The audience was already smiling and leaning back and forth. There were many people sitting in the small cracks in the aisle, all sitting on small stools. They were already unsteady. Many people fell to the ground with laughter.

Old Ma is still comfortable. Old Ma is walking on three legs now, and there is a big chair sitting under his butt, which is very comfortable. The people next to him are tilted, which does not affect him at all.

The crosstalk performance on stage continued. Zhang Wenhai looked at He Xiangdong and exclaimed: "Ah? That hooligan is you?"

After hearing this, the audience couldn't laugh anymore.

He Xiangdong stopped doing it and said in a dialect, "Hey, what did you say, who is the hooligan?"

Zhang Wenhai said: "Don't you have a scar on your butt? You still say you are not a hooligan?"

He Xiangdong argued: "What's wrong with my butt? There are so many people with scars. They are all hooligans?"

Zhang Wenhai said: "Then you are not a hooligan, why do your village chief want to kill you?"

He Xiangdong explained: "Isn't this a misunderstanding? I have no choice but to go to Beijing to join my relatives."

"Oh, hehe." Zhang Wenhai sneered twice and asked, "What about your relatives?"

He Xiangdong spread his hands: "I didn't find it. It's the first time I came to Beijing. I was so immersed when I first came in. What a guy, the road was full of cars, and it was coming and going, and it was so scary. The building was still so high, and it seemed that there were dozens of floors when I counted."

Zhang Wenhai praised it: "Yes, this is called a skyscraper."

He Xiangdong said: "I don't know. I'm still standing downstairs and counting, one, two, three... Before we count for a while, a little boy came here."

"Yes." Zhang Wenhai responded.

He Xiangdong continued: "When the man came over, he asked me what I was doing, and I told him that I was counting the floors. Wow, that man had a very bad temper and immediately scolded me. He also said that the floors could not be counted casually. He also said that the government had regulations that it would be worth ten yuan to count one floor."

"Do you believe him?" Zhang Wenhai asked.

He Xiangdong said for granted: "Of course I believe it."

Zhang Wenhai asked again: "Then how much money did you give to others?"

He Xiangdong said: "He asked me what floor I counted, and I told me to count the fifth floor."

Zhang Wenhai said: "Then you gave them fifty dollars?"

"Yes." He Xiangdong nodded.

Zhang Wenhai said in surprise: "How can I give it?"

He Xiangdong said: "Give it, you don't know that this person is a fool."

Zhang Wenhai said in surprise: "Is he a fool?"

He Xiangdong said naturally: "Of course, he was deceived by me. He thought I really only counted the fifth floor? Wow, I have counted more than twenty floors long ago."

Zhang Wenhai: “…”

As soon as the burden of laying the groundwork came out, the audience burst into laughter.

"Ah." The audience cheered and booed in unison.

This crosstalk was accused of mocking the working people because of these burdens, and was later banned from performing. But if this crosstalk was mocking the working people in other places, it was also strictly speaking, otherwise it would not have been banned from performing.

However, in detail, all the timid and timid things in traditional crosstalk are a bit despised by foreigners. Including the Jingyun Drum, which was originally called the timid and later changed to the Jingyin singing, and then gradually became the Jingyun Drum.

This kind of wrong ideas of looking down on foreigners cannot be promoted, but in terms of a crosstalk, it is not as capable as promoting this and that. It is just to find a few baggages. It is fine if the audience is happy, but people who go out may forget to hear something.

The audience is very happy now.

There was a familiar figure outside the theater watching the lively scene, but she had not entered the venue for a long time. She looked at the door. It was obvious that the aisle on the ground was full of people, but there was still a seat in the No. 1 table in the theater garden, and no one sat there.

There were ripples in Ye Ziqing's beautiful eyes. He wanted to step in, but he sighed dejectedly. Finally, he looked at He Xiangdong, who was free and comfortable on the stage, and showed a happy and satisfied smile, and then smiled bitterly.

Her eyes swept through every place in the garden inch by inch, and her eyes were full of reluctance and nostalgia. After a while, she shook her head, let out a deep breath, and turned around and left as if she was free and easy.

Since Jiang Yisheng started to stumbling against He Xiangdong, Ye Ziqing has never come to Xiangwenshe to listen to crosstalk again. He Xiangdong knew that it was nothing to Ye Ziqing's business and also told Ye Ziqing, but he didn't know why this girl was so stubborn and refused to come.

Xiangwenshe has been open for eight years. Ye Ziqing is definitely the number one supporter of Tianzi. She was often seen during the old Xiangwenshe period. Later, after Xiangwenshe moved, for four years, Ye Ziqing came without any obstacles, and she could see her almost every day, and Table No. 1 was also her unshakable seat.

So even if Ye Ziqing did not come, He Xiangdong still left her seat. No matter how many people came, she could not sit in the theater, and the seat was still empty. Until many years later, this has become a rule of Xiang Wenshe.

No matter where the performance is, small theaters or large stages, as long as it is a special performance by Xiang Wenshe, the No. 1 position will always be empty. Many people are speculating whether it is left for a certain leader, and some people are speculating whether it is Xiang Wenshe's exclusive rules.

There was no consensus on the discussion, and even many people in the Xiangwen Society couldn't explain it clearly. Only those real elderly people in the Xiangwen Society knew something. Whenever they talked about this, they always sighed and refused to say much.

Ye Ziqing supported Xiang Wenshe all the way when she was at her most downturn, but when Xiang Wenshe was about to become popular, she left very decisively. Ye Ziqing is an audience member, but in the eyes of Xiang Wenshe and other elderly people, she is actually a member of Xiang Wenshe and a member of Xiang Wenshe and a member of her daily life for four years.

She is leaving now.

He Xiangdong couldn't tell what it felt like.

He Xiangdong knew that she didn't come because of shame and embarrassment.

Yes, He Xiangdong did think so at the beginning, and the location was also left for her, but many years passed, Ye Ziqing never appeared again.

He Xiangdong felt a little lost. Ye Ziqing didn't come because of shame, but it was not just because of shame...

Four years, four years, crosstalk is not a drug. No matter how much you love crosstalk, it is impossible for the audience to go to the theater garden for four years. It is rainy and rainy, and it has nothing to do with diseases, and friends don’t get together...

He Xiangdong, who never drank wine, only once in his life, had drunk so much that he had drunk. After getting drunk, he cried like a child...
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