On the road in the wilderness at summer night, a RV that had not been cleaned for some days was driving at a constant speed. The driver Shen Qingge drove the window very unemployed and smoked. It was hard to believe that the car had actually been moving left and right in the middle of a road for a long time, and it was no more than five centimeters. He was very skilled and brave, and he seemed to be the guy who was vomiting smoke rings with pain.

"I have heard of Mr.'s performance. It's not a book, but a crosstalk. I think Mr. has reached a high level in his understanding of this art or the development of this art. In other words, it's all right. Bringing crosstalk back to the teahouse and stage so that more people can intuitively drink tea and listen to Mr.'s crosstalk. These are the most correct ideas." Wang Qizhudao. After learning about the other party's identity, he naturally replaced him with a husband. For this legendary figure who brought a traditional art back from the brink of death to a bright continent, Wang Qibu was willing to give him such courtesy.

"If it weren't for your crosstalk, you said, I would have thought you were making me relieved. After all, places like me are small places, or it doesn't look like the realm you would go to. Besides, you are so happy at your age, I will thank you no matter what. Don't you have any art. I understand it. I understand it so well, but I still have to walk back to Xingcheng from the old city in the middle of the night. Those who don't understand it well, are there still 30,000 yuan in one performance, and there are cars waiting for them in less than two steps." Guo Degang said, thinking that the last sentence was a bit inappropriate, and he had some silly photography, and he couldn't help but feel a little apologized.

"One day, there will be a car in less than two steps away. And believe me, your car will definitely be better than theirs." Wang Qibu is sure. Of course, he has sufficient basis. For example, he has seen it.

"Young Master, you are a good person. A great person, okay, you will be your auspicious word." It was not because of Wang Qibu's words, but mainly because Wang Qibu's determination when he spoke made Guo Degang feel a little moved. This was also the first time he temporarily put down his artist's reserve in front of Wang Qibu.

"No, what I said doesn't matter. The reason I believe this is because the teacher is indeed talented and has a unique vision." Wang Qibu quickly cleared it up. After estimating the distance, Wang Qibu said, "I guess, I guess, the teacher thought that the crosstalk should have been learned from the age of seven or eight, and he learned it until he was eighteen or nineteen, and he followed the master to work on the stage. In his twenties, he gradually found experience, and to the age of thirty and mature. There must be such a process. What Mr. disgusted with is the purpose of his eyes.

95% of the former crosstalk actors in the crosstalk world worked in other jobs before they were twenty-five years old and had never learned crosstalk. The gentleman felt that many actors and comedians became famous before they could learn. If you turn your head and ask them to learn again, they can't make up because they are already artists. Some people can do it for two periods and travel around the world. Why? For example, he went to a small county town in the northwest to perform for a period of time, and took 30,000 yuan in five minutes. In this life, he will be in this life.

He can't come here again. China is so big that he can't make money until he dies. Let's cheat slowly. Mr. thinks that tradition should be respected and disgusted with the trend that the crosstalk industry is blindly chasing new things but ignores. Mr. thinks that the decline of crosstalk needs to be blamed for this. Mr. thinks that the one who shouts that we would rather have an imperfect new than an imperfect old one. He wants to scold these people for being deceived. Mr. thinks that from the late Qing Dynasty to the present, so many old men have refined all the techniques that can form jokes in the country's language. No matter what jokes you tell, you can find them here. In short, Mr. loves crosstalk and also loves this industry." From saying two "I guess", it can be seen that Wang Qibu is still a little guilty. After all, this is what others say. Now that he mentions it, it can be regarded as a joke and a tribute.

So, I can imagine that Guo Degang was shocked at that time. This was what he thought about when he was not good at speaking every day when he couldn't sleep. Why was he pointed out by a young man who had never met today? This is not scientific. The more he thought about it, the more shocked he even half-joking and half-temptedly said, "This young master, you are not a night-traveling god in the Heavenly Sect on earth, dedicate yourself to make fun of me, right?" All these things in front of him, and the faint aura surrounding Wang Qibu that seemed to be there, could not help Guo Degang think so. After saying that, he kept staring at Wang Qibu only. He was really waiting for his words to come true before, and he looked at the Da Luo in front of him to show his true body for him to admire him.

"Master, there is a little ghost blocking the road in front of the road. I complain that local leading cadres have leveled their cemeteries to build roads in order to accelerate urban and rural modernization. Do you care about this?" Shen Qingge, who was driving, also smiled and made fun of it.

Wang Qibu saw Guo Degang's expression becoming more and more weird. Obviously, this guy really believed it.

"Drive your car." Wang Qibu laughed and scolded, then looked at Guo Degang and said, "Sir, he is teasing you. Besides, in myths and legends, it is said that gods do not land on the ground, but they are more than three feet above the ground. Look, my car is not three feet tall, right?"

"It's okay, no matter what, I know that I met a real person today. What you said just now is really what I want to say in my heart. Look, can you give me a few more words?" Guo Degang said. Anyway, he recognized that Wang Qibu was a semi-immortal body with fairy spirit even if he was not Ye You Shen. People who study traditional art believe this.

"Hey, I don't care what you think. Anyway, please believe me, just stick to the path you think is the most impossible in your heart. You will definitely succeed. Didn't Mencius say that God will give a great responsibility to this person, you must first suffer his mind, work hard, and be empty. Doing things without any chaotic actions in short, you can treat everything you are experiencing as a training. No matter how many bumps there are in the future, you must complete it unswervingly. A student group that took only 28 years to get the world. Really, only you have to hold your thoughts and work hard for it. Nothing is impossible." This is not Wang Qibu's nonsense, but in fact these are his objective and true feelings. Whether it is the great cause of revenge in the previous life or the various actions in this life, what can I say is a myth that can be written into the novel?
Chapter completed!