Shuang Qi

Think about the attendance rate that was barely over half a while ago, and the occasional venue that was almost full if you were lucky.

Recalling the grand occasion in Qulan Club and even Dongcheng Tea Club back then, what was famous for a while, and what was hard to get a ticket...

It's really like a lifetime away.

Jiang Qifeng laughed dumbfounded, unable to tell whether it was guilt or emotion, he murmured to him: "If I hadn't brought you on this thief boat, you would have stood on the top and seen all the flowers."

After hearing this, Wen Qiyu hastily stretched out her hand to cover his mouth, and gave him a hard look: "You dare to venture out on your own, don't you dare me? Brother, the only one who will take me to the top is you."

The two looked at each other, and it seemed that something hard in Jiang Qifeng's heart had been crushed by him.

"Aren't you two going to die? It's so cold and you say it's so nasty, I don't have goosebumps all over my body!" Xu Zhaolan looked at it from behind, disgusted.

It was only then that the two realized that a large group of people in the background were looking at them with a strange look, their expressions were smiling but not smiling, it was too penetrating.

"Go, go, why don't you dislike drinking iced drinks in winter?" Jiang Qifeng rolled his eyes at him and said angrily.

Xu Zhaolan smiled: "Oh! Didn't your virtuous junior brother buy this iced drink?"

Wen Qiyu couldn't hear this, so he twisted and beat him with the plastic bag left over from the drink in his hand. "Fuck off, go to your job."

-

Time flies in the blink of an eye, and the new year has passed without knowing it.

At the beginning of January, Jiang Qifeng moved out of the house that Xie Yan helped him find back then, and rented another two-bedroom apartment with Wen Qiyu.It is not uncommon for two partners to live together, and everyone was not surprised when they heard about it.

Performance work is still the same as usual, but as the year approaches, everyone is busy.

It was late at night, and the light in Jiang Qifeng's room was still on. Wen Qiyu originally planned to rest after correcting the words at hand, but seeing the light shining through the crack of his door, he couldn't help but worry.

"Brother, can I come in?" He knocked on the door and asked.

Jiang Qifeng's fingers that were typing on the keyboard paused for a moment, then he reacted and continued the action just now. "It's okay, come in."

After getting the answer, Wen Qiyu was no longer restrained, and walked behind Jiang Qifeng, frowned and glanced at the slightly unfamiliar interface on his computer screen, feeling a little puzzled. "Who should I contact and send an email? It's serious..."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Jiang Qifeng's eyes.After a while, he lowered his voice subconsciously and said, "Xu Jing, he doesn't use a mobile phone, and the only way to contact him is by email."

The expression on Wen Qiyu's face was obviously stunned for a second. "Xu Jing?" After a long while, he showed a dazed expression as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"President Xu of the Quyi Association, right? He's also a weirdo. There's no one who doesn't use a mobile phone these days. Fortunately, there are emails. Otherwise, I'm really afraid that he will use the best pigeon in the house to send a message."

Jiang Qifeng was noncommittal, still writing the email seriously in silence.

Wen Qiyu couldn't hold back a soft "hiss", and became more and more curious. He dragged the stool beside him and sat next to him, asking the bottom line: "I remember that Mr. Xu didn't talk about cross talk at first, but he changed it later?"

"Well, I was originally a Xihe Drum performer." Jiang Qifeng said while typing.

Wen Qiyu leaned against his computer desk and looked at him with his chin: "Why did you contact him?"

Jiang Qifeng just finished typing the last few words, clicked send, turned off the computer, turned his head to look at him, and said carefully, "I want to apply to join the Quyi Association."

Wen Qiyu's face changed slightly, but he continued to ask: "Isn't it necessary to be recommended by a member before submitting an application?"

"That's right." Jiang Qifeng clenched his fists slightly, and his heart sank. "So I thought, let Mr. Xu be my recommender."

"Why?" Wen Qiyu asked a little excitedly.

Jiang Qifeng was a little surprised, he didn't expect his reaction to be so big. "Mr. Xu has a good relationship with Master. He also watched me come to this day. He knows very well whether I am qualified to join the association. Anyway, there has never been a rule that the recommender cannot be the president."

"No, that's not what I'm asking." Wen Qiyu's voice was muffled, not very pleasant. "Why do you suddenly want to join the Quyi Association?"

Jiang Qifeng sighed regretfully: "I didn't think of it suddenly. If it wasn't for those right and wrong, Tang Chong'an should have recommended me as early as when I was in Dongcheng Tea House."

Wen Qiyu was anxious, and said indiscriminately: "Are you so eager to get the title of "artist"! "

Jiang Qifeng's expression froze. After all, he is a senior brother, and his partner has been with him for half a year. Is that how he thinks of himself?

"I've never cared about false fame! If I cared about these things, why bother to set up a Shuangqi Club by myself."

Wen Qiyu also realized that he had said something wrong, apologized in a low voice, then lowered his head and asked, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother. Then why are you..."

Jiang Qifeng recovered quickly, and reached out to hold his hand: "That day when Xu Zhaolan mentioned commercial performances, I heard it at the door. I know it's not just him, how can any actor not yearn for the big stage? Without the support of seniors, Without organizational support, it is too difficult to be invited to hold commercial performances."

