The three of them come from the rural areas of a small county town in Hebei. The three of them don’t look like they are rich and wealthy families, and their families should be in the same state.

The child is a boy, probably in his teens, and he is still very young, with a childish face and dark eyes. He always throws his head to the side and is unwilling to talk to others. He is a little introverted.

The child's father is very honest and honest. When he saw He Xiangdong, he smiled flatteringly and kept smoking for He Xiangdong. He packed Zhonghua cigarettes and was very careful to put them inside the bag, and the appearance did not get dirty.

The child's mother looks no different from ordinary rural women, but she is better at talking than the child's father.

He Xiangdong also invited them to sit down in the backstage. After chatting for a while, he learned that the child's name was Chen Jun.

It was morning and there was no performance. Seeing He Xiangdong had guests, the few people in the garden did not disturb them, so they all went out for a walk.

He Xiangdong poured tea for several people, yiyi put it down, and asked with a smile: "Are you guys looking for me? Is there anything wrong?"

Chen's father smiled silly, looked at his wife, and didn't dare to say much, so he pulled the child down and hugged him, and then smiled honestly at He Xiangdong: "Hehe"

Chen’s mother’s Hebei accent is a bit heavy, but He Xiang’s accent is used to traveling east and north, and he can speak dialects everywhere, but he is not unaccustomed to it. Chen’s mother said, “Master He, we are taking our children to see you today.”

"Look at me?" He Xiangdong touched his much rounded chin and said with some amusement: "I look so beautiful?"

"Hehe, it looks good, it looks good." Chen's father's dark face was full of clumsy and pleasing smiles.

Chen's mother stretched out and squeezed the flesh on Chen's father's waist with dissatisfaction. Chen's father stopped laughing and looked at Chen's mother in surprise. Chen's mother glared at Chen's father's eyes. Chen's father immediately surrendered, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Chen's mother then looked at He Xiangdong and smiled embarrassedly and said, "Master He, don't blame me. My man is a farmer and he can't speak."

He Xiangdong shook his head and said casually: "Hi, it's okay, I really like the big brother's temperament."

"Hehe" Chen's father smiled silly again.

Chen's mother also said: "That's good, that's good."

After a moment of pause, He Xiangdong had not yet explained the main topic, so he took the initiative to ask again: "You guys come to me from afar. What's wrong? Tell me directly, don't go around."

Chen's mother nodded, pulled Chen Jun from Chen's father's arms, and said, "This is my child's name is Junjun. I want him to learn crosstalk with you."

"Learn crosstalk?" He Xiangdong frowned, looked at Chen Jun's tender little face, and said, "A child of this old should be still in school, why are he thinking about letting him learn crosstalk?"

Chen's father said directly: "You can't continue to learn."

Chen's mother slapped Chen's father on the arm again, glared at him and signaled him to shut up, and then said to He Xiangdong: "Our children like crosstalk, and have loved it since childhood, so we brought him to learn crosstalk. Our children are so cute that they talk, they are so cute that we are all funny at home. Come on, Junjun, tell Master He a joke."

Chen Jun raised his head, his little face full of embarrassment, and said, "Ah, mom, I don't know what to say."

Chen's mother blamed: "You kid, aren't you good at talking about it usually? Why don't you say it now? Tell me quickly, say it, if you don't say it, I'll beat you up if you don't say it."

Chen Jun was almost forced to tears, and he was nervous, but he couldn't even say anything.

He Xiangdong raised his hand and quickly stopped Chen's mother from blame. Instead, he asked: "The child is still so young, do you have the heart to send him to Beijing to learn the art?"

Hearing this, Chen's mother looked sad and sighed: "There is no way. Our children can't study and have no other skills. Let them farm. Now they can't make money. Learning a bricklayer is too hard. This child is still too young. We want him to learn some quyi and have a relaxing meal in the future. We are also watching the Quyuan Miscellaneous Hall of CCTV at home. We know that there are many quyi masters in Beijing, so we led the child to Beijing."

He Xiangdong was stunned when he heard this and exclaimed: "You just watched some programs in Quyuan Miscellaneous Hall and dared to take your children to Beijing? You are not familiar with the place, so you are amazing."

Chen's father hurriedly explained: "No, no, we have a fellow villager in Beijing. He works in the art troupe and eats public food. He is a crosstalk master and has been on TV."

He Xiangdong asked in confusion: "Then why don't you go to him?"

Chen's mother was afraid that Chen's father would say the wrong thing, so she hurriedly took the conversation and said, "We came to find you specifically. Your crosstalk is better. You are a great artist. We want your children to learn art with you."

Chen's father was stunned and was stared at by Chen's mother, and then nodded quickly.

He Xiangdong just smiled and didn't answer, but he knew very well. The parents must have been rejected by their fellow villagers and found this place. Otherwise, he would be a small folk artist and would not be famous, so why would he have to come to him?

There is still a tradition of apprenticeship in the crosstalk world now, but it is not like before. There is no such master-apprentice relationship as children grew up in the master’s house and had food and living, nor is there such title as apprenticeship.

Nowadays, if children want to learn art, they go to Quyi School. In the past, there was a system of troupe leadership classes. There were student classes under the Quyi Group, and the children learned here. There were basically no apprentices brought out like a real traditional master and son.

Nowadays, when you become a disciple, you are a disciple of your origin. This practice is very traditional. If you have any teacher, you will not establish your ancestors. If you want to do this practice, you must first become a master and have a background to make it easier to get along. Therefore, many laymen who want to come in will take this path. This is the purpose of becoming a disciple.

There is also the fame and way of apprenticing to master. Your master is famous and has a wide range of ways. I will come to worship you as my teacher quickly. You can use your way to help me, my disciple. This is another kind.

Basically, these two types of people are all about who is famous and who has a way to worship whom, whom, who is not a disciple, or a master, or a master who seeks fame but not a skill. There are very few people who really want to become a disciple for the sake of art and for the sake of learning. This is actually a very sad thing.

Besides, no one will accept children like Chen Jun who are only thirteen or fourteen years old. What should I do when I receive them? You have to provide food and drink and support them. What a troublesome thing, it is not your own son. So why the traditional relationship between master and apprentice has declined? This is the reason. Who else is willing to give so much attention now?
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