Jingjing doesn’t understand the baggage.

At this age, he still has to understand the burden, so he can only tilt his head and look at a group of elders.

It's the way he tilts his head.

The hearts of the elders on the side almost melted. Jing Jing was so cute at this age, no younger than Xi Xi back then.

My parents inherited it very well.

"It's okay, honey, let's continue to see your father." Yue Yunpeng, who had just come down, said, letting him take a good look.

Qi Yuncheng and Luan Yunping were still performing on the stage.

"Sitting by the ditch, Luan Yunping burst into tears. Seeing that Yanjing is in trouble, if I go a little further north, I can die for cross talk."

Luan Yunping echoed from the side, "I can pick watermelons as soon as I cross the ditch. What else do I need to take the test for?"

"That is!"

Qi Yuncheng nodded, because this place produces watermelons, and almost everyone here is from Yanjing, so they understand this.

"You're crying. The village chief heard this cry." Qi Yuncheng turned to one side and pretended to be a character and said, "What's wrong? Are you crying so miserably?"

I'm going to Yanjing, and I'll be there if I walk a little further north. I want to talk about cross talk, and I want to contribute to the cause of Chinese cross talk, but now you are blocking me.

When the village chief heard this, he said, "Don't cry. I'm just going out to do something, so you can take my car."

"This is a kind-hearted person." Luan Yunping complimented.

Qi Yuncheng said: "I will carry it out for you, but it won't be delivered to the ground. Anyway, you can go north after crossing the ditch."

"As long as you can cross the ditch."

"There are still many good people."

On the stage, Qi Yuncheng looked at his partner and sighed, and Luan Yunping did the same, constantly admitting, "That is, the village chief is a good person."

"Get in the car and walk. When you get to the place where people have to do business, I ask you to get off the car. I can only send it here. I hope you can talk about cross talk well, so you can go north by yourself.

When the car drove away, Luan Yunping was very grateful and bowed to the car."

Qi Yuncheng restored the character and gave him a bow on the spot. His expression was extremely happy and he said, "Thank you."

"No thanks."

"As for where to get off the bus..."

"Where."

"Huilong Temple."

A loud bang.

The laughter in the theater appears one after another like waves.

Luan Yunping let out a surprised sound, stretched out her hand and pointed, "Hey, did you pull it over for me?"

Qi Yuncheng twisted his face and looked ahead, "Keep going north."

"Should I still go north?"

"Finally you can see Mount Wutai."

"Okay, we've arrived in Shanxi. Am I rushing to harvest wheat?"

Combined with the fact that the whole country was busy with the harvest, these words of praise can also bring out a lot of laughter.

Qi Yuncheng, on the other hand, leaned on the crosstalk table and sighed, saying slowly, "The sky is playing tricks on people."

"What's wrong?" Luan Yunping had to ask.

"I originally went to Yanjing, but I actually walked there again. There were many things that I couldn't explain in one or two sentences. Later, someone asked Luan Yunping about the exam. Did your arrival in Wutai Mountain have a big impact on you?"

"What did I say?"

Qi Yuncheng raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head, "Poor monk..."

"Good guy, it won't have much impact, I'm already a monk?"

The two people were talking about cross talk, just for fun, and the audience sitting below were extremely relaxed, and they loved it when they saw their expressions.

Every word is funny.

Qi Yuncheng quickly answered, "I later came back from Mount Wutai, and of course the registration process was over."

"I didn't make it in time."

"So you become a crosstalk artist."

At this point, Luan Yunping felt that her brain was running out. She stretched out her hand to grab her partner's arm, her eyes looking thoughtful, "Wait a moment, I don't understand. I didn't catch up with the exam, so why did I become an artist?"

"Well, that's it, you're done anyway."

Qi Yuncheng wanted to blur the past, but Luan Yunping refused to let go, "No one understands why. How can I become an artist after doing so much farm work?"

"If I say you are an artist, if you say you are, that's the end of it."

"No, you have to talk."

He then started to be pretentious, and Qi Yuncheng's face was full of helplessness, "You don't know what to do. I said you are an artist and that's it. If you do this, many artists won't be able to explain it clearly."

The screen suddenly freezes for a second.

A large amount of noise came from Beizhan.

"The irony is so good, I seem to understand something."

"Awesome, that's what Deyun Shegan said."

"This is the Deyun Club back then."

…

In the large-scale movement, Qi Yuncheng continued to speak, "Don't be ashamed. I'll tell you yes and that's it."

Luan Yunping didn't react until she was at the table, "Oh, let's not mention this? You don't have a resume?"

"Anyway, you are an artist, but some viewers are curious, how did he become an artist? I can only tell you, because he has improved his quality."

"I still studied later?"

"right."

"Then what qualities should I improve?"

"You just did a lot of good things, such as helping the old lady cross the road. You helped the old lady cross the road, and then she came back, and then it got dark."

Luan Yunping looked at the action and her expression changed, "The old lady died in my hands. Can she go home?"

Qi Yuncheng glanced at him, and then looked at the audience again to explain, "I can count. I have sent old ladies across the road more than 3,600 times. There are not so many old ladies, so I can only take one."

"It's really awesome."

"By the way. You also helped the old man find his son."

"This too?"

"Why not." Qi Yuncheng's voice suddenly became louder, "Isn't it a good thing to help the old man find his son?"

"Yes." Luan Yunping nodded and admitted.

"The old man is sitting here. You came over. Why is the old man sitting here? Where is your son? My son has gone to work. Don't be sad. I will be your son from now on."

"I'm crazy!"

Luan Yunping was completely blown away on the stage, but it was this appearance that made the cross talk atmosphere gradually become more heated, and then she explained crazily.

"Then the old man's son is back from get off work. When I get off work, I can find someone to be my father."

"Look for the next old man." Qi Yuncheng looked at him very rationally.

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Qi Yuncheng: "There are not many people who want to be fathers nowadays, right?"

Luan Yunping: "That's right, I'm the only one who wants to be your son."

Qi Yuncheng: "Not only did I do these two good things, but the best one is great."

Luan Yunping: "What?"

Qi Yuncheng: "Fetch water for the fishermen."

The admiring people nearby were already very angry at this sentence, and quickly stopped him, "You wait a moment to get water for the fishermen? I am guarding the water, so I need help from others."

"He is busy. He casts the net on the boat to catch fish, and you are the one who brings the basin of water to others."

Qi Yuncheng picked up the basin and scooped it out, then passed it forward and said, "Here you go."

"How did he say?"

Qi Yuncheng took it with both hands, "Okay, okay, get out!!"

"Why don't you get out? It's just for free."
To be continued...