After entering the ward, He Xiangdong walked to Fang Wenqi's bed and squatted down. At this time, Fang Wenqi's face was dim, his eyes were tightly closed, and he looked listless. He had a ventilator on his nose and a drip was hanging on his right hand.

He Xiangdong grabbed Fang Wenqi's wrinkled left hand, put it on his face, rubbed it slowly, and then looked at his master's already abnormal face, and he felt even more sad.

The moment he had already blurred, but in fact he had long thought that there would be such a day, but when this day really came, he still felt so difficult to accept.

In fact, He Xiangdong was also full of regret. He hated that he had not been able to take good care of Fang Wenqi for so many years. In the first years, he had a hard time living in Beijing. Even the food he had eaten was barely earned. He was suffering in Beijing.

So he didn't dare to take Fang Wenqi to Beijing, and everything he had in Beijing was always reported good news and not bad news. Even if he was forced to do so in Beijing, he just told his family that everything was fine.

It's always like this when you go out.

Fang Wenqi is taken care of by the Zhang family in Shanghai, so He Xiangdong is quite relieved. It is better than following himself to Beijing to endure hardships.

After coming this year, Xiang Wenshe finally became popular. He Xiangdong also gained much more money. He originally wanted to take Fang Wenqi to Beijing, but Fang Wenqi's health has been in poor health during this period, and he himself was busy.

I thought to wait for the New Year to see how the old man is in good health. If he is better, he will take it to Beijing and let him see Xiangwenshe, his disciples, and see how the crosstalk is now.

But before He Xiangdong could come back, such a thing happened again. It was really a matter of his son who wanted to support his parents but was not waiting for him. He Xiangdong felt very regretful.

Some things have to be done quickly. If you don’t do them for a while, it may be a lifetime of regret.

He Xiangdong sat next to Fang Wenqi's bed for a long time.

Tian Jiani has been by her side.

Xiao He also came in and called grandpa. Xiao He called Fang Wenqi grandpa, and He Xiangdong was an orphan. He really treated Fang Wenqi as his own father, so Xiao He also called Fang Wenqi grandpa.

Until late at night, the Zhang family also brought food, and He Xiangdong had no intention of eating these things. It was Tian Jiani who fed Xiao He some food. It was late at night, Tian Jiani took Xiao He back to Zhang's house to sleep first.

He Xiangdong didn't leave. He hadn't seen his master for a long time. He wanted to be with his master. That night, He Xiangdong didn't leave.

Fang Wenqi slept peacefully, her eyes closed, and she slept very deeply, with a stubborn and proud smile on the corner of her mouth.

He Xiangdong looked at his master's appearance and sighed, but he couldn't help laughing, saying, "Old man, old man, you should be happy now. Our Xiangwen Society is so popular. You know, we have held four or five commercial performances, and they are full."

"Business performance, you know it. It's the same as a concert for big singers. There are thousands of people in a performance, and each ticket costs hundreds of dollars, but the tickets are still not enough to sell. There are also those scalpers who keep throwing tickets there. You see, the audience is praising us."

He Xiangdong didn't know if Fang Wenqi could hear it, so he kept talking as he was about to be thirty years old, but he was still like a child, and he couldn't wait to report it to his parents after he had a small achievement.

"It's said that crosstalk is about to be over, and many people who say crosstalk think so. A group of people are trying to change careers. As for it? I thought the industry was in a downturn, but later I found out that it was the people in this industry who were in a downturn and I couldn't speak good crosstalk. Do you still blame the audience for not coming to listen?"

"Haha, after we became popular, many people also made trouble for us. A group of waste people are not capable of crosstalk, and they are good at finding trouble and fighting. But don't worry, they dare not speak anymore because they are not capable. After all, we craftsmen have to depend on their own abilities."

He Xiangdong stroked the white hair on Fang Wenqi's forehead and sighed deeply. Master is really old and is so old: "Master, Master, you said it would be great if you could last longer. Our Xiangwen Club is developing very fast now and will open a branch after the New Year. I was about to take you to see it."

As he was talking, He Xiangdong was already crying. In front of outsiders, he was always the fearless He Xiangdong, who dared to challenge the crosstalk world, but in front of Fang Wenqi, he was just a child who had not grown up.

He Xiangdong's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was filled with crying: "You know, now many people are begging to join our Xiangwen Club. What famous celebrities, crosstalk masters, and artists are here, and I still choose them. I don't want to be good at abilities, I don't want to sell those who can't sell them, and I don't want to be bad at human nature."

"But I am still young after all, and I can't handle many things. I point to you to help me check. You have the final say whether the art level is good or not. Many of them came from the system. They drove you away back then, but now you have the final say on whether they can enter Xiangwenshe."

He Xiangdong wiped his tears, but he couldn't stop: "Yes, you don't want me to make enemies with them. You always say that you can stay as a person and meet you in the future, but I can't swallow this. What the crosstalk world should give you, and I will help you get it back. You know, you are already quite famous in Beijing now, and in a while, I will do it. That's when you are glorious, why are you falling down now?"

"Oh..." He Xiangdong's face was so tense that he was flowing wildly on his face. He wiped it hard a few times and squeezed out an extremely ugly smile. "I am all a master and a father, why are you crying? If you see it, you have to say me again, but I hope you can talk about me more now and scold me more."

"Master, you have been stubborn all your life, but you should be proud and happy. Because time has proved everything, you are right, they are all wrong. Those who have to change to say new crosstalk in the system, look at what they are like now, and they have brought crosstalk to a dead end. Look at us, we are right, let's talk about traditional crosstalk, and we are talking about it among the people."

"Look at our Xiangwenshe, it's no longer popular. Only our path is the correct development path of crosstalk. You are right, they are all wrong. Master, you are right. You have not been in vain for so many years. You have left a spark for the crosstalk world. Master, hurry up, let's go back to Beijing, I know that there are still old acquaintances in Beijing. Then, let's go to other people's houses together to laugh at them. Hey, let's make these grandchildren do whatever they want. I guarantee that they won't say a word..."

"Hehe, Master, are you okay to get up? Just get up and look at me. Don't you always say that I am rich and festive? Get up and look at me, look at my little Dongzi, Master..."

Tian Jiani saw this scene outside the ward, squatting on the ground, crying in silence.
Chapter completed!