There will be countless encounters in life, and every encounter will have every mentality, whether joy, nostalgia, sadness, or anger. All kinds of life are all in it.

The first time He Xiangdong saw her was more than ten years ago. At that time, He Xiangdong was just a little artist wandering around, and he was surrounded by Fang Wenqi, who was already old and poor in health.

But at that time she was still naive, had just completed the college entrance examination and was successfully admitted to Beijing Normal University.

He Xiangdong is simply incomparable to others. One is the pride of heaven and the other is a gangster artist.

I think He Xiangdong must have inferiority and helpless open-mindedness when facing her at that time.

The second encounter was in Beijing. At that time, He Xiangdong founded Xiangwenshe, but Xiangwenshe was in poor business, and He Xiangwenshe could not even make money for his own food.

At that time, she was a top student in the country's first-class university. The gap between the two was still very big. There was no excitement and joy when they met again. For He Xiangdong, some of them might be just embarrassment and embarrassment. After all, the person who was most reluctant to meet when they were down and out was the acquaintances of those who were the ones they were back then.

Today is the third time we met.

Compared to that year, it has been ten years.

The down-and-out little artist in the world back then has grown up like this, and has become the most popular actor in the crosstalk world today, and is even not inferior to that of an ordinary first-line artist. He also launched a national tour with countless fans, fans and countless praises.

However, He Xiangdong knew nothing about her current situation.

Today, we have met three times and are full of mentality. Now He Xiangdong can finally stand in front of her with enough confidence.

But for some reason, He Xiangdong couldn't feel excited, nor did he feel proud.

Maybe it's just because she never disliked herself.

He Xiangdong looked at the man in the second row, and the man was also looking at He Xiangdong, his eyes filled with tears.

He Xiangdong already felt that his mind could not think. Thousands of viewers in the audience were gone, and there was only one person left behind, the one who was soft and weak.

The eyes were facing each other for a long time.

He Xiangdong felt a little smile appearing on his face. He spoke in a voice that he could only hear: "Hello, Zhou Qingqing."

...

Xue Guo stood inside the table and first sorted out the somewhat messy handkerchief. The audience who came to give gifts were already surrounded by the stage, holding the gifts high.

Xue Guo settled the thing and looked at He Xiangdong in confusion. Things like receiving gifts are usually funny. If the audience gave them to the supporting actor by name, then the supporting actor will go out.

So He Xiangdong should have gone out to receive the gift now, but why was he still standing there? Xue Guo saw it clearly. This kid was really stunned. What was he doing?

Xue Guo was puzzled.

The audience in the audience was already anxious, and someone was shouting: "Teacher He, Teacher Xue..."

Xue Guo touched her nose, and didn't know what He Xiangdong was sucking madly, but it was not easy for the audience to just stand it. He helped He Xiangdong hold it up. He patted He Xiangdong on the shoulder and asked, "Hey, Teacher He, what are you looking at? You're so serious?"

After being slapped by Xue Guo, He Xiangdong finally came to his senses. He let out a breath, his mind turned rapidly, and he caught the words with his mouth: "It's okay, I just saw an iron stick standing on a seat below the audience, and the elder brother sat down with his butt."

"Wow!" Xue Guo screamed in surprise.

He Xiangdong said: "I'm still wondering. I've been watching for a long time, why didn't he react?"

Xue Guo nodded: "This must be a strong man."

"Ah..." The audience booed in disgust.

After saying a few words, he shook two bags and went out, and the audience was happy to coax. The thing about He Xiangdong being stunned on the stage just now was over, and no one would care.

It is not said that there is no stage accident on the crosstalk stage. It is not scary to have an accident. This is normal. Just handle the accident properly. This is the place to see what you can do.

After shaking his burden, He Xiangdong then stepped forward to receive the gift. Xue Guo was not idle either and followed him.

After receiving the gifts, the two of them piled up a bunch of gifts on the stage, and returned to their crosstalk position.

He Xiangdong smiled and said to the audience: "Many people come..."

"Ah..." The audience's booed immediately interrupted He Xiangdong's words.

He Xiangdong laughed loudly, pointed at the audience and said, "You have learned bad things."

"Ah." Another stronger boo.

Xue Guo also laughed from the side and said to He Xiangdong: "Don't come here, your broken thing is so smelly that it's coming to Shandong."

He Xiangdong laughed and scolded: "Go to yours, I am an elegant art."

"Ah." The audience started to cheer again.

Xue Guo also smiled and said, "That was not what you said when you were scolded."

He Xiangdong turned around and said, "Go to you, don't make trouble for me."

Xue Guo was stunned: "Me?"

It only took a few minutes to start, and the stage was already very lively, and the audience's emotions were all motivated by He Xiangdong. This is a real skill.

After the few jokes on Yingmen were shaken, He Xiangdong and Xue Guo introduced themselves again, and they had to say this in crosstalk. Water has no constant momentum and people have no fixed shape. Crosstalk cannot be said to be dead.

It’s not just a sentence of each sentence in the book, this is to say crosstalk. You have to say crosstalk. Speaking is to chat. You just say crosstalk during chat. This is the ability.

He Xiangdong looked at Zhou Qingqing sitting in the audience again. Although he had a lot of thoughts in his heart, he could no longer affect his mentality as he did at the beginning. After all, he is an excellent crosstalk actor and can control his emotions.

Zhou Qingqing was also looking at He Xiangdong on the stage, and his initial excitement gradually calmed down.

When he saw He Xiangdong again, Zhou Qingqing felt that she was not as excited as she thought. Is she old? Is she no longer the impulse she was as a girl?

Zhou Qingqing lowered her eyes, with a look of pity and loneliness. Her attention was not on the stage, nor even on He Xiangdong.

Even Zhou Qingqing didn't know what she was thinking now. She didn't have the joy and excitement of reunion as she imagined, but she was not disappointed. An unspeakable complex mentality lingered in her heart.

I don’t know how long it took, but a picture suddenly appeared in Zhou Qingqing’s mind, who was silent with his head down.

On a summer night, by the pond, a lonely boy lay on the big rock and murmured to himself, reminiscing about the past; the girl was beside him, listening quietly, caressing her white skirt, and driving away mosquitoes.

That night, the sound of frogs roared, but it was so beautiful.
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