Shuang Qi

A week is not long, it passes in the blink of an eye.

On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, that is, Xiaonian, the box-sealing night of Shuangqi Club and Dongcheng Tea Club, from around four or five in the afternoon, the street outside the Capital Theater was congested.

When night fell, the lights of the theater became more prosperous, and there was a long queue at the ticket gate, which could not be seen at a glance.

The actors of Shuangqi Club just finished the final rehearsal in the afternoon. At this moment, there is no panic or anxiety, only anticipation and confidence for the next performance.

Jiang Qifeng pushed open the backstage side door, walked out from the staff hall, and stood on the outdoor balcony on the second floor of the theater, facing the cold winter evening wind, but was extremely eager in his heart.

"Brother, take a look, Brother Xu has posted a video outside the Nanjing stadium!"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Qifeng looked back, Wen Qiyu didn't know when he followed, with a happy smile on his face, and a video was playing on the mobile phone he was holding.

Jiang Qifeng took a look at the video, and the picture was probably taken from the second floor of the Nanjing venue, looking down, just in time to see the dark crowds below, and the countless cars parked on the road in the distance.

As he saw, the Nanjing field was no different from the Beijing city, and it was also overcrowded at the moment.

"Let's take some videos too, and we can cut them together as a commemoration." Wen Qiyu said, stuffing the phone into Jiang Qifeng's hand.

Jiang Qifeng looked at him, then at the mobile phone with the screen on, and agreed with a chuckle. "Okay, just don't think my photos are ugly."

……

There were only 15 minutes left before the opening, and most of the people backstage had already put on their coats. Suddenly, several eyes seemed to be fixed on Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu.

"Damn, you two are so festive!"

"When did you do this body? Why don't I remember that you two have red?"

Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu were wearing red gowns with dark patterns, which were festive but calm. They had never worn these gowns before, so they must be newly made.

"Last year, you said you would let us both be famous. Are you still not satisfied that your wish has come true?" Wen Qiyu looked smug.

How grown up, still like a child.Disgusting is disgusting, Jiang Qifeng's helpless eyes are more or less doting, compared with his own younger brother, his younger brother is still likable.

While talking, a strange figure appeared at the door at some point.

The others didn't know each other and looked at each other in blank dismay, but Jiang Qifeng and Wen Qiyu had seen him before. This was Manager Xu of the Capital Theatre.

Jiang Qifeng got up and said hello, and said politely: "Thank you for your hard work today, and we will get midnight after the end."

Manager Xu smiled all over his face and said cheerfully, "Why are you being so polite to us? Just look at how much business you brought me."

Jiang Qifeng only thought that he was talking about today's attendance rate, but he didn't know that the habit of eating sunflower seeds listening to cross talk is comparable to eating popcorn while watching a movie. , other snacks are also sold out.

This was something Manager Xu hadn't expected earlier, and made a fortune.

Manager Xu pretended to be profound and asked with a smile: "Boss Jiang, have you checked the situation next door?"

Jiang Qifeng hadn't reacted yet, "What's next door?"

"What else can you do next door, Boss Dongcheng Tang!"

Having said this, Jiang Qifeng remembered that the box-sealing performance of Dongcheng Tea House tonight was only one street away from them, and it was a veritable "next door".

"What happened to them? What happened?"

"You don't know, Boss Tang is competing with us. Not to mention that their convention and exhibition center is not well-known. It is far away from the bus and subway, and there is no parking space. The attendance rate is at least [-]% lower than ours."

While Manager Xu was talking non-stop, Wen Qiyu had already turned on his phone to find relevant gossip and live photos and pushed them to Jiang Qifeng.

"Brother, look, there are a lot of comments below."

Jiang Qifeng also paid attention to the release time before reading it, it was just 10 minutes ago.

The outside of the Convention and Exhibition Center in the video looks much more desolate than the Capital Theatre, and there are people queuing up to enter the venue, but it is more than a little worse than the Shuangqi Club.

"They are all supported by the old audience." Jiang Qifeng sighed.

Looking back, it was clear that Dongcheng Tea House was the dominant family more than half a year ago. In two hundred days, his opponent stood up, while Dongcheng was still standing still.

The various actions of Tang Chong'an in these years had to remind Jiang Qifeng of a word——

Sit and eat...

If this continues, the mountain of the Tang family will be wiped out.

-

Overnight, the Shuangqi Club became famous. Qin Jinrui and Fang Jinqi, who have been honed on the stage for a whole year, are now able to play their own roles. Brothers, but Tang Jingye and Shen Kai.

Shuangqi club and Dongcheng tea club openly confront each other, but people from the Tang family appear on the stage of Shuangqi club... This is big news no matter how you look at it.

I heard that someone interviewed Tang Chongan on the night of the performance, "What is your relationship with Tang Jingye, a newcomer from Shuangqi Club?"

At that time Tang Chongan's face turned blue.

That's why everyone in Shuangqi Club is full of praise for Tang Jingye, no matter how they like it, they treat him more than the two actresses.

Jiang Qifeng was quite careful, asked about the situation in Nanjing, and learned that Ning Wei and Cheng Sisi were not inferior to shining in the box-sealing performance, he felt a lot more at ease.

What surprised him was that Jiang Hua didn't have a few words in total, and she took a part-time job as host and announcer, but gained a lot of fame and popularity after the performance.

When did the job of being an artist become so easy?

Jiang Qifeng was puzzled.

Years ago, when Xu Zhaolan and Yang Wenjing were going back to Tianjin for the New Year, they asked Jiang Qifeng to have a meal before leaving.

Hearing they mentioned driving back, Jiang Qifeng suddenly had an idea.

"I'm worried. How can I send Jiang Hua home if I don't go back by myself. Is it convenient for the two of you to pick him up by car?"

Xu Zhaolan readily agreed, "Whatever it is, just leave it to me."

It was rare for Jiang Hua not to make a fuss, she just lowered her head dullly and poked the rice in the bowl.

He is still recalling the night when the box was sealed, he had never performed in front of so many audiences, and he had never received so much applause.

Even... Many of these applause and compliments were for Jiang Qifeng's sake.

He was lost in thought, and he didn't hear Jiang Qifeng's question at all.

"I'm asking you something, can you go home with your master's car?"

Jiang Qifeng patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and finally woke the guy up.

Jiang Hua didn't even look at him, but nodded to Xu Zhaolan, "Mmm..."

-

The streets are much deserted, only the red lanterns on the street lamps show the atmosphere of the Spring Festival.

Wen Qiyu just went to the supermarket to buy some food, and was about to go back to his parents directly. Before leaving, he looked at Jiang Qifeng with a little worry: "Brother, when are you leaving?"

Jiang Qifeng has already obtained his passport and visa, and Zhang Xiuming has booked a plane ticket for the morning of the day after tomorrow.

"The day after tomorrow, master will be recording the last party tomorrow."

"You two together... can it work? Don't start a cold war halfway." Thinking of the strange way and atmosphere of getting along with the two of them before, Wen Qiyu really couldn't let go.

Jiang Qifeng knew in his heart that the relationship between their master and apprentice has eased a lot in the past six months. Although it is impossible to be as close as father and son, it will not be as sharp as it was in previous years.

"Okay, you think I'm Jiang Hua? It's only a week away, it's fine."

Watching Wen Qiyu drive back to the old house, Jiang Qifeng was the only one left in the house, and the half-packed suitcases were still spread out on the floor of the room.

Jiang Qifeng sighed, piled up and squatted on the ground to collect the rest of the clothes, and put the prepared gifts in one by one.

Flipping the sky, it was already 29 years old.

The passenger flow of the Capital Airport has not decreased at all. It was less than 06:30, and there were already long queues in front of the counter and at the security checkpoint.

When Jiang Qifeng arrived, Zhang Xiuming was still on the way.He took a look at the suitcase he brought, and it was still strong, so he sat on the suitcase casually and looked around, occasionally looking at his phone to pass the time.

Ten minutes later, the two met.

"Morning, Master." Jiang Qifeng greeted Zhang Xiuming with a smile on his face.In fact, he couldn't help being nervous, and he was embarrassed when he saw it.

Zhang Xiuming was as calm as ever, only replied with "um", and then dragged his suitcase to the counter.

"I'll take it for you." Jiang Qifeng hurriedly followed and took the box from the master.

Zhang Xiuming was noncommittal, didn't refuse, and didn't say anything polite, let him take it after letting go.

So Jiang Qifeng was busy with both hands. He held a huge 28-inch suitcase in one hand, and a small [-]-inch suitcase in the other. The big one belonged to him, and the small one belonged to Zhang Xiuming.

Kind of embarrassing.

"Master, did you bring such a few things?" Jiang Qifeng couldn't help being puzzled, so he asked.

Zhang Xiuming said indifferently: "My daughter has my clothes at home, so you don't need to bring them."

He shouldn't have asked this unnecessary question.

Jiang Qifeng swallowed all his curiosity, and obediently followed the master to drag the box.

The efficiency of the Capital Airport is extremely high, such a long queue only lasted about ten minutes, Jiang Qifeng's own big box was checked in, and Zhang Xiuming's small box could be brought on the plane directly.

After passing through the security check, the two of them sat in the departure hall. Others were family members, or they were in pairs, but the combination of the two of them was a bit weird.

Jiang Qifeng's wife died of cancer when Jiang Qifeng first became a teacher. Zhang Xiuming has been alone in Beijing these years.

The two of them sat here and wanted to talk about family life, but they were afraid of being thundered.

"Well, Master, have you had breakfast?"

"Ate."

Chat to death again.

Jiang Qifeng closed his mouth resignedly, lowered his head and swiped his phone which had no news.

At 08:30, the plane took off on time.

International flights are generally longer, and they flew for nearly twelve hours.

During these twelve hours, the conversation between the master and the apprentice did not exceed twenty sentences.

When the plane landed, Jiang Qifeng's phone was running out of battery, Zhang Xiuming glanced at him, and rarely took the initiative to say a word.

"Next time you fly with a book, don't stare at your phone all day long."