Shuang Qi

They didn't deliberately avoid anyone when they said these words. The cast and crew in the backstage heard it clearly, and they were more or less prejudiced against Wen Qiyu, and it was inevitable that they would be biased when evaluating his works.

This is why Jiang Qifeng is reluctant to use his stage name to participate in the competition. The word "Qi" was given by Zhang Xiuming, which contains too many mentors, relatives, and cross talk. Praising your master as a god in the sky will not save you, he is unwilling and unable to carry these miscellaneous labels.

"Lan Qiu, what do you think of what he said?"

Jiang Qifeng was still focused on watching the broadcast on the screen, and was caught off guard by someone asking him. He was stunned for a few seconds, then thought for a while and said: "The program is quite satisfactory, there are deficiencies but the flaws are not concealed."

"You have a good opinion of him." The tone of the person next to him was unusual, and this sentence sounded like there was something in the words.

Jiang Qifeng didn't intend to delve into what he had in mind. He leaned back his upper body, stretched his arms to activate his shins, and then said casually: "There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. My vision and yours cannot be completely different. Same, no?"

The man didn't answer any more, turned around and discussed with other actors where to go for a drink.

As the recording of the last group of actors ended, the guest judges had a small meeting and returned to the lounge just now.

Most of the people in the actor's lounge have already left, including Wen Qiyu and Shao Huan.One has to avoid suspicion when participating in the competition, it is impossible for them to leave with Zhang Xiuming.

After zero o'clock, Jiang Qifeng put away his coat, cloth shoes and Xingmu, finally drank the little tea left in his cup, opened the door and walked out of the lounge, looked around, there was no one in the corridor, it was quiet.

Afterwards, Jiang Qifeng struggled a little. He looked up at the opposite lounge, knowing that Zhang Xiuming was in there across the wall, but he hesitated whether to knock on the door or not.

Hands are always faster than brains. Before Jiang Qifeng could come to a conclusion, he knocked on the opposite door, making a "bang bang" sound.

"Who?"

A vigorous middle-aged male voice came from inside, but it was not Zhang Xiuming's voice.

"Open the door and see, is there something wrong with the director's team?"

This is Zhang Xiuming's voice.

Jiang Qifeng panicked, he forgot that Zhang Xiuming was not the only one in the lounge!He was hesitant to come here, but now he backed out.

Before he turned around and slipped away, the door was already opened, Xu Jing looked at him in surprise, and didn't know how to react for a while.

Zhang Xiuming only heard the sound of the door opening, but he didn't hear any words, so he inevitably felt suspicious, so he walked out a few steps with the tea mug in his hand: "Who... ah..."

Now the three of them were deadlocked at the door.

Jiang Qifeng suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and greeted politely: "Sir, Mr. Xu."

"You really know how to pick names." Zhang Xiuming snorted coldly, turned around and sat down on the sofa.

Xu Jing looked at the angry old guy inside, and then at the bewildered little guy in front of the door. He felt familiar on the stage just now. With Zhang Xiuming's words "do not insult the teacher", he recognized Jiang Qi Feng.It is precisely because he knows the inside story that he is even more in a dilemma.

"Come in first." After that, he didn't care what Jiang Qifeng thought, and directly dragged him in, and then closed the door.

Jiang Qifeng was dragged in by him, staggered, managed to stabilize his body and keep his mind, and collapsed the moment he faced his mentor.

"I, I just want to say thank you..."

When Jiang Qifeng said this, the sockets of his eyes turned red, and the corners of his eyes became wet unconsciously.

Originally, father and son were the closest, but now they have to think carefully even to say a kind word, even to outsiders, it is inevitable to sigh sadly, let alone in the midst of it.

"Thank me for what?" Zhang Xiuming's tone was very cold.

Jiang Qifeng bit the bullet and replied: "Thank you for your approval, and thank you for your cultivation."

Zhang Xiuming sneered: "You returned everything cleanly, and you don't even plan to ask for words. What are you doing to thank me?"

Jiang Qifeng felt a bitterness in his heart, he just paid back the money, but he never paid it back. "I just don't want to gossip with you," he explained very bluntly.

The central air conditioner of the TV station is already cool enough, but the atmosphere between these two people is still so frosty, the other old gentleman has packed up and left, leaving Xu Jing in between them, looking left and right, finally endured Can't stop.

"You two haven't seen each other for how many years, so you can't have a good talk? It's not the first time I've met Xiaofeng. He's been arrogant since he was a child. He just went out for a break, so why do he have to make trouble? It's time to turn against each other and turn against each other!"

Xu Jingjing and Zhang Xiuming have been friends for more than ten years, and he has indeed watched Jiang Qifeng become a teacher, and then grow up step by step. He is qualified to say this.

