Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

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　　7:25.

　　Kong Yunlong, who had finished smoking a cigarette with Luan Yunping, walked in.

　　"almost."

　　He said.

　　Li Yunjie nodded, took off his coat directly from the hanger, and put it on together with Li Yunjie.

　　And Sun Na, who had been sitting in the waiting room, saw that the two were ready, nodded and walked out first.

　　"Master, uncle, all uncles, hard work."

　　Kong Yunlong and Li Yunjie said hard work together, and then walked out.

　　And Guo Degang also stood up when he saw this.

　　Luan Yunping and Yue Yunpeng immediately surrounded him, took off Guo Degang's pure black coat with dragon and phoenix embroidered patterns on the chest, and helped Master start wearing it.

　　And Wu Shaobai took off his coat and put it on on his own.

　　When Guo De just finished dressing, he just opened the door when he heard bursts of applause from outside.

　　Obviously, Kong Yunlong and Li Yunjie have already acted.

　　"Master, you worked hard."

　　Wu Shaobai stood by the door and said warmly.

　　Guo Degang smiled:

　　"Master, the tenth anniversary, ten years of ups and downs, hard work."

　　Hearing this, Wu Shaobai bowed politely:

　　"Please."

　　"Um."

　　Guo De just walked out when Wu Shaobai said to the people in the room:

　　"You all worked hard."

　　After saying that, he walked out.

　　One black and one white, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared in the actor's passage.

　　Looking at Wu Shaobai who walked over quickly, Guo Degang, who was standing and waiting for him, showed a little emotion in his eyes.

　　In a trance, this child in a moon white coat... seems to overlap with the figure in the winter of 06.

　　That year, it snowed heavily in Tianjin.

　　That year, the child took out the moon-white coat from his bag.

　　That year, the child said, "The uncle is home. In front of the elders in his hometown, he is the face, and we disciples and grandchildren are the lizi. The face invites someone to eat a cigarette, and the lizi has to kill someone. Everything has to be clean, and there is no blemish left, so I will do the opening work. If the lining can hold up, the face will not be lost. Dialect" took to the stage...

　　"Master..."

　　"what?"

　　Looking at Wu Shaobai, Guo Degang helped him flick the dust that did not exist on his shoulders with his own hands, and there was a hint of reminiscence in his tone:

　　"It's grown so big..."

　　Emotion.

　　Ten years have passed in a hurry, and the trees are towering.

　　so fast....

Chapter 1575

　　"Fu Shou Quan" is called "Twenty-Eight" in the words of cross talk.

　　What does that mean?

　　It means that in traditional cross talk, it is the rare kind of cross talk in which the weight between the pong and the laugh is even, and even the main part of the scene is on the pong.

　　Normally speaking, for a cross talk, the amount of amusing words will account for eight points, and the amount of praising will account for two points.

　　The repeated shaking of a cross talk is all teasing that, and the holding of the music plays the role of finalizing the sound.

　　But "Fu Shou Quan", the proportion is completely reversed.

　　The words held in this cross talk are actually pretty much the same as joking.

　　That's why it's called twenty-eight.

　　Wu Shaobai and Guo Degang also had their own considerations in choosing this job.

　　In all honesty, he felt that if the uncle's teasing was very capable, then the praise would be 5 points.

　　Although the uncle always said that he had been standing in the table for ten years.But as long as you don't get enlightened, it's useless to stand for many years.

　　His rhythm is actually not good.

　　I like and tease, and I don't eat at all.

　　So it's easy to turn it off.

　　Even encountering some funny actors with poor skill, it is easy to smash a complete live cut into pieces.The original burden is so scattered that it makes it difficult to figure out who is teasing and who is holding.

　　What's more... the shadow of the tree of people's name.

　　As long as he stands on the stage, he is the focus of the crowd.

　　All eyes will fall on him.

　　Wu Shaobai is not saying that you can't make wedding dresses for others.

　　As long as the plot requires or does something, he is happy to bring others out.

　　But not today.

　　This is the tenth anniversary of his debut.

　　Gao Yuanyuan, Tong Liya, parents, second uncle, third uncle, and grandfather were all sitting in the auditorium.

　　Before the start, in order not to disturb him, I went directly to the auditorium.

　　Just to see his show.

　　Not to mention other viewers.

　　He has to be at his best.

　　Therefore, even if the uncle is present in this game, he cannot take away his right to control the stage.

　　But then again, control is under control, and he knows the uncle's level of praise.In order to prevent people from being picked on for not being in the right place, he especially chose this [-]-year-old job.

　　Just right.

　　The more uncle's words, the better the effect of this live.

　　……

　　"Following, please enjoy the cross talk: "Fu Shou Quan", performers: Wu Shaobai, Guo Degang ¨'."

　　The 8000 people in the audience burst into cheers, which were much louder than Kong Yunlong and Li Yunjie who started the show.

　　After telling each other how hard it was, the two of them, one black, one white, one tall, one short, one fat and one thin, walked to the stage with smiles on their faces.

　　Immediately below the stage, the audience gathered around, holding gifts and shouting the names of Wu Shaobai and Guo Degang.

　　The two quickly walked over and started picking up.

　　But because there are too many people, the time is a little long.

　　But no audience objected.

　　The tenth anniversary.

　　Mr. Wu's tenth anniversary performance.

　　We would love to see him.

　　He can do anything.

　　Not long after, a bunch of flower baskets and the like were placed on the stage. Wu Shaobai glanced at the family members sitting in the front row, nodded slightly as a greeting, and then returned to the stage with Guo Degang.

　　"Thank you, thank you all for the gifts."

　　"Ah."

　　Standing on the stage, Wu Shaobai looked at the audience and started talking.

　　After speaking, he couldn't help but turn his head.

　　Above the canopy, with a red background and gilded characters:

　　"Wu Shaobai·Hou Zhen, the ten-year commemoration of holding hands"

　　And this time, for some unknown reason, the audience suddenly burst into applause.

　　"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

　　"Thank you, thank you friends."

　　The recovered Wu Shaobai continued to thank him.

　　"Today is December 12rd."

　　"Yes."