The audience at the scene was very enthusiastic and applauded continuously.
It lasted for several seconds before it started to fall slightly.
Qi Yuncheng is very popular these days. The 10th anniversary event he just held, the 10th anniversary cross talk and the interaction with the uncle, are already very popular.
All the young people who come here know it.
The same goes for Xiao Meng. He is already a very mature actor.
"Thank you for your applause and encouragement. The two people who performed just now performed very well, very hotly, and made everyone laugh. But we are different. Let us tell you a quiet cross talk."
Meng Hetang deliberately lowered his voice a little, "Come on stage. Let me introduce myself briefly to everyone. My name is Meng Hetang. This person next to me is my senior brother Qi Yuncheng. He is here to praise me today."
Qi Yuncheng stood behind the microphone and said, "You are here to seek death."
"What does it mean to be dead?"
"Go back and ask the Shaobing and Zhang Jiuling who performed just now."
These opening words are not in words.
It's not that Meng Hetang didn't know, but he still subconsciously looked at Yan Hexiang, Qin Xiaoxian, He Jiuhua and others sitting below.
Both of them smile.
"It's really an honor for me to work with Senior Brother Qi Yuncheng."
"Yes." Qi Yuncheng nodded, "I feel honored for you."
"But senior brother, let's not talk about cross talk today, let's have a good chat."
"Hurrah."
"I want to ask you a question."
"Ask." Qi Yuncheng put his hands behind his back, and he came to praise him. He was very relaxed and rarely praised.
Meng Hetang looked at his senior brother seriously, "How old do you want to live?"
"Um……"
Qi Yuncheng was a little hesitant, as if he didn't know how to think about it. Meng Hetang asked curiously, "Isn't this hard to think about?"
"It's hard to think about it. Anyway, it will be fine if you are older than Master."
"That's good to go."
"Oh? You mean the master is almost gone?"
Talk and enjoy.
There was a lot of laughter at the scene. Guo Degang, who was in the viewing area, had no choice but to open a folding fan and fan himself, "I knew this was going to happen."
"The main thing is that he knows you are there. If you weren't there, he wouldn't have said this."
"That's because I don't know him yet."
"Don't talk about Master, we can't act anymore." Meng Hetang was startled, knowing that Master was watching from the room over there, and quickly changed his mind, "I just thought about how many years I have to live."
"how much?"
"I want to live to be sixty-six."
Looking at him, Qi Yuncheng took out his hands from behind and was very curious, "How do you want to live to sixty-six? Let me guess what you think."
"All right."
Meng Hetang held his hands together, waiting for his senior brother's guess.
After thinking for a while, Qi Yuncheng came up with an idea, "Sixty-six looks old, can't you accept it?"
"wrong."
"The donkey in Guizhou is so incompetent that your works can't keep up."
"That's not right either."
"Deyunshe has closed down. Do you want to die?"
"Impossible." Meng Hetang shook his head and began to explain, "Because of the great success of Liuliu."
"Sixty-sixth great success? This is good luck. Are you afraid that if you die badly, someone else will save you on the way?" Qi Yuncheng said angrily.
Meng Hetang was secretly happy in his heart, there was no such thing as a baggage-breaking design at all.
But now he understands why his senior brother doesn't worry too much every time he goes on stage, because what happens on stage can only be known when he goes on stage.
This is a real actor.
"No." Meng Hetang had no choice but to speak and bring the topic back. At the same time, he also learned something.
"Then there is another reason."
"Because only then will your reputation stop falling, and do you know when your reputation will be most visible?"
"do not know when."
"At the funeral."
"Yo." It seemed that the topic was unexpected. Qi Yuncheng began to think about it behind the table, and couldn't help but ask, "Why is it at a funeral?"
"Because at the funeral, when the host reads your name, your name is the real name."
"Oh, the dead are the most important?"
Meng Hetang looked at his senior brother, "Have you ever attended a funeral?"
"I have attended Mr. Zhang Wenshun's funeral, Master Hou Yaowen's funeral..."
"Okay, stop talking. You have attended so many funerals. Have you ever attended your own funeral?"
"Have you participated?"
"I definitely haven't attended it, but I have already thought about my funeral. Everything will be simple and there will be a big screen."
Meng Hetang gestured in all directions, and he was about to enter the state. He raised his head and pointed and read, "It says that Meng Hetang was born in 1988, male, Han nationality. No other links are required, only one link is required.
, read the letters I wrote during my lifetime.”
"Suicide note? Oh..." Qi Yuncheng couldn't help but take a breath and suddenly realized, "It turns out that what I was talking about today was a sad cross talk."
Feel around.
Meng Hetang took out a few pieces of paper from his pants pocket. There were real words on the paper, but it was not a word-for-word manuscript. "My suicide note has been written a long time ago. Come on, brother, read it for me."
"
"Shall I read your suicide note?"
