Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

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　　The audience in the front row had already leaned over, trying to see clearly.

　　But because the characters are too small, I can't really read it.

　　But it doesn't matter, Wu Shaobai took the initiative to explain:

　　"Everyone, on this manuscript paper is the original manuscript when the uncle and Mr. Zhang created the truth. Although the Deyun Society did not develop at that time, Mr. Zhang was very careful and put this draft away. And I went to That day, he handed it over to me. And he told me: boy, if your uncle doesn't sing the whole "Da Truth", that's to hold me. But I can't be selfish because of my personal reasons, so that the audience can't hear the whole thing. Ben'er's "The Great Truth". Today, I will give this manuscript to you. From today, as long as you and your uncle are on the same stage, you must sing the whole book of "The Great Truth". It doesn't matter if I die, but "The Great Truth" "The Truth" was accompanied by Deyun Club and grew up in the ears of the audience. Today, I will hand over this inheritance to you. I don't even recognize your master, I only recognize you. "Truth", you come and hold it."

　　He spoke solemnly and loudly.

　　Then he walked out of the table, stood in front of the stage, made the audience see the manuscript as clearly as possible, and then stood inside the table again with the applause of the big guy.

　　While putting the manuscript paper back into the box carefully, he said:

　　"Of course, what I said is not true..."

　　At this time, Yu Xuancai finally spoke:

　　"What's the matter?"

　　Then I saw Wu Shaobai slanting his shoulders, one high and one low:

　　"Mr. Zhang said it in this posture at the time."

　　"Haha~"

　　Looking at his high and low shoulders, the audience burst into laughter.

　　And Guo Degang finally showed a few smiles on his face, nodded:

　　"Mr. Zhang Wenshun is the king of sloping shoulders in our Deyun Club. If you don't say anything else, boy, you're a beginner with this move."

　　"Hahaha~"

　　The audience laughed again.

　　Guo Degang just said:

　　"Okay, that's what we're talking about. We also hope that the old gentleman can recover quickly, return to the stage, and bring happiness to everyone. And today, everyone, you're here. In the future, as long as it's me and this guy. On the stage where the children are with you, then you can hear the whole book of "The Great Truth", no gossip, and the whole book of "The Great Truth" is sent to you. Say goodbye!"

　　"Oh?"

　　Wu Shaobai stood in an orderly manner, oh well.

　　"God is not a kiss."

　　"how?"

　　"The sky has the sun, the moon, and the stars~~ Na!"

　　"Ok!"

　　"Sun ~ Moon ~ Shuttle ~ Reminder ~ People ~ Old ~ Oh ~ Take away the world, how many people~~"

　　"Everyone has to go."

　　"Say dear."

　　Guo Degang waited here for Wu Shaobai to say a word.

　　"Mother Earth."

　　Hearing this, in a trance, for some reason, Guo Degang suddenly laughed.

　　Others don't know, but he himself knows.

　　In front of him is no longer the magnificent Guangde Building, but a lonely paradise.

　　That would be...

　　There may be more people in the backstage than the audience at the end of Tianyuan, but in the face of these few audiences, he and Mr. Zhang conscientiously sang into the microphone:

　　"The land isn't even close."

　　"why?"

　　the high-shouldered old man asked.

　　Guo Degang picked up a fan and pointed at the fan:

　　"Everything grows on the ground, like gold~~ Na!"

　　"Yes."

　　"Fighting ~ fame ~ how much profit ~ set ~ look at the new tombs, look at the old tombs~"

　　Mr. Zhang pointed to the table:

　　"How many people have been hurt by the word fame and fortune?"

　　"Say Mom and Dad."

　　"Daddy, where are your parents?"

　　Zhang asked.

　　"My parents aren't even close."

　　"Why?"

　　"Mom and Dad can't~live forever~ Na!"

　　"Yes, you can't keep following."

　　At this time, in Guo Degang's eyes, the audience in Tianyuan has gradually increased, and slowly, the first three rows can be filled...

　　Facing these audiences, he spread his hands:

　　"A full house of children~ I can't keep it~ A handful of loess, rain and tears~"

　　At this time, Mr. Zhang stopped:

　　"Not to mention that the house is full of children. If you want to leave, the people of the whole country will not be able to keep it."

　　In the past, the audience would laugh at this time.

　　But this time, they didn't.

　　But Guo Degang didn't care and continued to sing:

　　"Say my son~ dear."

　　"This is dear."

　　"Not a relative."

　　"why?"

　　"People leave descendants~ Grass leaves roots~ Na!"

　　"People are keeping children~"

　　"Eight carry a large sedan chair to marry my daughter-in-law~ give my son to~ my father-in-law~"

　　"The son is equal to the adoption."

　　"Tell my friend~"

　　"Are you friends?"

　　"Not a relative."

　　"Oh?"

　　"Friends are ~ people who meet on the road~ Na! People are not enough~ This snake swallows an elephant~ A friend who turns his face is an enemy~"

　　"rational."

　　"Tell relatives~"

　　"It's good to hear from relatives."

　　"Not a relative."

　　"why?"

　　"You are rich~ You can be considered a relative~ One day you will be poor~"

　　"The poor one."

　　"The rich do not enter, the poor are the door~~"

　　"It's called being poor on the street and no one asked, and being rich with distant relatives in the mountains."

　　……

　　With a loud voice, every time Guo Degang sings a sentence, he is extremely accurate.

　　In Guo Degang's eyes, I don't know when, more and more people were sitting under the stage of Tianyuan and listening to him sing the truth, and everyone looked at him with a smile in their eyes.

　　Full of pits and valleys!

　　Subconsciously turned his head to look... but found...

　　I don't know when, the one-word sloping shoulder king of Deyun Club... the shoulder on the right... is more slumped than it used to be.

　　But he was rough and didn't care.

　　Still continue to sing like that.

　　Say my daughter-in-law~

　　Say Xiaomi dear~

　　Say bro~

　　say husband kiss

　　Slowly, Mr. Zhang's voice became smaller and more hoarse.

　　Father, what's wrong with you?

　　he thought to himself.