After the performance that night, He Xiangdong followed his master home with his head hanging down. He walked in the backstage and didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't know what to say.

After arriving at home, Fang Wenqi found a chair and sat down. He picked up a large enamel pot and drank several sips of cold water, put down the cup, and looked at his already a little anxious apprentice.

He Xiangdong looked up at the master with some fear, then quickly lowered his head, knelt down, and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong."

Fang Wenqi sighed silently, and he was a little unhappy with his disciple's behavior. It was not that he was unwilling to be a storyteller master, but he had to say something to himself in such a big matter.

"Get up." Fang Wenqi said.

He Xiangdong was unmoved and still knelt on the ground.

Fang Wenqi looked at him and asked, "When did you worship Mr. Zhang?"

He Xiangdong shook his head and said, "I did not worship him as his teacher."

"What?" Fang Wenqi screamed: "You are lying in front of you?"

This problem is so serious. Master admits it randomly. If this matter is spread, Dongzi will never stop engaging in the art world in this life. Fang Wenqi is really angry this time, which is much more serious than before. This child is too ignorant, so why do he do so randomly?

He was no longer vague and shouted sternly: "Let the matter be clear, what's going on."

He Xiangdong's body trembled and immediately whispered about what happened. From the beginning, he and the fat man went to a restaurant for dinner. When it comes to betting, making trouble, and Zhang Kuoru wanted to accept him as his disciple, he refused, but he still learned from others.

Fang Wenqi was also surprised to hear it. He didn't expect that his little apprentice had experienced so many things just after such a little life. From the beginning, he heard that Zhang Kuoru was indeed near the theater, and he was relieved because Mr. Zhang had been away from the art world for a long time and had no idea of ​​life and death. What he feared most was that Mr. Zhang had been lying to the ages, and his apprentice was still lying to others under the banner of others. If he was found out by the Storyteller Sect, it would be a great revenge that would never end.

It’s better if the person is still there. Fang Wenqi even thought about giving up his old face. He had to let Mr. Zhang accept this child no matter how hard he was. Dongzi’s career as an artist must be stopped here.

When he heard that Zhang Kuoru wanted to accept a disciple but Dongzi refused, he was very excited and moved. Zhang Kuoru's vein was different from him. He was a famous family and passed down from generation to generation. Dongzi joined his family and would have a smooth journey in the future.

It is not impossible to say that his lineage is born by a wild path. He and his master were self-taught and had no family members. Later, they also became masters of the Shou generation who could not make it and changed their business. In fact, that senior was much younger than the master of Wenqi, but he still became masters just for his family members.

That man himself can't make it, so how can he teach Fang Wenqi's master and apprentice? In fact, he has no great ability and has never been able to do anything.

Even Fang Wenqi himself asked Baijiayi and suffered countless hardships before finally becoming famous. However, the good times did not last long. After a few years, he was rebelled by the Quyi Group and later disappeared for decades. Who else knew about him except his old friends?

Just like now, Dongzi goes out to report the family and reports Fang Wenqi, how many people are willing to sell their face. This is the case in the art world. After you get a famous teacher or a famous family, you will be much easier to make things happen. If others want to make things difficult for you, you will carefully consider the backing behind you. However, others don’t have so much concern about the origin of a small family. Fang Wenqi suffered a lot of losses on this back then, and probably his apprentice won’t be able to get it in the future.

"Oh" Fang Wenqi walked over and helped He Xiangdong up. His eyes flashed with kindness. It was clearly the children he raised step by step, so why is the difference so big? He said: "Child, just wash and go to bed. I will visit Mr. Zhang's house tomorrow."

"Ah" He Xiangdong looked up at his master in surprise.

The next day, Fang Wenqi bought some gifts and took He Xiangdong to visit Zhang Kuoru's home.

Faced with the visit of the master and apprentice, Zhang Kuoru was a little surprised. Fang Wenqi did not dare to neglect and respected him very much. If we were to discuss it, Zhang Kuoru's seniority would be above him.

The two of them drove He Xiangdong out without a few greetings. The two old men chatted in the room for a long time, but He Xiangdong didn't run far in the yard.

He heard the laughter coming from the room. I guess the two of them had a great time talking. He Xiangdong sat on the stone steps at the door, holding his head with his hand and waiting quietly.

It was almost time for Qi to take He Xiangdong away, and Zhang Kuoru went out to see him off in person, with an unconcealed smile on his face.

When he left the door of the Zhang family, Fang Wenqi's first sentence was: "Dongzi, go back and prepare to prepare and become a disciple tomorrow."

"Ah?" He Xiangdong was shocked.

Fang Wenqi touched He Xiangdong's little head and said, "Mr. Zhang has a very good storytelling skill. He is a good big horn. This is your luck. You must seize this opportunity."

He Xiangdong lowered his head and hesitated: "But I don't want to worship him as his teacher."

Fang Wenqi frowned and asked, "Why?"

He Xiangdong whispered: "I don't want to worship others as my teacher. In my heart, you are the only one of you."

Fang Wenqi smiled with relief, touched He Xiangdong's little head and said, "You are very happy to have this kind of heart. However, it is normal for us to worship Storytellers in crosstalk. Even if you don't worship today, I will ask you to worship Storytellers in the future."

"Master won't care about this. In the future, if you meet a suitable drum master, opera master, or other professional figure, if you want to become a disciple, the master will not stop you, but you will be very happy."

"Why?" He Xiangdong looked up and asked in confusion.

Fang Wenqi smiled and said, "Because these are things that will be of great help to your future. In fact, we old art businesses have retained some of the sensation. Now, some old rules have gradually emerged. If you don't become a disciple, people will not pass on your true skills. It is your own luck to learn more, and your future will be better on the road of crosstalk in the future. If you can be good, your master will be relieved."

He Xiangdong's tears came down immediately. He turned around and hugged the master who had raised him since childhood, and choked up and said, "You will always be my master, always be."

Fang Wenqi also hugged the little apprentice, with tears flashing in the corners of his eyes. Isn’t this child the only concern in the world?
Chapter completed!