Shuang Qi

"I very much hope that you will succeed." Pei Ying's tone showed a little tiredness, but was very sincere.

"I actually know that my parents are not comfortable living here. They are in a foreign country. The food is not to my liking, and the play is not satisfactory. I usually help take care of the children, and I don't have time to accompany them when I am busy."

He paused, and added: "This is not good."

Jiang Qifeng understood.

Twenty minutes later, the street view of the commercial district gradually came into view. There were more and more vehicles and pedestrians on the street, and Pei Ying's driving speed naturally slowed down.

After going round and round to several places, the two of them finished picking up all the goods Zhang Huaiyu had ordered, and then returned the same way.

……

As soon as he entered the living room, Jiang Qifeng keenly noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Xiuming's expression.He missed a beat in his heart, the master probably heard the wind...

Sure enough, Zhang Xiuming looked at him with a serious expression in the next second: "You help move things first, and come to the balcony later, I have something to tell you."

"Okay." Jiang Qifeng agreed, already having guesses in his heart.

Now that the communication is so developed, there is no way to hide the incident in Dongcheng from my colleagues. It has already passed in the morning, and it is time for Master to hear it.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, and turned around to help Pei Ying move everything in the car into the house one by one.

After placing the last box, Jiang Qifeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and went to the balcony.

"Master..."

Zhang Xiuming was half leaning on the railing, his expression slightly gloomy: "After you answer the phone in the morning, do you have something to tell me?"

"Well, Jingye told me that Mr. Tang from Dongcheng was seriously ill." Jiang Qifeng confessed.

"Already gone, just now." With that said, Zhang Xiuming clicked on the message he just received on his phone, and handed it to Jiang Qifeng.

The screen brightness of Zhang Xiuming's mobile phone is adjusted to a high level, and the font is also enlarged and bold, which is used by middle-aged and elderly people. This makes the gray photos and depressing text in front of him stand out, and Mr. Tang's name can be seen at a glance, as well as..." Died at fourteen past ten."

For a long time, Tang Chong'an was the leader of Dongcheng Tea House on the surface, but insiders know that many colleagues and performers still take the old man's face.Even though Mr. Tang has retired and been idle for 20 years, his prestige is still there.

Mr. Tang's departure may be a big blow to Dongcheng Tea House.

Jiang Qifeng was in a daze.

Zhang Xiuming patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the phone and said, "Change the ticket, and go back tonight."

"Will something happen in the society?" Jiang Qifeng became alert.

Zhang Xiuming shook his head and said: "Let's not say that nothing happened. After all, these grievances and grievances have nothing to do with the old man. There is always a memorial service."

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. These seniors who can be called old artists are mostly high-minded. He heard more than once that there was not so much competition in the folk art industry at that time, and peers supported each other more than rivalry. The ethos has not been passed down to today.

Without any further hesitation, he opened the ticket order and changed the flight.

Just as Jiang Qifeng returned the phone, he remembered another thing, "Uncle Pei...are you still persuading him to go back?"

"He's with us."

"When did it make sense?" Jiang Qifeng was slightly surprised.

"Just now, when I received the news, he also saw it." As he spoke, Zhang Xiuming glanced into the distance.

-

Jiang Qifeng was preoccupied with something, and lost interest all afternoon.All I know is that the kid was not honest at all when he grabbed Zhou, he didn't grab anything on the table, he had to grab Pei Ying's phone.

After celebrating Yuanyuan's first birthday, the three of them began to pack their bags and prepare to return home.Pei Ying just found out about this, so she was unavoidably caught off guard.

Pei Linchuan also entrusted him with ramblings: "Your mother has high blood pressure, you have to remind her to take medicine. If she can't stay here anymore, you can buy a plane ticket for her to go back to China."

Pei Ying's face was full of helplessness: "It's fine for the two of you to go back together, what kind of long-distance relationship is there when you are an old couple..."

Pei Linchuan glared at him, and reprimanded: "What is a long-distance relationship? Your mother can't let go of Yuanyuan. I'm afraid that you two won't have time to take care of your children when you get busy. It's all because of you."

"Ok, I know, I know."

Because I had to rush to the airport, the dinner time was much earlier, so I finished my meal and prepared to go out before it got dark.

Pei Ying said with emotion: "On the way in the morning, I said I hoped he would go back with you, but I didn't expect it to come true so quickly."

Jiang Qifeng patted him on the shoulder, "It means that you have opened your mouth before, and you can say more auspicious words in the future."

Jiang Qifeng didn't expect to be able to become friends with Pei Ying this trip. If you say that Pei Ying's temperament completely follows Pei Linchuan's, he is easy-going in dealing with people and doing things casually, which is worthy of deep friendship.

At night, Pei Ying sent them to the security checkpoint of the airport.

"Bon voyage." With that said, Pei Ying handed the suitcase that had been dragged all the way to her father.

Pei Linchuan gave Pei Ying a hug, and whispered in his ear, "Go home early."

Tonight is destined to be spent in the night sky.

……

Before boarding the plane, Jiang Qifeng sent a message to Wen Qiyu, and after the plane landed the next morning, he saw his junior brother among the crowd of pick-up and drop-off passengers as soon as he got out of the airport.

