They didn't go back that night because there was no car to go back. Besides, these people were so drunk that they were unconscious, Zhao Xiaoqiang found two rooms for them at Hara Station and let them stay.

The other four people who came, except He Xiangdong, were drunk. He Xiangdong was forced to drink a glass of wine, and then vomited so much that he was so angry that he pretended to have a stomachache and went to the bathroom.

When he came back, the war here had already ended. Everyone was drunk and no one came to care about him. He cut some roasted lamb for dinner.

That night, he and Xue Guo lived in a room, which was also a place for employees to rest on duty. The bed was not big, and it seemed a bit crowded when they were sleeping.

The drunken men all went home, and their family came to pick them up. They were all locals and they all went home to stay at night.

At night, He Xiangdong was very awake. Xue Guo had already snored loudly and fell asleep until he fainted. He pillowed his hands behind his head, and the only pillow on the bed was used by Xue Guo.

He looked at the ceiling, and could not see anything in the darkness, only his bright eyes were blinking. His thoughts were surging at this late afternoon, thinking of many things in the past.

During the years when they were wandering around the world, they had no way to perform in the city. They usually went to the urban-rural fringe areas, or went to rural towns, and after selling their skills, they lived in their fellow villagers' homes at night.

He just had a house with his master, and they slept on the bed. He was still very young at that time. At night, the master always told him some interesting things about the seniors in the folk art world, as well as the extraordinary things that the master did when he was young.

Sometimes, the master and apprentice couldn't sleep at night, and they would sing operas in the same way, and they would follow up. At that time, it was very bitter, and they slept in the wind and had a meal but not a meal, but they were very happy, and He Xiangdong didn't feel tired at all.

On the contrary, after arriving in Beijing, Yi started working hard. He was really tired and hard. But he always buried this emotion deeply in his heart and never revealed it. He is the head teacher. Anyone can complain about being tired and anyone can complain, but he can't.

When he couldn't make money in the Wenshe Club, he felt very tired. Now he is living a good life, but he still feels very tired. Now he realizes that he is tired not because of the hard life, but because his master is not around. He personally feels very tired.

Yes, he missed Master, I really wanted to, I really wanted to

On this night, He Xiangdong didn't sleep because he couldn't sleep. His mind was full of pictures of his master, all of which were all kinds of clips, playing randomly in an orderly manner in his head, and countless pictures gathered into a warm scene.

He Xiangdong had a faint smile of memories on his lips. He didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already early in the morning. His mentality had also adjusted. The man's warmth was always revealed when there was no one in the dark.

After breakfast, they waited for the train at the station and were preparing to go directly to Hohhot where they met with the large army. The people from Hara Station came to deliver them and even gave them a lot of food, beef jerky, cheese, etc.

He Xiangdong and others were also very embarrassed because they didn't bring anything with them and could not give me any gifts.

They sang a few songs to these friends while waiting for the bus at the station, and He Xiangdong also sang a Beijing song.

When the car came, they waved their hands in the window and set off reluctantly. This was their first time to perform in a remote small station after leaving the large army, but it made them feel a lot. This warmth and touch cannot be felt elsewhere.

The four of them sat face to face, but didn't speak for a long time. The train drove far away, and they were still savoring the warmth here.

The performances in Hohhot were also two days. This time they performed with the large army. There are three small stations in Inner Mongolia that need to send a small team to perform.

He Xiangdong and the other four went to Hara Station, but they were not sent to the two small stations behind them, although they had such expectations or worries in their hearts.

The impression of Hala Station gave them was so good. They didn’t know if only Hala Station was the case or the same was true for other small stations.

If the Hara Station is just like this, then the warmth in their hearts may be destroyed.

These four people were looking forward and nervous. Unfortunately, until the end, it was not their turn, but they actually felt a little lost.

After three stages in Inner Mongolia, they went south to Shaanxi after the Baotou performance. The first stage was in Yan'an, the red hometown, and it also performed for two nights. Basically, the large-scale performances in the troupe were in two or three days in every place.

Because I was so busy in Inner Mongolia, I performed three stops in ten days, and the actors were all resting on the train. These days they were almost exhausted.

Now that I have arrived in Shaanxi, the troupe has decided to make everyone relax. After the Yan'an Station performance was over, they rested on the spot for a day, and everyone relaxed. When they arrived in Xi'an, they did not start performing immediately after arriving in Xi'an.

The first day is also free to arrange it. There will be a performance the next night, and the rehearsal will start the next morning. After He Xiangdong and the others put the things down, Xue Guo took them out to find something to eat.

What Xi'an is most lacking is all kinds of snacks. It is still in the 1990s. The tourism industry is not as vigorous as later generations, and Xi'an is not full of tourists from other places.

From an economic perspective, it may have hindered the economic development and hindered the improvement of people's living standards. However, from the perspective of food alone, there were really many top-notch shops in Xi'an at this time.

It is always like this when opening a store. There are too few customers and it cannot be managed at all. However, there are too many customers, so the taste is difficult to maintain. There are many old stores with good taste, which later attracted investment and opened branches across the country. However, the taste is simply impossible to guarantee. It completely went bankrupt in a few years, and even the original old stores could not be operated again, and the sign was ruined in vain.

In this modern world where capital is everywhere and materialistic, there are really few restaurants that can maintain their true nature and make meals steadily.

As a gourmet, Xue Guo took He Xiangdong and others to the inconspicuous small Pomo shop in the local area. Nothing else, it was just because this shop is a time-honored brand and has been passed down for a hundred years. Moreover, his boss has repeatedly refused the investment from capitalists. He only opened this shop, without any semicolons, and the store only has five tables, so there will never be many. To be continued.
Chapter completed!