Shuang Qi

It was sunny in Jinling in June, and a group of people from Shuangqi Society, which was not very famous but not very prosperous, flew from Beijing and Beijing, and just landed at this time.

The baggage carousel in the arrival hall was crowded with passengers, almost full of passengers waiting for their luggage, including Qin Jinrui and Xu Zhaolan.

If you ask where the other people have gone, you are tired and turn your head to look to the left. The group of people outside the crowd are chatting and laughing happily.

Qin Jinrui was extremely depressed: "It's really not good to choose a representative with luggage."

Xu Zhaolan nodded with righteous indignation on his face and said, "That's right, if you want to choose a representative, you should also choose a young man. My old arms and legs won't be strained!"

Qin Jinrui was speechless and didn't intend to talk to him.

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An hour later, the group arrived at the hotel by car.

The performance is tomorrow night, they arrived here one day earlier, they had enough time to rest and prepare, and they could even go out and hang around for a while.

According to Jiang Qifeng's habit, he must have a good rest and not go anywhere before his own performance.

But this time it's not just him alone, there are also a group of young people who are full of energy and can't rest...

Don't talk about others, Wen Qiyu, his good partner and good junior who lived in the same room with him, clamored to go out for a stroll.

Wen Qiyu put down his backpack and looked up the travel guide with great interest, trying to persuade Jiang Qifeng while reading it.

"Brother, look at this. The Confucius Temple is very lively. With so much food, it's one of the birthplaces of our three major comic talks. Do you have to go there for everything? Why don't we just tonight!"

Jiang Qifeng lay on the bed, staring at the phone unmoved, as if he was isolated from the world and couldn't hear his voice at all.

Wen Qiyu was not discouraged either, as if he was going to read all the travel guides with a voice and emotion.

"Take a break, don't get hoarse before you go on stage... What are you doing out in such hot weather, at most, go to dinner at night." Jiang Qifeng was helpless.

Wen Qiyu didn't agree, got up from the bed, stared at him and said, "How can that be done! It's not money for air tickets to come so far away? Isn't it money for hotels? Wouldn't it be a big loss if we didn't go anywhere except for the show? , sent!"

Jiang Qifeng was speechless and scratched the back of his neck. "The money is all paid by the organizer, what do we lose..."

"Brother!" Wen Qiyu stomped anxiously.

Before he could open his mouth to say anything, there were two noises outside, and then Xu Zhaolan's voice was heard.

"Have you two packed up! Do you want to go out for a walk!"

When Wen Qiyu heard this, she became excited immediately, and grinned arrogantly at Jiang Qifeng: "See, you are the only one who is lazy!"

After finishing speaking, he went to open the door for Xu Zhaolan, and warmly welcomed him into the house. "Brother Xu, where did you discuss to hang around?"

Xu Zhaolan: "Confucius Temple, you can eat, play, and go with you!"

As he said that, he bypassed Wen Qiyu, and sat down beside Jiang Qifeng's bed, "Hey, I heard that the Qinhuai Opera Club is quite famous in Nanjing, why don't we go to study too? "

That's a good idea...

Jiang Qifeng was a little moved.

This may be an occupational disease. Every time I go to a supermarket, I am not interested in other attractions and entertainment, so I just want to see the market of my peers.

"Look at everyone who knows to learn from seniors in the same industry, you just want to eat." Jiang Qifeng patted his junior brother on the shoulder and said, then took the mobile phone power bank, nodded to Xu Zhaolan: "Let's go..."

Water only wants to eat?Didn't I just mention one of the three birthplaces of our comic dialogue?

Wen Qiyu was aggrieved and panicked, staring blankly at the two of them going out side by side, and finally reacted after seeing them take three steps.

"Hey! Don't want the room card? Wait for me!"

It should be said that among the dozen or so actors in Shuangqi Club, there are still quite a few nerds. With their freshness, they were dragged out by their companions, and they regretted it after walking around for a long time.

"Seeing that my colleagues also work at night, why did we come out early? It's so hot."

"I'm tired, why don't we find a place to sit and drink tea?"

When the voice fell, he was blocked back.

"I haven't seen you so tired after standing on stage for an hour, humming after taking two steps? Why does a young man in his twenties look like a 70-year-old man!"

"It's rare to come out, don't be so disappointing."

When there was a disagreement, several eyes fell on Jiang Qifeng, obviously waiting for his boss to make up his mind.

How innocent is Jiang Qifeng?Obviously he was the one who didn't want to come out the most. "If you want to go shopping, let's find a shop to drink tea with middle-aged and elderly people. When it gets dark, let's go directly to the Qinhuai Music Club to meet."

Xu Zhaolan was the first to raise her hands in agreement: "That's right! So many people must go together, let's go and act separately!"

Of course, Wen Qiyu didn't want to drink tea and talk with "middle-aged and elderly people", so he took Qin Jinrui with one hand and Xu Zhaolan with the other, and said hello to Jiang Qifeng, "Brother, I went shopping by myself, see you tonight !” Then it disappeared in a flash.

The energetic ones all slipped away, leaving the "old guys" Jiang Qifeng and Yang Wenjing, and two guys who didn't seem to be here.

Zhou Ci and Fang Jinqi.

Jiang Qifeng joked: "You plan to join our senior group at a young age?"

Fang Jinqi waved his hands and said, "It's mainly because I'm afraid of the heat."

Zhou Ci was much more straightforward: "I just don't want to leave."

Come on, there happened to be a teahouse next door, and the four of us gathered at a table, drinking tea and chatting, this afternoon was quite pleasant.

Thinking of going to listen to the cross talk of colleagues at night, everyone is always a little worried.

Young people are timid and their skills are not as good as others, but older people are worried about another matter.

Yang Wenjing's face was a little dignified. "Xiaofeng, have you ever listened to the field of your colleagues before?"

Jiang Qifeng froze for a moment, and began to rummage through the old things in his memory. Thinking carefully, it was at least five years ago. When he was still in Qulan Society, he was really asked to learn from his peers.

So he nodded and said: "I've been there, people in Beijing, Beijing and Tianjin have heard of it."

After hearing this, Yang Wenjing's expression gradually became awkward, and he hesitated in his heart, but he hesitated for a while whether he should ask this matter.

Jiang Qifeng noticed something, put down the teacup in his hand, propped his chin and looked at him and said, "What's wrong? Tell me."

Yang Wenjing touched the back of his head in embarrassment, and finally asked what was on his mind: "I was wondering if we should buy tickets tonight."

This is a good question...

Jiang Qifeng was stopped by the question.

Zhou Ci and Fang Jinqi were obviously also caught in a tangle.

It stands to reason that the process of buying tickets and entering the venue to listen to cross talk is a matter of course and nothing to worry about.

However, according to some old rules in the industry, when colleagues meet and talk hard, go into the yard and find a convenient place to listen to them, learn from each other and support each other, so there is no need to buy a ticket.

But their number... seems to be a bit too much.

Twelve people stand in a row at the back, how terrified are the audience?

Besides, Shuangqi Society is also quite famous, if someone recognizes them, wouldn't it be thought that they are here to mess things up?

After thinking about it, it is better to buy a ticket to go in. Not only do you have to buy a ticket, but you can't buy tickets for ordinary seats or square tables.

Jiang Qifeng said helplessly: "Let's buy a ticket for a private room. Studying belongs to studying. We can't disturb other people's business."

This is the truth.

Yang Wenjing had no objection, and nodded in approval.The other two consciously said nothing, and had nothing to refute, so they drank tea and let the arrangements be made.

Jiang Qifeng said: "Let's tell others, see you at the ticket gate later."

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As the sky gradually darkened and night fell, the Qinhuai Music Club located on the banks of the Qinhuai River turned on the lights and began to enter.

The performance started at 07:30, but the group from Shuangqi Club arrived after [-]:[-].

Fortunately, it's not the real peak season yet, and usually there aren't many people vying for the seats in the box, so it's unlikely that you won't be able to buy a ticket.

Generally, there are no more than two, three, four or five people between relatives and friends who make an appointment to listen to cross talk. It is rare to see more than one table. Seeing that there are twelve people coming together, it will inevitably attract a lot of curious eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Qifeng hurriedly turned around, and almost poked his head into the ticket gate. The others also pretended to chat together, not wanting to be noticed.

"Sister, come to the box."

Hearing this voice, the aunt who sold the ticket was a little surprised, and raised her head to look at him. "From Tianjin? Why did you come to Nanjing to listen to cross talk?"

Jiang Qifeng's face froze. He didn't expect to chat after buying a ticket. Don't let people recognize how many mistakes he said... "Haha, I want to hear the difference between North and South cross talk."

Even if this question is fooled, fortunately, they didn't really plan to check the household registration.

"How many people? Why don't you buy loose seats?"

"Uh, twelve."

There are enough people, the aunt thought to herself.

"You twelve people, squeeze into a box?"

Jiang Qifeng felt a little embarrassed when he was asked, so his brain turned quickly, and he changed his words in a hurry: "The two boxes, can they be together? Thank you for removing the screen in the middle."

I regretted it just after I finished speaking. Does it mean that he knows Yuanzi too well...

Fortunately, the aunt who sold the tickets just hesitated for a while, and didn't ask any more questions. She watched Jiang Qifeng scan the QR code to pay, bowed her head and stamped two stamps, and gave him the ticket.

Jiang Qifeng took two tickets and retracted his head, turned around, put Wen Qiyu's shoulders on the shoulders and moved two steps aside, and whispered to everyone: "Are you all here? Go in when everyone is full, don't worry about it." Standing here waiting to be recognized."

"let's go."

As soon as they entered the arena, a large space was vacated, and the outside ticket office seemed much empty.

There is always someone who is good at observing and discovering something, frowning and looking at the twelve figures that entered the arena one after another, secretly sighing. "Isn't that who?"

Then there was an extra figure at the ticket gate, his eyes were still far away, but he lowered his voice and asked the ticket sales lady, "Hey, did that group of people come from Beijing?"

The aunt didn't even look up. "He's from Tianjin."

"Ah? How could it be?" The man was stunned, and seemed to walk away in disappointment.

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There were 5 minutes before the opening, the ticket office closed, and the aunt who sold the tickets suddenly appeared in the background.

"Old Chu, do you still drink tea?"

The man known as Old Chu looked up at her, not knowing why. "What's wrong?"

"A group of people came here today, twelve of them. They bought box tickets and looked like they were traveling together."