Shuang Qi

Having said that, Jiang Qifeng saw a thoughtful look on Qin Jinrui's face, so he must have listened.So Jiang Qifeng paused for a while to give him some time to digest.

After a while, he went on to say: "What is this "Teaching Wife and Offering Son" about? What is the irony? It said "One noble and one inferior are friends, and a life is a friend." The irony is that a friend is not sincere. Unrighteous.

How old are you now?How many people have you met?Not to mention you, even I may not be able to understand this subject thoroughly.Don't worry about this matter, the corners are all ground out. "

The mist in Qin Jinrui's eyes gradually dissipated, and his heart finally became clear. He looked up at Jiang Qifeng, and nodded seriously: "I understand."

It's a good thing to be able to figure it out, at least it didn't ruin this good seedling.

Jiang Qifeng finally showed a smile on his face, and said gently: "Actually, you don't have to be entangled in these old jobs. Since we want to innovate, we should use our original works as masterpieces. I believe you two will definitely It can be done."

In the middle of the night, when he returned home, Jiang Qifeng had a faint, inexplicable melancholy in his eyes.

Sitting beside him, Wen Qiyu tilted her head and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Jiang Qifeng murmured: "I just wondered... in Master's eyes, I am also like this."

"How?"

"Like Qin Jinrui."

Wen Qiyu smiled: "Like, but not quite the same."

"What's the difference?"

"You almost had the word ambition written on your face back then. Xiao Qin is more docile than you."

Jiang Qifeng was also happy, and poked him on the forehead: "Get out! There is no way to describe a person as docile."

The two had just played and laughed a few words, Wen Qiyu suddenly restrained his smile, and said seriously: "I didn't say that, it's right to be ambitious, ambition and the friendship between master and apprentice do not conflict, you pretend to be deep and steady all day long , Aren’t you thinking of Master in your heart? Why do you need to cover it up?”

Jiang Qifeng smiled wryly: "If I disobey his old man's arrangement so much, don't I bother and hate me? It's not that I want to cover up, but I just don't want to bother him again."

"Ah, why don't you understand...Have you ever seen a family that really severed the relationship between father and son because the child was disobedient! If you don't give Master a step down, why don't you wait for him to come to you?" Wen Qiyu scratched her head anxiously.

Jiang Qifeng suddenly looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, and some doubts arose in his heart. It is said that the two of them "eloped" for more than half a year, and they hadn't heard him mention it before. Why did they suddenly mention this today?

"Master has looked for you?"

Wen Qiyu's expression froze, he really couldn't hide anything from him.

"Well...he didn't ask me to say anything, but I think he already asked about you, so he probably couldn't let it go."

Jiang Qifeng's eyes moved slightly: "What did you ask?"

Wen Qiyu said: "He asked if my white sand painting was your idea. He also said that my basic skills have improved, and you have contributed a lot."

He was obviously pleased, why did he cover it up?

You obviously can't let it go, why do you want to cover it up?

Jiang Qifeng felt countless voices screaming in his head at the same time, his head was about to split, he couldn't help frowning, and leaned against the back of the sofa with his forehead, speechless.

I thought that a disobedient apprentice like him should have been given up by the master long ago.

He suddenly remembered some old things...

That was many years ago. At that time, Jiang Qifeng was only sixteen or seventeen years old. He had just started learning cross talk with Zhang Xiuming, and also just started to get in touch with Allegro.

It's been a few days, the seven bamboo boards can't be knocked together, the sound is still very scratchy, the boy of this age is just at the time of rebellion and impatience, so naturally he can't bear his temper, once the board is put down, what to say I don't practice anymore.

Zhang Xiuming was a strict teacher, so of course he would not try to persuade him, so he blocked his door with a ruler, chasing and beating him to force him to work hard.

As soon as he got angry, he climbed the window and ran away.

Where can children under the age of sixteen or seventeen go when they are floating in Beijing?Leaving Qulan Society is the dormitory of the opera school, and it didn't take long before he was found.

Of course Zhang Xiuming would not come here in person, it was his uncle Yan Xiuwen who coaxed and coaxed him back.

In fact, he also understands that sooner or later he has to practice allegro, even if his master doesn't force him to practice, he still has to learn it when he returns to drama school.

After being dragged back to his master's house, he felt uneasy for a while, afraid of being beaten, and also afraid that the master would ignore him.

But he didn't expect that the master would not give up on a disobedient apprentice like him.

Zhang Xiuming only asked, "Are you still learning?"

After that, everything was as usual, he was still Zhang Xiuming's only apprentice, and many years later, he was still Zhang Xiuming's proudest apprentice.

Jiang Qifeng fell into memories, and Wen Qiyu sensiblely did not disturb him. The two sat quietly, and the room was silent for a long time.

Until Jiang Qifeng withdrew his thoughts and suddenly said, "Let's find an excuse to visit Master in two days."

Wen Qiyu was immediately delighted: "Okay!"

-

The May [-]st holiday is approaching, and the traditional month of Shuangqi Club is coming to an end. There is news from Chen Sha that the program they just recorded in the spring has gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers and is finally scheduled to be broadcast soon.

