Xiao He walked to He Xiangdong's side, He Xiangdong touched Xiao He's head, and asked with a smile: "Son, tell everyone what your name is."

Xiao He's face was full of laughter, and he shouted loudly, "My name is Xue Xiaobao."

The audience burst into laughter.

The actors on stage are no longer able to stand.

Even He Xiangdong was confused. He had never taught the child to say this. The burden he originally planned to accept was that He was his biological son, and then he would squeeze Xue Guo out. Who knew that Xiao He actually said this.

Who taught him?

Seeing the earth-shaking reaction of the audience in front of him, Xiao He was not afraid at all, but became even more excited, with a smug smile on his face, and waved his hands to greet the audience.

Xue Guo also took the blame at this time. He shouted in grief: "Son."

Then he was about to rush towards Xiao He, and He Xiangdong quickly stopped Xue Guo, and the stage was very lively.

The audience was so happy that they were all so happy.

Zhao Fenghua said angrily: "It's so vulgar."

Yan Xiaohua also followed up: "Pollution of the public's spirit."

Ding Yiqun didn't say anything, but his eyes also showed a bit of contempt.

If Xiang Wenshe only relies on such vulgar jokes to please the audience, then he really has nothing to worry about. The reason is very simple. Such vulgar jokes are OK in small theaters, but they cannot be used on TV. TV stations have broadcast standards.

If you can't get on TV, Xiang Wenshe will always be in a corner and will have no conflict of interest with him, so you can't make a fight with Xiang Wenshe anymore, and you will even make an extra enemy for yourself for no reason.

In an instant, Ding Yiqun had a scheming in his heart.

There are many colleagues who have this kind of idea. Almost instantly, they thought that Xiang Wenshe relied on this kind of joke to please the audience. Today's lively venues come from this.

At that time, many colleagues secretly despised Xiang Wenshe and looked down on Xiang Wenshe. It would definitely not last long if they rely solely on this kind of thing, and the audience would be bored without long.

On the stage, He Xiangdong comforted the excited Xue Guo, turned his head and asked his son in grief and anger: "Are you here to smash the situation?

As soon as the words came out, the audience burst into laughter again.

Xue Guo also kept laughing, but Xiao He still stared at his cute big eyes. He didn't understand what it was to smash the situation, so he said, "I don't know either."

He Xiangdong said: "You are really reasonable."

After the scene was quiet a little, He Xiangdong introduced to the audience: "This child is my son and a crosstalk actor of our Xiangwen Club. His master is Teacher Xue Guo."

Xue Guo nodded and said, "That's right, it's me."

He Xiangdong continued: "And this little fat man is Teacher Xue Guo's apprentice, named He Xiaobao."

Xue Guo quickly stopped He Xiangdong: "You can wait a while, why are you calling He Xiaobao again?"

He Xiangdong asked back, "What else would it be called?"

Xue Guo said: "My son is Xue Yanchen."

He Xiangdong said: "Yes, Xue Yanchen, this child is my apprentice, so our sons worship each other as their teachers. This has professional terms in our crosstalk."

Xue Guo said: "Hey, let me tell me."

He Xiangdong said loudly: "This is called interchange of hostages."

"Ah?" Xue Guo was stunned.

He Xiangdong said: "You can't run away, otherwise I'll slap your son."

"Okay, I'm still dependent on it." Xue Guo was helpless.

The audience laughed.

After He Xiangdong introduced the two children seriously and injustice, he did not continue to introduce them because everyone was waiting to listen to crosstalk, so we should not waste too much time at the opening.

He Xiangdong said: "We are a special crosstalk show that is on the verge of losing. Everyone listens to it and feel the taste of traditional crosstalk. If everyone is not in a hurry to leave, just stay for a while. At the end, I will tell you a small story and a story of a persistent old man."

The audience who were not sure were naturally confused when they heard it. People like Mr. Shi, Mr. Chu Cheng, who knew some of the inside stories, certainly knew what He Xiangdong was talking about. They sighed and looked heavy.

As for Fan Wenquan, he looked even more desolate. Fang Wenqi was just a crosstalk companion to them, and he couldn't even say good friends.

But for him, Fang Wenqi is his senior brother, the senior brother who grew up with him. He knows his senior brother’s experience over the years and feels very sorry for his senior brother’s suffering over the years.

He Xiangdong frowned, but said nothing more, and said, "In the traditional crosstalk garden, crosstalk conferences are going to be performed. At the beginning, the actors have to come on stage to sing a opening sing together. Now no one is here, but we, Xiang Wenshe, have inherited this habit."

"So what are you singing? Basically, there are some small tunes. The opening is usually the ten-don lotus flower falls, such as four joys, slaps, etc. What we are going to sing today is the West Chamber, the music brand is the same and the lyrics are different."

"There were originally ones in the West Chamber. Old artists also sang at the opening, but it was lost later. We took a lot of effort to sort it out. Now we will sing it for everyone."

"Okay..." The audience applauded, and it was really a traditional crosstalk special show on the verge of losing. It was a lost plaything from the beginning.

My colleagues were still a little puzzled. There were many people here who had transferred their careers and had never systematically learned crosstalk and didn't know the opening songs, so the West Chamber was even more unaware of it.

The musicians were ready in the audience.

He Xiangdong opened his mouth and sang according to his eyes that he was not idle: "A bright moon shines on the west wing, the beautiful woman Yingying Hongniang, San asked Zhang Sheng to come to the meeting, and no one jumped over the flower wall..."

How amazing is He Xiangdong’s Liu’s work? Many viewers were intoxicated by this sentence and listened very freshly. Many people have been listening to such a large crosstalk conference for the first time. After all, He Xiangdong has only become popular for a few months.

There are several people who listened to the stupidity of the peers. They just said that Xiang Wenshe was just relying on such vulgar jokes to please the audience, but they turned around and gave him a lost folk art treasure.

It's so fierce at the beginning, how do you perform later?

Zhao Fenghua and others looked very unhappy. In the past, when they were in the system, they could still scold He Xiangdong for not saying traditional crosstalk. Now that it is the folk, no one can point fingers at He Xiangdong anymore.

Ding Yiqun frowned and looked solemn.

He Xiangdong on the stage finished singing the ten-but-free song, and then changed the song and sang four joys: "My sister embroidered an incense bag in the room, embroidered all kinds of people in the west wing. On this side is Miss Cui, and on the other side is Zhang Xiucai."

The band's drum beats: "Dou Dou gets beans and beans choke."

One of the seniors of the Bao generation sitting in the crowd was Mr. Zhang Baoku. The old man also valued He Xiangdong very much. He couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and there was a sense of surprise in his words: "It's really an old smell."

The few people next to him looked at him, and his expression was a little complicated and confused. Crosstalk demands for new changes have been promoted for many years and have been practicing for many years, but the current situation of crosstalk is still getting worse and worse. However, Xiang Wenshe is now speaking traditional crosstalk, and they are still so popular.

So...who is wrong?
Chapter completed!