After singing a little song, Lu Yuanhang cleared his throat with a strange look on his face.

When he first sang, the lyrics of the song had some impression, but he was not a professional after all, so it was inevitable that they were a bit vague. But when he was about to sing, the lyrics seemed to be printed in his mind, making him a little confused.

surprise.

But he didn't care too much. After all, things like time-travel possession have happened, and now even if Iron Man suddenly appeared and said he would take him to save the world, he wouldn't be too surprised.

Lu Yuanhang opened his eyes, looked at the two old men with surprised faces, and made a list.

"Boy, what do you think of this little tune?"

The tall, thin old man had a face full of shock and could not care about anything else. He hurried forward and pulled Lu Yuanhang's arm. He was very curious about knowledge.

He wanted to know who taught the apprentice with such a loud voice!

"Boy, who do you study under?"

This guy sings so well! He must have learned cross talk for a long time. No one who has been practicing cross talk for more than ten years can sing with such a clear voice?

He stared at Lu Yuanhang nervously. He was really scared of the current cross talk world! Oh, let's not mention it.

Lu Yuanhang smiled slightly. He already had an idea in his mind. He didn't sing with his eyes closed the whole time just now. He could already see the look in the old man's eyes. He had already figured out what to ask the old man, so he had already thought about how to deal with it.

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"This kid has no teachers and no sect. He is a small commoner in the mountains. When I was a child, I always listened to the uncle Liu next door in the village singing this stuff. I thought it sounded good and I often sang along. It was just for fun. I made you two laugh at it, hehe.

"

He casually let out a small panic without blinking an eye.

But this sentence just caused him trouble.

Just because of these words, Lu Yuanhang's future life trajectory has undergone earth-shaking changes!

The fat old man looked anxious. He strode up and took Lu Yuanhang's hand and asked:

"Boy, does the Uncle Liu you are talking about have three moles on his forehead?"

After hearing this, Lu Yuanhang didn't react yet, and his brain reception was a bit confused.

The tall, thin old man next to him had a look of shock.

His mouth was trembling a little, and he swallowed hard.

"Mo...could it really be him?"

Turning to look at Lu Yuanhang, he looked at him expectantly and looked at Lu Yuanhang expectantly.

Okay! Can this hit the muzzle of a gun?

Lu Yuanhang broke out in a cold sweat. How many years had he not lied? How could he get shot in the face even if he panicked?

My mind goes back and forth a thousand times, but it only takes a flash of lightning

"This...this..."

Lu Yuanhang hesitated, his eyes flickering.

The two old men were almost dying of anxiety. This little brother was really a narrow-minded person!

The two of them looked at each other, communicated with each other for a moment, and made gestures to bow before landing.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing? You want me to shorten my life? This is..."

Lu Yuanhang quickly stopped the two old men.

But the two old men had a tough attitude and finally decided to marry.

Before Lu Yuanhang could speak, the tall and thin man said hurriedly to Lu Yuanhang:

"Little brother, just now the two of us said something that we shouldn't have said to the little brother, which made him feel a little confused. Please forgive me, little brother. Forgive me. The news about Mr. Liu is very important to us. Please

Be sure to tell me, and we will both be deeply grateful."

How can there be such a thing as Mr. Liu!

Lu Yuanhang felt a little regretful, he would not have said this if he had known it earlier, but when he saw that the two people had really good attitudes, he couldn't bear to tell them the truth, so he had to slowly make up lies.

"The boy didn't notice the moles on the old man's forehead. I don't know if he is talking about the same person. The old man Liu I know... ahem, he left long before the boy came out to make a living."

His heart skipped a beat, and he was prepared to die without any evidence.

"Leaving? Where can he go at such an old age!"

The fat old man was a little anxious. His mind hadn't recovered yet, so he couldn't help but raise his voice a bit when he said this.

The thin old man pulled the fat old man, his eyes were a little red, and he struggled to say a few words about the landing voyage.

"Could it be that...he has passed away?"

Lu Yuanhang couldn't bear it, but he had no choice but to fill the hole he dug.

I saw him nodding heavily, pretending to be sad.

"My condolences, old man."

"Then... did he leave behind a son and a half daughters?"

The fat old man's eyes were even redder and his fingers were trembling. He couldn't care less about his sadness and asked quickly.

"That's not true. He has always been alone. However, he is kind-hearted and funny. He has always been popular in the village."

He gave a thumbs up gesture

Thinking that since I had already let go of my panic, I might as well say it more tactfully, so I continued to add.

"On the day the old man left, there was a small amount of snow falling. People in the village pooled their money together. One family gave fifty and another one hundred, and they all gave the old man a farewell. It was the boy who carried the coffin."

When Lu Yuanhang said this, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Don't tell me that the capital is really hot in this welfare day.

"But...when the old gentleman is here, I often go to his room to read some of the books written by the old gentleman."

Seeing the loveless gleam in the eyes of the two old men, Lu Yuanhang was afraid that they would not be able to think about it, so he still left a thought for them.

The worst he can do is to dig out the bottom of Lao Guo's box, but are he afraid that he won't be able to satisfy these two old guys?

And maybe by selling it to these two old men, we would have some start-up capital in this unfamiliar place.

The ghost boy is very clever.

Who is Lao Guo? The god who talks about cross talk! The worst thing is that he is a master of cross talk. His thing is... that's a flat peach.

Book? Yes! It must have been my uncle’s experience. He said that someone who loves cross talk so much cannot just leave like that! The two of them felt sad and happy at the same time.

"Where is the book?"

The two said in unison

"Bury him, I will definitely put him among the funerary objects."

Lu Yuanhang talked nonsense seriously.

Humph, if I gave Lao Guo's treasure to you so easily, how much would it be worth? I'd definitely have to dry you out first, and when you get anxious, hey, that's when I speak.

The two of them were so devastated that they couldn't do the dirty work of digging up old people's graves.

"But, I seem to have vaguely memorized a third of what is written in the book."

How bad is this guy?

The two looked surprised:

"What do the books say?!"

"That's what it says in the book, tsk tsk, hey, the kid seems to be thirsty."

As he spoke, he chirped a few times and twitched his eyebrows at the two old men.

If you can save a dollar, it's still a dollar. You can't do business at a loss.

Hey! This kid is so bad.

The two old men complained at the same time

"Yes, yes, there are many people here. Let's find a cool place to talk. I'll treat my little brother to tea."

That thin old man is quite a man.

Pulling Lu Yuanhang's hand, he squeezed through the crowd and walked out. No matter how the crowd tried to persuade him to stay, he never looked back.

Everyone looked at the three people walking away, cursed and walked away. The crowd had dispersed.

The three of them walked together. On the way, the old man was not in a hurry to ask about the book. Instead, he inquired about Lu Yuanhang's parents' affairs from the side, and the conversation continued back and forth.

Lu Yuanhang did know the two of them. The fatter one named Wang was called Wang Jiuling, and the thin one named Guan was called Guan Jiuliang. They were junior brothers, and the Mr. Liu they mentioned was their junior uncle.

Liu Yunmiao is less than ten years older than the two of them. It turns out that when cross talk was still in its heyday, small theaters were springing up. Mr. Liu could be called a famous actor in any theater, and he was still the kind of actor who only came to see him.

Son, it is more than enough for one person to support a theater, and a group of artists will feed him alone.

But later, because something went wrong with his teacher, he left in anger and there was no news from him for more than 20 years.

Not long after Liu Yunmiao left, cross talk also began to sunset unknowingly. Since then, cross talk seemed to have become a thing of the past. Along with the decline of cross talk, sketches, variety shows, and talk shows have seen the rise of many stars.
To be continued...