Entertainment: Deyun’s young class leader? Sorry, quit

It's one o'clock in the morning.

On the stage, Guo Qilin, Yu Qian and Shi Fukuan performed crosstalk for an hour and a half.

During the process of speaking, the young man was not afraid of being tired, but was worried that the master would be tired.

I kept giving you glances from time to time, asking if it was okay for you to go down and have a rest.

As a result, he had no intention of going down. At most, someone came once to serve him tea and water and asked him to drink some.

After drinking, he continued to talk about the group's King Kong legs, and then talked about it until now.

As a result, he still wanted to say something, which put Guo Qilin in a difficult position.

He is over seventy years old and he is really exhausted from his own special performance.

After deliberately telling the joke, he turned to the person on the side and asked, "Does anyone know the time?"

Meng Hetang and Zhang Helun have come over to the sidelines at this moment.

When Dalin asked, two people and a sesame seed bun came with three cups of tea. When the audience saw them, they welcomed them. They were all famous actors from Huilin Society.

Have fixed fans.

Putting down the tea, Meng Hetang said, "It's already one and three minutes."

"Really? How come time goes so fast?"

Guo Qilin looked at his master, Shi Fukuan, who drank some water and said, "It's still early, shall we continue?"

"What are you talking about? Master, what are the next two programs?"

The three of them were not the last performers, just the third from the bottom. As a result, they were so happy that the audience kept clapping and coming back to the stage, which squeezed out the time for the second from the bottom.

This kind of thing happened in Deyun Club before. The third brother's Ba Ma Gua was so popular that Yue Yunpeng, who was second in line, only had a few minutes to play.

Fortunately, they are having a small theater today, so they can talk all night long.

"Are you really not tired?" Guo Qilin asked.

"Not tired."

Ishifu Kuan said he was not tired at all. When the child gave a life-or-death look on the stage, the audience below all had smiles on their faces.

I have to admire Mr. Ishifu Kuan, he really has great physical strength.

Compared to Deyun Club, Guo Degang always said that his physical strength was not as good as before, but in fact he could come no matter what if he really wanted to.

It's just an excuse.

For example, Mr. Ishifu Kuan, who is over 70 years old, can still say so much.

Visible joy.

As for being tired, Ishitsuki Kan is definitely tired, but he doesn't want to end the feeling of being on stage, so he has been talking about it until now.

But I feel it’s about the same.

Go down the slope and speak slowly.

"I heard that the audience likes your singing. Sing one for everyone to hear."

"Okay, let's learn to sing 'Dang Liang'."

"This is acceptable."

After singing a simple passage, the three people finally came down from the stage and the audience gave them warm applause.

Then it is the second-to-last actor's turn to perform.

The two actors are from other places and are of advanced age, in their forties. They joined Huilin Society when it was just starting out. It wasn’t easy, and I don’t know how long they waited at the side curtain today.

Fortunately, I was able to go on stage, so I spoke for fifteen minutes properly. The original time was twenty-five minutes, but it was too late, so I had to put it aside.

After they finished speaking, it was Guo Qilin and Yan Hexiang's turn to perform the last section of "Making a Kitchen" together.

After finishing "Making a Chef", Guo Qilin had satisfied his crosstalk addiction for the day and led a group of people to the stage to take a bow.

Normally, Shi Fukuan could have rested early or eaten something, but he came out after the curtain call to chat with everyone.

As a disciple, I don’t know where his interest comes from. Huilin Society is right here, and you can come more often in the future. You can’t let yourself get tired all day.

However, he didn't know that Shi Fukuan was cherishing his time. He probably didn't know when his disciple would remember to continue performing crosstalk, so he stayed as long as possible.

The last night was two in the morning.

Huilin Society's performance ended in jubilation.

Countless audience members stood up and applauded.

They listened from 7:30 to 2:00 in the morning, almost seven hours. Not only did Guo Qilin enjoy the crosstalk, but they also enjoyed it very much.

This kind of attitude could only be found in Deyun Society before 2010.

Not once since then.

Guo Degang has always said that he cannot reveal too much, otherwise he will not be able to support his child. He cannot reveal too much, but Huilinshe really shows it without hiding anything.

It goes without saying who will develop in the future.

"Dalin, Dalin, please sign your name."

"Dalin, your crosstalk is getting better and better. Can you perform more next year? And hold a tour?"

"Will you include crosstalk in your next concert?"

It’s over when it’s over.

A large number of fans were reluctant to leave and flocked to the stage to ask Dalin for his autograph and to give him the gifts they had bought.

But there were so many people that his fellow apprentices came out together to help carry things or take care of the audience's emotions.

"Xiao Meng, can you sign the fan?"

Guo Qilin was half-crouching at the side of the stage, signing one by one with a pen. Meng Hetang was packing up her things when she was immediately called over.

