After a little song was sung, Lu Yuanhang cleared his throat and his face was a little strange.

When he was singing it, although the lyrics of the song were originally somewhat impressed, they were not professional after all, and they were inevitably a little vague and seemingly quarrel. But when he was about to sing it, the lyrics seemed to be naturally imprinted in his mind, which surprised him a little.

But he didn't care much. After all, time travel and possession happened. Now even if an Iron Man suddenly appeared and said he wanted to take him to save the world, he wouldn't be too surprised.

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

"Two, what about this little song?"

The tall and thin old man looked shocked and didn't care about anything else. He hurried forward and pulled Lu Yuanhang's arm, with a strong desire for knowledge.

He wanted to know who taught his apprentice with such a bright voice!

"Boy, who are you going to teach me?"

This kid sang so well! He has definitely learned crosstalk for a long time, and he has not been able to sing so clearly for more than ten years.

He stared at Lu Yuanhang with a nervous look on his face. He was really scared. The crosstalk world is now! Alas, it would be better if you don’t mention it.

I saw Lu Yuanhang smiled slightly, and he had already had a curse in his heart. He didn't sing the whole song just now, but he could have seen the old man's eyes, and he had already figured out what the old man had to ask, so he had already thought about dealing with it.

"The boy has no teacher or school, a little man in the mountains. When I was a child, I heard Mr. Liu sing this thing next to the village, and I often sing it with him. It was just for a fun thing, so I asked two people to laugh at it, hehe."

He spitted out without blinking his eyes.

But this sentence caused him trouble.

Because of this sentence, Lu Yuanhang's life trajectory has undergone earth-shaking changes!

The fat old man looked anxious, and then strode up and pulled Lu Yuanhang's hand and asked:

"Boy, do you have three black moles on your forehead?"

After hearing this, Lu Yuanhang hadn't reacted yet, his mind was a little confused.

The tall and thin old man next to him looked shocked.

His mouth was trembling, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

"Mo... Could it be him?"

He turned to look at Lu Yuanhang, looked at him with anticipation, and showed anticipational eyes at Lu Yuanhang.

OK! Can this hit the gun?

Lu Yuanhang's cold sweat was over. He hadn't lie for several years. Can he face a gun when he was panic this time?

Thoughts are twisted a thousand times, but the lightning is in a flash

"This...this..."

Lu Yuanhang stuttered and his eyes flashed.

The two old men were almost desperate. This little brother is really a narrow-minded person!

They looked at each other, communicated with each other for a moment, and made a gesture to bow to Lu Yuanhang.

"Oh, what are you doing? I want me to live a life-threatening life..."

Lu Yuanhang quickly stopped the two old men.

But the two old men were tough and finally got on.

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

"Little brother, what I said to my brother just now, which made me feel a little confused. Please forgive me. If you forgive me, then the news about Mr. Liu is very important to us. Please tell me, and I will thank you very much."

No one is there? Mr. Liu!

Lu Yuanhang felt a little regretful. He wouldn't have said this if he had known it. But when he saw that the two of them were really good, he couldn't bear to tell them the truth, so he had to slowly make up lies.

"The old man didn't pay attention to a few black moles on his forehead. I don't know if he was telling you the same person. The old man Liu I know...hehe, he left long before the boy came out to make a fuss."

After a scheming in his heart, he was ready to die without evidence.

"Leave? Where can he go when he is so old!"

The fat old man was a little anxious. Before he could turn his mind, he couldn't help but increase his voice.

The thin old man pulled the fat old man with a little red eyes and said a few words to Lu Yuanhang with difficulty.

"Could it be...he has gone to immortality?"

Lu Yuanhang felt a little reluctant, but he had no choice but to fill in the hole he dug.

I saw him nodding heavily, pretending to be sad.

"The old man said to mourn."

"Then did he... leave a child and a half of his daughter?"

The fat old man's eyes were even redder and his fingers were trembling. He asked quickly without caring about sadness.

"No, he has always been alone, but he is kind-hearted and speaks funny, and he has always been popular in the village."

He gestured a thumbs up

Thinking that since the panic has been scattered, it is better to say it is more mellow, so I continued to add it.