"But..." Wen Qiyu's face was full of stubbornness, he hesitated for a while and still couldn't hold back: "Didn't we agree to innovate, to find our own way, to make the audience like it, don't worry about those old gentlemen face?"

"That's the ultimate goal, we can't reach the sky in one step." Jiang Qifeng could only give him a helpless wry smile.

"Is there no other way?"

"It's not impossible, but it's the quickest."

At this time, Wen Qiyu lowered his head and did not speak, exuding a sense of loss.

Jiang Qifeng couldn't help frowning: "You, do you mind this?"

Wen Qiyu nodded slowly, hesitated for a while, and said, "Maybe I'm too sensitive... My father used to be depressed by these things."

This was one of the few things he mentioned about his family, but he stopped talking and didn't continue.

He didn't go on talking, and Jiang Qifeng didn't ask any more questions, but just squeezed his hand tightly and comforted him: "I'm just trying my best, it may not succeed."

-

But in just three days, Jiang Qifeng received a reply from Xu Jingjing. He was waiting in the backstage, and when he turned on his phone, he saw an email reminder.

Click to read the content carefully, can not help but chuckle and sigh.

Both expected and unexpected.

"How do you say it?" Wen Qiyu had just finished buttoning his coat, and turned to look at him.

"He said he would never be a recommender." Jiang Qifeng paused, then said with some hesitation: "But he asked me to find Xie Yan, and he said that if I ask for help, Xie Yan will definitely help... This is another Why?"

"Thank you? Uncle Xie?" Wen Qiyu was surprised, even more surprised than Jiang Qifeng.

He was a late apprentice, and he hadn't seen Xie Yan yet, only heard a little about his deeds from other people.

In the early years, it was nothing more than how Uncle Xie and his master partner stayed together for 12 years. In the end, the Qulan Club and Dongcheng Tea Club were able to stand up to each other.

However, later everyone was talking about how Xie Yan was inferior to Zhang Xiuming. If it was someone else, Zhang Xiuming's achievements would be far better than today.

Later, Xie Yan went to Dongcheng Tea House, which became one of the things that Qu Lan Club could not mention.

"It's too complicated if you don't understand. If you have a chance, just ask." Wen Qiyu shook her head, and put these messy things behind her.

Not long after, Xu Zhaolan came in from the outside, holding a big cardboard box in his hand. "Xiaofeng, we have to rehearse a cross talk show later, don't we?"

"Yeah." Jiang Qifeng nodded, then pointed at the box and raised an eyebrow at him and asked, "What is this? It's your turn for the next show, why didn't you even change your coat?"

"Hey, aren't these all the props of cross talk dramas? Please count them slowly. I'll call Teacher Yang." Xu Zhaolan put the box in front of him, clapped his hands and walked away.

The actors who finished the previous performances have already left, and the day of sealing is getting closer and closer, and they are all busy arranging the show.

Only Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu were left backstage, as well as Xu Zhaolan and Yang Wenjing who were messing around in the utility room.

"We sealed the box with such a big ostentation, the garden is not enough." Wen Qiyu looked at the box thoughtfully.

Jiang Qifeng's mood became more and more calm, and he put aside the matter of Xu Jing's email for the time being, and patted him on the shoulder: "Next year, next year we will definitely reach a new height."

-

The more recent the year, the busier it is. I got the news two days ago that the time for Qulan Society to seal the box has been set.

According to the contract made with Qiao Zhenhua when they rented this garden, Shuangqi Club's box sealing must be scheduled on the same day as Qu Lan Club's, and the attendance rate and word-of-mouth must not be worse than Qu Lan Club's.

This is not an easy task, and they are afraid that as soon as the time is announced, the curses from the outside world will drown them out.

With such a fixed date, it is inevitable that there will be suspicions of challenging the Qulan Society.It's fine for ordinary colleagues to fight against each other, but both of Shuangqi are from Qulan Club!

Yang Wenjing's temperament was calm, and he said firmly after careful consideration: "In any case, the program list must be released before Qulan Club announces the closing time."

"Wouldn't it just be watched by others, wouldn't it mean that my master would suppress a bunch of young people?" Jiang Qifeng frowned, obviously dissatisfied with this.

Yang Wenjing quickly waved his hand, and analyzed carefully: "No, no, no, Teacher Zhang has always had a good reputation, and has been praised and loved by the audience all the year round. No one would think about it, they would only think it was a coincidence, a rush inch."

"Can't they be posted at the same time?" Wen Qiyu asked puzzled.

Jiang Qifeng was overjoyed: "Where did you get such accurate news and send it at the same time?"

Wen Qiyu scratched her head again: "Just ask, Shao Huan and I still keep in touch from time to time."

"No, if you ask him like this, you will inevitably be suspected of being a cliché. Even if he really told you, when the time is announced and Shao Huan finds out about your intentions, the relationship between the two of you will completely collapse." Jiang Qifeng rarely said seriously .

"Can't you tell him the truth? It wasn't malicious when we agreed on the same day." Wen Qiyu was depressed.

Jiang Qifeng sighed helplessly: "If you don't get paid for nothing, why should they help us?"