Striving in the sixties started from Tu Hop Vien

Under Mr. Shu's unrelenting comfort, after five or six minutes, Aunt Hu stopped crying, wiped her tears and smiled: "Qinggang, don't laugh at your Aunt Hu, it was too miserable at that time." Those who invade others are simply pigs and dogs.

Yang Qinggang hurriedly said: "Aunt Hu, now it's hard work." When I have a day off in the future, as long as I have time, I will definitely come over to accompany you, and you will treat me as your own son, and you can call me as much as you want!"

Mr. Shu also comforted: "Okay, okay, just let this kid come over often in the future." The

old and the young comforted her, and Aunt Hu came to her senses.

Mr. Shu and Yang Qinggang continued to drink tea and talk about writing.

"Qinggang, your manuscript will be put here with me first, I will help you change it and then help you vote, I think you are also confused. "Mr. Shu has a big deal.

Yang Qinggang was overjoyed when he heard this, and he was worried that he had no place to publish it.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Shu.

"But don't be too confident, I can only help you find it, a novel like this you wrote, there are almost no professional newspapers and magazines now, but I think it's a pity if this thing is not published."

Even if it's fun for someone, I'll ask for you.

Yang Qinggang was about to continue to express his gratitude, when a wilting voice came from outside the door, "What are you getting involved with again?"

Mr. Shu didn't care about being interjected by others when he heard this, but laughed and said, "You old boy." Four

old gentlemen who were about the same age as Mr. Shu walked in outside the door, three of them Yang Qinggang had no impression, but the one who started the first was too familiar to him.

Yang Qinggang really didn't expect to travel back to 60 years ago and still see a familiar face.

Yang Qinggang quickly stood up, went to the side to move a stool, took a teacup, replaced it with new tea, and made tea for the four gentlemen who came.

The old people who came couldn't figure out what kind of road this kid was, they and Mr. Shu were old acquaintances, so naturally they wouldn't think that this was Mr. Shu's family.

But being at Mr. Shu's house is naturally not ordinary, so everyone still nodded at him politely and thanked him.

Yang Qinggang was secretly happy in his heart, hahahaha, Mr. Hou said thank you to me!

That's right, it was Mr. Hou who took the lead in the door, the father of the little black fat man's master.

"Come on, Qinggang, let me introduce you to you, this is Mr. Lian Zhong Sanlian, a storyteller. "

Hello, hello. Yang Qinggang nodded and shook hands with someone, bending this waist, he was not aggrieved at all, even the founder of the storytelling.

"This is Mr. Cao, the well-known king of the drum world. "

Hello, hello. Yang Qinggang continued to shake hands with people, this gentleman is also a famous character.

"This is Mr. Sun, a famous cross talker. "

Hello, hello. Yang Qinggang also stretched out his hand very affectionately, this is Mr. Hou's partner, a great master.

"This is Mr. Hou, and he is also a cross talker.

Yang Qinggang rubbed his hands and wiped his clothes a few more times, before reaching out and shaking hands with Mr. Hou, who looked inexplicable.

"Hello, hello. It's such an honor to meet you!" Now

Mr. Hou is even more confused, this young man obviously treats guests at Mr. Shu's house as if he were in his own home, which shows that his identity is not ordinary, how can he be honored to see himself.

Before he could speak, Mr. Shu was not satisfied.

"Boy, why are you so excited to see the surname Hou? You haven't seen me like this before, am I worse than him?"

Yang Qinggang smiled and said: "You two are not the same type, take food as an example, you are like a famous dish Buddha jumping over the wall, in my life, let alone eating, even if I see it, I am excited." You are a man of letters.

Mr. Hou is like a home-cooked dish, the most common dish eaten by the people on weekdays, the one that is closest to the people, and the works of art that the people like to see, are artists that everyone likes and are close to life.

"Well, that's what happened. Mr. Hou was compared to "home cooking" by Yang Qinggang, not only was he angry, but he was quite happy, as Yang Qinggang said, as a cross talk artist close to the masses, it is the goal he has been working tirelessly for.

"Heh, I see that you are a little duplicitous, but I think I am not as good as Lao Hou. "Mr. Shu is also jealous.

"Oh, my Mr. Shu, I was like a third grandson when I first saw you, so you forgot about it?" Yang Qinggang begged for mercy again and again.

The corners of Mr. Shu's mouth twitched, his head was raised, and he looked at Yang Qinggang with an inexplicable look and said: "The third grandson is not very similar, I think you are like my son!"

If someone else said this, Yang Qinggang would definitely turn his face, isn't this scolding.

But this Mr. Shu is in his 60s this year, and he is still a respected patriotic writer, not to mention his administrative position, if he says on the street that he wants to recognize a son, he will have to kneel on the street.

Mr. Hou and Mr. Shu have been good friends for more than ten years, especially when they were in the cross talk reform group, they were inseparable almost every day.

He also found that this old friend of mine seemed to really want to take in a son.

"Kneel down and call Dad!" Mr. Hou stretched out his foot and hooked Yang Qinggang's knee socket with his toes.

Yang Qinggang also simply took advantage of the situation, pushing the golden mountain and kneeling on the ground like a jade pillar.

"Godfather.

"Hahahaha...... Mr. Shu smiled with great relief, and stretched out two hands to help Yang Qinggang get up, "This matter is so preliminarily decided

! Didn't you just say that your uncle is also here, and when dinner is tomorrow, you bring him over, and our brothers will also meet!

"Yes, yes. The four gentlemen in the room all laughed and clapped their hands.

"Alright, alright. That's all for my old man's private affairs, let's get down to business. Mr. Shu pressed his hand down, stopping everyone's laughter.

Yang Qinggang stood aside, and he didn't dare to lean in front of the table.

He was a guest before, and it was naturally nothing to sit together and drink tea, but now he is his own person, and these old gentlemen came to the house, and he was still sitting and drinking tea on the side, which seemed a little rude.

So he simply took a teapot and saw who was running out of water, so he added water to someone.

Hearing Mr. Shu's words, Mr. Sun and Mr. Hou took the lead in standing up.

"Then our brothers will be ugly first. "

It turns out that these two old gentlemen began to talk about cross talk.