Yunan

She has the last order in her hand, and she is going to give herself a three-month vacation.

"Ding Dong"

The phone rang, and after a glance, it was a WeChat message from Zhang Yunlei.

'are you home yet? '

Qiao Anan didn't reply, and directly made a video call, and the other party connected quickly.

"have you slept?"

"Not yet, I just got home." Zhang Yunlei was lying on the sofa.

Seeing his appearance, Qiao Anan couldn't help but started nagging: "Don't lie down, why don't you lie down, did you go to the hospital for a review, did you go for acupuncture?"

Zhang Yunlei smiled when he heard her nagging: "Okay, I see. What are you doing?"

"I'm looking at the design drawings to see if there is any modification."

Qiao An'an looked at the design drawing, Zhang Yunlei looked at her, and said after a while: "An'an."

"Ok?"

"Go on stage."

Qiao An'an's eyes, which were looking at the design drawing, moved, and began to play confused: "What stage are you on, come on stage and play."

"You know what I'm talking about." This time Zhang Yunlei didn't play with her in a daze like before, "I told Meng Hetang that you didn't want to be a host beforehand."

"I..." Qiao Anan looked at his serious and serious expression. This was the first time he showed such a serious expression to himself.

She thought about it, nodded: "OK."

Then he said something casually, and then hung up.

Qiao Anan sat for a while, went to the production room and opened a closet on the far left, which contained all the costumes he used to be a cross talk actor from childhood to adulthood.

Although it will no longer be performed in the public eye, there is still no shortage of one cheongsam every year, and I am used to it.

At noon the next day, Chang Si got up from the bed clutching the back of her neck, where is this and what am I doing.

Then I walked to the living room, Joan Ann was sorting things out, Joan Ann heard footsteps, and glanced at her: "Get up, wash up and eat and go to the team, or you will be late."

"what time is it?"

"12:30 noon."

Chang Si yelled: "Ah! I'm really going to be late now."

Qiao Anan shook her head helplessly, forget it, let's pack her things together.

After a while, Chang Si had changed his clothes, came out from the kitchen with a meal, looked at the unclosed suitcase next to him: "Who are you?"

"During this period of time, I went to Deyun Society to make an announcement."

"You're going to live there." Chang Si looked at the clothes in the suitcase, "They're all cheongsams, you're not going to announce the scene, you're going to talk about cross talk."

"Yes." Qiao Anan finally put the cosmetic bag in and closed the box, "Let's go when you're full."

After sending Chang Si to the subway station, he drove to the Tianqiao Theater by himself.

Meng Hetang was already waiting there by the back door, looking around for fear of missing it.

"Uncle Master." Seeing Joan Ann, he quickly walked up to her, took the suitcase in her hand, "Uncle Master, I'll help you get it."

"That's right, just call me An'an." Others always call themselves Shishu, and they always feel that they are a man.

"Teacher..." Meng Hetang just said a word, but Qiao Anan stared back. Meng Hetang trembled, the look was really scary, "An'an, isn't it just a host, there is no need for so many clothes."

"You must have an attitude in everything you do." The combined age of the two lives is about 50 years old, and they will naturally mature in dealing with people.

When we got to the backstage, everyone came regardless of whether there was a performance or not. Let alone, the backstage was almost too full to stay.

"Hello, uncle."

"Just call me An'an." Qiao An'an said as she opened the suitcase and took out the small gift she had prepared, "Captain, help me share it, there are names on it."

They were all some souvenirs she bought before returning to China, and she also asked Zhang Yunlei specifically about everyone's preferences.

Everyone who took it bowed in unison to thank: "Thank you, uncle."

Qiao Anan looked at them helplessly, forget it, and stop correcting them.

The cross talk world is a place where seniority is very strict. Forget it, uncles are uncles, and men are men.

Meng Hetang gave her today's program list: "Uncle Shi, this is today's program list."

Qiao Anan took it, looked at the time and faced the program list, found the time when he should play, and then went to change into a short cheongsam.

As soon as he came out of the changing room, the eyes of all the people present were straightened, and Qiao An'an felt terrified, and then looked at his clothes.

"What's wrong, am I wearing the wrong clothes?"

"No, it looks good." Meng Hetang said quickly, "It's still a short cheongsam, very pretty."

The people who are going to perform today are all ready. Qiao Anan saw that the time was almost up, and came to the stage to host: "Welcome everyone to watch the cross talk performance of the Deyun Seventh Team. Next, please enjoy it. Stammering, the performers Qin Xiaoxian and Sun Jiuxiang."

When the two came to the stage, Sun Jiuxiang pulled Qin Xiaoxian a little: "Hey, let's see."

"nice."

"Wipe your drool quickly, do you know who she is?"

"Who is it?" Qin Xiaoxian asked pretending not to know.

"She...but our master's junior sister, our senior uncle."

Qin Xiaoxian looked in disbelief: "Return to the uncle, is there any uncle who will help us report the scene? Just talk nonsense, you."