"On the day when the old man left, Xiao Xueer was floating. The villagers gathered money. The family paid fifty and the other one paid a hundred. They all saw off the old man off. It was the coffin that the boy carried."

When Lu Yuanhang said this, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Don’t say that the capital city on this welfare day is so hot.

"But... when the old man was there, the boy often went to his house to read some books written by the old man."

Looking at the unloving glory in the eyes of the two old men, Lu Yuanhang was afraid that the two of them would not be able to think about it, so he left a thought for them.

At worst, I can tinker with the bottom of Lao Guo’s box, but I am afraid that I can’t satisfy these two old guys?

And maybe I will sell it to these two old men, so we have started the start-up capital in this unfamiliar place.

The ghost boy is smart.

Who is Lao Guo? The god of crosstalk! The worst thing is that crosstalk becomes a master. His things are hehe... that's a peach.

Book? Yes! It must be the experience of Uncle Master. Just say that Uncle Master is so fond of crosstalk, it is impossible for him to go so simply! The two of them were filled with sadness and joy.

"Where is the book?"

The two of them spoke in unison

"I've buried it, the boy must put it in the burial objects."

Lu Yuanhang is serious nonsense.

Humph, if I give you Lao Guo’s treasure so easily, how much money can it be worth? I will definitely have to hang it on you first. When you are anxious, it’s when I speak.

The two of them were in a daze and could not do anything to dig out old graves.

"But, the content recorded in the book seems to be vaguely recorded by a boy."

This boy is bad

The two looked surprised:

"What do you say in the book?!"

"This book says, tsk, hey, the boy seems to be thirsty."

As he said that, he smacked his mouth a few times and shook his eyebrows at the two old men.

It’s just one dollar to save one dollar. You can’t do business that is losing money.

Hey! This kid is so bad

The two old men complained at the same time

"Yes, yes, yes, there are so many people here. Let's find a cool place and say, I'll invite my little brother to have tea."

That thin old man is a very talented person.

He took Lu Yuanhang's hand and squeezed out of the crowd and walked out, regardless of how the crowd kept him, he did not look back.

Everyone looked at the three people who were leaving and walked away cursingly. The crowd was dispersed.

The three of them walked all the way, and the old man was not in a hurry to ask about books on the road, but instead asked Lu Yuanhang about his family's thoughts from the side, and he just talked about it all over the place.

Lu Yuanhang knew about the two of them. The fatter supporting actor named Wang Jiuling, and the thin funny actor named Guan Jiuliang. The two are brothers. The old man Liu in his mouth is their junior uncle. Liu Yunmiao is less than ten years older than the two. It turns out that when crosstalk was still in its prime, the small theater was like bamboo shoots after a rain. In any theater, Liu Lao can be called a famous actor. It is still the same kind of audience just to see his role. It is more than enough to support a theater by one person. A group of artists pointed at him and had dinner alone.

However, afterwards, some unpleasant things happened to the master's sect, he left in anger and found no news for more than 20 years.

Not long after Liu Yunmiao left, crosstalk also set in an unconscious way. Since then, crosstalk seems to have become a thing of the past, accompanied by the decline of crosstalk, sketches, variety shows, and talk shows, many celebrities have stood out from it.

During this period, it was not that no one thought about saving crosstalk, but crosstalk was like a baby without breasts. How could the audience get so happy? He really wanted to kill the thief and was powerless to turn the world around.

Unconsciously, under the guidance of Guan Jiuliang, a group of three walked to a shop called "Youjian Teahouse". When they entered the door, they saw that the tables and chairs were neatly divided into two upper and lower floors. The second floor was a small private room, with some curtains open and some closed. The westmost floor below was a high platform about ten square meters. There were three microphones standing on the platform. Each person was tall. The table was facing the neat tables and chairs.

Although it was already dark at this time, the business of this teahouse was still quite prosperous, and many people sat on chairs and whispered.

A person came to Guan Jiuliang. The man asked Mr. Guan Hello. Guan Jiuliang responded with a smile.

"Liuzi, just find a private room to have a pot of good tea. Today, Mr. Liu has a distinguished guest."

After hearing this, Liuzi nodded, replied "Okay", and took the three of them upstairs and led the three into the private room to sit down. Liuzi pulled the curtain of the private room and turned around and left.
To be continued...