she lost her image as a lady.

At the same time, her concerns about Xiang Wenshe's only technical aspects also disappeared. From the perspective of an audience, the crosstalk here is really funny and fun. As long as it operates reasonably at a certain level, it will be very popular.

After the afternoon show, Su Xiaoya went back without staying for supper. She said she wanted to make a complete plan for Xiangwenshe, which took time. It seemed that the girl was really interested.

He Xiangdong didn't stop her. After expressing his gratitude, he asked Guo Qing to send her away. Guo Qing immediately showed a traitor-like smile like a traitor, and followed Su Xiaoya happily.

Zhou Qingqing didn't leave. She went back after listening to the evening. It was already past nine o'clock, and it was relatively late. He Xiangdong went to see her off.

Before leaving, Zhang Wenhai grabbed him. Zhang Wenhai's expression was very serious. The eyes in the deep sockets under the old-fashioned glasses were staring at He Xiangdong's eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Men, I don't care about your private affairs, but there is something you need to know what you are doing."

He Xiangdong nodded, smiled indifferently, and said, "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, I know what I do myself, and I know very well what I want."

Zhang Wenhai then let go of his hand, looked calmly at He Xiangdong, nodded, He Xiangdong smiled and went out.

Fan Wenquan also wondered and came over and asked, "Lao Zhang, what's wrong?"

Zhang Wenhai said angrily: "Get out."

Although it was the beginning of summer, Beijing was still quite cold at night. The wind blew on his body and felt cool, but it was not cold. His mind became much clearer. He Xiangdong narrowed his eyes slightly. He enjoyed such a natural wind. To be continued.
Chapter completed!