Zhang Xiuming said angrily: "How many years have you and I known each other? You understand him, why don't you understand me!"

Xu Jing was speechless for a moment, he understood that if Jiang Qifeng had gone to other cross talk clubs, he wouldn't be so angry, only Dongcheng tea club, he hated it extremely.

Tang Chongan's previous partner who had been with him for 13 years was the one who pried away. It was impossible for him to accept that the apprentice he had cultivated for many years also went to Dongcheng.

Zhang Xiuming calmed down for a while, calmed down, leaned on the back of the sofa and let out a long sigh.

"What are your plans? Just floating around?"

Jiang Qifeng stood by and tried to reduce his sense of existence, but Zhang Xiuming suddenly asked a question, and the topic jumped so much that he was a little dazed.

"There must be a partner first..." He hesitated for a while, then whispered.

Zhang Xiuming suddenly raised his head, staring at him more and more sharply: "You never thought about coming back?"

Jiang Qifeng suddenly wanted to laugh, how could he not have thought about it, he wanted to think about it day and night in the two days when he just left Dongcheng Tea House, but he couldn't.

Not to mention that he no longer has a good reputation in Qulan Club, but how could he go back in embarrassment after hitting the south wall when he was determined to leave the greenhouse?

"Sir, I can't go back."

Whether it is now or later.

Zhang Xiuming was very puzzled, he just didn't understand why, why the child he brought up refused to go home?Why would he rather wander outside?

"Why? Didn't you just bow your head and admit your mistake and come back? Is it so difficult to make you bow your head?"

Jiang Qifeng scratched his head, chuckled and said, "How could the eagle be willing to hide under the protection of others?"

"You just have stiff wings."

Jiang Qifeng didn't come home until three o'clock in the morning that night, and the moment he lay down on the bed, he felt as if his whole body was falling apart. How could he be so tired from talking about work...

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After resting for two or three days, the director team sent another message, asking the actors to fix themselves and start preparing for the rematch.

If the preliminary competition is all about satisfying the judges, then the rematch is a competition between real actors, and whoever has a better work will advance.

It is said that one punch is hard to beat with four hands. It is indeed a very challenging thing to do a stand-up comic with one mouth.

Jiang Qifeng wrote a rough notebook in three days, and then began to polish it slowly while auditioning, carefully considering every detail of the baggage until he was completely satisfied.

With two weeks left before the rematch, Jiang Qifeng had already entered a tense stage of nervousness, polishing his works whenever he had free time, which can be called a waste of sleep and food.

However, he was nervous, but he was always full of confidence and fighting spirit. No matter how strong his opponent was, he never flinched or feared.

The recording time of the rematch is getting closer, and most of the actors are ready.Everything was ready, but the weather was cloudy and cloudy.

There was still a week before the recording of the rematch. Before the first rehearsal started, all the actors who had advanced to the rematch had arrived, but there was an accident in the backstage.

In the rehearsal hall, the actors were chattering, reciting lyrics, singing ditties, and playing allegro.At this moment, a loud shout made the whole hall quiet.

"Quick! Call security!"

A figure rushed in from the door, panting heavily while shouting, seeing that he was sweating profusely, maybe something serious happened.

"What, what's wrong?" the actor closest to the door asked in a daze.

The man ran all the way over, already out of breath, and insisted on leaning against the door frame to support his waist and said: "It's fighting, Wen Qiyu... No, it should be said that Shao Huan is fighting with someone!"

"what?"

After hearing this, the audience was stunned, and even Jiang Qifeng, who had always been calm, couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

It is well known that Wen Qiyu is impatient, so let's forget about the previous few quarrels and arguments, why are we still fighting today?

A few older actors rushed over first, and someone else went outside to notify the security. The people who were busy grinding the show just now became a mess, rushing to the backstage to see what happened, while whispering and discussing.

When everyone rushed to the backstage corridor, Shao Huan was wrestling with an actor surnamed Wei. The two pressed each other in the corner, and after a while they fought and rolled all over the floor.

Wait, where's Wen Qiyu?

Jiang Qifeng searched around, and finally saw Wen Qiyu's figure at the base of the wall in the distance. He seemed to have been shocked by the situation in front of him. His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he shrank in the corner of the wall, not daring to approach the crowd.

Jiang Qifeng cautiously walked a few steps closer, and seeing that he didn't dodge, he continued to approach until he walked up to him and squatted down.

"How are you?"

Wen Qiyu stared blankly at Shao Huan's direction, and pointed at Shao Huan, who was in a mess with others. It could be seen that there were a few dark red spots on his clothes.

"Shao Huan, he, he is bleeding..."