Yin fate has a share

"Cough, well... what should come is still here."

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"What's so difficult about this story? It's actually very simple. I'll tell you. It's very simple. It's very simple, and it's so joyful!" Miao Fu's face was righteous and awe-inspiring, "Big traitor! Just fill the sea! The common people hate him! I wish I could eat his flesh and eat his bones, and break his spine..."

"Hey, stop, stop!" Wang Sheng quickly took Miao Fu's arm and pulled him back, "Jingwei reclaimed the sea, did you fill...Wang Jingwei into the sea?"

"Ah."

"Jingwei! That's an ancient god, the boss sitting under the stage... Ban, the daughter of Emperor Yan, also called Nvwa!"

"Isn't it the one who makes up the sky?"

"Not her!"

"Why not?"

"Let me tell you what it is. It is said that one day Jingwei sailed across the sea and capsized in the waves. After his death, he turned into a Jingwei bird to avenge this. This is called Jingwei reclamation!" Wang Sheng finished in one breath. At this point, the audience burst into applause, "What is that about you?! How can "Shan Hai Jing" be co-authored and called "Biography of Wang Jingwei"?"

Miao Fu looked at him, with "This is woolen yarn" written all over his face, and he nodded after being disconnected for several seconds. "All right, you're right. Let's just say that my brain is not working very well these days, and I can't compare to you, Mr. Wang. But I still remember that other thing. That, that's it!"

"Which one?!"

"Oh... the widow chasing the sun!" Miao Fu clapped his palms, "I remember it!"

"..." Wang Sheng pressed his shoulder heavily in silence, "That's right! I can see your academic background, Mr. Miao! It turns out that after Wang Jingwei filled the sea, his wife Chen Bijun chased him to Japan. Tell the widow to chase after the sun, right?"

"Eh yes!"

"What are you doing! Is it this?!" Wang Sheng pointed out mercilessly, "Where does the widow chasing after the sun is called Kuafu chasing the sun! It's about Kuafu! The widow from where!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I will teach by correspondence in the first grade."

"Do you know what correspondence is?! Who sent you the textbooks?"

"Really, I have been learning for so many years. I can't even read the book. It's messy when I read it. I just let everyone read a joke." Miao Fu's tone was extremely sighing, "I really can't compare with Teacher Wang. Teacher Wang He is a gifted scholar, proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Hey, don't dare to take it!"

"You guys don't know, Mr. Wang Sheng is a graduate of the Department of Literature and History, and he is specialized in this area, especially this calligraphy and painting, which is very good."

Wang Sheng folded his hands, feeling a little embarrassed. "Ah, this is occasionally..."

"The best thing is Ah..." Miao Fu flicked his sleeves, and with a flick of his wrist, he painted a small pimple in mid-air, "Fly, small script."

Wang Sheng looked at his flamboyant acting with a look of unrequited love.

"Not only is it writing, but Teacher Wang's painting is also very good! Very good!"

"Oh, I can draw a little... ink and wash."

"That's right, at the very beginning, I painted a rooster. It was so good that it looked like a real one. People nicknamed it "Live Rooster"! Miao Fu glanced at him, and Wang Sheng's blank expression was just right, "Later, he was very serious. He went to northern Shaanxi to collect folk songs, and began to draw goats. They were very similar, and people nicknamed them "live goats."Later, I started to draw bastards. "

Wang Sheng immediately grabbed his hand.

"I didn't draw this thing before I met you, Ah, remember."

"Oh, what do you mean, I mean you draw very well! This is a compliment!"

"Come on less! You don't need to boast! Nothing is right..."

"It means that the level is very high." Miao Fu cupped his hands at him, "Everyone in and outside Ali should learn a lot from Teacher Wang Sheng."

"Don't dare, you are being modest. I still know how much you weigh."

"Hey, to be serious, we have been traveling all over the world for so many years, and we have to work hard to get this cross talk right. One thing is very important. If you have nothing to do, you should observe life more."

"That's right, life is the foundation of cross talk, and many famous cross talks come from this life."

"However, I am a different person from what others observe."

"how to say?"

"Others are observing, how can you make the audience laugh?" Miao Fu paused, "I am observing, how can you make the audience cry."

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"Let the audience cry?! Is there such a wicked cross talk actor like you? What about your professional ethics? You ate it yourself?!"