"I have dyslexia." Meng Hetang sincerely handed a few pieces of paper to his senior brother. Qi Yuncheng was still a little reluctant in his acting state, but still took it in his hand, showing some curiosity when looking at it, and slowly mouthed
Thinking.
"Hello everyone, thank you for attending my father's funeral..."
With a swish, Qi Yuncheng threw a few pieces of paper on the ground and asked Meng Hetang with a cold face.
But there’s a lot of fun down there.
The applause continued.
It was all Qi Yuncheng who took advantage of others, but today it is okay.
Facing his senior brother's cold face, Meng Hetang felt uncomfortable, "You disrespect the dead too much."
"You must be sick, so this is an advantage."
"This is a suicide note, this is my suicide note." Meng Hetang picked up a few pieces of paper in aggrieved manner.
"Read it yourself." Qi Yuncheng said bluntly.
"Okay, I'll read it myself."
After a brief rest of the emotions, today’s highlight is finally here.
"Suicide note! Hello everyone, thank you for attending my father's funeral. I am Meng Hetang's son."
Qi Yuncheng shook his head and looked at the audience, "Fortunately I didn't think about it later, otherwise it would have been true that all the brothers and sisters were so cheating."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The following paragraph is the last paragraph my father wrote to this world." Meng Hetang, who was looking at the paper, took a moment to look at the audience below, "Friends
, I am Meng Hetang. When you hear this letter, I will be lying on my dead face. Don’t laugh, yes, this is my funeral."
Feeling something was wrong, Qi Yuncheng leaned over to read his suicide note, "Don't laugh, is it written on it?"
Meng Hetang was speechless, so he took it over and showed it to him.
"Now please all stand up..."
After saying this, some people at the scene really wanted to stand up, but immediately retracted. Qi Yuncheng looked very happy, but did not make excuses. Instead, he said, "No one stood up, only a few cameras stood up. They respect you very much."
"
The first ones to laugh were the brothers in the audience, especially Wang Jiulong, who covered his face with joy. The big camera was something he had just mentioned, which was very impressive.
"It's okay, you don't have to stand up."
Meng Hetang waved his hands and continued to read, "I have left this world, with too many regrets and too much reluctance. I don't want to let go of my relatives, I don't want to let go of my friends, I don't want to let go of my master and my wife.
, I can’t let go of Deyun Club, I can’t let go of this stage, please let me die here.”
Qi Yuncheng couldn't talk idlely, so he stretched out his hand to stop him, "That's a stage accident."
"Huh? Can't you die on stage?"
"No, Luan Yunping will be fined."
"I will be fined even if I die???"
Meng Hetang was going crazy, why was there a fine, but the audience and fellow apprentices were really amused by Qi Yuncheng, especially Luan Yunping, who was sitting backstage, and it touched his heart.
While enjoying themselves, Shaobing, who had finished her performance, sneaked up to Luan Yunping.
"I bet a hundred dollars that there are absolutely no right words in this paragraph."
"Looking at Xiao Meng's expression, I guess so."
On the stage, Qi Yuncheng had a serious expression, "Luan Yunping is a very rigorous person, and I understand him."
"Okay, I'm going to cross this paragraph out. I didn't bring a pen to cross it out."
Meng Hetang could only say this while holding the suicide note, and then cleared his throat and continued, "The last thing I regret is that they are the two wonderful little baggage pieces that I created during my lifetime. They have not yet been seen by everyone. I hope that my
Colleagues perform for everyone.
Let these two baggage meet you in a special form.
After much thought, I decided to let Master Brother play the role."
"Me? Why?" Qi Yuncheng was a little unsure behind the table.
"Because among the brothers, the performance level of the master brother has always been the best in my heart."
"No." Qi Yuncheng frowned, looking very casual. He leaned next to Xiao Meng and pointed at the words he just read, "What is this?"
"Because among the brothers, the performance level of the master brother has always been the best in my heart."
"Oh, wait a minute, what's this?"
Ha ha ha ha!
The laughter started naturally. Qi Yuncheng also knew that he was embarrassed and immediately stepped back, "I mainly like to hear it."
"I believe that Master Brother will play the last two burdens in my life well."
"What kind of baggage is this?"
Taking out his pocket again, Meng Hetang stretched out his hand and handed out a very small note, "Brother, it's up to you."
"Don't tell me, the burden is really small."
Looking at the two notes, Qi Yuncheng slowly opened them. He was also very puzzled about what burden he could bear to worry about until his death. He lowered his head and read out each word.
"Okay, I saw it. My dear friends, my name is Meng Hetang, and these are the last two little bundles I wrote. Let me tell you a little riddle. Guess it. It's a prick... your uncle!!"
Before half the beat, Qi Yuncheng threw the note directly over. "Cila spread out an egg, Cila spread out another egg, Cila spread out a duck egg. This is an old joke for many years, eighty
I haven’t left this burden behind for years.”
