Cross talk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is built under the stage

on stage.

The audience was very enthusiastic and applauded continuously.

It lasted for several seconds before it started to fall slightly.

Qi Yuncheng is very popular these days. The [-]th anniversary show he just held, the [-]th anniversary cross talk and the interaction with the uncle, are already very popular.

All the young people who come here know it.

The same is true for Xiao Meng.Already a very mature actor.

"Thank you for your applause and encouragement. The two people who performed just now performed very well, very hotly, and made everyone laugh. But we are different. Let us tell you a quiet cross talk."

Meng Hetang deliberately lowered his voice, "Come on stage. Let me introduce myself briefly to everyone. My name is Meng Hetang. The person next to me is my senior brother Qi Yuncheng. He is here to praise me today."

Qi Yuncheng stood behind the microphone and said, "You are here to seek death."

"What does it mean to be dead?"

"Go back and ask the Shaobing and Zhang Jiuling who performed just now."

These opening words are not in words.

It's not that Meng Hetang didn't know, but he still subconsciously looked at Yan Hexiang, Qin Xiaoxian, He Jiuhua and others sitting below.

Each other smiles.

"It's really an honor for me to work with Senior Brother Qi Yuncheng."

"Yes." Qi Yuncheng nodded, "I feel honored for you."

"But senior brother, let's not talk about cross talk today, let's have a good chat."

"Hurrah."

"I want to ask you a question."

"Ask." Qi Yuncheng put his hands behind his back, and he came to praise him. He was very relaxed and rarely praised.

Meng Hetang looked at his senior brother seriously, "How old do you want to live?"

"Um……"

Qi Yuncheng was a little hesitant, as if he didn't know how to think about it. Meng Hetang asked curiously, "Isn't this hard to think about?"

"It's hard to think about it. Anyway, it will be fine if you are older than Master."

"That's good to pass."

"Oh? You mean the master is almost gone?"

Have fun talking.

There was a lot of laughter at the scene. Guo Degang, who was in the viewing area, had no choice but to open a folding fan and fan himself, "I knew this was going to happen."

"The main thing is that he knows you are there. If you weren't there, he wouldn't have said this."

"That's, I don't know him yet."

"Don't talk about Master, we can't act anymore." Meng Hetang was startled, knowing that Master was watching from the room over there, and quickly changed his mind, "I just thought about how many years I have to live."

"how much?"

"I want to live to be 66."

Looking at him, Qi Yuncheng took out his hands from behind and was very curious, "Why do you want to live to 66? Let me guess what you are thinking."

"Ok."

Meng Hetang held his hands together, waiting for his senior brother's guess.

After thinking about it for a while, Qi Yuncheng came up with an idea, "66, you can't accept your old appearance?"

"wrong."

"The donkey in Guizhou says that your works can't keep up."

"Nor."

"Deyunshe has closed down. Do you want to die?"

"Impossible." Meng Hetang shook his head and began to explain, "Because of Liuliu Dashun."

"Six or six are going well? This is good luck. Are you afraid that if you die badly, someone else will save you on the way?" Qi Yuncheng said angrily.

Meng Hetang was secretly happy that there was no plan to rip off the baggage here.

But now he understands why his senior brother doesn't worry too much every time he goes on stage, because what happens on stage can only be known when he goes on stage.

That's what a real actor is.

"No." Meng Hetang had no choice but to speak and bring the topic back. At the same time, he also learned something.

"Then there is another reason."

"Because only then will your reputation stop falling, and do you know when your reputation will be most visible?"

"do not know when."

"At the funeral."

"Oh." It seemed that the topic was unexpected. Qi Yuncheng began to think about it behind the table, and couldn't help but ask, "Why at a funeral?"

"Because at the funeral, when the host reads your name, your name is the real name."

"Oh, the dead are the most important?"

Meng Hetang looked at his senior brother, "Have you ever attended a funeral?"

"I have attended Mr. Zhang Wenshun's funeral, Master Hou Yaowen's funeral..."

"Okay, stop talking. You have attended so many funerals. Have you ever attended your own funeral?"

"Have you participated?"

"I definitely haven't attended it, but I have already thought about my funeral. Everything will be simple and there will be a big screen."

Meng Hetang gestured in all directions, and he was about to enter the state. He raised his head and pointed and said, "It says that Meng Hetang was born in [-], male, Han nationality. No other links are needed, only one link , read the letters I wrote during my lifetime.”

"Suicide note? Oh..." Qi Yuncheng couldn't help but take a breath and suddenly realized, "It turns out that what I was talking about today was a sad cross talk."

Feel around.

Meng Hetang took out a few pieces of paper from his pants pocket. There were real words on the paper, but it was not a word-for-word manuscript. "My suicide note has been written a long time ago. Come on, brother, read it for me." "

"Shall I read your suicide note?"