"Brother! Here, here!" Wen Qiyu also saw Jiang Qifeng, stretched out his arms and waved his hands to greet him.

Jiang Qifeng was still dragging two suitcases, one large and one small, and he walked across the road in front of him at a faster pace, and met Wen Qiyu.

Jiang Qifeng glared at him, and deliberately said fiercely: "Didn't you see Master and Uncle Pei behind? Hurry up and help Uncle Pei with the luggage!"

A trace of surprise flashed in Wen Qiyu's eyes, and he asked in amazement, "You really persuaded him to come back?"

He started late, so he had never met Pei Linchuan himself, so he stretched his neck and looked into the distance when he heard Jiang Qifeng's words——

Sure enough, there was a strange figure beside Zhang Xiuming.

"I'm going right now."

As soon as the words fell, he trotted all the way and rushed forward to give Zhang Xiuming a bear hug: "Happy New Year, master, I miss you so much, you take your brother and not me when you go abroad, so partial!"

Zhang Xiuming was terribly frightened by him, Pei Linchuan was also stunned, Jiang Qifeng saw him acting like a baby in the distance, he just wanted to hold his forehead and sigh.

What made him even more sad was that Zhang Xiuming just smiled helplessly at this, and then patted Wen Qiyu on the shoulder kindly: "You are so grown up, and you are not in shape yet."

Jiang Qifeng was speechless, turned around and moved the luggage into the trunk.

Behind him, Wen Qiyu scratched his head with a smile, and greeted Pei Linchuan warmly: "Uncle Pei, I am Wen Qiyu, please give me this box, you and Master can just get in the car."

Pei Linchuan didn't refuse, and after letting go of his hand, he looked cheerfully at Zhang Xiuming: "Why didn't you say you still have an apprentice?"

Zhang Xiuming's face was expressionless, but his tone was full of disgust: "But any normal person knows about this."

"Why do I feel that you are scolding me?"

"You think too much."

-

The news of Mr. Tang's death in Dongcheng spread throughout the cross talk industry, which shocked many actors and audiences inside and outside the industry.

The old man has never had any grievances or grievances in his life, and he has never competed with his colleagues for fame and fortune, so no matter whether he is an ally or an opponent in Dongcheng, he is respected three points.

On the day of the memorial service, many people came, including unfamiliar faces and long-lost friends.

The six people in the old photo in the backstage of Qulan Club have been separated by nearly ten years, and this is the first time they have gathered together.

The memorial service ended in a heavy atmosphere. When leaving, Xie Yan ran into his former brothers head-on, his face froze slightly.

Not only him, but the expressions in other people's eyes were also intriguing, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into embarrassment.

Everyone present knew about Xie Yan's job-hopping to Dongcheng six years ago.At this time, Zhang Xiuming didn't speak, and it was difficult for others to speak out.

After a moment of stalemate, Xie Yan turned his face away, planning to just pass by.

However, Zhang Xiuming stopped where he was, looked at him, and asked: "At the beginning you said that the old man was kind to you, but now is the kindness over?"

Xie Yan's eyes dimmed, and he avoided Zhang Xiuming's question with silence.

At the side, Yan Xiuwen was about to smooth things over with a few words, when Zhang Xiuming said again: "You have been in Dongcheng for six years, and you have a lot of fame on your head. You have been to many campuses, and given a few lectures... How long has it been since you produced a work?"

There is nothing to say, he really has nothing to argue with.He couldn't tell others about his helplessness.

"Forget it, forget it, we're not young anymore, let's be well each other in the future." Yan Xiuwen said this while dragging Zhang Xiuming, but everyone could hear who he was talking about in the last sentence.

The same embarrassing reunion of old friends also happened on the other side of the field.

Tang Chong'an hurried back to Beijing after receiving the bad news two days ago. He was making arrangements for the funeral and comforting people's hearts. He hadn't rested for several days, so his face was unavoidably haggard.

Huang Qiying beside him couldn't read people's faces, and chattered all the way.

"Our box office has shrunk a lot in the second half of last year, so don't take it lightly. Now people outside say that we are not as good as those yellow-haired boys in Shuangqi Club."

"It doesn't matter if the Capital Theater is gone, just change to a partner. Can the capital still lack theaters?"

"Let me tell you, after unpacking, we have to organize a special show. The old man has dedicated his life to the art of cross talk. We have to hold a special show to pay tribute to our predecessors and give back to our old audience in Dongcheng."

"Are you listening?"

"And..."

The noisy voice stopped abruptly.

There was sudden silence around him, Tang Chong'an finally came back to his senses, subconsciously raised his head.

As soon as he raised his head, he met a group of people walking towards him.

Jiang Qifeng didn't expect to meet an "old friend" here, and his face was slightly startled, but he quickly reacted.He lowered his head slightly, giving him enough respect in his attitude.

"Boss Tang..."

Seeing this young face, Tang Chong'an had to think back to the past year, when the young boys from Shuangqi Club shined brilliantly among many peers, even the golden signboard of Dongcheng Tea House was snatched by them Stealth.

Tang Chong'an felt a little irritable in his heart, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a sound from between his teeth——

"Boss Jiang..."