Meng Hetang looked distracted for a moment, and quickly handed over another small bundle, "There is another one, please think about that one."
"Xiao Ming's pants fell down from the fifth floor. Why is he okay? The answer is on the back." Qi Yuncheng turned the note over and read out the answer, "Because his pants fell down."
With a swish, he lost the small piece of paper again.
Qi Yuncheng was not angry. He pointed at Meng Hetang and said, "Stop being sixty-six, can you go and die now? Your pants fell down? What kind of burden? This is not as funny as Teacher Yu Qian's father, Mr. Wang."
do you know?"
indeed so.
Qi Yuncheng said that the more than 300 audience members were delighted.
Even though he is a compliment, his behavior on stage is very amusing, and most of the baggage lies with him.
Yu Qian also had a smile on his face in the viewing room and couldn't help but praise, "Yun Cheng is very good, just for fun. Sure enough, an actor has matured to a certain level. Regardless of whether he talks about cross talk, he is standing there in a very good state."
In place.
A bit like an old artist.
With this style, the audience can love her, laugh at her, and make fun of her at will."
"That's right." Guo Degang was happy and agreed emphatically, "Let the children find things."
Amid laughter, Meng Hetang felt embarrassed and could only continue to read the suicide note in despair.
"After listening to these two baggage, are you laughing so hard?"
"Yes! Hahaha!" Qi Yuncheng was very cooperative and smiled coldly. This smile made the audience unable to hold back their emotions.
"That's right, I just hope to leave everyone with laughter. Now I'm lying in front of you and asking the beautician to raise the corners of my mouth while putting on makeup for me."
"Well, by the way, I'll also draw my eyebrows."
This sentence was amazing. Turning his head, Meng Hetang looked at his senior brother in shock. He was about to collapse. "Can you not say anything? This is a sad cross talk. You stood beside me and praised it as a cross talk. It's a burden."
It’s all on you.”
"Nonsense, if you can shake off the burden, it's just a scam."
"Brother!!" Meng Hetang shouted pleadingly.
Qi Yuncheng had no choice but to keep nodding, "Okay, okay, sad cross talk."
"Please raise the corners of my mouth to freeze my smile at the last moment. Please turn my face to the left so that I can look at my crotch."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Meng Hetang looked at his senior brother.
Qi Yuncheng pushed him back, "I don't want to be with you."
"Finally, please start spinning, but please don't spin too fast."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid of fainting."
"You're going to faint." Qi Yuncheng looked furious.
Meng Hetang ignored it and still said, "This is how I think about the order of people turning around. The first one is Guo Qiling."
"Oh, he was still alive at that time? That's good."
"The second one is Yu Yunting, the fourth one..."
"Wait a moment." Qi Yuncheng noticed something was wrong and quickly held him down, "Why are you a little bit confused about numbers? Where is the third one?"
"The third one is a photo of Zhou Jiuli, and the fourth one is holding it in his hand."
"That's because I came with you."
Qi Yuncheng laughed and complained, while Zhou Jiuliang, who was sitting in the background, was even happier. He looked at the sesame cakes happily and said, "Hey, his suicide note has my name in it."
"He can't survive me. The fourth one is Zhou Jiuliang's child named Zhou Xiaoliang, holding a photo of his father. I want my old buddy to come and see my funeral."
"There is affection between partners."
Meng Hetang suddenly smiled and gritted his teeth with pride, "Did you do it better than him?"
"Walkers are enemies."
"The fifth one is Wang Haiyang."
Qi Yuncheng asked doubtfully: "Who is Wang Haiyang?"
"Clouds and cranes rise to the sky, dragons soar across the sea, senior brother Hai Zi Ke."
"oh."
"Because he is still young, I believe that when my master takes him in..."
I deliberately broke off a sentence and understood everything.
Qi Yuncheng looked at his suicide note and said nothing, as if he acquiesced. It was not all gone at that time.
"He is my junior brother who is still young. I want him to see how his senior brother died. And behind him is Qi Xi!!"
"Ah?" Qi Yuncheng was surprised, and added one more thing in case some viewers didn't know, "My daughter, my daughter's name is Xixi! Xixi can't come to see you off, you know?"
"Why can't you give it away?" Meng Hetang shifted his gaze from the suicide note and looked at his senior brother.
Qi Yuncheng thought for a while and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, send it to you. She may come to send it to you, and she may even rush to send it to you."
"Why are you still rushing to give it away?"
"Because she likes to eat!!!"
Hahahahaha!
With a bang.
The brothers sitting on the bench below were laughing almost crazy.
Not only them, the old couple in the viewing room laughed even crazier.
Say hello while having fun.
This thing is that only those who understand Xixi's character know whether the burden is good or not, just the character of that little girl Xixi.