Shuang Qi

In everyone's subconscious, there is a group of people who have been gradually forgotten.

I still remember that in mid-January, a man-made traffic accident attracted widespread attention——

Tang Chongan, the owner of Dongcheng Tea Club, wanted to fight Jiang Qifeng with his life, and the high-speed retrograde caused a car accident, and Tang Chongan died on the spot.

Since then, Dongcheng has completely fallen.

Huang Qiying thought that he had mastered the power, and let Tang Chong'an retain the title of class leader to be his puppet.

But he didn't expect Boss Tang to go crazy and play with his life, completely defeating the Dongcheng brand.Since then, when the four words Dongcheng Tea House were spoken, almost everyone shouted and beat them.

The unshakable mountain in the Beijing cross talk industry finally overturned overnight.

When people talk about the well-known cross talk clubs, most of them mention Qulan Club and Shuangqi Club.

It cannot be separated from the reasons for their own hard work, and it is also indispensable for the foil of some colleagues. The bet that Jiang Qifeng and Zhang Xiuming made three years ago should have been fulfilled now.

Although, Zhang Xiuming has not made a statement for a long time.

As June is approaching, Wen Qiyu's language ability has recovered a lot, at least she can communicate normally.

But I don't know when I want to return to the level where I can go on stage.

On Friday afternoon, Wen Qiyu went to the hospital with his parents for further treatment, and Jiang Qifeng returned to the backstage of Shuangqi Club alone.

The actors were already used to him staying in the background but not on stage, they greeted him casually when they saw him, and then got busy preparing for the performance.

Jiang Qifeng looked around, sat down next to Xu Zhaolan in front of the sofa, and said in a low voice, "Is the June 28 program lined up?"

Xu Zhaolan glanced at him like a fool, "Ancestor, it's only June 28 today, you ask me for [-]?"

"I'm not asking you, I want to sign up for a program."

"You can report it, anyway, it's still far away... Wait a minute, what did you just say?"

Xu Zhaolan jumped up from the sofa suddenly, and stared at Jiang Qifeng dumbfounded, with disbelief written in his eyes.

With such a big reaction, he inevitably attracted everyone's suspicious eyes.

"Brother Xu, do you have hemorrhoids?"

"I thought there were nails on the couch."

Xu Zhaolan turned around and scolded with a smile: "Go away, I will kick you to death one by one."

After distracting the onlookers who were watching the fun and not thinking it was a big deal, he sat back on the sofa, facing Jiang Qifeng sideways.

Jiang Qifeng repeated it very calmly: "I will apply for a program."

Xu Zhaolan's eyes lit up immediately, "Our sister Wen has finally recovered?"

Jiang Qifeng shook his head: "Not yet, I'm single."

Xu Zhaolan frowned, and there was a trace of suspicion in his tone: "You haven't been on stage for almost half a year, what date is June 28?"

Jiang Qifeng chuckled lightly: "Guess..."

"Guess what, tell me what you want to report." Xu Zhaolan rolled his eyes and said angrily.

……

On the day when the schedule for the week of June 28 was announced, the cross talk show that had been quiet for several months was "exploded" again.

The performances of Shuangqi Club are already very popular, and the tickets for June 6.28 were all snatched up in the first second of ticketing.

It was the first time Jiang Qifeng appeared on stage for the first time in half a year, and the first time he spoke stand-alone after many, many, many years. The enthusiastic audience shouted from the bottom of their hearts-I would like to call it a unique job!

23rd, night.

Jiang Qifeng accompanied his apprentice to perform "Cut the Cake Stand". The talk on the stage was lively, and the applause and laughter of the audience under the stage were even more lively.

Wen Qiyu had just memorized the lines of a certain job, sat on the sofa drinking tea to take a breather, looked up and saw Xu Zhaolan coming in from the outside, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to beckon him over.

"Brother Xu, let me tell you something."

