When Da Peng walked out of the radio building, it was already dark outside, and it was dark early in winter, and it was just the time to get off work.

Radio programs are live and recorded. Dapeng’s programs are all late at night, and they are folk art programs. He usually only plays a few crosstalks, sometimes he does not say much about things like reviews and drum pendants.

In addition, no one listened to this broken program, so he still recorded and rarely broadcast live broadcasts. The leader also approved it. This is the leader’s special concern for him.

Da Peng walked out of the building and looked at the hurried pedestrians on the road. He frowned tightly and looked depressed. He touched his hungry belly. There was dinner at the radio station, but he did not go.

He is very hungry now, but he doesn't want to go home, just feels very annoyed and feels panicked. He is walking alone on the road, and now Beijing is very cold, about ten degrees below zero, and the cold wind blows on his face like a knife.

Da Peng then remembered that he was in the office scarf. This kind of weather could not keep the cold wind blowing, otherwise he would have to catch a cold tomorrow. But he didn't want to go home. Seeing that there was a bus stop in front of him, Da Peng passed by.

After a while, the car arrived, and Da Peng didn't care about how many cars it was, so he took it directly. Although it was the evening rush hour now, the car was still quite empty. Da Peng sat down at the last position and looked at the scenery and the flow of people outside the car window. He didn't know where his thoughts had gone.

I don’t know when, but Da Peng fell in love with the feeling of taking the bus at night. When he looked at the pedestrians rushing in the night, he felt very peaceful and had an unprecedented peace and comfort.

So Da Peng enjoyed this feeling very much and was reluctant to let it go. Until the bus arrived at the terminal, Da Peng was tragically driven off by the driver.

After getting off the bus, Da Peng didn't know where he was. He just sat around and walked forward to take a look. After all, he was an old Beijinger and recognized it. This was the overpass.

Da Peng smiled bitterly and said self-deprecatingly: "Why are you here at the overpass? OK, now you're even further away from home."

Da Peng was so hungry that he saw someone setting up a stall on the roadside and some selling pancakes, Da Peng didn't pick it, so he went over to buy a pancake and ate it. He walked while eating, and within a few steps, Da Peng was attracted by the store in front.

This is an old-fashioned teahouse. There are not many teahouses in Beijing, but there are crosstalk in this teahouse, which is fun. There are few people in Beijing now who say crosstalk.

Da Peng gnawed the pancakes at the door for a while, and there were people coming and going. Dozens of people had already entered in just a while.

"The business is so good." Da Peng was slightly surprised.

He is a folk art show, so he naturally has a certain understanding of the folk art show in Beijing. He has also been to the small folk theater of crosstalk. He has been to the weekend crosstalk club opened by Douye last year. He has been to the weekend crosstalk club several times.

It was okay during the first time of opening, but no one watched it later. Others didn't know that a large part of the audience here were holding free tickets.

But it seems that the one here is not. Da Peng has been watching it for a long time, and all the audiences who entered are lined up at the door to spend money to buy tickets.

"I have so many people to watch it for money." Da Peng was really surprised this time.

"Why do you go in and check it out yourself?" Da Peng took out his cell phone to check the time. It was still early, and it was about seven o'clock. After watching the crosstalk, he went home. It was almost ten o'clock, just right.

"Okay." Da Peng ate the last bite of pancake, put the plastic bottom into his pocket, and walked to the door to buy a ticket.

Twenty-five-one, there is a teahouse, and a cup of tea with a lid bowl is also given. There are twenty-one seats in the back, and Da Peng sat in the fourth row.

After he entered, he thought the theater was good. The arrangement of the teahouse was very classic and elegant. The crosstalk platform had a bit of traditional flavor. There were tables for traditional crosstalk on the stage, and there were awake wood, folding fans, handkerchiefs and other objects on the table. The background of the stage was also very good.

Da Peng nodded. He liked such an environment very much.

The show started soon, and a fat young man came to the stage to report: "The Xiangwenshe crosstalk conference performance officially began. Please enjoy the crosstalk "Play Chess", performers: Chen Jun, Xue Guo."

After a while, the two of them appeared and the audience applause suddenly started.

Xue Guo and Guo Qing joined in, Xiang Wenshe's strength increased greatly, and He Xiangdong arranged a lot more staff. He asked Xue Guo and Chen Jun to work with each other for a while, but the second brother and Chen Jun were always unable to get along well, so he asked the senior to take these two children first, and the second brother also went to play a supporting role for Guo Qing.

Chen Jun stood up on the stage, saluted the audience, and then said, "When you come to the stage, you will introduce yourself first. My name is Chen Jun, and I am a primary apprentice in our Xiangwen Club. This teacher is by my side."

Xue Guo patted her chest: "Oh, I."

Chen Jun said: "The teacher next to me is Xue Guo, who is one of our teachers in Xiangwen Club."

Xue Guo smiled and said, "You have praised me."

Chen Jun waved his hand and said, "Our Teacher Xue Guo, his main job is not to speak crosstalk."

"Oh, that's that?"

Chen Jun smiled and said, "Did he sell it?"

Xue Guo quickly stopped him: "Hey, what did you say?"

Chen Jun said: "Didn't you call me sleeping? How obvious is this professionalism."

The audience laughed, and Da Peng also outlined a smile on his face.

Xue Guo corrected him and said, "My name is Xue Guo, can you straighten your tongue?"

Chen Jun said: "Xue Guo, yes, Xue Guo."

Xue Guo nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, this time I'm right."

Chen Jun continued to say to the audience: "We Teacher Xue Guo, our family is very happy. We have a wife and children. Our wife is very beautiful and well-educated. We are the ladies of wealthy families."

Xue Guo was a little embarrassed: "Hey, I'm lucky too."

Unexpectedly, Chen Jun said, "This wealthy family is a nightclub."

"Puff." Da Peng burst into laughter in an instant, and the audience burst into laughter.

Xue Guo only reacted at this time and shouted at the top of her voice: "Oh, the lady there?"

Chen Jun smiled badly and said, "You two colleagues are in the office."

"Go." Xue Guo shouted loudly.

...

The first show was very happy, and Da Peng couldn't stop laughing, and even forgot about his work.

He is a folk art program and has listened to a lot of crosstalks, but he has never heard of it so much fun. Moreover, the two of them on the stage are so interesting, and the burdens are very good. Although it is a bit meaty and vegetable, they are both very funny.

Da Peng sighed silently here, and the stage started to report again.
Chapter completed!