Shuang Qi

A question to punish the heart.

Those memories that Jiang Qifeng deliberately kept dusty suddenly became clear.

……

four years ago;

At that time, Jiang Qifeng was only famous in a small circle among Qu Lan's audience.

Among the crosstalk actors of his generation, he has a solid foundation and excellent professional ability. Even Liu Sheng, who entered the industry two years earlier than him, may not be better than him on stage.

He has that kind of strength, but he always suffers in the middle field, tepid.

At that time, Qulan Society was still in full swing, and audiences often sent flower baskets to the theater.

Even though the flowers were full of colorful flowers, none of them had Jiang Qifeng's name written on them.

The audience praised him, not Jiang Qifeng, but Teacher Zhang's great apprentice.

It was when Jiang Qifeng was most confused and depressed that he received an olive branch from Tang Chongan.

He still remembered that it was also a warm spring day in March, when Tang Chongan asked him to eat a bowl of noodles with fried sauce at an unknown noodle restaurant at the end of the alley, like an approachable senior, and asked him if he felt depressed.

At that time, Jiang Qifeng met Tang Chong'an for the first time, and he didn't have much trust in this person. His eyes were flickering with vigilance, and he said in a cold tone: "I don't quite understand, Boss Tang, why do you suddenly care about me, the actor of the opposite family, and don't care about him? Invite me out for a bowl of...very ordinary fried noodles."

Before eating, Jiang Qifeng imagined that there was something in the noodles that would ruin his throat, or that it was simply poisoned.Of course, these are unlikely.

Tang Chong'an smiled gently and said, "I saw your performance video by accident, and I thought you should be the bottom corner of Qulan Society."

"There is only one corner in Qulan Society, and he is my master."

Tang Chongan was blocked by him, but he was not angry at all. "Well, let me ask you bluntly—do you like the stage?"

What kind of problem is this?Jiang Qifeng frowned slightly, but did not respond.

Tang Chong'an was very patient, and continued: "I think you should stand on the stage, stand independently on the stage, enjoy your own flowers and applause. Instead of being a match for others, when you are struggling with the limited one-acre three-point land day, to lose oneself in the light of others."

"That's how you tricked Teacher Xie away." Jiang Qifeng was surprisingly calm, staring straight at him.

Faced with such sharp gazes, Tang Chong'an did not dodge, but said more generously: "Perhaps you should understand it in a different way. Whoever stipulates that a son can only inherit his father's family business cannot go to other companies to seek his own development." ? Xie Yan just made the most suitable choice for him, you love me, why lie."

"Do you think I should go to my enemy's company to seek development? You are really humorous." Jiang Qifeng's eyes twitched lightly, a little disdainful.

Tang Chong'an didn't take it seriously: "I don't think there is any grudge between us."

"There is no personal grudge between you and me, but Qulan Club and your club are enemies, and everyone knows about it," Jiang Qifeng said.

"You really think so?" Tang Chong'an suddenly laughed: "If I attack Qulan Society and Zhang Xiuming in front of me, and do something harmful to nature, do you think Qulan Society can still exist today?"

Jiang Qifeng didn't answer.

He really didn't know what the old things that the elders refused to mention were like, and he didn't know what Tang Chong'an was like.

Tang Chong'an continued: "As far as I know, your family is poor. Besides your parents, you have a younger brother who depends on you to support you. With your current status in the cross talk industry, you only earn a little money every day looking forward to the stars, the moon, and the show... Huh? Or are you planning to let your family depend on your master for the rest of their lives?"

"Don't bother." Jiang Qifeng had already guessed Tang Chong'an's intentions, and couldn't stay any longer at this moment, so he put down the money for a bowl of noodles, got up and prepared to leave.

But Tang Chongan stopped him again.

"Wait a minute, I will say three more words at the end."

Jiang Qifeng paused for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around to look at him, beckoning him to continue.

Tang Chongan smiled reassuringly, and said loudly: "Compared to direct aid, I can give you a wider stage, allowing you to have a reputation and income that you never dared to ask for before."

"I hope you understand that other people's praise and appreciation of you may be giving Zhang Xiuming face, but I don't have to give him face. I only like you, Jiang Qifeng, just you."

"You can always be Zhang Xiuming's apprentice, but you can't just be Zhang Xiuming's apprentice forever."

At this point, the voice stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed the banknotes on the table forward. "This is my treat, you can go."

"I don't want to owe you anything." Jiang Qifeng smiled politely, without any intention of taking the money back.

Tang Chong'an stopped forcing, and twitched the corners of his mouth at him: "I heard that you don't like delicacies from mountains and seas, so that's all you need. I found this store on purpose."

It's really shocking to come back with such a hand.

Jiang Qifeng turned around and left, but for several days after that, Tang Chongan's words lingered in his mind, completely arousing his suppressed ambition and a little bit of rebellion that he didn't dare to explode in his heart.

……

Because of that question, which involved so many old things, Jiang Qi's Feng's thoughts drifted away, and he inadvertently put Yang Wenjing's words aside.

