He Xiangdong had no father or mother, and was an orphan. At the end of his life, Fang Wenqi found an adoptive father and found him a support so that someone could take care of this poor child for him.

Although Fang Wenqi has always been in Shanghai, he actually feels like a mirror. The so-called big tree attracts wind, and his apprentice is so alternative, and he is incompatible with the mainstream crosstalk world. In addition, his bad temper he learned from him, how could he be so good in Beijing?

Fortunately, Mr. Hou San has taken care of him for so many years, and it is not easy for this child to be alone outside.

Today, Fang Wenqi begged Mr. Hou to accept He Xiangdong's godson, so that He Xiangdong could have a support in Beijing. In addition, He Xiangdong had no father or mother. After having an adopted father, he also had a thought in his heart, which could be considered a relative elder.

Fang Wenqi has done a good job.

For Mr. Hou San, he also likes He Xiangdong very much. He really treats He Xiangdong as his own child. This is not a scene or a verbal statement.

It is said that master and apprentice are like father and son, but even Mr. Hou San’s disciples are jealous of He Xiangdong being more favored than them. Mr. Hou San obviously likes He Xiangdong a little more.

Usually when they go to Hou’s house, they eat something together, or play billiards, drink tea and so on. That’s all.

But every time He Xiangdong went back, Mr. Hou San would cook for him to eat noodles with sauce. Mr. Hou San's specialty is Hou San's specialty and he doesn't make it easily.

The two of them ate fried noodles with sugar garlic, and chatted with crosstalk together at night. Mr. Hou liked to perform operas very much. He often played a sanxian and sang operas with He Xiangdong until midnight. The Hou family had a room for He Xiangdong to live.

This treatment is no different from that of a biological son.

In fact, they were almost breaking through this layer of window paper. Fang Wenqi saw all this and led to all this.

As long as He Xiangdong can get better, he will leave with peace of mind.

The audience has all entered the venue, the actors have changed into clothes, and they are ready to perform.

Everyone also kept their emotions clear. No matter what the audience is, they must be worthy of the audience when they go on stage and cannot bring the emotions from the audience to the stage. This is artistic ethics.

In front of the audience, the crew of the TV station's radio station also came, with long guns and short cannons in hand. All major media were in place and were ready for interviews.

Among the audience, there were also a lot of big names and big stars from the Liyuan Festival. Some sharp-eyed reporters also discovered that there were actually several superstars in the front row of the audience.

Even a king from Taiwan came and bought the first row of tickets.

The reporters all thought it was fun. It turns out that Taiwanese people also like crosstalk?

Speaking of Taiwanese crosstalk, it is really interesting. Crosstalk is a northern art and is popular in the Beijing-Tianjin area. In the past, because of the southern dialect problem, crosstalk was difficult to spread to the south.

In Taiwan, crosstalk has not actually been spread to Taiwan. There are also people who like crosstalk in Taiwan, and some elementary apprentices who have studied crosstalk for a few days. During that year, they secretly listened to mainland radio on the radio and secretly learned crosstalk in the radio.

They really learned something, and later they wrote crosstalk and performed on stage, and there were actually a few amazing characters.

There is another Taiwanese Mr. Lai Shengchuan who wrote a stage play called "Tonight, We Say Crosstalk", which also caused a great sensation.

There are rivers and lakes where there are people, and there are crosstalks where there are people.

At 7:25, the show will be about to start in five minutes. There are still people at the entrance of the Workers' Sports gate, and these people have not bought tickets.

Some people plan to go to the scene to buy tickets for scalpers, while others stand outside the door to see He Xiangdong or Fang Wenqi. Although they can't listen to crosstalk, it's good to be able to take a look.

At this time, an old red flag sedan slowly drove over, and a gray-haired old man got out of the car. The old man was wearing a thick down jacket. It was very cold outside and the snow had not melted. The snowy white in the distance contrasted with the gray white on the old man's head.

The old man gathered his clothes and said to the secretary beside him: "Let's go."

The two of them quickly stood beside the old man, and there was a very energetic young man standing next to him. The three of them walked into the theater together.

...

At 7:30, the crosstalk officially began.

The band sat down with the sheng, pipe, flute and flute. This time the musicians were the best masters He Xiangdong went to the Peking Opera Theater to invite.

The music sounded.

The actors came out one-on-one. This time, all the actors who were edited by Xiang Wenshe and not edited by him came, including the two children of Xiao He and Xiao Xue.