"You misunderstood me. I didn't mean it's only here, but also on other occasions. Just observe, observe!"

"on the street?"

"It's not just on the street, there are, there are indeed on the street. Another example is drama or something that makes people pee... No, the kind that makes people cry, it hits your G-spot all at once and goes straight."

"what?!"

"Tears, tears, you heard it wrong," Miao Fu frankly flicked his sleeves and continued, "There is a reason for this!"

Before Mr. Wang regained his composure, the word "Hash" made him startled again. "Where do you get these horror words? Ancient Chinese? Classical Chinese sentences?"

"Oh, don't interrupt me, I hate it! I just talked about half of it. It's special to say that crying is special. It's a very profound thing!"

"What, there's something special about it? It's very profound?" Wang Sheng looked at him inwardly without knowing it.

"Yes, very particular. Let me give you an example... For example... a mother crying for her son, sincerely! A son crying for her father is earth-shattering! A daughter-in-law crying for her mother-in-law is hypocritical. A son-in-law crying for his mother-in-law is a wild donkey farting..."

"You, you, you, wait, wait." Wang Sheng calmed down, "Can you explain to us, including the audience below, what do these sentences mean?"

"It's all about numbers!"

"Ah..." Teacher Wang took a step back with a look of shock.

"Think about it, what's the matter with your mother crying."

"You just said, you mean it sincerely."

"Yes, why the son. This is the son. The son is the flesh that fell from the mother. Three months pregnant, it came out suddenly."

"Wait a minute!" Wang Sheng tugged at his arm, "Sanyue...is this a female cat..."

"That, that, you say! A few months!"

"October is pregnant and gave birth! And who told you it was a puff!"

"No, isn't it?"

"Nothing. You can't say that..."

"Okay, I haven't seen it anyway, so I don't know how it came about. In short, a baby was born, and it was broken in a few days."

Wang Sheng's face was full of horror, and it was impossible to let go of Miao Fu's arm. "Is this to be bent? Are you trying to say... die young?"

"Is there any difference between horses?"

"Ah...it's so different. The premature death is the middle way, and he died early. The twist is...take it here," Wang Sheng raised his hands and broke it, "Ka..."

"Oh, that's what it means, you just need to understand it! Didn't you say you were crying? You interrupted me again!" Miao Fu faced the audience with a serious face, "Of course, this era is different from the past, and you all live better. We have been around for a long time, and we may have seen it with our own eyes. Women in the past talked about three obediences and four virtues, and there is a reason for crying!"

admit.This word is also recognized.Wang Sheng waved his hand to signal him to continue.

"Mother crying, pay attention to three highs and one high and one high."

"What do you mean..."

"Not only this, but there are three words to cry before."

"Tell me, what three words?"

Miao Fu moved his hand a little in front of him, and paused every word. "My! Meat! Think about it, this is the meat that fell from Mother's body." He reached out and raised the fan on the table, pretending to be a child, "Mother picked up the child and sniffed it. Pfft!" Two fingers stabbed straight up with a "snap".Seeing this violent movement, Wang Sheng's whole body went limp and he almost knelt down.

"Ah!" He hastily snatched the fan from Miao Fu, "Is this his own?!"

"I'm not very good at it, forgive me. Sao Rui, itis." Miao Fu took back the fan and pretended to stretch out his fingers, "Sheng'er, Sheng'er!"

"Hey, wait a minute," Wang Sheng patted his chest, "Brother is here."

"Who called you, yell! Other children are not allowed to scream!"

Wang Sheng was speechless and admitted.

Miao Fu hugged his fan affectionately. "Sound..."

Before the awkward look on Wang Sheng's face ended, he was startled by his sudden sob.Teacher Miao suddenly started singing.

"My--meat-ah..."

The vibrato twitched three times in a row, Wang Sheng was already frightened to death, and Miao Fu suddenly let out a dry howl of "Aww", which made him take two steps back in fright.

Miao Fu put the fan on the table, turned to look at him, and lifted his chin calmly. "Did you hear that? This is three highs and one low!"

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"Isn't this crying about the truth? How can it be so formal?" Teacher Wang pointed out, "Whoever decides, it must be three hi-his and one followed by a moan? In order to express that kind of sad emotion, there is no more hi-hi How many times?"

"Oops,