"Art can't be wrong, it's just artists." Director Xu answered He Xiangdong with the same yi sentence.

He Xiangdong looked at Officer Xu with a different look.

Officer Xu smiled elegantly and said, "I really believe that art requires a hundred flowers to bloom and a hundred schools of thought to contend."

"So." Director Xu looked at He Xiangdong seriously and said, "Tell me a good crosstalk."

After silence, He Xiangdong nodded and agreed: "I can do it."

Officer Xu also laughed. I don’t know if the cigarette in front of him had aroused his cigarette addiction or something, but he took out the cigarette box from his pocket, took out the cigarette, lit it, and started to suck the clouds and smog. He said, “You said that new crosstalk is also crosstalk, and that evening crosstalk is also crosstalk. Have you tried this type in your crosstalk garden?”

He Xiangdong replied: "No."

Officer Xu asked again: "Oh? Why is this? Are you afraid that you will say something bad?"

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "It's not entirely true. On any occasion, what kind of crosstalk you say is the most basic quality that a crosstalk actor should possess."

Officer Xu laughed, and the cigarette in his hand trembled with his body, and the ashes scattered on the ground: "Hahaha, it's interesting, interesting."

He Xiangdong was also laughing, and he thought Director Xu was also very interesting.

After laughing for a long time, Director Xu stopped, picked up the cigarette again, sucked his breath hard, and let out a big mouthful of smoke, showing a satisfying smile, and asked He Xiangdong again: "What do you think of chanting crosstalk?"

He Xiangdong said without thinking about it. He is no longer too cautious about this Officer Xu: "As a good example, the praise-style crosstalk is also a crosstalk."

Officer Xu stopped smoking, stared at He Xiangdong's eyes, and asked again: "What do you think about Teacher Ma Ji?"

He Xiangdong turned his eyes away, thought for a while, and then gave such an evaluation: "The true master of the yi generation."

Officer Xu was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that He Xiangdong's evaluation of Ma Ji was so high, and he couldn't help but say: "You people in the crosstalk world have criticized praise-style crosstalk, and they have a lot of dissatisfaction with Ma Ji, thinking that his crosstalk ruined the crosstalk."

"Haha." He Xiangdong smiled sarcastically and said, "That's just that they don't understand. It should be said that they understand, but they don't want to understand. But you" He Xiangdong turned his head and looked at Officer Xu and said, "You should understand, don't you?"

Officer Xu smoked a cigarette and said with a smile: "Yes, I should understand."

The two of them sat silently in the formation again. It was already dark and the street lights on the road were also on. Fan Wenquan had been looking around at the door several times and wanted to ask He Xiangdong to have dinner, but when he saw He Xiangdong still chatting with the guests, he left again.

After smoking the second cigarette, Officer Xu put the cigarette box and lighter in his pocket and put it in his trouser pocket, and said with a smile: "I won't smoke anymore. I've smoked two of them today, and I've made a lot of exceptions."

He Xiangdong thought about it and said with a smile: "This kind of exception may not be a good thing."

Officer Xu smiled and shook his head, paused, and asked, "There is a cultural evening party in the district next week, which is hosted by our Cultural Bureau. Are you willing to say crosstalk?"

He Xiangdong said in confusion: "Art Party?"

Secretary Xu said: "Yes, it's just an ordinary literary evening party. The nature of the condolences is mainly to condolences to the sanitation workers on the yi line of the area and from poor families. Are you willing to come?"

"Oh." Secretary Xu added: "There will be reports from the media, broadcast on TV, and newspapers, which is a good opportunity."

He Xiangdong did not agree immediately, but asked, "Then what crosstalk should I say? The crosstalk of the evening party?"

Officer Xu replied with a smile: "Whenever you say crosstalk, this is the most basic quality of a crosstalk artist, isn't it?"

After saying that, Officer Xu stood up and walked outside without waiting for He Xiangdong to reply: "It's getting late, and I'm going back too."

He Xiangdong hurriedly stood up and asked loudly, "There are no special requirements, right?"

Director Xu kept his pace and said without looking back, "No, it's just a party."

He Xiangdong shouted again: "Will the TV play my crosstalk?"

Secretary Xu said: "It's only half an hour to broadcast. Can you watch your own skills when you go on TV? If you want to go, go to the bureau tomorrow to find Xu Sihai to fill out the form."

He Xiangdong looked at the back of Officer Xu and shouted, "Then do I want to send you two cigarettes, thank you."

After they all walked to the door, Director Xu was unstable and tripped, staggering forward and staggered for a few steps.

He Xiangdong kept laughing in the house.

Officer Xu didn't care. He turned his head and glanced at He Xiangdong, then sorted out his clothes, and walked back in a horoscope step without panic.

"It's interesting, it's really interesting." He Xiangdong shouted loudly in the house, and then ran to the backstage excitedly.

The people in the backstage also learned about this from He Xiangdong. They were all very excited. Qiqi thought it was a very good opportunity and made He Xiangdong prepare well.

He Xiangdong also agreed.

Chen Yifang was also having dinner with them. He had a dinner at night, so he didn't go home. This was a working meal and dinner was simple. He just went to the restaurant to order a few dishes and added a pile of white steamed buns.

Chen Yifang said while eating: "You are talking about Mr. Xu. He has come to our art troupe many times. It is said that he has studied art before, but later he entered the officialdom. He is also clear about the art world and is willing to be a fact. He is a good official."

Zhang Wenhai smiled and said, "You old Chen is so good at me, you are so full of praise."

Chen Yifang responded without showing any weakness: "Take a fuck, if I have so many benefits, why am I here for your broken garden?"

Zhang Wenhai was unhappy: "It's broken anywhere. What a great garden. Are you blind?"

Fan Wenquan advised the two of them: "Okay, okay, don't argue, you're old and just quarrel, right? Yes. But then I'll be busy with the party again, and Lao Zhang has to follow you to do it. There must be rehearsals there, and there is a shortage of people in the garden."

Zhang Wenhai was also a little melancholy: "Yes, there are too few actors, especially fewer actors who can play."

He Xiangdong also had a headache. Now Xiangwenshe is too short of staff. He has a little trouble, so the performances in the garden cannot be supported. He sighed: "There is no good idea now. No one wants to stay there. There are not many scenes in a row. It would be great if I found my master."

Zhang Wenhai asked, "Fang Wenqi?"

Fan Wenquan thought for a while and asked, "Are you talking about your storytelling master?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "Yes, we have been disconnected for many years. When I was in Chengdu that year, I received a letter from my storytelling master, saying that he had plans to return to Beijing. Later, because something happened, my master and I hurriedly left Chengdu. Later, I wrote to me Storying Master, but there was no reply. I don't know if I had gone to Beijing or somewhere else."

Fan Wenquan sighed: "I have also asked my old friend, but there is no news."

He Xiangdong shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Chen Yifang didn't understand why, so he asked, "What? Do you still have a storyteller?"

Fan Wenquan replied for He Xiangdong: "Dongzi is the authentic descendant of the tenth generation of the Storytelling Sect. He has mastered the golden mouth and silver tongue."

Chen Yifang was surprised and said, "Zhang Kuoru? Hasn't he disappeared for many years?"

Fan Wenquan smiled and said, "So it's fate."

He Xiangdong also shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Fate."

"Zhang Kuoru?" Chen Yifang frowned and thought about it carefully for a while. It will not be continued.
Chapter completed!