Xu Zhaolan was a little surprised when he heard his voice, "Are you recovering well? Will you be able to take the stage in another month?" As she spoke, she walked over and sat down beside him.

Wen Qiyu smiled embarrassedly: "No, it's far away. Brother Xu, I want to ask, who will announce the curtain on the 28th? Is it decided?"

Xu Zhaolan intuitively felt that the beginning was somewhat familiar.

"Not yet, whoever announces this thing is different?"

Wen Qiyu said: "I haven't been on stage for a long time, and I want to give it a try."

When Xu Zhaolan heard that he wanted to try to go on stage, he immediately showed a gratified smile. "This is a good thing! I'll arrange it for you right now!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and took down the booklet hanging on the other wall, and turned to the schedule of June 6.28 and carefully recorded it.

"Oh, by the way, I still want to know, what day is the 28th? It's not a weekend or a festival. Why do you two have to choose this day?"

Some old things unconsciously appeared in Wen Qiyu's mind, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

"That day was my senior brother's and my partner's anniversary."

Xu Zhaolan was taken aback: "Anniversary? When did it happen?"

Wen Qiyu said slowly: "The rematch of "Vientiane Return to Spring" was three years ago."

The dust-covered memories gradually became clear in her mind, Xu Zhaolan recalled the old events of that year, and couldn't help feeling, "You two have been together for three years."

-

On the night of the 28th, Shuangqi Club added seats for a long time, as always, there were nearly a hundred spectators crowded at the door and wanted to enter, and they waited until the performance started, and they were still reluctant to leave.

The audience hadn't seen Wen Qiyu on stage for half a year. Even if it was just an announcement today, it could be called a surprise.

When Wen Qiyu finished reporting the first program smoothly, not only Jiang Qifeng breathed a sigh of relief, but even the uneasiness hidden in his heart calmed down a little.

"You're recovering really well. You should be able to take the stage next month, right?" Jiang Qifeng looked forward to it.

Wen Qiyu chuckled, an imperceptible cunning flashed in his eyes.

"I hope so."

The night outside was getting darker, and it was already past ten o'clock without knowing it.

Wen Qiyu reported to the program five times before, and Wen Qiyu didn't make a single mistake, which made everyone feel relieved and happy for him.

At [-]:[-], the two actors in the fifth scene bowed and returned to the backstage.

Wen Qiyu's reporting work has also come to an end.

Jiang Qifeng looked at him and clenched his fist to encourage him. "come on……"

Wen Qiyu took a deep breath, and walked towards the stage with a sense of generosity.

Jiang Qifeng had a faint doubt in his heart. After thinking about it, maybe he was excited that he was about to finish work perfectly.The next second, he froze in place in shock.

I only heard a slightly excited voice from the front of the stage——

"Next, please enjoy the cross talk "Appreciation of Elegance and Popularity", performed by Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Qiyu didn't stop, turned around and went backstage, and met Jiang Qifeng who was full of astonishment.

"You made a mistake?"

"No, I did it on purpose."

"You recovered?"

"Yes, I have a surprise for you."

Jiang Qifeng paused for two seconds, then chuckled.The bottom of my heart gradually filled with joy, nervousness, excitement, in short, mixed feelings.

"We haven't faced this job yet, so you're not afraid that I'm not ready at all?"

"Appreciation of Elegance and Popularity" was a program they prepared for Box at the end of last year. At that time, they spent a week rehearsing and revising in Tianjin, and did not finalize the final version until the day they returned to Beijing.For the final edition, they didn't even have a complete collaboration.After a car accident, it was put on hold.

Wen Qiyu was not worried at all, and looked at him with a smile: "I believe in you."

Offstage, the audience fell into a brief silence for about 15 seconds.Hundreds of spectators held their breaths and concentrated their eyes on the gate.

Jiang Qifeng looked at him and smiled.

"Let's go, get on stage."

