Looking at the back of Wang Miwei who was leaving lonely, He Xiangdong felt indescribable discomfort, and felt that his heart was being pulled hard by one hand.

But, he really has no way

After hesitating, He Xiangdong followed quickly. The two of them moved into Zhang Kuoru's home in the evening. Zhang Kuoru went to bed early. Mr. Wang was in a low mood and did not ask He Xiangdong to wake Zhang Kuoru. He fell asleep in the guest room by himself.

He Xiangdong sighed deeply and returned to his room.

On the second day, Zhang Kuoru was old and slept less and woke up before dawn. He went out to buy some breakfast and brought it back after dawn.

As usual, he bought some scorched bean juice buns and fried dough sticks, which would be enough for the three of them to eat. However, when he went home and opened the door, he was almost scared to smash the breakfast out.

"Hahahaha" Zhang Kuoru held a scorched circle in his right hand and a bowl of bean juice in his left hand, and smiled loudly and cheerfully: "Oh, I thought you had been dead for decades, why did you appear again?"

Wang Miwei was very gentle when eating. He picked up a bun and whipped it up with the skin. He didn't eat the stuffing and just ate it. This made Chen Jun's child feel so distressed, and his little face thrust.

Wang Miwei said lightly: "You are not dead, how can I bear to die?"

Zhang Kuoru was drinking soy sauce and sighed: "Wow, you have disappeared for many years. After liberation, you were unwilling to join the Quyi Troupe. Later, there was no news about you, and no one knew where you were. They all thought you were dead. For decades, I said where have you been hiding for so many years?"

Wang Miwei rolled his eyes: "Do you have any control?"

Zhang Kuoru was unhappy: "Oh, do you have a temper with your age?"

Wang Miwei ignored him.

Zhang Kuoru stared at her eyes and cursed: "You are eating mine, drinking mine, and sucking me in the face?"

Wang Miwei broke open the buns and skillfully threw the meat filling on the plate, and continued to eat slowly with the skin. He said, "I am willing to eat you because I give you a face. Who have I eaten in China for more than one billion people?"

Zhang Kuoru was so choked that he couldn't speak. He had never seen such a shameless person.

Zhang Kuoru threw the scorched circle into the soy sauce in a qi, questioning, "Say, why are you going to Beijing for? You are still here to come to my house, what are you going to do?"

Wang Miwei said lightly again: "Do you have any control?"

Zhang Kuoru's eyes were as big as a cow, and even his breathing became heavy.

Seeing the two old men fighting, He Xiangdong didn't dare to persuade him to just focus on having breakfast. Chen Jun was so scared that he looked like a quail and didn't even dare to raise his head.

Zhang Kuoru was so angry that Wang Miwei was not seen for decades, but his person was getting worse and worse.

"Huh?" Zhang Kuoru saw He Xiangdong sitting next to him and lowered his head to eat breakfast, and frowned slightly. Wang Miwei came with this kid, could it be?

"Do you want to accept him as your disciple?" Zhang Kuoru immediately understood. He and Wang Miwei were old friends, so how could they not know the rules of their inheritance?

Wang Miwei's face turned black at the time, and his hands that were peeling the buns were frozen.

He Xiangdong's face became less natural.

The only child Chen Jun stared at the scene with his big eyes and looked at the people in front of him blankly.

Seeing Wang Miwei's ugly face, Zhang Kuoru immediately showed an extremely excited and refreshing expression. He was about to jump up and bite: "Hahaha, are you defeated? Haha, you deserve it, you deserve it."

He Xiangdong raised his head and looked at Zhang Kuoru in surprise. He had never seen an old man so excited before. The old man was a very calm person and was about to fly up now.

Wang Miwei threw the bun skin into the plate and threw his head to the side. His face was so smelly that it was still twitching.

At this moment, Zhang Kuoru was excited: "If you fail, I knew you would fail. Do you think your stand-up is so powerful. You are a crosstalk speaker and you have to beg for you as your teacher? Haha, you are defeated. Our Dongzi is so tough. Hey, you deserve it, hahaha."

The depression in Zhang Kuoru's heart immediately dissipated, but he rarely saw that this old boy was defeated, so he was so excited that he couldn't do it. It was too difficult to accept He Xiangdong as his disciple. He was rejected when he wanted to accept the child, but in the end his master Fang Wenqi rushed the child to come to the door to become a disciple, and then he responded.

You should know that you are a member of the Storyteller Sect and have no connection with their crosstalk, so this child is unwilling to become a disciple. Not to mention that Wang Miwei himself is a crosstalk disciple. It is more difficult to change the child’s door and household registration.

Zhang Kuoru knew very well that although He Xiangdong, the child, was called his master, respected and filial to him, his status in the child's heart was far inferior to Fang Wenqi. This child had too deep feelings for Fang Wenqi.

He Xiangdong looked at Wang Miwei with an unhappy expression, then looked at Zhang Kuoru who was excited. He asked in a low voice: "Master, who is Mr. Wang? Why did I never know that there is such a senior in the crosstalk gate?"

Zhang Kuoru smiled and said to He Xiangdong: "It's normal for you to be young and don't know what happened before. This old boy didn't know where to go after liberation. He disappeared for decades. He was not an older person and couldn't recognize him. But before liberation, this old boy was very famous. If you ask your master, he would definitely know. Back then, there was such a king of Jingjie, and everywhere he went, there were thousands of people."

In the last sentence, Zhang Kuoru said it loudly to Wang Miwei with a teasing voice, and Wang Miwei's face suddenly became darker.

Old children are really like children as they get older. They will hold a little bit in front of the younger generation. When they meet old acquaintances of the same generation, the child will be angry.

"King Jingjie?" He Xiangdong was shocked. He didn't know the name of King Jingjie. When he was a child, he heard his master talk about the stories before liberation. King Jingjie was the top priority. It can be said that He Xiangdong grew up listening to the story of King Jingjie.

However, before the liberation, the war was in chaos, and many artists died, but no one knew that they had died. After the liberation, Wang Miwei disappeared. At that time, everyone in the art world thought that this person was missing, maybe he was dead. When Fang Wenqi told him this story, he was extremely regretful.

But He Xiangdong never expected that Wang Miwei was the King of Jingjie. It was rumored that wherever the senior went, there were thousands of people everywhere. Everyone rushed to see this master's performance. There was no ghost on the street, so this master was respected as the "King of Jingjiejie".

This was the most famous big horn in that year. He Xiangdong felt his scalp was a little numb, and he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said, "But the King of Jingjie is not calling me."
Chapter completed!