The audience was very lively, and the scene was ignited at that time. The crowd was thundering and was about to make a fuss. There were still a few people excited to jump up, but there was no way. The people here were too crowded and they couldn't move.

He Xiangdong stabilized his body, and the stage was a bit messy, but this was inevitable. These people were not specialized crosstalk actors, and they were temporarily pulled over. They were about to go on stage without understanding anything. It is normal for chaos.

He Xiangdong looked at the lama who had been turning around and flipped over. Although he was a little stunned, he was still calm and could still hold on. He had seen too many stage accidents, and this was nothing at all, so he could completely control it.

"Oh, we monks played monkeys before becoming a monk." He Xiangdong said this.

Xue Guo immediately praised her: "Carrying monkey?"

He Xiangdong said: "He is a monkey."

The audience laughed.

The lama, who was flirting with joy, also heard it. He didn't get up and almost turned to the bottom of the stage. He stopped in disappointment, raised his head proudly, and then stood beside him.

He went down and the guy wearing a cross came out. This was really a battle between gods, demons and monsters. The actor was older and calm. He didn't think of anything big, so he bowed to the audience and stood beside him.

Martin finally let go of his heart, and he also stepped out. He also had this performance, but he didn't need to change his clothes.

Finally, another actor also appeared, and this person also came to help. He played the Daliao with a filial son. In the funeral customs of old Beijing, there would be someone who knew all kinds of rules to help with the cooking. This person was Daliao.

Tao Hua is too young and frivolous. He Xiangdong is worried that there may be problems with his performance on stage, and the stage and filming film and television works are not the same.

Film and television works are shot by machines. If you make a mistake, you can only come back. This kind of stage performance will be the audience sitting on you and you will see any mistakes you make, and there will be no chance to do it again on the stage.

So He Xiangdong didn't let Tao Hua go to the stage, but just asked him to rest behind him.

When everyone saw that everyone was together, He Xiangdong said, "Okay, all the gods and immortals are all there, so let's do the same thing and do the recitals."

As he said that, He Xiangdong picked up the folding fan and handkerchief on the table, tied the handkerchief to the fan, and handed it to Xue Guo, saying, "It's a perfect match, this is a banner, a filial son beats a banner."

Xue Guo held the folding fan in her hand, shook it, and smiled and said, "This banner is really cartoonish."

He Xiangdong shouted again: "Where is Xue Guo's father?"

Martin Yi walked up to the front and shouted, "Here's here, here."

When the audience saw that the boss had performed in person, they were all excited, and the crowd laughed wildly.

He Xiangdong smiled and said in the microphone: "Come on, Mr. Xue, please die."

Martin was also very happy and lay on the ground immediately.

The audience laughed so hard that they were about to jump up.

In fact, in Fushouquan, basically no one will play the role of the old man, because it is not good-looking, and there are people doing rituals next to him, and they lie on the ground to pretend to be dead, which many people think it is taboo.

So during the performance, this part was saved. But Martin lost so much money this time, and he really wanted to make the teahouse famous once.

This person can work hard to get such a big family business, he must be a smart person. He knew that Xue Guo and He Xiangdong were very capable, but after the two of them were playing, they were about to leave. What should they do if they had done their own teahouse? The audience had nowhere to watch the performances of these two people.

So he wanted to go on stage to perform, at least leave a deep impression on the audience. When people think of drinking tea, they would think of the owner of a teahouse lying on the ground pretending to be dead for the guests to see.

As long as he can remember this, his teahouse will not worry about business, and Martin has really made a big fuss for his business.

He Xiangdong pointed to Xue Guo and said, "Come on, Daliao will support the filial son."

The man passed by immediately.

You can do it in big or small things. If you make it better, you can get a string master band next to you. Just make it simple, just pretend to be on your body and you can get up.

To put it bluntly, it is the difference between low-end and high-end. He Xiangdong used the actors and props from the crew and barely got the middle-end Fushouquan.

He Xiangdong pulled the microphone down, sat on the table, took a wooden fish, and said loudly: "We are in the United States now. Are all the mages ready?"

"Okay." The few people shouted in unison.

He Xiangdong said again: "Daliao helped the filial son come over."

Daliao immediately helped Xue Guo, who was wearing a body and holding a banner in his hand, slowly walked to Martin.

When he moved, He Xiangdong started to knock on wooden fish. He knocked here and sang in his mouth, the people next to him also started to get along: "Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangd

Marriage March.

Western weddings are popular now, and everyone here knows this song, and they all laugh so hard that they all laughed.

Xue Guo and Daliao were obviously going to attend the funeral, but suddenly a marriage marche came. The two of them were going crazy. Xue Guo turned around and scolded: "My dad is you playing the marriage marches here?"

He Xiangdong hurriedly admitted his mistake: "Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I think you two are so much like getting married. You see, you are still wearing white clothes, I thought you were wearing a wedding dress."

"Hahaha" said this, and there was another laughter. Even Martin, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, was so sad that he almost killed himself.

Xue Guo cursed: "What kind of wedding dress, do you say this look like human words?"

He Xiangdong apologized: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I started again."

Xue Guo looked unhappy, but she didn't say anything.

He Xiangdong immediately adjusted his mind and watched Muyu sing: "Happy birthday, happy birthday, and happy birthday"

The laughter was too loud, and no one heard what was singing on the stage.

Xue Guo cursed: "Do you still look like a dead person? Are you so happy here?"

Everyone saw Xue Guo's look of death and laughed again, and even the actors who were dressed up with makeup could hardly help it.

He Xiangdong and others stopped the audience's voices, and then he seriously knocked on the wooden fish and said solemnly: "Save the dead, and guide the West."

"Ta." He Xiangdong knocked on wooden fish heavily.

The audience also quieted down, and it seemed that they were going to be serious this time.

The monk Long Xinghu rushed to the stage and grabbed the microphone because he had no lines. He didn't know what he was going to say next, but he couldn't get stuck on the stage. His mind turned around, and the lines he had filmed before suddenly appeared in his mind.

"The Descendant Monk"

"Hmm?" Xue Guoyi was stunned.

He Xiangdong immediately cursed: "Shut up, don't tell your hobbies."

The audience laughed.

He Xiangdong interrupted him, and he forgot what he was going to do. He was a little stunned and was stunned on the stage, his face turned red. He was so embarrassed at that time that the feminine spirit in his bones came out and twisted it on the stage, and it was the way to twist it like a petite little woman.

The audience was chilled and had never seen any big man perform this way.

He Xiangdong was also a little nauseous and quickly spoke up to remind him: "Master, chant the primordial dynasties to save the dead souls."

The monk remembered what he was going to do, but he was nervous and forgot the song he had discussed in advance. However, he didn't wait for anyone on the court, and he was about to sweat.

At this moment, a song suddenly popped up in his mind. He held the microphone and twisted it charmingly, and sang in a very delicate and delicate voice: "I took the wrong step and stayed in the sea for life, and danced with a dancer for life. The dancer is also a human being. Who will I tell you the pain in my heart?"

The whole audience was silent for a moment, and everyone looked at the monk like a god.

The monk was still immersed in singing, twisting his body that could kill the cow, his voice became even more touching, and it was simply touching: "Is this fate? Is it destined to be born in that dust, dance with shaking, shaking and hugging again and again"

He Xiangdong almost fell off the table, Dabiao, you have enough. To be continued.
Chapter completed!