Since having talked with Mr. Yuan that day, He Xiangdong suddenly became clear and the fog in his heart dissipated.

It is said that if you have a baby, you will have a treasure. After a short conversation, He Xiangdong felt like he was enlightened. Now he is no longer confused or confused, and he has devoted all his energy to the crosstalk career.

The young and old in the garden all realized He Xiangdong's changes, but these people were very smart and didn't ask from beginning to end, just simply why Xiangdong was happy.

He Xiangdong devoted all his energy to Xiangwen Club, worked hard to perform and taught apprentices seriously. He rarely cared about the affairs of the art troupe. Not only did he not report, but sometimes he also pushed the performance arrangements.

Mr. Hou thought that He Xiangdong was not calmed down, so he asked him to calm down for a while before talking. He took the initiative to help He Xiangdong press the performance of the art troupe.

He Xiangdong was so happy, and he said it more happily in the small garden.

"Wow, everyone knows that Mr. Zhang is a crosstalk actor who is not like this, a crosstalk actor who is free from low-level fun, a crosstalk actor who is beneficial to the country, and a crosstalk actor who is beneficial to the people."

Zhang Wenhai couldn't help but interrupt, "Why do I sound so much like an elegiac couplet?"

"Hahaha" the audience laughed out loud.

He Xiangdong was also happy: "How can this be done? This is a summary of your life."

Zhang Wenhai said: "Hey, I'm still dead."

He Xiangdong corrected: "I am praising you, saying that you are different from others and are different from those ordinary people."

Zhang Wenhai smiled and said, "Oh, where is that different?"

He Xiangdong said to the audience: "I will tell you about Mr. Zhang's family affairs, and you all know it. This is not the matter now. Everyone knows that Mr. Zhang has a daughter at home, so everyone knows it. Then his daughter, oh t oh ​​oh oh oh oh."

He Xiangdong narrowed his eyes and his sleeves were rubbing back and forth on his mouth.

Seeing this scene, the audience burst into hilariousness.

Zhang Wenhai pushed He Xiangdong away, opened his mouth and cursed: "Are you greedy or you're like this? Where did you come from this action?"

He Xiangdong said: "Ah? No, I have something on my lips, I'll wipe it."

Zhang Wenhai sneered twice and took the initiative to break the topic back: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and tell me where I am unique."

He Xiangdong said: "This has to be said of your daughter when she was a child. At that time, everyone was still riding bicycles, the type of 28-weight bicycle with people behind her."

"Yes." Zhang Wenhai responded.

He Xiangdong continued: "Children usually sit on the back seat of the bicycle, and their father is riding the bicycle in front. The girl from Mr. Zhang loves to sit on the back seat of the bicycle. As a child, she is not sensible and does not care about doing things. After not sitting for a long time, the girl's feet are stuck in the rear wheel of the bicycle. If it were someone else, she would have to brake and see how her girl was doing."

Zhang Wenhai replied: "Yes, I have to see."

He Xiangdong clapped his hands: "But Mr. Zhang can be like this, he is an ordinary person."

Zhang Wenhai asked curiously: "Oh, then how am I?"

He Xiangdong snorted coldly and learned to move: "Stand up and ride."

"Wow" Zhang Wenhai screamed in shock and quickly grabbed He Xiangdong who was pedaling wildly.

The audience was already laughing.

After finally stopping He Xiangdong, Zhang Wenhai opened his mouth and squirted: "I'm here to see my legs, right?"

He Xiangdong said seriously: "It is different from others and is extraordinary."

"Go and go" Zhang Wenhai was extremely disgusted.

The audience was overjoyed.

He Xiangdong also smiled a few times and said, "There are many people in our backstage, and it's not just our Mr. Zhang. There is an actor named Guo Qing in our backstage. Everyone knows it. It's the tall, tall and thin one."

"Yes" the audience was also very excited, so they all got along.

He Xiangdong said: "Guo Qing doesn't have any other hobbies, it's delicious. He has to eat all kinds of specialties from all over the country and delicacies from all over the country. Last time, last Friday, he went to Yi's Japanese restaurant."

"I haven't been there, but we have watched it in TV and movies. Japanese people have to kneel down when they eat, and I don't know who is used to it. And what sashimi and seaweed rice they eat are all sashimi."

Zhang Wenhai corrected: "That's called sushi."

He Xiangdong said, "Okay, just sushi, we don't understand, but these things are too light. Guo Qing went there that day, and he looked at the menu and his brows frowned at that time."

Zhang Wenhai praised: "Hey, there is no oil."

He Xiangdong opened the folding fan and frowned as the menu, and imitated Guo Qing to say: "Why are all fish? They are all raw. You said it's okay if you braised it, how can you eat raw?"

After muttering a few times, He Xiangdong looked up and said loudly: "Well, waiter, do you have chickens here?"

He Xiangdong put down the fan, turned around and pretended to be a waitress. He put his hands on his mouth and shrewd, and said mysteriously: "Shh, I am."

"Ah" the audience made disgusting voices one after another.

Zhang Wenhai was also very novel when he looked at it, and he winked and said, "Oh, what's going on next?"

He Xiangdong continued: "The waitress will take Guo Qing to the small private room behind. Guo Qing is the first time he goes to a Japanese restaurant. He doesn't understand. If someone takes him away, then let's go. He thought he had to have a special small room for chicken eating."

The audience was all interested and stared at He Xiangdong with wide eyes.

He Xiangdong said: "While speaking, the waitress took Guo Qing to a small private room. This private room was strange, and she just had a bed and had nothing. Guo Qing was puzzled when she saw it, but it was the first time he went to a Japanese restaurant. He thought that the Japanese were eating chicken like this. In order not to show his timidity, he refused to ask."

"The waitress asked Guo Qing to sit down on the bed first, and she stood and took off her coat, then walked over and turned off the light, well, the next morning."

"Ah." The audience stopped doing it.

Zhang Wenhai also stopped He Xiangdong and smiled obscenely: "Hey, why did you miss the point? What's wrong with this night?"

He Xiangdong laughed: "Hehe, the next morning"

"Go, tell me what's going on." Zhang Wenhai urged.

He Xiangdong smiled and said, "What else can I do? Just eat chicken, chicken, right?"

"Ah." This time, the audience's booed loudly.
Chapter completed!