Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　"Okay. That's what I said..."

　　"That's not going to work. As I said, there are no big or small on the stage and there are rules under the stage. Even if your seniority is big, we still don't need to talk about this on stage."

　　"That's right, although there is no size on the stage, and there are rules under the stage. But the reason why I introduced you just now is actually to show the big guy who you are. Ladies, although this teacher Hou is my partner, but It is also my elder. According to the seniority, I have to call people Shishu."

　　"Yes. I'm a generation older than him."

　　Hou Zhen said.

　　Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"But backstage, our relationship is very delicate..."

　　"Yo? What's the matter?"

　　"The reason is actually very simple, mainly because the relationship between me and my aunt is a little delicate~~~"

　　He blinked at the audience under the stage, and someone immediately understood and let out a low laugh.

　　Hou Zhen seemed to have long known what he was going to say, so he picked up a fan as a crutch, propped it on the table, and asked:

　　"What's the relationship between the two of you?"

　　Wu Shaobai glanced at him, then turned his head and said to the audience with a smile:

　　29 "This relationship... it's complicated."

　　"It's okay, you can tell me in detail, I have to listen."

　　Hearing Hou Zhen's words, the audience burst into laughter again.

　　Then I saw Wu Shaobai raise his hand, as if to show the importance of his words, his palm was a knife, and he pointed it in the air in front of him:

　　"First of all, very dear."

　　"How close are you?"

　　"I kissed her and called me by my name. I never returned my nephew or my name. Instead, I called me affectionately~~"

　　"what?"

　　"Officer!"

　　"Fuck off!"

　　Hou Zhen hit him with a fan, but after the fan fell, he was stunned for a moment.

　　The audience was stunned...

　　This sound... not right.

　　Guo Degang said on stage that the fan bones used by cross talk actors are all roasted with fire. Although it looks hard, the fan bones are actually brittle. pain.

　　Therefore, when performing some "Wu Pengzi", "Big Bodyguard" and the like, although I heard the fan crackling, it actually didn't hurt much.

　　But Hou Zhen was obviously wrong this time.

　　There was no sound, and following the force of the downward slash, there was a particularly solid "dong" sound.

　　Everyone instinctively looked at Wu Shaobai.

　　"..."

　　In his eyes, Wu Shaobai stood up straight, with a sullen smile on his face, but there was a hint of pain in the smile.

　　It was very hard to hold back.

　　Then, just like in slow motion, he turned his head a little bit, looked at Hou Zhen who was stunned while clutching the fan, slowly... slowly... cautiously... a little... covered it. head.

　　Then he squatted down again in slow motion.

　　Crouching with his head covered.

　　"Hehehe~"

　　The audience off the field laughed again.

　　After hearing the laughter, Wu Shaobai pointed at Hou Zhen and stood up slowly.

　　With a look of crying and laughing on his face, he rubbed his head and said:

　　"Backstage just now...I'll tell you! The fan in Guangdelou is not quite right, maybe it's a real guy, you have to take it lightly!!! You can't touch the bone before you hit it, right!? Hiss~~ Ouch~ It hurts to death."

　　"..."

　　Hou Zhen looked down at the fan in his hand speechlessly, and when he unfolded it, he pinched the thickest fan bones on both sides in front of the audience.

　　Then he brought the fan closer to the microphone and flicked the fan bone with his fingers.

　　"Da da."

　　Two muffled sounds mean that this fan bone is a serious wooden edge!

　　It's not a bamboo stick grilled with charcoal fire at all!

　　Seeing this, although he was shocked, his reaction was not slow:

　　"I said why the feel is a little different from Tian Paradise... Good guy, it's really relieved to hit so hard!"

　　"Hahaha~"

　　The audience burst into laughter again, and Wu Shaobai rubbed his head desperately.

　　He could even feel a small bump on his head.

　　Needless to say, it was definitely swollen.

　　Because when the fan came up, although Hou Zhen didn't wedge it with force, he could hear the sound of the eight-inch (about 28 cm) fan hitting his brain exactly like a solid wood stick.

　　It hurts a lot.

　　But he also knew that Hou Zhen didn't do it on purpose, and since it was going to be a performance, he didn't care about the bulging bulge on his head, he grabbed Hou Zhen's fan and threw it on the table:

　　"Okay, okay! They are here to listen to cross talk, not to see the crime scene! Are you going to wedge me to death or what?"

　　On the other hand, Hou Zhen picked up the fan again and looked at it. He moved the fan to a farther position on his left hand, and then said:

　　"Anyway, I'm quite relieved."

　　"..."

　　Looking at Wu Shaobai's speechless eyes, Hou Zhen smiled:

　　"Mr. Wu, what did you say my daughter-in-law called you?"

　　"Hahaha~"

　　In the audience's laughter, Wu Shaobai shook his head helplessly:

　　"Seeing you all having fun, I actually want to make a statement here. Teacher Hou and his lover are very loving. And every time I see my aunt, I have to behave properly. I stand with you all. What we said on the stage was what our two actors said to make you happy after we put ourselves into the roles..."

　　Seeing that Wu Shaobai didn't mention what happened just now, although Hou Zhen was worried and wanted to see if he had hurt him, he continued:

　　"Right, that is it."

　　"So, no matter what we said on stage, you all remember it. Off stage, you were looking for me, and I didn't accept it. Mr. Hou, do you think this is the truth?"

　　"Indeed. On stage, it's called a burden. Offstage, this kid won't say anything."

　　Hearing Hou Zhen's words, Wu Shaobai nodded:

　　"That's right. So, now..."

　　He pointed to his feet:

　　"Standing on the stage of Guangde Building, I dare to pat my chest and say to everyone: When Mr. Hou is not at home, my aunt is very white!!!"

　　"Huh!!"

　　Hou Zhen's face was full of shock.

　　The audience did not expect that he would spit out such a sentence suddenly, and the boos mixed with laughter immediately rose.

　　"Applause!!!"

　　Wu Shaobai looked proud:

　　"What? You don't believe it? To tell you the truth, it's not right to say it's very white, it should be said~~~"

　　"What's the matter?"

　　"Special! Don't! White!"

　　In the audience's laughter, he particularly emphasized this sentence. .

Chapter 288

　　"You wait a moment."

　　Hou Zhen quickly stopped him, and then picked up the fan again.

　　"Come here, Wu Shaobai, you have to make it clear to me in front of so many people today. What the hell is going on! What is special white!? What are you two doing behind my back!?"

　　Who knew that after he asked this question, even if he was holding a fan, Wu Shaobai was not afraid, but suddenly approached him and said with a smile:

　　"Look, look, it's serious, isn't it, isn't it serious? Teacher Hou!"

　　As he said, he also grabbed the fan:

　　"Put down the murder weapon first~~Listen to me, I will tell you slowly~"

　　Pressing Hou Zhen's fan on the table, he returned to his microphone position:

　　"Just now when I said that what we both said was not true, you admitted it yourself. We are cross talk actors, and what we are talking about is for everyone's happiness. You see, the audience is so happy... Sir, are you happy?"

　　“Happy~~~”

　　The audience responded in unison.

　　"Eh, just be happy. Right?"

　　"wrong!!"

　　Hou Zhen waved his sleeves: