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Chapter 362 You’ll cover the money for next year’s haircut!(2/3)

There was a crash.

The theater also began to boil.

And almost all the shouts are inseparable from the word Qi Yuncheng.

Seeing this scene, Guo Degang and Yu Qian looked at each other and smiled bitterly. It seems that there are really many people who like him.

But they also know that half of the people want to call Yuncheng out and hurt him in front of them, and they like this too much.

I don’t know what to think.

After the noisy shouting, Guo Degang picked up his fan and lowered his voice slightly, "Then what else can we do? The sign has been turned to Qi Yuncheng, so let him come out first.

Come."

At the word "lai", Qi Yuncheng was pushed up by a group of people behind him, and then stood between the two elders without saying anything.

"What's wrong? Are you talking?" Guo Degang asked.

"I have nothing more to say." Qi Yuncheng looked aggrieved, "The audience just called me out to make me look embarrassed."

"Ouch!" Guo Degang exclaimed happily, "I have grown up in recent years, and I know it is embarrassing. Now the audience calls you, just come, don't waste time."

"Okay! Let me perform a head-touching kill!



"What the hell is this."

"Look!



Picking up the fan on the table, Qi Yuncheng faced the uncle, reached out to touch the uncle's flower roll with one hand, and stabbed the uncle in the stomach with the other hand holding the fan. After stabbing him, Qi Yuncheng hurriedly ran back.

Then there was only the confused old man in front, and the audience laughing wildly.

Emotional touching is really a touching and killing.

When Guo Deggang saw this, he was also very happy, "This is pretty good-looking. How does your hand feel?"

"What!"

After Yu Qian was stunned, he quickly ran back, desperately trying to drag Qi Yuncheng out, but of course he didn't actually touch the uncle's hair.

But the uncle didn't let it go and dragged Qi Yuncheng to say, "This can't be done. Just touch me and slap me for a while, and my hair will be messed up.

You’ve already paid for next year’s hair perm.”

Hahahaha!

"Awesome! The uncle is really your uncle. This is a blackmail."

"It's so fun, no wonder she is the cross talk queen."

"No matter how you smoke, drink, or perm your hair, your character won't be ruined."

……

"Oh, okay." Guo Degang protected his child on the side of the table, "The boss is not young anymore, and he still talks about the child."

Yu Qian: "No, he touched my hair, and I spent a lot of money to perm it, you know?"

"That's enough, I'll give you the money for my perm."

"Can you get a perm on that end?"

The old couple chatted and had fun. Not only the audience was happy, but the actors on stage were also happy. The box was sealed, so they had to have fun no matter what.

But Qi Yuncheng didn't want to come any longer, and he still wanted to show his senior brother's face, so he was determined to go down. However, with a look in his eyes, his master knew that he didn't want him to go down.

Come as often as you can. When the boxing is happy, the audience also likes to watch him, so I don’t care if I praise Xiaoyue today, because he will show his face sometimes.

Qi Yuncheng had no choice but to leave, and his master happened to say, "Do you want to compensate your uncle?"

"No, I don't have any money, and I won't even give you my life."

"Look at how bad our children are."

"Stop talking about me, let me talk about you two."

For a moment, both Guo Degang and Yu Qian's eyes were on the child, "What did you say?"

At this time, Qi Yuncheng thought of something, "You two performed in perfect harmony, and everyone should be able to see it, but there is one small detail that may not have been noticed."

"What details?" Yu Qian asked with his hands behind his back.

Qi Yuncheng pointed to the table in the middle of the table, "Just put a small note on it."

"Hey, I told you all these business secrets." Guo Degang subconsciously praised him, but he didn't know what the child was going to do, so he just kept talking.

Qi Yuncheng spoke again: "He may not be able to remember many programs, and it may have something to do with his age."

Guo Degang waved his hand, "I was like that when I was twelve years old."

"But Teacher Yu is very smart and has a tacit understanding, so Teacher Yu secretly covered him with a handkerchief." Qi Yuncheng lowered his head, picked up the white handkerchief and put it on another white handkerchief.

Guo Degang opened the door immediately after hearing this, "Should I cover it with him?"

Yu Qian also laughed, "Is this called tacit understanding?"

"I'm afraid that the audience will see it. Two big hooligans...well...the great actors can't remember the words when they do cross talk."

"Just wait a moment. What's the big deal? Grandson, tell me what's on your mind."

Hahahaha!

The audience liked hearing this, and Qi Yuncheng did as they wished, and was dragged by two people as if he was being quartered.

"Master, do you know that you are inferior?" Qi Yuncheng said.

"Nonsense, I don't care about you."

"Let's just say you two have a tacit understanding."

Guo Degang let go of his hand and said, "If you do it this way, I won't be able to see you anymore."

"But if you have an idea, just pretend to wipe the sweat. Go back and look at the old videos. This is why my master often wipes the sweat. Just watch it and remember it.

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I used to look at it this way at first. Later, when I got older and couldn’t see clearly, I picked up the handkerchief."

Qi Yuncheng picked up a white handkerchief to wipe his sweat at first, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he pretended to be the same, but the next second his eyes seemed to be hitting the table.

The old couple finally knew what the burden was and shook their heads.

Guo Degang complained, "I thought there was a mirror up there."

"And once during a performance, I was really sweating, so I just wiped it off."

The white handkerchief was in his hand again. Qi Yuncheng kept wiping his forehead and back of his head, but when he reached the back of his head, he immediately said something.

"Hey, when I was wiping, I accidentally brought the note up and wiped it on the back of my head. My master didn't know, but Teacher Yu could see it as a compliment."

Seeing that he was mentioned, Yu Qian looked at his child and said quickly, "We have a tacit understanding."

"Yes, the two of us have a tacit understanding. Teacher Yu talks about cross talk."

After the words fell, Qi Yuncheng, who played the role of Uncle Yu, stretched out his hand slowly to the back of the master's head, patted it gently, and said in his mouth: "You must be strong!



Hahahahahahaha!

Qi Yuncheng shouted, plus a slap on his hand.

The audience and a group of actors behind the stage were completely blown away, and there were waves of overwhelming laughter.

Nothing more than being extremely courageous.

Just when Guo De felt the child's gentle pat, he also touched the back of his head with his right hand. After touching him, he directly stretched out his hand to hit the person.

But Qi Yuncheng smiled and had already run away, and quickly took a few steps to the side.

Yu Qian's words made him even more happy, and he said with a smile: "I even wonder if Yuncheng came with a mission to seal the box today. Who did he make a bet with, right? Give us 10,000 yuan for touching our heads once?"

"No, it's only eight yuan." Qi Yuncheng responded, adding at the same time, "It's just the tacit understanding between you two."

"You need to say it!

"Guo Degang deliberately shouted at his apprentice who did not dare to approach.

Yu Qian: "This is your apprentice."

Guo Degang: "No one has ever touched my head in my life. Only my master has touched it."

Yu Qian: "Me neither."

"Oh! The more I think about it, the angrier I get!" Guo Degang sighed, immediately picked up his fan and walked over to Qi Yuncheng, "Come here, come here, let's have a good chat."

"Oh!


To be continued...
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