Qiao An'an, who was listening in the background, smiled, and this is the one who beat me up from the beginning.

"Uncle Master, Zhang Yunlei is here." Zhou Jiuliang came over to tell her.

Everyone knew about their second master at dinner last night, and Zhang Yunlei was very fond of this girl.

It's interesting to their uncle, but it seems that the uncle in my family doesn't know.

When Qiao An'an came out of the backstage entrance, Zhang Yunlei was talking to Meng Hetang and the others.

"What are you talking about, so happy."

"I'm talking bad about you." Zhang Yunlei turned around and saw her wearing a cheongsam. He had seen her wearing a cheongsam, but he had never seen such a short cheongsam.

Immediately, her face turned dark, but she knew in her heart that if she didn't talk about cross talk, she wouldn't be wearing a long cheongsam.In order to respect this cross talk stage, she only wore a short cheongsam.

Although the air conditioner in the theater is not cold, well, he doesn't want other people to see her like this.

Then the mouth felt upright, and a coat was put on Qiao An'an.

Qiao Anan looked at the darkened face, with question marks all over his face, what's wrong.

Putting the clothes on obediently, Zhang Yunlei was terrified when he was angry.

The atmosphere was a little gloomy, and someone always needed to relieve it, and the first one to come out to kill was Meng Hetang.

There's no other way, it's too late for others to hide, how dare they move forward, now only Meng Hetang bites the bullet and moves forward.

"That...uncle, brother, drink tea." Meng Hetang stepped forward and poured a glass of water for the two of them.

Joan Ann took the teacup: "Thank you."

Zhang Yunlei took the teacup and sat without saying a word.

Just when everyone was thinking about how to relieve the atmosphere, Guo Qilin came in.

"Brother Meng, Brother Yunlei." He said hello and sat down beside Qiao Anan, "Uncle, the box will be sealed in a few days, my dad wants you to do two new performances coat."

"How much?" She made the performance costumes they sealed each time, but time was running out, even if they worked overtime, she could only make about five pieces at her speed.

"Because time is running out, it's enough to be my dad and my master's two things. By the way, this year's big box sealing, my dad wants you to host it."

"There are so many people who talk about cross talk, but there is still a shortage of reporters." Qiao Anan joked.

In fact, she knew what Guo Degang meant by this move, and he wanted him to slowly feel the joy of talking about cross talk again.

After Deyun Club became well-known to the public, she stopped talking about cross talk, saying that she gave the opportunity to the people behind.

In fact, no one knows the real reason why she doesn't talk about cross talk.

Under my Weibo, someone still left a message saying, An An, I hope you will continue to talk about cross talk.

In the past few years, the focus has been on my own studio. For cross talk, I still talk about it occasionally.

I still practice basic skills every morning when I wake up, and sing opera when I have nothing to do.

As soon as Guo Qilin came, the atmosphere became much better, and it was almost time to chat.

I went on stage again, announced the curtain once, and then came down.

The afternoon session starts at two o'clock and ends at five o'clock.

Zhang Yunlei sat with Guo Qilin for a while and then left. The atmosphere changed immediately after they left.

"Uncle, this is delicious."

"Uncle, this is so beautiful."

"Uncle, where did you buy the imported dog food?"

"Uncle..."

A group of people surrounded the only girl in the backstage, chatting and having fun in various ways.

"Okay, good guys, you guys are talking about crosstalk around me." Joan Ann was very difficult to stop this group of people who were only three and a half years old when they made a fuss.

The evening show started at seven o'clock. Before the opening, Qiao Anan took the ruler and sketchbook from the car, thinking that since the box was sealed this year, it would not be in time.

It should be able to catch up when unpacking next year, so make a new one for each of them.

Everyone gains weight or loses weight more or less every year.

To make two coats in four days, Qiao An'an is still able to do a job with ease.

In the evening, Qiao Anan finished reporting the curtain, and Meng Hetang held her back before she left the stage, "Miss Sister is so pretty."

Qiao An'an was speechless, why did she start crashing as soon as she came on stage.

Zhou Jiuliang hurriedly pulled Meng Hetang back: "Oh, let go. This is the uncle, so don't be rude. Be careful that the master will beat you if he finds out."

Qiao Anan returned to the backstage, and as soon as she sat there, Qin Xiaoxian came over: "Master, are you playing games?"

"Eat chicken or be king?" Qiao Anan still likes to play games.

"Come on, Master Uncle, let's form a team to play the king." Qin Xiaoxian invited Zhang Jiunan, Yang Jiulang and Guo Qilin in.

Start with five people.

As soon as he came in, Guo Qilin started the microphone: "Master, you are king."

"Come on, Uncle Master will take you to the ranks."

"Okay." It was Yang Jiulang who agreed very simply.

Zhang Jiunan didn't speak much, and would pop out a sentence or two in the middle: "Middle Road, Uncle Master, zoom in."