Chasing dreams Deyun started from the car accident Fenhewan

Chapter 517
"It's not that you don't get excited, you were talking and laughing just now, why are you like this now??? Why are your legs shaking???" Malacca drove the car, looking at Shen Changle and said helplessly.

"Nervous??? I...... Am I so obviously nervous???" Shen Changle touched the beads of sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and pretended to be calm.

"Yes...very, my car has been swaying along with your body, and the elder sister who was waiting at the red light next to us saw that there were two men in our car, and she had been staring at me with weird and curious eyes just now. .” Malacca said.

Shen Changle rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but argue: "That's nothing to do, Brother Ma, put yourself in your shoes and think about it, you suddenly saw the masters and bosses in your cross talk industry... It's not right that you have seen too many of them. gone."

"Firefighters... can't do it either. They're all leaders and they don't have a sense of substitution. Do you have a favorite female star in the entertainment industry, Marco?"

Malacca thought for a while and said: "Not now, of course there were before, and there were quite a lot of them. Before that, Yang Mi was my favorite, but she got married... Later, I liked Tong Liya, but she was also married, until So far, there is no next one."

Shen Changle clapped his hands and said: "Okay, as long as you like it, Brother Ma, imagine it, for example, Tong Liya and Yang Mi are not married now, and now you are driving, and you are going to attend the happy wedding between you and Yang Mi, but You also have a confidante, Tong Liya, who also likes you very much. Hearing that you are going to get married, she immediately flew over from Xinjiang and planned to confess to you at the wedding and snatch you away."

"Cut, how is this possible? There is nothing conceivable." Malacca pretended to be dismissive, but the slight upward arc of the corner of his mouth and the speed of the car from fifty to eighty miles still revealed his true heart idea.

"It's not Brother Ma, you said that if you just go to get married like this, think carefully about whether you are nervous. I am as nervous as you imagined now. Tell me, what would you do if this matter changed for you???" Shen Changle Follow the good way.

"Change me??? A slap to wake myself up, and I will be late for work again......" Malacca shrugged his shoulders.

Shen Changle: "As expected of the people's policeman, the people's soldiers, I accept this awareness... Brother Ma, you are a werewolf, a little more than a ruthless person."

"That is, use this to test the cadres??? Which cadres can't stand such a test??? The most important thing is to imagine what to do..." Malacca said.

Shen Changle laughed, feeling that the previous tension had been relieved a lot.

Malacca took a look at Shen Changle and continued to laugh: "By the way, you know why I didn't learn cross talk when I grew up, but talked about cross talk???"

"Oh??? Since you said that, Brother Ma, there is still a story here???" Shen Changle's attention suddenly became concentrated again.

Malacca smiled mysteriously and said, "You won't believe me when I tell you the answer. The main reason why I didn't talk about cross talk later was actually because of my grandfather."

"Grandpa??? Ma Sanli Ma Lao???" Shen Changle was really taken aback, and then asked:
"Is it because of low class??? The third master Hou also told me similar things. It is said that he is the ancestor of Hou Baolin. He felt that the status of artists at that time was still low. He wanted his three sons to study hard and become cultural people. , there was a good way out, and it turned out that the eldest was obedient and obedient to his studies, the second was all about money and sex, and the third was obsessed with cross talk, and all he wanted to do was to develop in this area."

Malacca smiled and said: "My grandfather had similar thoughts at the time. After all, they all came here before the founding of the People's Republic of China. The low class at that time was no joke. The status was really low."

"Look at that time, just like us, they were all low-level, but they were very good at Beijing opera. Why did Dajiao have to dress up when he became famous, especially with that style? He drove the best car and wore the most expensive clothes. clothes, hugging each other."

"Actually, they don't necessarily want this style. The deeper reason is to improve the status of an actor. The more you play this style, regardless of whether it is the big boss or the audience, the more you will be praised and valued."

"But cross talk has not been treated so well. It has always been low-level, and it has never been brilliant. It is just a happy bug next to rich people. The stand-up king of the year, Master Liu Baorui, has the ceiling of the cross talk world. He has never had two times in his life." It’s a good day, and finally I left without making a sound.”

Shen Changle nodded and said: "Although the latter is due to the age, but the status of a cross talk artist... It is true that he has never turned over before the older generation."

"Hehe, it's a bit off. Let's go back to the topic just now. In fact, although my grandfather doesn't approve of me talking about cross talk, my grandfather doesn't object either. He just lets me learn. I must not let my homework go."

"I remember that when I was young, in fact, I thought I was good at talking about cross talk, and the old gentlemen also praised me for my spirit. Later, I went to participate in a cross talk competition in Hexi District, Tianjin."

"Coincidentally, what was that competition? The Masanli Cup Youth Group Crosstalk Contest, as soon as my grandfather found out about it, he went to the organizer at that time. Which... this kid, just Malacca, don't Let him win the medal, you can't even be in the top three, you know?"

"Why?" Shen Changle asked, frowning.

Malacca smiled helplessly: "The organizers and the judges are also puzzled. This kid is very good. The champion is almost his. Everyone else is not strong enough to let them win the prize. How can you be so strong? Did you pull it down? You have a grudge against the child?"

"My grandpa waved his hand and said, if there is no hatred, then my grandson, Ma Sanli Cup, let my grandson win an award, he must chew his tongue behind his back, we can't let this talk go, anyway, otherwise you don't let him win the award, or you Withhold the three characters of my Ma Sanli, and call them whatever you like."

Shen Changle was also speechless: "I'm going... Is this the tragedy of the descendants of celebrities? It's really miserable."

"Who said it wasn't? Later, I couldn't bear the blow, so I stopped talking about cross talk when I got angry, and went to school honestly every day"... Malacca said.

"Hiss... Then Brother Ma, tell me... Master Ma is not because he is afraid of being blamed by others, but because he wants you to study hard and not touch cross talk, so he specifically hit you." Shen Changle stroked his chin. Suddenly a different point of view came up.

Malacca: "......"

"Hiss... With my grandpa's ghostly spirit...it's really possible!"

"Fuck... I've been tricked like this for more than 20 years???" Malacca was a bit afraid to answer.

Shen Changle silently patted Malacca's shoulder and comforted him: "I now know why Master Ma doesn't want you to talk about cross talk. Brother Ma, you are too pure and kind, and you are not bad enough."

(End of this chapter)