Meng Hetang took some gifts, but smiled and shook his head.

It’s not that he’s being a big shot and refusing to sign.

At Dalin's place, none of the others would sign. Even if the audience just couldn't wait to find Dalin and had to come to them, they still couldn't sign. In a sense, it would be disrespectful to Dalin.

But Guo Qilin didn't care about it.

While signing, I looked back at the backstage.

"Is there anyone else standing by the sidelines? Someone go backstage and call them out to sign autographs and take photos. Let's finish early and go home. It's too late."

There was a crash.

The actors who were originally about to go backstage to pack up their things all trotted out.

You must listen to what the boss says.

At one time, well-known actors such as Shaobing, Xiaosi, Feng Zhaoyang, Zhang Helun, Zhang Jiuling, Yang Jiulang, and Zhou Jiuliang all appeared.

The audience below burst into a roar.

In terms of pattern, Dalin has always been big.

The noise from the stage grew louder again. Yu Qian, who was sitting next to his master drinking tea, couldn't help but laugh from the bottom of his heart.

It's almost the same as Ishifu Kuan. The child is just as successful as his father was back then, and may even be more successful.

From tonight’s live broadcast data, we can see that it is not easy to achieve six million for a small theater.

It’s a pity that he was forced by his father to stop performing crosstalk.

"How many times will this kind of scene happen again? I'm already over seventy years old." Shi Fukuan sighed.

Yu Qian said: "There will be a lot. You can see Dalin's performance today. He said that he will not be exposed to crosstalk too much, but he can't forget it. He will definitely perform more.

And you should understand that given Dalin's family atmosphere and the pressure he is under, even if he does not quit the company, it is absolutely impossible for him to continue to delve into the crosstalk industry.

After I quit the company, I can tell crosstalk more calmly. "

It doesn't matter if you don't say it, but once you say it, it touches Ishifu Hiroshi's heart.

There are no stupid crosstalk performers.

The apprentice is right. If Dalin is still in Deyun Society and wants to develop, he will definitely not perform crosstalk again.

Degang had already set the benchmark for crosstalk when he was young, and there was no way for him, as his son, to reach that level.

You can only change your career slightly and achieve success in other ways.

Unexpectedly, after quitting the society and doing his own crosstalk, his performance actually surpassed that of Deyun Society. It can be said to be a blessing in disguise.

It provides another way to develop crosstalk.

"That's true. Anyway, I'm quite pleased to see him turn a crosstalk club into this. But I can leave."

"Leaving? Master, you're not staying here anymore? Wait for Dalin and the others to come down."

"I don't play with young people. What can an old man like me play? I am indeed a little tired. I should go home and rest early."

"Okay, I'll take you home."

Yu Qian hurried to help his master up. He found that he was indeed tired. It was not easy to stand for an hour and a half, and to perform with great vigor was a very strenuous job.

But even so, the old man is willing to work hard. If he doesn't favor his own disciple, he doesn't know who to favor.

While Yu Qian was sending his master home, Guo Qilin and others on the stage finally finished dealing with the audience's requests. If his fellow disciples had not helped, it would have been delayed for half an hour.

When I came down to look, my master and my master's master had already left.

Call and ask immediately.

When I knew that my master had gone home, I was a little disappointed, but I also wanted to have a meal and chat with him.

"Master, are you coming over for dinner?"

"Come here, I haven't drunk much in a long time, let me break the rules tonight."

Guo Qilin shook his head, knowing for sure that his master would not forget to drink, and immediately called out to everyone to go to the restaurant and prepare.

This way, the group of people are destined to stay up all night.

We drank from about two in the morning until five in the morning.

At five o'clock, it was the time when ghosts were baring their teeth. As soon as everyone walked out of the hotel, they began to tremble one after another.

it's too cold.

The cold air penetrated into all parts of the body.

"Xiao Meng, please send Master home. I won't follow you."

At the door, Guo Qilin gave some instructions in the cold wind.

"Don't worry, I have a lot of experience in this matter. I even miss the time when I wanted to lift my godfather."

As Meng Hetang spoke, one or two assistants followed and carefully put the master into the back seat of the car.

After putting it in, Meng Hetang straightened up in a daze.

"Dalin, you drank a lot with your godfather and Brother Bing, why are you the only one who is fine?"

"Who said that? I'm also very drunk."

How could Guo Qilin tell him that his body was much less drunk? "Go home. It's too cold. There are still ten days before the closing."

When the topic of sealing the car was brought up again, Meng Hetang took a deep breath, nodded, closed the car door and left with his godfather.

After they left, Guo Qilin hurriedly got into his car and went home.

I bought breakfast before going home, in case the mother and daughter got up at this time.