Usually, the actors would lift the curtains and walk up to the stage like this, but for some reason, Jiang Qifeng's actions today are more fluid, chic and handsome.

The brief silence ended at the moment when Shuang Qi walked on the stage side by side, followed by almost crazy screams.

Who would have thought?I thought today was just a long-lost time to watch Jiang Qifeng make a stand-up talk, but it turned out that Shuangqi returned to the same stage!

The female audience with sentimental and low tears already had tears in their eyes. It turns out that listening to cross talk can also be so moving.

The two stood side by side, hugged and teased, and bowed deeply to the audience.

"I have to introduce myself on stage, which might not have been necessary half a year ago."

"What about in half a year?"

"I'm afraid everyone has forgotten."

"Huh..."

At this point, hundreds of audience members shouted in response: "I haven't forgotten!"

The corners of Jiang Qifeng's mouth rose slightly, which was regarded as a response.

"I'm Jiang Qifeng."

Thunderous applause...

"You are famous." Wen Qiyu praised him calmly.

Jiang Qifeng continued: "The one next to me is my partner who returned from the catastrophe. His name is Wen Qiyu."

"It's me, what kind of calamity did I survive?"

"Life and death."

……

June 28th was neither New Year's Eve nor box sealing, but the lights of Shuangqishe Theater were kept on until after twelve o'clock, during which only a few spectators who caught the last train left.

The work ended at exactly eleven o'clock, but the encore came back three times. The enthusiasm of the audience has not diminished at all. It can be seen that they are excited and excited about Shuangqi's comeback tonight.

It was already one o'clock in the morning after the normal end, but none of the actors backstage left.

When Shuangqi got off the stage and returned to the backstage, everyone applauded in unison, and everyone's faces were full of comfort and congratulations from the bottom of their hearts.

"The cross talk made people cry, but it's really you." Xu Zhaolan slapped Jiang Qifeng on the shoulder, teasing him.

Jiang Qifeng smiled helplessly, and turned to look at his partner with joy and anger in his eyes.Happy that he recovered completely and can stand on the stage again, angry that he kept silent to everyone.

"When did you recover?"

"At the beginning of the month, I felt that I had no obstacles. I took my dad to chat for two hours before I was sure."

Jiang Qifeng laughed dumbfounded.

"Then your acting skills are quite good? You have kept it from us for so long."

"Don't you want to surprise you?"

-

In the beginning of the school season in September, Jiang Hua successfully entered the cross talk performance class of the opera school, which solved Jiang Qifeng's concern.

The three-year bet expired, but Zhang Xiuming seemed to have forgotten about it.

Until October, on the third anniversary of the establishment of Shuangqi Club, Jiang Qifeng used the account in the club to post a group photo of everyone and a three-tiered cake from the audience.

[Word: We have been three years! 】

Among the congratulations and blessings, there was one voice that stood out the most.

[@张秀明V: Wind and rain cannot be destroyed, but the future can still be expected. //@双奇社V: We have been three years! (Image] [image)】

Jiang Qifeng stared blankly at the eye-catching line of words in the message reminder, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.After being stunned for a full minute, he turned on the dial tremblingly and called Zhang Xiuming.

"Master..."

"Um……"

"You Weibo/Blog?"

"literal meaning."

Jiang Qifeng remained silent for a long time, trying his best to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, restraining himself from making any strange noises on the phone.

"What? You regret it and want to go back to Qulan?"

"No." This time he answered quickly, and the bottom of his heart was gradually being saturated with a little sweetness. "Master, thank you."

That night, the autumn wind swept through the broad Qianmen Street.

Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu walked side by side, wading through the moonlight on the ground tonight.

Wen Qiyu stopped suddenly, and looked back at the handwriting on the plaque in the yard behind him—it was the inscription written by Master's father not long ago, the three characters "Shuangqi Society".

……

"Senior Brother, how far do you think our Shuang Qi Club can go?"

"Let's see how long we can live together."