"Wait." When He Xiangdong had already stepped out of the store with one foot, Zhang Kuoru finally called him.

He Xiangdong stopped and looked back at him.

Zhang Kuoru also looked at the child in front of him, his lips trembled slightly and his brows were frowning tightly. Obviously, his heart was also struggling very hard.

Zhang Qingfeng's heart was raised after seeing this situation.

After a long time, Zhang Kuo felt as if he had lost his anger, and he became much more weak. He smiled bitterly and said, "I only accepted two apprentices in this life. They all learned skills from me since I was a child, and they started to eat and live, and taught them until they grew up. When they came to the stage to tell stories and become famous, they were like my own son. They also regarded me as their biological father and respected me very much."

He Xiangdong nodded, he could understand this kind of emotion very well.

"Oh," Zhang Kuoru sighed, and his whole body seemed to have grown a little older: "It's a pity that they fell ill and died when they were beaten to the point of being sent to the point of delivery. Haha, I was no different from a dead son. Whites gave him black men. I was also discouraged and decided not to talk about storytelling anymore. The years were chaotic, so my wife and I wandered around the world. Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, I finally came to Tianjin. Maybe it was God's pity that made me still have a son when I was old.

Zhang Kuoru looked at his son Zhang Qingfeng, and Zhang Qingfeng burst into tears. In his eyes, his father was a very ordinary cook. Who would have thought that he would have such a bumpy experience? Every sentence was like a knife, and his heart was so painful that he felt very uncomfortable.

Zhang Kuoru continued: "It's considered as a matter of stability after having a child. I have been helping people with kitchens in the canteen of the clothing factory to support my family. Although I earned more than before, I was still considered stable. Unfortunately, my wife lost her life in a few days and was also a person with no blessings. Alas. Later, after the reform and opening up, I allowed private business to be done, so I opened this small restaurant."

"I'm not a good person, but I have never done bad things in my life, and have never harmed anyone. I admit that I am poor and destitute, I admit that I am lonely and lonely, and I admit that I am white and black, but" Zhang Kuoru stared at He Xiangdong's eyes and said, "But after I was exhausted, I didn't admit that, I was unwilling, I was unwilling, I was unwilling."

He Xiangdong opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. Looking at the old man in front of him, his heart was full of bitterness.

Zhang Qingfeng even cried into tears. He choked and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, I will learn from you, I will learn from you, I will learn from you, I will learn from you, I will learn from you,"

Zhang Kuoru raised his head and sighed a long sigh, his eyes full of loneliness: "Qingfeng, I know you are such a good child, but you are really not suitable for this, and you are not interested in Quyi. I had this idea when you were young, but you really can't do it. If you have some talent, even if I give up my old face, I will beg my brothers to accept you so that you can accept my mantle. It's a pity."

Zhang Kuoru shook his head and looked at He Xiangdong again: "I thought my ability was going to be brought into the soil, and I would be sorry for Master's cultivation. However, I met you and I have heard your crosstalk more than once. Your talent is really good, really good."

"If you haven't come here, I'm afraid I'll take the initiative to ask your master for your apprenticeship in a few days. But you came to my shop that day. Little guy, do you know how happy I was at that time? I really thought this was a blessing given to me by God, which should not be lost." Zhang Kuoru's eyes were filled with excitement, and he said, "Do you think I really want to charge you more money? No, I just want you to come again next time. I not only want to see your ability, but also think about this little game before we two became disciples. This is how my first apprentice accepted it. He is more naughty than you."

Zhang Kuoru sighed, looked at He Xiangdong again, and said again: "What a pity."

"I" He Xiangdong wanted to speak but stopped. He was so sad that he was so sad that he didn't know what to say.

Zhang Qingfeng looked at He Xiangdong with red eyes and said solemnly: "As long as you are willing to take my father as your teacher, you can do anything you want."

"I"

Zhang Kuoru waved his hand, smiled lightly, and said, "Fate was a long time ago in our previous life. We don't have a fate with a master and apprentice in this life. There is no need to force it. He Xiangdong, you are a good child. Your master must be very pleased to have an apprentice like you."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang." He Xiangdong bowed deeply to Zhang Kuoru, and tears quietly slid down.

Zhang Kuoru stood up, walked slowly to the door with his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, sighed silently, and said, "Forget it, if you don't become a disciple, don't worship me, but my ability is not enough. He Xiangdong, are you willing to learn storytelling with me?"

Zhang Qingfeng quickly turned his head and looked at He Xiangdong expectantly.

He Xiangdong was stunned, then quickly reacted, immediately knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times respectfully at Zhang Kuoru's back.

That day, the sun was very bright in early winter, neither warm nor cold. He Xiangdong only remembered that the old man's back was very lonely and desolate, and he didn't know how he left. He was still immersed in the afternoon scene until the theater.

The master also saw that his weirdness was coming. He didn't say anything when he asked him. He was just stunned. His mind was very messy, but he had nothing. He just wanted to sleep well, and when he fell asleep, he would have no worries.

So he went home very early. This was the first time he had been in Tianjin so long that he had gone home so early. He slept at home and covered his head and slept very hard.

In fact, for artists, they mean not only having no children, but more importantly having no descendants. This lineage is absolutely amazing. No one inherits his skills and skills, and it is like having no children to retire and send off. Therefore, Zhang Kuoru was so looking forward to accepting He Xiangdong as his disciple.

It’s a pity that his son does not have this talent. Artists cannot accept disciples by their fathers. They must have to take others as their teachers, but they can learn their abilities from their fathers and inherit their father’s mantle. Mr. Ma Zhiming, the successor of the Ma School crosstalk, was recruited by Mr. Hou Baolin as his disciple and Dela as his junior brother, but he inherited the mantle of his father, Mr. Ma Sanli, and that’s the reason.

After practicing morning exercises the next day, He Xiangdong went directly to Zhang Kuoru's house. When he left, he bought a Tianjin Daily. He knew that this old man liked to read this.

When he arrived at someone's house, he helped sweep the floor and clean the table, wash his face, and serve Mr. Zhang for dinner. Although he did not nominally take Mr. Zhang as his teacher, he always recognized Zhang Kuoru very much and treated him as his own master.

Zhang Kuoru's eyes when he looked at He Xiangdong were also filled with relief.
Chapter completed!