And those who came to help this time, such as Mr. Hou San, Mr. Shi, Chu Cheng and others, also came on the stage.

The truly resounding crosstalk world is half standing here. When Yang San went on stage, he burst into tears. When he bowed to the audience, tears fell out.

Wang Miwei, Zhang Kuoru and Bai Qiang were also on the stage, and the stage was full of people, both old and young, and people from all walks of life, so it was a feast of folk art.

He Xiangdong did not come out with Mr. Zhang this time, he walked out with Fang Wenqi. When the two appeared, more than 10,000 viewers suddenly burst into applause and cheers.

Fang Wenqi was carrying a coat and walking in the opera program. She was calm and confident, and she was a master-like demeanor.

Qian Guosheng, in the small room on the third floor of the theater, had a tight face when he saw his master coming out. When he saw his master's face, his sparse white hair, he burst into tears, and his chest was like a big rock pressing on him, which made him breathless.

Secretary Tao was watching from the side. Although he didn't know what his leader had to do with the man named Fang Wenqi, it seemed that their relationship was absolutely extraordinary now.

On the stage, Fang Wenqi walked to the funny position, and He Xiangdong stood beside him to measure his work for his master.

Fang Wenqi's thin body couldn't hold up his black coat. He adjusted the microphone in front of him and said to the audience: "Don't shout so loudly, I'm old and afraid."

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

There are two types of people who have the advantage of saying crosstalk. One is a child, who is very cute. As long as you tell a few little jokes on the stage, everyone will find it very fun.

Another type is an old artist, an old crosstalk artist with white hair and trembling walking, standing on the stage. As long as he can open his mouth, the audience will feel very satisfied.

Fang Wenqi is not only able to open his mouth, but now even He Xiangdong can't figure out his master's crosstalk level. He said that He Xiangdong's crosstalk is good, but He Xiangdong himself knows that he is no match for his master at all, and his master is completely comparable to any crosstalk master.

Qian Guosheng heard his master's voice again, his nose suddenly felt sore, and his eyelids were so weak that he grabbed the window ridge, his joints were white, and his eyes were staring at Fang Wenqi on the stage.

Fang Wenqi looked at the audience on the stage and stared at the audience, "There are so many people coming, so far away. This is the second floor. I'm just sitting so far away to see me. It's really, oh, do you really have no money to buy the tickets in front?"

"Haha..." The audience burst into laughter in an instant.

Fang Wenqi quickly found a way to make up for it himself, and he waved his hand: "No, I'm so confused."

Fang Wenqi's current image and his tone were really amazing. Many viewers were lit up at that time. This old man was so fun.

He Xiangdong also praised him: "Master, isn't you who said that?"

Fang Wenqi said: "This is just a little joke, which means there are many friends coming. How many people have come here today? It should be full if you dig the empty seat?"

The audience burst into laughter again.

"Ah..." The booed one after another.

The actors standing behind the father and father on the stage also burst into laughter.

He Xiangdong was also laughing, and he shouted, "Oh, Master, you don't take me to steal my job."

Fang Wenqi waved his hand and said indifferently: "Hey, why are you polite to me?"

He Xiangdong was anxious at the time: "Who is polite to whom?"

...

Qian Guosheng was both sad and happy when he watched it on the third floor. He hoped that he could be himself on the stage, but it was a pity, it was a pity.

Secretary Tao came over and said, "Manager Cao from the theater is here."

Qian Guosheng nodded.

Secretary Tao brought the person. As soon as Manager Cao saw Qian Guosheng, his fat face was filled with respectful smiles, and he hurriedly said politely: "Oh, oh, I didn't expect you to come to inspect. You see, I was not prepared, you see, this matter is a mess..."

Qian Guosheng pressed his hands and said, "It's okay, don't be nervous, I'm just here to watch the performance."

After saying that, he turned to the stands again.

Manager Cao hurriedly said, "Hey hey hey, it is our honor to be here. I will arrange for someone to serve melons and fruits and snacks."

Secretary Tao stopped Manager Cao, who was about to work hard, and asked: "Manager Cao, I would like to ask, did the old Mr. Fang Wenqi on the stage make any requests or needs?"

Manager Cao was stunned. He was not familiar with Fang Wenqi. He had seen him today, but he still said, "There is nothing else, there are many audiences without tickets outside that cannot enter. He joked that if I could put the tickets in, that's all."

Qian Guosheng said coldly without turning around, "Then why don't you let anyone go?"

When he heard this, Manager Cao was stunned on the spot.
Chapter completed!