"I have dyslexia." Meng Hetang sincerely handed a few pieces of paper to his senior brother. Qi Yuncheng was still a little reluctant in his performance state, but still took it in his hand, showing some curiosity when looking at it, and slowly mouthed Thinking.

"Hello everyone, thank you for attending my father's funeral..."

With a swish, Qi Yuncheng threw a few pieces of paper on the ground and questioned Xiang Meng Hetang with a cold face.

But there’s a lot of fun down there.

The applause continued.

It was all Qi Yuncheng who took advantage of others, but that was fine today.

Facing his senior brother's cold face, Meng Hetang felt uncomfortable, "You disrespect the dead too much."

"You must be sick, so this is an advantage."

"This is a suicide note, this is my suicide note." Meng Hetang picked up a few pieces of paper in aggrieved manner.

"Read it yourself." Qi Yuncheng said bluntly.

"Okay, I'll read it myself."

After a brief rest of emotions, today’s highlight is finally here.

"Suicide note! Hello everyone, thank you for attending my father's funeral. I am Meng Hetang's son."

Qi Yuncheng shook his head and looked at the audience, "Fortunately I didn't think about it later, otherwise it would have been true that all the brothers and sisters were so cheating."

"The following paragraph is the last paragraph my father wrote to this world." Meng Hetang, looking at the paper, took a moment to look at the audience below, "Friends, I am Meng Hetang. When you hear this When I wrote the letter, I was already lying on my dead face, don’t laugh, yes, this is my funeral.”

Feeling something was wrong, Qi Yuncheng leaned over to read his suicide note, "Don't laugh, is it written on it?"

Meng Hetang was speechless, so he took it over and showed it to him.

"Now please all stand up..."

After saying this, some people at the scene actually wanted to stand up, but immediately retracted.Qi Yuncheng looked very happy, but instead of making excuses, he said, "No one stood up, only a few cameras stood up. They respect you very much."

The first ones to laugh were the brothers in the audience, especially Wang Jiulong, who covered his face with joy. The big camera was something he had just mentioned, which was impressive.

"It's okay, you don't have to stand up."

Meng Hetang waved his hands and continued to read, "I have left this world with too many regrets and too much reluctance to let go. I don't want to let go of my relatives, I don't want to let go of my friends, and I don't want to let go of my master and wife. , I can’t let go of Deyun Club, I can’t let go of this stage, please let me die here.”

Qi Yuncheng couldn't talk idlely, so he stretched out his hand to stop him, "That's considered a stage accident." "Huh? Can't you die on stage?"

"No, Luan Yunping will be fined."

"I will be fined even if I die???"

Meng Hetang was going crazy, why was there a fine, but the audience and fellow apprentices were really amused by Qi Yuncheng, especially Luan Yunping, who was sitting backstage, and it touched his heart.

While enjoying themselves, Shaobing, who had finished her performance, sneaked up to Luan Yunping.

"I bet 100 yuan that there are absolutely no right words in this paragraph."

"Judging from Xiao Meng's expression, I guess so."

On the stage, Qi Yuncheng had a serious expression, "Luan Yunping is a very rigorous person. I understand him."

"Okay, I'm going to cross this paragraph out. I didn't bring a pen to cross it out."

Meng Hetang could only say this while holding the suicide note, then cleared his throat and continued, "The last thing I regret is that they are the two wonderful little baggage pieces I created during my lifetime, which have not yet been seen by everyone. I hope that my Colleagues perform for everyone.

Let these two burdens meet you in a special form.

After much thought, I decided to let the big brother play the role. "

"Me? Why?" Qi Yuncheng was a little unsure behind the table.

"Because among the brothers, my performance level has always been the best in my mind."

"No." Qi Yuncheng frowned, in a very casual manner, leaning next to Xiao Meng and pointing at the words he just read, "What is this?"

"Because among the brothers, my performance level has always been the best in my mind."

"Oh, wait a minute, what's this?"

Hahahaha!

The laughter started naturally. Qi Yuncheng also knew that he was embarrassed and immediately stepped back, "I mainly like to hear it."

"I believe that Master Brother will play the last two burdens in my life well."

"What kind of baggage is this?"

Taking out his pocket again, Meng Hetang stretched out a very small piece of paper and said, "Brother, it's up to you."

"Don't tell me, the burden is really small."

Looking at the two notes, Qi Yuncheng slowly opened them. He was also very puzzled about what burden he could bear to worry about until his death. He lowered his head and read out each word.

"Okay, I saw it. Dear friends, my name is Meng Hetang, and these are the last two little things I wrote. Let me tell you a little lantern riddle. Please guess it. It's a thorn... your uncle!!"

Before even half a beat, Qi Yuncheng threw the note directly. "Cila spread an egg, Cila spread another egg, Cila spread a duck egg. This is an old joke for many years, and this burden was no longer used 80 years ago."

Meng Hetang's expression was half wandering, and he quickly handed over another small bundle, "There is another one, please think about that one."

"Xiao Ming's pants fell down from the fifth floor. Why is he okay? The answer is on the back." Qi Yuncheng turned the note over and read out the answer, "Because his pants fell down."

With a swipe, he threw away the small note again.

Qi Yuncheng was not angry. He pointed at Meng Hetang and said, "Stop being gay, can you go die now? Your pants fell down? What kind of burden? This is not as funny as Mr. Wang, Mr. Yu Qian's father, you know?" ?”

indeed so.

Qi Yuncheng said that the more than 300 audience members were delighted.

Even though he is a compliment, his behavior on stage is very amusing, and most of the baggage lies with him.

Yu Qian also had a smile on his face in the viewing room and couldn't help but praise, "Yun Cheng is very good, just because he has fun. Sure enough, an actor has matured to a certain level. Regardless of whether he talks about cross talk, he is standing there in a very good state." in place.

A bit like an old artist.

With this style, the audience can love it, laugh at it, and make fun of it at will. "

"That's right." Guo Degang was happy and agreed emphatically, "Let the child find things."

Amid laughter, Meng Hetang felt embarrassed and could only continue to read the suicide note in despair.

"Did everyone stop laughing after hearing these two burdens?"

"Yes! Hahaha!" Qi Yuncheng was very cooperative and smiled coldly. This smile made the audience unable to hold back their emotions.

"That's right, I just hope to leave everyone with laughter. Now I'm lying in front of you, asking the beautician to raise the corners of my mouth while putting on makeup for me."

"Well, I'll also draw my eyebrows."

This sentence was amazing. Turning his head, Meng Hetang looked at his senior brother in shock. He was about to collapse. "Can you not say anything? This is a sad cross talk. You stood by and held it up like a cross talk. It's a burden." It’s all on you.”

"Nonsense, if you can shake off the burden, it's a scam."

"Brother!!" Meng Hetang shouted pleadingly.

Qi Yuncheng had no choice but to keep nodding, "Okay, okay, sad cross talk."

"Please raise the corners of my mouth to freeze my smile at the last moment. Please turn my face to the left so that I can look at my crotch."

Meng Hetang looked at his senior brother.

Qi Yuncheng pushed him back, "I don't want to be with you."

"Finally, please start spinning, but please don't spin too fast."

"why?"

"I'm afraid of fainting."

"You'll faint." Qi Yuncheng looked furious.

Meng Hetang ignored it and still said, "This is how I think about the order of people turning around. The first one is Guo Qiling."

"Oh, he was still alive then? That's good."

"The second one is Yu Yunting, the fourth one..."

"Wait for a while." Qi Yuncheng realized something was wrong and quickly held him down, "Why are you a little confused about numbers? Where is the third one?"

"The third one is a photo of Zhou Jiuli, and the fourth person is holding it in his hand."

"That's because I'm the same as you."

Qi Yuncheng laughed and complained, while Zhou Jiuliang, who was sitting in the background, was even happier. He looked at the sesame cakes happily and said, "Hey, his suicide note has my name in it."

"He can't survive me. The fourth is Zhou Jiuliang's child named Zhou Xiaoliang, holding a photo of his father. I want my old buddy to come and see my funeral."

"There is affection between partners."

Meng Hetang suddenly smiled and gritted his teeth with pride, "Did you do it better than him?"

"People who work together are enemies."

"The fifth one is Wang Haiyang."

Qi Yuncheng asked doubtfully: "Who is Wang Haiyang?"

"Clouds and cranes rise to the sky, dragons soar across the sea, senior brother Hai Zi Ke."

"Oh."

"Because he is still young, I believe that when my master takes him in..."

I deliberately broke off a sentence and understood everything.

Qi Yuncheng looked at his suicide note and said nothing, as if he acquiesced. It was not all gone at that time.

"He is my junior brother who is still young. I want him to see how his senior brother died. And behind him is Qi Xi!!"

"Ah?" Qi Yuncheng was surprised, and added one more thing, fearing that some viewers might not know, "My daughter, my daughter's name is Xixi! Xixi can't come to see you off, you know?"

"Why can't you give it away?" Meng Hetang shifted his gaze from the suicide note and looked at his senior brother.

Qi Yuncheng thought for a while and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, send it to you. She may come to send it to you, and she may even rush to send it to you."

"Why are you rushing to give it away?"

"Because she likes to eat!!!"

Hahahahahaha!

Boom.

The fellow disciples sitting on the bench below were laughing almost crazy.

Not only them, the old couple in the viewing room laughed even crazier.

Say yes while having fun.

This thing is that only those who understand Xixi's character know whether the burden is good or not, just the character of that little girl Xixi.

It is possible to be the first to eat.