The broadcast of the program means that the popularity of Shuangqi Club will increase again, and the box office during the May Day holiday is worth looking forward to.

The actors are naturally gearing up and eager to try, hoping that while the Shuang Qi Club develops, they can also get promoted.

However, Chen Sha brought another piece of bad news.

During the same week, both Qulan Club and Dongcheng Tea Club had programs broadcast.

Chen Sha said unabashedly: "I think both of them have the intention of transforming into TV cross talk. It's better for us not to join in the fun."

Of course, Jiang Qifeng understood this truth, and he didn't intend to compete with these two companies for anything. He should walk the road under his own feet and let Shuangqi Society stand firm. This is the goal he should pursue.

"Let's prepare for new jobs, and the meeting will be over."

As soon as Shuangqi club at this end settled down to focus on every performance, someone at the other end followed them.

In the huge city of Beijing, there is a small quyi shop. At the beginning of May, the wind and rain are about to come.

The next day, various browsers and social platforms began to push the same article. The article intercepted and enlarged the performance of the actors of Shuangqi Club on variety shows, praised the actors of Shuangqi Club to the sky, and at the same time trampled on another group guest.

At first glance, everyone thought that this kind of article was Shuangqi Club buying the draft to hype themselves. Suddenly, rumors spread, and when I opened the homepage of Shuangqi Club actors, there were voices scolding "despicable methods" and "shameless" everywhere.

When Jiang Qifeng saw this, he had already gone to the backstage to prepare for the performance. His first reaction was to contact Chen Sha, but after thinking about it carefully, Chen Sha has been in the industry for so many years. She is not a fool, how could she buy such a low-level draft? ?

Before he could react, Chen Sha called first.

Chen Sha/Jiang Qifeng: "You didn't do those articles on the Internet, did you?"

The two spoke in unison, and after asking, they understood everything.

Apparently someone wants to set up the Shuangqi Society.

Chen Sha lowered her voice, and said, "Don't worry about it, just perform well, and I'll take care of it."

When he hung up the phone, Wen Qiyu threw the coat on him and sighed, "Go ahead and have a look, the audience is all over the place."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Qifeng took the coat and hurriedly changed it, then looked back at him and asked.

Wen Qiyu shrugged: "Everyone has a mobile phone, guess what happened."

Jiang Qifeng was silent, it seemed that today was another tough battle.

However, the soldiers came to block the water and cover it with earth. It's not like he hasn't seen this scene before.

"Don't watch it, you'll know everything when you get on stage," he said.

"Brother, I heard that your first battle in Dongcheng was much bigger than this, let me learn a lot today." Wen Qiyu joked, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Jiang Qifeng rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily, "Get out..."

-

Just as Jiang Qifeng said, the soldiers came to cover up the water, and the Shuangqi Club survived the May Day holiday amidst the controversy.

During a week in Xindi, when there was rarely a break, Jiang Qifeng generously invited the whole society to eat hot pot, which was regarded as a reward for everyone's hard work in the past few months.

Qin Jinrui: "Spicy is okay, right?"

Xu Zhaolan: "Don't be cowardly! A real man should be extra spicy!"

Fang Jinqi: "Don't cry yourself first!"

Wen Qiyu: "Slightly spicy..."

Jiang Qifeng laughed out loud when he heard them booing, grabbed the menu from Wen Qiyu, and selected the extra spicy pot bottom in full view.

"Don't be cowardly, you are not allowed to ask for leave if your throat is too hot!"

Wen Qiyu suddenly had a bitter face, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Senior brother——I can't eat such spicy food!"

Jiang Qifeng quickly patted his shoulders to appease him, and then changed the menu: "Mandarin duck pot, slightly spicy for my junior brother."

"Is it human? Is it human? You can still look good after eating hot pot!" Xu Zhaolan said with disgust.

Wen Qiyu compared her senior brother with satisfaction, and then said triumphantly to Xu Zhaolan, "Why, do you envy me for having a senior brother?"

The house was full of voices, and Wen Qiyu received a series of rollicking eyes from everyone.

Qin Jinrui found it funny, so he pretended to lean on Fang Jinqi, and shouted in a very contrived way: "Senior brother—I want it too!"

Fang Jinqi pushed him away without saying a word, and said angrily, "Get out, you're so disgusting."

This evening, he ate meat and wine, and even Yang Wenjing changed his usual steady style and got along with other young actors, talking and laughing all the time.

Through the hazy mist rising above the hot pot, Jiang Qifeng sized up all the actors, feeling a sense of warmth in his heart.

He really felt that this was his Shuangqi Club, and these people were his right-hand men.

Not long after he was moved, a drunken figure fell on him.

All right, Xu Zhaolan.

"Brother, you can't drink so hard, what are you trying to do, every time you pour it first!"

"Huh, talking nonsense, I can't drink enough!"

"Then you are sitting up straight?"

"I'll take a break, take a break and continue..."

Jiang Qifeng was overjoyed, and thought to himself that it was lucky to switch back to the evening performance, otherwise he would have to ask for leave tomorrow because he was so drunk.