Mr. Hou turned his head and looked at He Xiangdong. As long as He Xiangdong still wanted to stay in this circle, he could not avoid this problem. He had to face it and make a choice.

He explained the amazing relationship here clearly to the child; he also gave advice to the child for the future development direction.

But the child never gave him a clear answer. Mr. Hou San didn't know what He Xiangdong was thinking. He originally wanted to give He Xiangdong more time to think and accept.

But unexpectedly, when he came to record a program, the host was so desperate that he actually talked about this matter again. Mr. Hou San was wondering whether to interrupt the host's question and let He Xiangdong show something else.

But this matter must be solved, and it is not a big deal to avoid it. This child has to make a choice after all.

"I hope this child can be a little more realistic." Mr. Hou San looked at He Xiangdong with his heart in mind.

After a little calming, He Xiangdong stood up and said to the audience without looking at Master Hou San, "Okay, then I'll show you a little bit."

Yang Qin took the lead in applauding: "Okay, let's welcome you."

The audience applauded with great shame.

He Xiangdong stood in the middle and said, "Let's talk and learn to sing, and say it first. The crosstalk actors must be clean and not have big tongues. Every word they say must be heard clearly."

"We are very proud of our crosstalk master, Mr. Gao Deming, once said that the crosstalk actors have a few words that must be clearly stated, just like this sentence, spending 200 yuan to buy a pig, drinking water, eating beans, and then throwing it out of the wall, guess what? It's dead. This is very proud."

The audience is very interesting. At most, they only watch a few crosstalks on TV. They don’t know the tricks here, and they sound quite fun now.

He Xiangdong paused slightly and continued to say, "This means that the next thing is to learn. There are more things to learn, learn to fly in the sky, run on the ground, jump in the grass, and swim in the river. These are all. They include learning the speaking of people from all provinces and dialects of various locals."

"besides"

Master Hou San's heart was in his throat, and his eyes widened and looked at He Xiangdong.

Yang Qin looked at He Xiangdong without blinking.

He Xiangdong showed a smile and said calmly and firmly: "There is also learning to sing, learning to sing opera, learning to sing opera, learning to sing opera, and learning the music arts of various places. What kind of small tunes are all about learning."

"It's over." Mr. Hou was depressed and loose, and he fell into the sand.

The audience was also surprised and showed a look of confusion.

Yang Qin asked in confusion: "Oh? Is this learning?"

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "Yes, this is learning. Because there are special singers singing, special opera actors singing, and professional actors with minor tunes and minor tunes. We crosstalk actors are just learning to sing, and this is learning to sing, which should be summarized in learning."

Master Hou San's face looked ugly.

Yang Qin continued to ask, "Oh, this view is very fresh. We didn't listen to this before. Didn't we all talk about the singing of the sing, including singing and singing opera?"

He Xiangdong said: "No, the real lyrics of crosstalk actors are Taiping. This is the song of our crosstalk, which is the type of music in our own sect. In the past, in the old society, if there were crosstalk actors who could not sing Taiping lyrics, others would have to get 75 yuan, why, short-term homework."

The audience's eyes widened, and they seemed to have found something extraordinary.

Yang Qin smiled and asked, "Then you sing the lyrics of Taiping for us."

"Okay." He Xiangdong responded and said, "The lyrics of Taiping are special instruments called Yuzi, which are two bamboo pieces. I didn't bring them here today, so I hit the board with my hands and sang them to everyone."

"Okay" the audience applauded.

He Xiangdong looked for a board with his hands and opened his mouth and sang: "The Shi Chong, rich and rich, Fan Dan, is poor, and is lucky, and is late, and the grandfather Peng Zuye is long and handsome and has a short life. Six people are in the five elements."

He Xiangdong sang a small sing of the Taigong selling noodles.

Yang Qin sighed, "This is really different from what we usually hear. Is there anything else?"

He Xiangdongdao: "There are more tracks, and the cost is large, and the small pieces are divided into hundreds of pieces."

Yang Qin asked again: "Since there are so many passages, why don't crosstalk actors sing now?"

He Xiangdong showed a sarcasm on his face: "Because they don't know."

Yang Qin didn't expect He Xiangdong's answer to be so direct. After being slightly surprised, an excitement flashed in her eyes: "Oh, what do you mean is that because they can't sing the lyrics of Taiping, they can rap and opera. Is it the song in the four classes of crosstalk?"

He Xiangdong stared at Yang Qin with a bright look, and Yang Qin didn't dare to look at him.

"That's right." Finally, He Xiangdong answered.

"Wow" the audience was in an uproar.

Master Hou's face became even darker, but he still didn't stand up to stop He Xiangdong.

Yang Qin's smile even more: "Oh, I heard that there are not only four subjects in crosstalk, but also twelve subjects. Is that true?"

He Xiangdong turned his head to look at her again, his eyes deep.

Even Master Hou was staring at Yang Qin, with a little anger in his eyes.

Mr. Hou drove back by himself. He Xiangdong sat in the passenger seat. Mr. Hou said no, and the atmosphere in the car was depressing.

He Xiangdong looked at the abortion and buildings outside the window, but didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, the car had already driven to the underground garage in Hou Sanye's community. Although the car had turned off, neither of them had the intention to get off.

Master Hou San groped up and down on his body.

He Xiangdong handed over the cigarette: "Because you were going to the TV station, you didn't bring it when you went out. I took a bag from you and put it in your pocket."

Master Hou San moved his eyes, took the cigarette, tore it apart, took out a piece of it, lit it, and sucked it.

"Sorry." He Xiangdong sighed softly and apologized.

"Why?" Master Hou San's tone was very heavy.

He Xiangdong shook his head and replied, "I can't convince myself."

Mr. Hou San's tone became stern: "Don't you want to endure it? Is it your decision to endure it for the past period of time. If you want to get things done, can't you even endure this little thing?"
Chapter completed!