"Leaves"

"Branches"

"River Water"

"Little Fish"

He has a clear voice and strong penetration. He Xiangdong practices qigong by the stream. There are many ways for crosstalk artists to practice qigong. Such as the ones who see and say something are also yi, mainly to highlight the voice.

After saying that, He Xiangdong picked up the two wine bottles placed beside him and swung them as golden hammers, flying up and down, which was very majestic and showed many decent good moves.

After practicing for more than half an hour, he sweated his forehead and put the bottle of wine. He Xiangdong sang a small song again, which was still the lyrics of Taiping. He also loved singing, and was trying to persuade others to tell fortunes with Han Xin.

At the beginning of the day, the water flows by and the breeze comes slowly, which is very comfortable, especially He Xiangdong, who is lying on a big stone.

"Hey, are you lying down like this in broad daylight?" Tian Jiani also came to the stream to find He Xiangdong.

He Xiangdong didn't even open his eyes and said comfortably: "How comfortable is it to lie down?"

Tian Jiani glared at her eyes and said dissatisfiedly: "You are so comfortable, can they bear the big stone?"

The big stone said under He Xiangdong: "It's okay, Dongzi is not heavy, it's just right to press it up."

Tian Jiani was speechless at these two live treasures, and quickly ran over and pulled the two of them apart. He Xiangdong got up and sat next to him, and the fat man also got up and sat next to him.

The big stone is Shi Lei's little fat man. Because there are four stones in his name, He Xiangdong and Tian Jiani firmly demand that he call him Da stone, and the vote against him was invalid.

He Xiangdong asked, "Dashitou, why didn't you go to class today?"

The little fat man said silly: "Today's holiday?"

He Xiangdong said in surprise: "Your principal is dead?"

The little fat man was puzzled and said in shock: "Why don't I know about this?"

He Xiangdong asked him, "Otherwise, this is a fake one, where did you put it on?"

Seeing that the lie was exposed, the fat little fat man's face turned slightly red and he was embarrassed to speak.

Tian Jiani also asked next to Yi: "What happened? You don't want to go to school so much?"

The little fat man said in a low voice: "I can't learn in class and can't understand it."

He Xiangdong said: "What class is it? It's so amazing that even our Shi family's eldest son can't understand it."

The little fat man whispered and said shamelessly: "I can't understand any lesson."

He Xiangdong shook his head and sighed: "It's rare to be talented, your principal must want to kill you."

The little fat man waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, our principal is very good, and our teachers are also very good. That's right, he often visits home and tells my dad about my studies. My dad often beat me up, and his classmates laugh at me as stupid as I do. I don't want to go to school. I want to learn the same skills as you guys?"

As he said that, the little fat man looked at He Xiangdong with a very eager look.

He Xiangdong and Tian Jiani looked at each other, and both of them smiled. He Xiangdong said helplessly: "Do you think we don't have to study if we learn art?"

The little fat man was surprised and asked, "Do you want it?"

He Xiangdong said: "Nonsense, we have to learn every day, and we don't know how many books we read. Our masters teach us like this."

"You have to study too?" The little fat man was in a bad mood in an instant.

He Xiangdong said earnestly: "You still have to read books. People do not know the meaning without learning. Didn't Confucius say that you can't eat gabba cuisine without reading."

Tian Jiani was amused by He Xiangdong and said, "What she said is really reasonable."

The little fat man looked serious and asked, "Who is this Confucius? Is he your good friend?"

He Xiangdong and Tian Jiani instantly saw him as a god. He Xiangdong also said seriously: "Their family sells gaba cuisine, Kong Ji."

"Then I really have to go and have a chance to have a meal." The little fat man looked thoughtful, and he was greedy.

"What a mess?" Tian Jiani couldn't help but complain about these two guys.

He Xiangdong also smiled and asked, "What class are you? I can accompany you to class tomorrow. I want to see how difficult it is."

"Really?" The little fat man's eyes lit up instantly.

"Of course." He Xiangdong had never been to school. His knowledge was taught by his master. As a child of his age, he could not be uninterested in school.

Isn’t there a saying that those who can’t get are always in agitation, and those who are favored are always fearless. Those who have never been to school want to go in every day, while those who are in school want to escape every day, which is helpless.

"Are you really going?" Tian Jiani couldn't help asking.

He Xiangdong replied: "Yes, do you want to get up?"

The little fat man also looked at Tian Jiani.

Tian Jiani shook her head and said, "Forget it, I have to learn the art tomorrow. Master wants to match the strings for me, I won't go."

He Xiangdong asked, "Okay, let's go with Dashitou. Oh, Dashitou, can I go to your school to attend classes? Will your teacher drive me out?"

The little fat man said, "No, you can go and listen to a few classes. Our teacher doesn't care. Then he will just say yes to the director and say you are a relative of my family."

"Oh, that's good." He Xiangdong agreed, but he felt a little excited.

Primary schools in the 1980s were not as closed-ended teaching as later generations, and the entry and exit were relatively loose. Moreover, the teaching environment was very simple at that time, so it was truly achieved without distinction.

Your child goes to other people's school to listen to some classes and has no problems. The teacher is happy to teach you, and the teaching must be very serious, unlike later generations who don't even allow them to enter.

The work attitude of teachers in that era was quite serious. Basically, all teachers would often visit homes and discuss their children's learning with their parents, and go there again and again, and never get tired of it.

There are even teachers who write comments on students' homework every day, asking them to take them back and sign them for parents and write feedback, and then take them back. This is an extra effort and no return is required. Teachers in this era are gardeners, unlike some teachers in later generations who ask you to get red envelopes when changing seats.

"What kind of class will be tomorrow?" He Xiangdong asked again.

The little fat man rang for a while and said, "Tomorrow will be Chinese, mathematics, music, and physical education, four courses."

"Okay, look at you." He Xiangdong responded excitedly.

The two discussed the class location and class time. By lunch time, the people went home.

After lunch, He Xiangdong was learning crosstalk again, and he was still practicing with his master. Fang Wenqi also told He Xiangdong that in a few days, his brothers and a few guests from afar would take He Xiangdong to see the world, and he would perform on the stage to prepare.

He Xiangdong also agreed and continued to practice martial arts. This practice was at night. He dragged his tired body and fell on the bed, narrowed his eyes, and began to look forward to tomorrow's first campus trip.
Chapter completed!