In the evening, the actors were all in place, and they were ready in the backstage.

Gao Ganglong, the child, was holding a quick-pitched hand in his hand, muttering in his mouth, and was walking back and forth. He was memorizing the words.

Fan Wenquan was watching from the side. After watching for a long time, Old Fan was tired of his eyes. He stopped Gao Ganglong: "Xiao Gao, what are you doing? I'm going back and forth, I'm going to be stunned by you. Okay, take a break, aren't you tired?"

Gao Ganglong had a bitter face: "Master, I'm nervous."

Fan Wenquan shook his head and advised: "There are all such incidents. It's the first time I've been playing. I wasn't much better back then, just get through it. Oh, your master is here."

He Xiangdong just walked to the backstage. This is the branch of Xiangwenshe in Deqinglou, Dashilan. He Xiangdong will come to perform every week, and he will run at both venues.

He Xiangdong walked over and asked Fan Wenquan: "Uncle Master, you are resting."

Fan Wenquan nodded: "Yes, Xiao Gao said he was nervous."

He Xiangdong turned his head to look at Gao Ganglong, and when he saw his face turned red, he looked uneasy: "What's wrong, are you nervous?"

Gao Ganglong nodded.

He Xiangdong said, "Okay, then stop coming, change people."

"Ah?" Gao Ganglong was stunned at that time.

Fan Wenquan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He Xiangdong looked at Gao Ganglong and said, "Didn't you say you were nervous? Just don't go, so you won't be nervous."

Gao Ganglong's face turned red, and he became more embarrassed and nervous. Why didn't his master play according to the routine? He said he was nervous. Master should comfort himself, why did he just keep silent?

He Xiangdong asked again: "Do you still want to get on?"

Gao Ganglong gritted his teeth and said, "I want to go."

He has been waiting for this day for a long time, so why is he willing to give up before he even plays?

He Xiangdong nodded and said, "Okay, since you are going to play, then perform well, don't have this useless one."

"It's the master, I understand." Gao Ganglong lowered his head aggrievedly.

On the other hand, Hong Xiaohe and Guan Hong also changed their clothes and were ready to play at any time. Seeing that these two people were talking and laughing, He Xiangdong knew something in his heart. It seemed that Hong Xiaohe was still a little capable, otherwise he would not be so calm.

This is the difference between a mature actor and a primary school apprentice. People are chatting and laughing here, and Gao Ganglong is nervously about to wet his pants. This is the gap.

He Xiangdong also went over to chat with them for a few words and told them about the arrangements. Their program was placed on the second one, and Hong Xiaohe also nodded and agreed.

Time passed little by little, and the small theater started at seven o'clock. The host was He Xiangdong's apprentice Xiaohu. Apprentices cannot work behind closed doors when studying art, so they have to help in the teahouse garden. They must have an environment of being influenced by the eyes.

"Everyone is welcome to watch our Beijing Xiangwenshe crosstalk conference. Please enjoy the quick-paced "Zhuge Liang Bet" and the performer Gao Youcheng."

Gao Ganglong heard his name report on the stage on the side of the field goal. His uneasy heart, which had been squeezed by He Xiangdong, suddenly became revived. Gao Ganglong felt that his breathing was going to be difficult.

Xiaohu came down after the report. Seeing that Gao Ganglong could still be on the spot, he quickly urged: "What are you doing? Why are you standing there? Go up quickly."

Gao Ganglong turned his head to look at him, but he was a little confused: "Ah?"

Xiaohu pushed him and said, "Go up now."

Gao Ganglong was pushed out, and at first glance, he saw the crowded audience sitting in the audience, his face turned pale and his steps became weak, as if he was stepping on cotton. At this moment, Gao Ganglong's mind was blank, and he even forgot what he did to come on stage.

Gao Ganglong walked to the center of the stage dizzy and stared at the audience below. He finally didn't forget to bow, but this bow was too hard, so he smashed the vertical microphone again and smashed the microphone down.

Gao Gang picked up the microphone in a hurry and worked it for a long time before installing it. He was even more nervous. He could now clearly feel his heart beating wildly, and it was about to jump out.

He Xiangdong was watching at the end of the game. In fact, he was always watching every disciple who had just been on the court, and he had to look at their condition.

Seeing this scene, He Xiangdong shook his head in disappointment, and didn't have to continue listening. The child was determined to die on the stage.

Chen Jun's battle is also there, he is right next to He Xiangdong. He said to He Xiangdong: "Master, look, I just said you would not want to drive him away, and you still insist on accepting him as your disciple. This person is not a person who can eat this bowl of rice. Leaving him in Xiangwenshe is delaying him."

He Xiangdong said angrily: "Okay, shut up, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Jun shrugged and smiled helplessly.

On the stage, Gao Ganglong was already stupid.

The audience was impatient when they were waiting, and someone shouted, "Man, can you still sing a slogan anymore, why are you doing blindly?"

Gao Ganglong then returned to his body and grabbed the board with both hands and started to beat him: "I'm so sucking...bang..."

After a mistake, even the audience in the audience heard this.

"Ah..." There was a lot of booing.

"Hey" is a unique cheer in crosstalk, but it's not now. Now it's a typical cheer and cheer.

Gao Ganglong was about to cry, his face was as if he was so swollen that he was as if he was a monkey butt. He was still barely slamming: "I'm a silly, a silly, a silly. The small treasure box is a piece of copper, a skilled craftsman... and he made him..."

A quick-pin sing was stumble, and he forgot the lyrics after singing a few lines, and he couldn't remember what was behind him at all.

Gao Ganglong's heart was cold, and he felt his heart get cold, as if he had been pulled hard several times.

I have already memorized it very well, so how could it become like this when I go on stage? Gao Ganglong's eyes were all crying.

The audience was already impatient, and someone shouted at that time: "Okay, if you can't sing, just go on, don't stand on stage."

Gao Ganglong grabbed the quickbow hard, and tears came out. He didn't dare to let people see it. He immediately turned around and ran away, wiping his tears while running.

"Master." Chen Jun called out and looked at He Xiangdong helplessly.

He Xiangdong also frowned with a serious expression.

...

He Xiangdong also came out to apologize to the audience. This was a stage accident after all, so he, the headmaster, wouldn't do if he didn't come out and talk about it.

When the audience saw that He Xiangdong had come out to explain, they generously forgave the matter and they happily watched the performance.

The opening performance was made by brothers Su Shengde and Cai Shengyi. The two of them had a good job and the audience responded very well.

The next second show is the new Hong Xiaohe.
Chapter completed!