He Maoqi smiled and said, "I've talked with your master for a lifetime of cross talk, and we haven't had the last Spring Festival Gala. You two are young, but you are young and promising."

He Maoqi and Zhou Maoqin couldn't go to the Spring Festival Gala, of course not because of their lack of skill, but because, as cross talk actors of the same generation, they had their senior brother Wei Maolin in the Spring Festival Gala, and it would be superfluous to invite them again.

He Maoqi and Zhou Maoqin were not keen on fame and fortune, so they never participated in the competition of the Spring Festival Gala from the beginning. Over time, everyone from the program crew to the audience has become accustomed to Wei Maolin every Spring Festival Gala.

Unexpectedly, such a pattern was broken for the first time this year.

Yan Chao couldn't help but think to himself that all the people sitting on the table today were from Xia Qingyuan, and people from Dongning Garden probably came to pay New Year's greetings early in the morning, but his inner feelings were probably very subtle.

Zhou Shuangshuang, who was on the side, continued the topic just now and pouted: "It is said that the current Spring Festival Gala is also in the style of traffic, but our group's program has not yet entered the final review."

Zhou Shuangshuang's women's group is now in the limelight, and it has also received an invitation for the Spring Festival Gala this year, but unfortunately there are too many similar song and dance programs, and they were wiped out in the first round.

I just heard Zhou Maoqin say: "As far as the saliva songs you sang, it would be strange to be able to play in the Spring Festival Gala. Now everyone advocates the promotion of traditional culture. If you are willing to sing the big drum wholeheartedly, you may have played it many times."

Zhou Shuangshuang stuck out her tongue when she saw her father's hatred of iron.

Just listen to Guan Chenfeng say enviously: "Sister Shuangshuang, you can be content, if Xiaochi and I can receive an invitation for the Spring Festival Gala at any time, I will designate that I will be so happy that I can't sleep for three days and three nights."

Jiang Chenchi, who was sitting beside him, showed a helpless smile: "Just do a daydream in your heart, you don't have to say it."

Deng Wei glanced at them and said with a smile: "This is really not a daydream. If you say that you are young and promising, you two are really young and promising. When your brother and the others are as old as you, they are still young. You know where to talk about cross talk in a corner. If you two work harder, you might become the youngest cross talk actor in the history of the Spring Festival Gala."

Zhou Chenyu was unconvinced and said, "We didn't have so many enthusiastic audiences at that time. Otherwise, if we don't say anything else, just rely on my face, how can I stay in the small garden for so long?"

Zhou Yinchun, who hadn't spoken for a long time, sneered: "Look at you, it's too hard to be a vase and give you a vase. Should you talk about cross talk or sell your face?"

Zhou Chenyu spread out his hands: "Okay, you still haven't held back. Sure enough, the Spring Festival Gala won't break my vase position in your mind."

Zhou Yinchun smiled and shook his head: "I, a post-40s generation, can't understand your post-90s cross talk."

Unexpectedly, the old man caught the show just now at the dinner table, and everyone laughed.

Zhou Chenyu stretched out her hand and pinched the bulging little Bingtang in He Chenfeng's arms: "That's over, we'll talk about cross talk after 10, what can you do?"

It was getting late, and Xiao Bingtang was already feeling sleepy, and when he pinched it like this, Wu Liuliu's big eyes instantly widened, but it seemed that he still hadn't reacted.

He Chenfeng said: "We are lucky to catch up with a good time, thanks to the seats that are willing to support us. But at the end of the day, we have to recognize clearly that cross talk is a sunset industry, and now these are false prosperity, wait for the seats It's just a matter of minutes for people to take tea and cool down."

Zhou Chenyu looked at Xiaobingtang's foggy eyes, and smiled: "Look at your dad, everyone is drunk and he wakes up alone, no wonder he quickly develops a movie star as a sideline. It's okay, when you grow up, if no one listens to cross talk, Let's also change careers and be the host."

As he said that, he patted Yan Chao on the shoulder beside him: "Look at it, the new master has been found for you."

Xiao Bingtang still opened her big eyes ignorantly, stunned for a while, and then murmured, "Master?"

Yan Chao: "..."

Chapter 61

Everyone burst into laughter, and He Chenfeng waved his hand cheerfully: "Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji."

Deng Wei smiled and said to Xiaobingtang, "Have you been brought down by your master? Why do you still run the train with your mouth full at such a young age?"

Zhou Chenyu curled her lips: "You can pull it down, I have never talked nonsense in front of your son, but I don't know who is consuming CP all day..."

Everyone laughed even more now, but Zhou Shuangshuang showed a strange look that was not easy to detect, and Yan Chao had an embarrassed but polite smile on his face.

Xiao Bingtang was laughed at by everyone, and it seemed that he woke up and corrected: "Brother Xiaoyan!"

Yan Chao looked at him with a helpless but doting smile: "Eh."

There was another laugh on the table, and then Zhou Maoqin said to Zhou Chenyu, "Look at it, you are not in a hurry, your apprentice is in a hurry for you."

After speaking, he said to Xiaobingtang again: "Ask your master, when are you going to bring a real teacher back?"

As soon as he said these words, everyone at the table understood what he meant, and Yan Chao's originally gentle eyes suddenly turned cold almost imperceptibly.

However, no one on the table at the moment noticed this, because everyone else looked at Zhou Chenyu with schadenfreude, and everyone was still laughing, thinking it was because they had heard it too much, and they were already used to it.

Just listen to Zhou Chenyu smile: "I'm still a child, okay?"

Zhou Maoqin said in disgust, "The child is a fart, the boss is not young, it is time to hold the child."

Zhou Chenyu reluctantly pursed her lips: "Fate is a thing, you can't ask for it, it's useless for you to urge, so don't worry about it."

Seeing Zhou Maoqin tut his tongue, as if he wanted to say something, Zhou Chenyu quickly stood up and handed the wine glass to him: "Well, it's a big New Year's Eve, my apprentice, I'll give you a toast first, and sooner or later give birth to him. In the future, I will honor you with my family and mouth, okay?"

When he said this, everyone burst into laughter, and Zhou Maoqin didn't want to say anything else, he waved his hand and had a toast with him.