When I got home, I found that everyone was sleeping.

Only the big yellow dog Bread heard the sound and wagged its tail wildly to welcome him.

"Be quiet and don't wake them up."

Because he had drunk some wine, Guo Qilin went to take a shower first. After the shower, he groped his way into the bedroom and could vaguely see the mother and daughter lying on the bed sleeping.

"It seems that sleeping alone is really hard."

Guo Qilin tiptoed and did not lie down next to the mother and daughter. Although he was not drunk, he was afraid of waking them up, so he simply went to the guest room to sleep.

However, just as he walked out of the bedroom, he suddenly heard some noise behind him. When he turned around, Guo Qilin's heart stopped in fright.

In the darkness, a small figure with disheveled hair stood there staring at himself.

Not moving at all.

"Dad~"

He was scared to death in the previous second, and in the next second, he pulled Guo Qilin back from the side of the King of Hell with a baby voice, realizing that it was his own daughter.

He quickly took out his cell phone to shine some light.

She is our own daughter, not some little ghost girl from somewhere.

For a second, he really thought that his sister Zhao Jinmai came over to act in a horror movie.

Because I didn't expect He He to get up suddenly.

"What's wrong? Did Dad wake you up?"

In the living room, Guo Qilin went over, squatted down and asked.

"What did Dad do?"

"Go to work. You are going to scare your father to death. Go to bed now."

"He He wants to sleep with daddy~"

"No, Daddy has been drinking and still smells of alcohol. Go to the bathroom and then go to sleep with Mom."

"Oh~"

The little girl was in a completely dazed state. After going to the toilet, she climbed back into bed and went to sleep under the care of her father.

Making sure that she would not get out of bed, Guo Qilin went out again. The lights in the living room were still not on and it was pitch dark. However, when he turned around again, another disheveled figure appeared on the left.

"Oh, I'll go!"

"Honey, what's wrong? Why don't you turn on the lights when you come back?"

Hearing his wife's voice, Guo Qilin wanted to die, "Why are there no footsteps?"

"I'm wearing cotton slippers."

He He has grown up and her hair has gradually become longer, especially her mother's hair. When they let their hair down in the dark, they can scare themselves to death.

There was a click.

Deng Ziqi turned on the light.

"It's late today. It's already past five o'clock."

"I didn't expect that either. The main reason was that the master worked so hard. He spoke for an hour and a half."

"Go to sleep quickly. I'll get up and drink some water."

Deng Ziqi finished drinking the water and returned to his room.

After the mother and daughter returned to their room, Guo Qilin was finally able to go to sleep and fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes.

When I woke up again, it was already bright daylight.

"Dad~Dad~Wake up, wake up and eat, mom made the meal~"

Without opening my eyes, a pleasant voice came to my ears.

I wanted to wake up, but when I heard the meal my mother was cooking, I didn’t want to wake up.

My wife doesn't know what to cook.

"Dad~ a lazy bum~"

Seeing that her father couldn't wake up, He He stretched out her little hand, held her father's hand and pulled hard.

Seeing that he couldn't pull it, he put his hands on his hips, frowned, and uttered something harsh in a childish voice.

"If Dad doesn't get up, He He will...eat up Dad's meal and won't leave any for him."

"Can your little tummy finish it?"

Guo Qilin had to wake up. When she woke up, she was surprised by the little girl's dress.

She was wearing a red sweater and a red silk scarf headband, which made her look festive and cute, but that was not important. What was important was that like her mother, she had her hair slightly permed at the ends.

It feels a little bit Western.

Sweet and beautiful.

"How about it, does it look good?" Deng Ziqi said proudly while standing at the door. "A new year means new changes, and the little girl should also try a new look."

"It seems like it's all inherited. He He has also had the fate of having her hair permed."

"Let's eat. My sister and I cooked this meal together. Take a look at it."

No matter what happens outside, Guo Qilin feels that returning home is the most beautiful and happiest thing, especially when his wife and daughter are so cute and beautiful.

While eating, the father decisively posted a photo of the little girl changing her hairstyle with a perm.

It was posted and attracted a lot of people to watch.

Among them, Bai Huimin is very much loved. The little girl is so cute and looks good no matter how she is dressed up.

I wanted to check on Yu Qian, but he was too drunk and hasn't woken up yet.

Go over and say something.

"Your little granddaughter has her hair permed. She looks so good. Do you want to see it?"

Bai Huimin had called Yu Qian many times, but unfortunately he didn't wake up. When he woke up, he just drank a sip of water and went back to sleep.

After he spoke, there was still no response after waiting for several seconds. He was sleeping soundly. Bai Huimin shook her head and ignored him. She slowly turned around and walked out. Just as she turned around, she heard a voice behind her for some unknown reason.

"Really? What do you think?"