Yang Wenjing was patient, so he leaned on the sofa with his arms folded and waited for him to think deeply, but Wen Qiyu couldn't help it, and he was a little worried about Jiang Qifeng in his heart.

Although Wen Qiyu didn't personally experience the old events back then, and he didn't know in detail what happened to his senior brother.

But he had heard a lot of scolding and abuse, and read a lot of passionate words, and he knew what happened four years ago meant to Jiang Qifeng's reputation.

He thought, no one would be willing to bring up this old incident, right?

"Brother, in fact, you don't have to take it too seriously..." He persuaded with a suppressed voice.

But at this moment, Jiang Qifeng gradually came back to his senses, his eyes became clear again, and there was even a trace of determination that Wen Qiyu couldn't understand.

"For fame and profit? Maybe, or maybe it's because I can't stand the temptation, and my mind is fascinated by ghosts."

After saying this, Jiang Qifeng's heart skipped a beat.

He was already trying his best to control his mood swings, and he said this sentence calmly, with a bit of bitterness in the smile on his lips, making it unpredictable.

"I have to admit that transferring to Dongcheng Teahouse four years ago was the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life. It's a pity that there is no turning back."

His tone was flat without any waves, frank and sudden.

Hearing this, Yang Wenjing was more than a little relieved.

Jiang Qifeng's ability to say this frankly is to face his past.Only by facing the past directly can people face up to the future development.

"Do you have any regrets?" Yang Wenjing looked at him and asked, with sharp eyes, it must be because he didn't want to miss any changes in his emotions.

Jiang Qifeng nodded, "Yes".

However, he quickly opened his pupils, shook his head violently and said, "No, I don't regret it. Any experience will become experience. Only after seeing what is black can you know how to draw pure white."

"So, now you are no longer chasing fame and fortune?" Yang Wenjing looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Unexpectedly.Jiang Qifeng shook his head again, and said sternly, "No, I care about fame and fortune. But, as I said just now, don't judge a hero by temporary success or failure. Fame and fortune are long-term things."

He paused, and suddenly couldn't help chuckling: "You can't imitate Boss Tang, for short-term gain. Self-destruction."

Having said that, Yang Wenjing can be sure that in just four years, or maybe only two years, Jiang Qifeng has grown up.

In any case, now that Jiang Qifeng is becoming more and more mature, Shuangqi Society must have a promising future, and it will not be a flash in the pan and fall into the footsteps of many declining peers.

He was completely relieved.

As for Jiang Qifeng's master-student bet?Whatever he loves, why should he worry about it.

"It's done, there's nothing to do, let's all go home." Yang Wenjing said.

-

The night outside was like water, and the moonlight was silent.

The neon lights on the side of the road have been dimmed by [-]%, and there are not many pedestrians left on the whole street.

Wen Qiyu and Yang Wenjing first went out to Qianmen Street and waited outside the main entrance of Shuangqi Club. Jiang Qifeng was in charge of locking the door and was the last one to walk.

When Jiang Qifeng came out, the three of them chatted one after another, and walked out at a leisurely pace.

A little further on is the intersection, where it is time to part ways.Yang Wenjing hailed a car on his mobile phone, ready to leave first.

However, just before he got into the car, he suddenly stopped his movements, turned his head to look at Jiang Qifeng, his brows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to hesitate to speak.

Jiang Qifeng saw Yang Wenjing's back suddenly froze in place for a long while, and Ying's gray car was clearly waiting in front of him, he was immediately puzzled, and couldn't help but tentatively asked: "Old Yang, what's wrong?"

This sound seemed to drag Yang Wenjing back from his thoughts, he was shocked suddenly, but his eyes became more complicated.

Yang Wenjing has a quiet temper and usually speaks little, but not speaking does not mean not listening or watching.

There are some things that he observes much more carefully than others.

"If there's nothing else, go back early. If you have something to say, wechat." Seeing that he still didn't respond, Jiang Qifeng changed the subject and waved at him.

Yang Wenjing finally put away his thoughts, nodded at him, then turned around, opened the door, got into the car, and drove away.

After getting in the car, Wen Qiyu couldn't help tilting his head to look at the people around him.

"Brother, is what you just said true?"

"I look like I'm acting?" Jiang Qifeng laughed dumbfounded.

"No, no!" Wen Qiyu hurriedly waved his hands, and explained with a hey smile: "I'm just surprised that you can open up and talk about these unpleasant things. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to do it."

……

It was a quiet night, but it was only broken at four o'clock.

After Yang Wenjing returned home, the words he hesitated to say in person lingered in his ears like a nightmare.this night.He tossed and turned.

In the early hours of the morning, Yang Wenjing finally couldn't help opening the private WeChat chat with Jiang Qifeng.

In a place where he couldn't see, the "typing..." in the upper left corner lasted for nearly 10 minutes, and the line of small words he typed over and over again was finally sent out.

"Pay attention to Xiao Qin, I think he's hiding something lately."