Shuang Qi

Under the shocked eyes of the staff, Jiang Qifeng politely invited the distinguished guests he had brought into the venue.

"Uncle, do you want to go backstage and have a look?" Jiang Qifeng asked with a smile.

But Chu Qiansheng gave him a disgusted look: "I have a ticket, why go to the backstage, you guide me to find a seat, I'll just look down there."

Jiang Qifeng was startled, and quickly said with a wry smile: "I can't hang around in the audience, you go in, there are staff to guide you inside."

"Yes." Chu Qian made things difficult for him in a quiet voice. "If I say it casually, it will really trouble you? Let's go." After finishing his words, he walked away under Jiang Qifeng's gaze and entered the auditorium.

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It was nearly ten o'clock, and the air in the backstage was still filled with tension.

So far, the performances of Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu are still waiting.

It was the first time in his life that he was a solo leader, and it was his first commercial performance, with senior colleagues watching him under the stage, and he was executed in public. Who wouldn't be nervous?

But both of them can be called stable, no matter how nervous their hearts were, cold sweat soaked their backs, they were still calm on the surface, calmly waiting for the next performance.Even these tensions will turn into strength, making the following programs more exciting.

With applause, the two of them came to the stage back and forth in silver-red gowns. The two young faces were extremely dazzling under the spotlight. The slim gowns showed the elegance hidden in the man to the fullest.

Jiang Qifeng, a crosstalk actor of Shuangqi Club.

Wen Qiyu, a crosstalk actor of Shuangqi Club.

Bow on stage...

This is not the first time that the two have stood on the big stage with thousands of people, but they were still excited by the almost full-seat scene below.

Every word and sentence spoken when the blood was boiling, seemed to be more youthful than usual, and seemed to have a little more heroism.

Several "long guns and short cannons" are lined up in front of the auditorium, and every word, sentence, and action of the actors on the stage can be magnified a hundred times in the camera.

The smile on the corner of Chu Qiansheng's mouth became deeper and deeper, his eyes were squinted and creases appeared on his face;

"Look, as I said, they are not bad."

The woman next to him looked calm and looked at the performance on stage with a scrutinizing gaze. Such a serious and unsmiling image seemed a bit incompatible with the cross talk performance.

For a long time, enthusiastic applause and unbridled laughter filled the entire theater, and the woman who was extremely calm suddenly lowered her voice and asked;

"Qiansheng, is this your student?"

"Of course not, this is Teacher Zhang's apprentice."

……

At the end of the whole commercial performance, the old-fashioned statement in a novel way exudes a unique charm, attracting the young and energetic audience.

It is a difficult pursuit to bring traditional catchy music back to the popular circle of young people, and Shuang Qi Club has succeeded.

At the end of the performance, the audience was still full of ideas, but it was already late at night after all.

Tonight, for many people, is destined to be a sleepless night.

Maybe it's hard to fall asleep because of the passion.

Maybe it's the tossing and turning of thousands of thoughts.

Maybe it's feeling the pressure and not being able to sleep peacefully.

……

After the business performance was over the night before, everyone in Shuangqi Club received an invitation from the organizer to have a dinner at a restaurant not far from the venue to celebrate.There is no shortage of big fish and meat on the table, and of course it is inevitable not to return drunk.

So, when Jiang Qifeng opened his eyes the next day, it was already eleven o'clock at noon, and the sun was scorching hot outside the window.

"Is our flight tonight?" he asked.

Wen Qiyu woke up before him, and was sitting on the sofa by the French window drinking hot tea. "Yes, the last flight."

"Oh." Jiang Qifeng understood it and answered casually.

I drank a lot of wine last night, and fell asleep when I came back. The first thing I did when I woke up today was to take a shower and change clothes to get rid of the smell of alcohol and meat.

When Jiang Qifeng walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and wiping his wet hair, it was time to check out.

In the last few hours in Nanjing, everyone is going to play their own way, and we will meet at the airport at night.

"Senior brother, I can't go shopping today, let's find a place to rest." Wen Qiyu said with a tired face after changing the vigor of the previous two days.

Jiang Qifeng naturally had no objection, and nodded in agreement.

But why does he always feel like he's forgotten something?

After thinking hard for a long time, I still have no clue.

Well, probably not a big deal.Thinking of this, Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu stayed in the cafe near the airport all afternoon.

It wasn't until nearly midnight when the group of Shuangqi Club passed the security check, boarded the plane smoothly, and sat in their seats ready to take off, that Jiang Qifeng woke up suddenly.

I remembered!

Chu Qian said in a loud voice that he should go back to Beijing and have something to bring to Master!

"Let's forget Uncle Fifth." Jiang Qifeng said with a sad face.

Wen Qiyu was taken aback for a moment, and soon remembered what happened at the Qinhuai Music Club that night.

He just frowned, and quickly relaxed it again. "Say embarrassment to your old man, it doesn't matter how much it costs to send something back by express."

