Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　On the way, a message was sent.

　　Deepika:

　　"Brother-in-law, Sister Tong has a very good impression of Shaobing, saying that he feels very solid."

　　"Well, that's fine. If she wants to ask you, you can just tell the truth. If the rest is for advice or something, try to restrain yourself, you know?"

　　"Ah? Why? Don't you match up?"

　　"It's called letting nature take its course. The twisted melon is not sweet, it's a matter of two people, just let them do it themselves."

　　"Oh, I get it!"

　　"Well, have fun, I'm going home."

　　"Okay, brother-in-law~ Thank you Brother Bing for the meal today, hehe~~"

　　"Good night."

　　The phone was locked, and Wu Shaobai was drowsy leaning on the rear seat..

Chapter 1194

　　After that day, the biscuits kept running out because of the commercial performance, and Wu Shaobai didn't see him much.

　　Later, on January 1, the night of the fourth act of "A Hundred Years of Crosstalk History".

　　Wu Shaobai, who played Guo Chongfang, was on stage and saw a girl with short hair sitting in the first row...

　　There are more or less numbers in my heart.

　　The fourth act of "A Hundred Years of Crosstalk History" tells the story of Guo Chongfang after taking over the teahouse, from before the founding of the People's Republic to after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

　　The span before the founding of the People's Republic of China is actually almost the same in the third act, mainly after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

　　After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Deyun Teahouse is still undergoing reforms, because this teahouse is very famous on the Tianqiao side.

　　I was divided into two teams of cross talk masters and apprentices. For many years, I only talked about a cross talk, and I couldn't change it if I wanted to.

　　Moreover, the cross talk that is said is also very age-like cross talk.

　　Guo Chongfang is like a spectator. In the midst of all the waste waiting to be done, the events of Deyun Teahouse's seven, nine and three lives are like a dreamlike epitome.Looking at the group of advanced workers who came to Yanjing like a pilgrimage, looking at their enthusiasm for GM, and their strong determination and fighting spirit for building their hometown...

　　It was as if I saw myself when I was young.

　　On the stage, Guo Chongfang, who was dressed as an old man after makeup, did not have any too bright lines in the whole scene.

　　The script for this scene was actually written by Wu Shaobai himself.

　　A lot of bridges have been improved, and it has become what it is today.

　　He completely disappeared his existence on the stage, leaving all the light to the cross talk actors.

　　And just when the audience thinks... Mr. Wu in this scene... doesn't seem to be very conspicuous.

　　The story comes to the last scene.

　　Guo Chongfang's body is not very good.

　　After going through various situations of the old and new, finally, the original teahouse became this "Deyun Tea State-run Cooperative".

　　"Mr. Guo, Mr. Yu."

　　He hunched his back and bowed to Guo Degang and Yu Xuan who had just finished the performance.

　　"Oh, Mr. Guo, what are you doing?"

　　Guo Degang quickly helped him up.

　　Guo Chongfang, played by Wu Shaobai, smiled and waved:

　　"It's okay, I have something to say to you two."

　　"Sir, we are all listening."

　　The two of them appeared to be attentive.

　　"I came from the old society... comic dialogue, storytelling, drums... things in Quyi Xing, things I heard from my father in the early years... Now there are many things that I can't hear. But people are old. , I like to recall the past.”

　　Saying that, he took Guo Degang's hand and walked tremblingly to the counter that had not been changed for many years.

　　He grabbed a book from it and pressed it into Guo Degang's hand.

　　"These are the things I can remember and remember all these years... Back then... My grandfather had a good friend named Hou Wenyuan, who was a little black fat..."

　　"Hahaha~"

　　The audience below the stage let out a chuckle.

　　"Grandpa Hou left half of this book, all of which are things that are not heard now... As for me... After so many years, what I can remember... I have also written it in it. I am not a quyi. People in the line, but... huh..."

　　He seemed to be struggling a bit, and the frustration when he spoke became more and more obvious.

　　Unconsciously, he clenched Guo Degang's arm.

　　Because of the force, his body began to tremble.

　　"My family... Relying on the help of Quyi Xing... I have come to this point... Old man, I have nothing else, the things I remembered in this book... I will give it to my husband. I am old, I can't do it, Ming I have come down from a country, and I have to find someone to take over here, the two of you, let’s meet again by fate.”

　　"Sir, this is too precious, I can't have..."

　　"Hi, it's alright..."

　　Guo Chongfang waved his hand.

　　"In the beginning, my family relied on the overpass, and only by relying on the overpass' Quyi Xingxing can I live in peace. Now... it's time to go back. If Mr. Guo doesn't want it, it can be handed over to the country. It's just an old man and I... make a little contribution. Okay. Okay~"

　　A smile appeared on the old man's face:

　　"I won't send you two."

　　Guo Degang and Yu Xuan looked at each other, holding the thick book in their hands, and nodded heavily to Guo Chongfang:

　　"Okay, old man, take care."

　　"Eh~"

　　Farewell to the two.

　　Guo Chongfang closed the door of the teahouse with some difficulty.

　　For the next time, he didn't say a word.

　　The lights on the stage suddenly dimmed.

　　I saw that he first walked to the table and chairs in the teahouse and put his hands on the table.

　　His hands kept shaking.

　　But even if he was shaking, he was still gentle as he treated an old man, passing over the tables, chairs and benches.

　　Then there are the columns.

　　And when he got to the column, he looked at the handwriting "Don't talk about state affairs" that he had hung up himself decades ago, and carefully took it off with trembling hands.

　　Carefully folded in half, pressed flat, and loaded into the pocket of the tunic suit.

　　Then, he walked to the counter.

　　"Crack, snap."

　　I patted the sturdy counter twice, and the sound of those two hits seemed to smash into the hearts of the audience...  

　　At this time, the light became smaller and smaller, and finally the whole thing converged on him.Some audience members noticed that some vague figures appeared next to the stage.

　　But everyone didn't care at this moment, and all eyes were on the old man standing at the small door leading to the backyard.

　　Everyone watched him helplessly as he bid farewell to an old friend, saying farewell to the furnishings of the teahouse.

　　Then, the old man with his back to him turned his head under the light.

　　At that moment, a smile called "relief" suddenly appeared on his aged face.

　　Why let go?

　　How to let go?

　　The audience didn't have time to react.

　　But at this time, on the stage, a childish voice sounded:

　　“Hangzhou~beautiful scenery~unparalleled in the world~~~~”

　　Another light came on.

　　Guo Changyou walked over step by step with his lovely son Guo Baocai on his back.

　　The voice came from Guo Baocai's mouth.

　　I saw the two of them walked on the stage step by step, and the lights always followed them.

　　"West Lake Shore ~ ​​exotic flowers and plants ~ the fragrance of the four seasons~~"

　　In the lyrics of the child's peace, Guo Changyou suddenly paused and looked at the old Guo Chongfang standing at the back door.

　　"have you eaten?"

　　he asked.

　　The old man shook his head:

　　"not yet."

　　"Didn't eat? Let's go, let's go home for dinner."

　　Hearing this, the old man was stunned at first, but immediately, the smile returned to his face.

　　"okay."

　　pat.

　　Lights off.

　　In the darkness, along with the curtain that was slowly pulled up, the childish voice was still singing: