He Xiangdong's hands holding the phone trembled, and his heart shook even more. He closed his eyes, turned off the phone, put it in his pocket, and he let out a breath and glanced at everyone in the background, but no one paid attention to him now.

He Xiangdong frowned slightly, his expression a little solemn, but soon he turned his head again and he didn't tell anyone about the text messages on his mobile phone.

He Xiangdong sighed softly, his face hesitated a little. He looked at the statue of the ancestor Dongfang Shuo, and the tablets and photos of his master Fang Wenqi who were worshipped in the backstage.

He Xiangdong looked at him several times, and his expression finally became firm. He subconsciously covered his pockets of his trouser pockets, then he closed his fists and placed his hand between his abdomen.

After He Xiangdong's subtle changes, none of the actors in the backstage showed up, and everything was as usual.

The actors were all very excited. After all, this place is the National Grand Theater, and being able to perform here is quite shameful. Even people like Ma Jinshan and Fukuto, who are used to scenes, have a little excited and red at this moment.

Not to mention other actors, some actors are not qualified to perform tonight, but they are very proud to be able to walk here for a while and can brag about their friends and family for half a year when they go back.

How many people in the entertainment industry can come here to perform now?

The backstage actors were all very excited, and the front stage audience was also very excited and excited. Those who came here to watch the performances were all fans of Xiang Wenshe. They all supported Xiang Wenshe and He Xiangdong for many years, and have also accompanied He Xiangdong to experience a lot.

Now that Xiangwen Club is getting better and better, He Xiangdong is getting better and better, they are also very excited, excited, and proud.

So now everyone on and off the stage is very excited, and He Xiangdong can clearly hear the cheers and laughter of the audience in front of the stage in the backstage.

Tonight is a feast of crosstalk, and tonight is a big day for Xiangwenshe.

Tonight is also the day for the actors of Xiangwen Club to perform to the audience.

The last point is the most important point.

No matter what height a crosstalk actor reaches, he must never forget this.

...

There are crosstalk shows one after another, He Xiangdong and Xue Guo are the second one to appear. The order of their appearance is 2,4 and 6, and commercial performances are almost the same as six programs.

Tonight is a large-scale performance and the closing ceremony of the Xiangwenshe tour. He Xiangdong really wants to thank the audience who have supported Xiangwenshe for so many years, so they are preparing to perform this performance tonight at 12 o'clock.

There are eight programs, He Xiangdong and Xue Guo perform four, two, four, six, eight, and four big jobs. Fortunately, He Xiangdong and Xue Guo are young and strong, otherwise they will be exhausted and vomit blood.

Mr. Zhang Wenhai was seriously ill and was very uncomfortable, so he didn't come to the performance tonight. Since Zhang Wenhai was diagnosed with the disease, he has become much weaker in the past two years, and has lost weight and his head is snow-white. He Xiangdong went to see Zhang Wenhai two days ago. Mr. Zhang has struggled to speak now, and he can't even speak.

He Xiangdong sighed. He and Zhang Wenhai have known each other for ten years. The old man has been helping him and helping him to the present. If it weren't for Mr. Zhang, Xiang Wenshe would not have been able to survive today and would not have achieved what he is today.

What a bad old man, what a good crosstalk actor, but now he can't even speak.

He Xiangdong still remembers the fact that Mr. Zhang told him the truth and broke the truth. He Xiangdong has been in the art for decades, and it was the first time that he forgot lyrics for the first time.

While He Xiangdong was preparing in the backstage, he suddenly walked out alone and walked through the corridor to another small room.

Looking at the dark night outside the window, He Xiangdong looked depressed. He took out his cell phone and called Zhang Wenhai's daughter: "Hey, it's me."

The other end of the phone was a little surprised: "Teacher He? Aren't you performing tonight? Why are you still free to call me?"

He Xiangdong held his hand on the window, subconsciously buckled his fingers a few times, frowned tightly, and said, "It's okay, everything went smoothly in the performance. I just wanted to call over and ask your father's health. Is it better?"

Zhang Wenhai's daughter was also taking care of him in the hospital. His daughter looked at Mr. Zhang lying on the hospital bed and said to He Xiangdong: "It's okay, I can eat more today. I ate a bowl of wontons tonight, which made me feel a little bit of an appetite. The main reason is that he was not very comfortable after chemotherapy."

"Yeah." He Xiangdong responded and said, "Okay, it's a good thing to eat. Please let the old man have a good rest. I'll go see him after the performance."

"Okay." The other end of the phone responded.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Wenhai turned his head to look at his daughter. His daughter shook her cell phone and replied: "It was He Xiangdong who called."

Zhang Wenhai frowned and looked puzzled.

He Xiangdong hung up the phone, looked at the night outside the window, and sighed deeply...

The eight performances ended and four times returned. It was already past one o'clock in the evening. The performance ended and the audience ended.

He Xiangdong signed the autographs to the audience surrounding the stage. He Xiangdong has always been very good to the audience, and he is also tirelessly signing the reputation for them.

This time it was almost two o'clock.

The audience left reluctantly.

He Xiangdong and a group of actors also changed their clothes and prepared to leave.

The staff at the theater were yawning for so long, and they didn't expect that He Xiangdong and the others could perform for so long, which made them wait for so long.

When I came to rent the theater, I said it would be almost over at 12 o'clock, but now it has been delayed for two hours.

They were speechless, too.

The actors were very excited after the performance ended, and the people from Fang Huantian Media were also very happy. After all, the 10th anniversary tour of Xiangwenshe began perfectly and ended perfectly.

For the actors of Xiangwen Club, which group in the crosstalk industry can do this?

They created miracles, a miracle that belongs to the crosstalk world and the folk art world.

For Huantian Media, they are also very successful. This national tour, they also made a lot of money. Moreover, with this tour, their company has accumulated a lot of commercial performance experience and has had friendship with commercial performance parties across the country. This will be of great benefit to their company's future exhibitions.

Everyone was very happy.

Qiao Yu directly booked a small banquet hall and invited Xiangwenshe, Huantian Media, and theatre people to have a celebration banquet together. This is one of the old rules of commercial performances.

After all, the commercial performance was very successful, and everyone can understand it if they are happy.

Qiao Yu waved his hand and said to everyone happily: "Come on, let's go. I've booked a few buses. Let's just go to the hotel."

"Okay."

"Boss Qiao is so proud."

"Haha, what activities do we have after we finish our meal?"

Qiao Yu replied, "Everything is OK, go to the bar? Go to sing? You choose the place, I'll take the consumption."

"Okay." A group of people cheered and applauded.

Xue Guo was also laughing from the side.

Everyone had already changed their clothes and was about to leave the backstage.

Qiao Yu laughed a few times, looked at He Xiangdong beside him, and asked, "Teacher He, see if you have any good places to recommend. After we finish our meal, we will kill us together."

He Xiangdong's face was very serious. He shook his head slightly, looked up at everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Actors of Xiang Wenshe, no party tonight."

Everyone was stunned.

Qiao Yu was obviously stunned for a moment, and then asked, "What's wrong with this?"

Xue Guo also frowned. He knew that Mr. Hou San had not come to participate in the performance before, but he didn't know the reason. Now seeing He Xiangdong's performance, he suddenly had a particularly bad thought in his heart. He asked, "What's wrong with him?"

He Xiangdong took out his cell phone, clicked on the text message he had received before, and handed it to Xue Guo to see.

Xue Guo took it and saw that her face changed instantly. She jumped up like a cat with a fur with her tail. He exclaimed: "What?"

The text message read a sentence, "Teacher Ma suddenly had a heart attack and had passed away."
Chapter completed!