Jiang Qifeng knew in his heart that this was the only way to go, so he didn't say any more.

-

Back to the familiar city of Beijing, there is only one day to rest, and then it is time to perform as usual.The garden of Shuangqi Club hadn't started performances for five days, and today it finally became lively again.

As the first commercial performance came to an end, countless photos and videos of performance clips were widely circulated on the Internet and were well received. At the same time, there were some discordant voices.

I heard that on the second day after the commercial performance of Shuangqishe came to an end, ironic voices came from the theater at the Drum Tower Store of Dongcheng Tea House, as if they were mocking some of their peers for catering to young people.

"It's not a day or two anymore." Jiang Qifeng let out a sigh with a smile, and went to do what he had to do.

The Qulan Society, which has been in a trough and has been silent for a month, has heard some rumors from time to time these days.

After a while, Liu Sheng, the former celebrity, secretly took in a young apprentice, who is the third generation according to seniority.

After a while, someone was dismissed by the class leader and changed careers directly.

After a while, Zhang Xiuming seemed to be willing to let Xian go to retire and go abroad to enjoy the happiness.

All kinds of sayings, I don't know whether they are true or not.

After coming back, he performed for two consecutive days, and finally it was the rest day. Jiang Qifeng went to Zhang Xiuming's house with fresh fruits.

Firstly, as an apprentice, he should visit his teacher often, and secondly, he couldn't help asking where Qu Lanshe had come.

The doorbell rang three times, but nothing happened.

"Sir?" he called, patting the door.

There was still no movement inside.

"Master!" he called again.

The door remained motionless, but the one behind him opened.

Jiang Qifeng was taken aback, and looked back. It was a woman in ordinary clothes, who looked him over while holding the door frame.

"Stop shouting, Lao Zhang isn't here, and hasn't come back for several days."

Jiang Qifeng was shocked, how could the master not go home for a few days when he was so good?Wouldn't it really be like the rumors that the picker would go abroad?He also remembered what Chu Qiansheng had mentioned, that Zhang Xiuming's daughter was abroad, which seemed to make sense.

But... the master in his impression was never someone who would run away.

Zhang Xiuming single-handedly created the Qulan Society, and it has been developed for more than ten years. The old man has worked hard day and night, and has gone through no matter how difficult the road is. How could he let it go because of a storm?

Jiang Qifeng took two steps forward hesitantly, and tentatively asked the woman, "Do you know where he went? Did you go to another place?"

The woman frowned and recalled. "Probably not. When he went out, I happened to go out to buy groceries. He was still dressed as usual, and I didn't see him bring many things."

Jiang Qifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

Then it's easy to guess, [-]% of them are dealing with the Qulan Club and the cultural and tourism department, and they don't have time to go home.

"Okay, I'll come back another day, thank you."

-

The people in Qulan Club didn't want to see Jiang Qifeng, and Jiang Qifeng wouldn't go there to make things worse, at least not now.

Master was in trouble, he felt powerless and really distressed.

"Don't think about it, just follow your original plan, stabilize yourself, and wait for Master to come back."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Qifeng raised his head subconsciously, and Wen Qiyu came behind him at some point, and handed him an ice coke.

"Okay." He felt a little warm in his heart, and then suddenly changed the subject. "I'd be happier with hot tea instead."

Wen Qiyu suddenly became angry, "My good fellow, I kindly comfort you in case you are sad, but you are still picky! Little old man!" After saying that, he turned and opened the door to go back to his room.

"Okay, I didn't say no to drinking, just kidding." Jiang Qifeng hurriedly reached out to grab him, and dragged him back.Looking up at the resentful expression, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't rush away, just listen to the show with me."

Wen Qiyu still had an expression of reluctance on the surface, but she had no intention of leaving.

Jiang Qifeng understood his temper, so he said cheerfully, "I'll take it as you agreed."

Wen Qiyu didn't speak, but let go of the door and went out.Jiang Qifeng was taken aback. Could it be that the car overturned today?He knows his junior brother, but he is usually not so generous.

Just when he was in a daze, Wen Qiyu left and came back with two more cups of hot tea in his hand.

"While listening to an opera, drinking tea is better to take advantage of the atmosphere." He said.

Jiang Qifeng laughed dumbfounded.

In the dead of night at this time, who would have thought that the room where the two young people lived was displaying old dramas from the last century?

"Sigh that the hero hangs the three-foot sharp sword in vain, how can he destroy the beard and sweep away the smoke of the wolf."

This recording is accompanied by squeaks, and you can imagine how old it is just by listening to the sound quality.

……

"The sky failed to fulfill a man's wish, but he has to rely on one hand to turn the tide."

Hearing this point, one can vaguely hear three different voices singing at the same time.

The two looked at each other and smiled, a gleam flashed in their eyes, and they became more resolute and resolute.

To turn the tide with one hand!