"Master!!"

"Master!!!"

It is customary for fans to give gifts after they appear on stage and the audience applauds them.

Nowadays, this is a tradition. Basically, everyone who is somewhat famous will have one, it just depends on how many. If you have more fans, you will give more, and if you have fewer fans, you will also give them. At least it is a matter of face.

"I've heard people calling you for a long time, why didn't you say anything?" Dong Zhulin complained after receiving the gift and standing back on the stage.

("Ha ha.")

"I heard you were called Master, but I thought I was calling you." Han Shao also smiled.

("Ha ha.")

"You are wrong." Dong Zhulin said.

"What's wrong?" Han Shao was puzzled.

Dong Zhulin stood in front of the microphone and adjusted the height. Han Shao reminded, "In the future, we can use headsets on stage, so there won't be such embarrassment."

("Hahaha!!")

"I just love to make trouble." Dong Zhulin pointed at him with a smile.

Han Shao just laughed.

"You don't understand." Dong Zhulin adjusted the microphone.

"Why don't you understand?" Han Shao nodded.

"I have many names, but I am usually called Dalin." Dong Zhulin said.

"That's right." Han Shao.

"Then there are also young class leaders." Dong Zhulin continued.

("Bah bang bang.")

"Is there any more?" Han Shao.

"Brother Shengtian." Dong Zhulin pointed his fingers and smiled.

("Oh oh oh~" the audience started to cheer.)

"Are you the first brother?" Han Shao.

"Also, I am responsible for my appearance!" Dong Zhulin looked at him.

("Bah, bah, bah!" The audience cheered, mostly girls' voices.)

Han Shao thought for a while and asked kindly: "How about you cross this section?"

"What's wrong?" Dong Zhulin was confused.

"Don't you have to show some face in front of the elders from home?" Han Shao motioned to the audience.

("Hahahaha!!" "Oh oh oh~")

"Why are you so shameless?! Why am I so shameless?!" Dong Zhulin was unhappy.

"Just tell me why you don't call me Master." Han Shao urged.

Dong Zhulin nodded: "That's right. Because you see, I have so many titles, but only the young master and the general backstage know about it. Only my dad calls me that."

"Only Teacher Dong calls it that?" Han Shao suddenly wondered.

Dong Zhulin said: "Yes. Just like in a traditional family, he calls me young master and I call him master. It is only the two of us who call each other that way."

"I understand." Han Shao said.

("Pah, pah, pah, pah!" The audience below applauded.)

After the applause ended, Dong Shenggang and Yu Tian, ​​who had just ignored Dong Zhulin and Han Shao backstage, sat at the nearest distance instead. They certainly did not go on stage or show their faces, but they must be watching from the backstage.

And just like before when Yuan Jing opened the box, other brothers and sisters were also surrounding him.

"We're going home today!"

The end of the nickname Young Master also adds a label to Han Shao. Having a nickname will make cross talk actors much more approachable and have a greater sense of belonging.

"Go back to our hometown in Tianjing." Dong Zhulin raised his voice.

"That's right." Han Shao.

"Every time I come to Tianjing, I feel very friendly." Dong Zhulin said.

"Oh?" Han Shao.

"My father and I are both from Tianjing. We grew up in Tianjing." Dong Zhulin looked at the audience.

"Yes." Han Shao.

"Tianjing has special significance for cross talk." Dong Zhulin said.

"The Place of Origin." Han Shao.

"That's right. Tianjing originated and Yujing developed." Dong Zhulin looked at him.

"Yes." Han Shao.

"My dad always unpacks and seals Yuanjing and Tianjing to make them together. Many other branches are different, and my dad can't go there in person," Dong Zhulin said.

"No time to clone." Han Shao.

"But Tianjing must take it seriously." Dong Zhulin pointed his finger on the table.

"This is our home!!!" the tone of voice rose.

("Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!" "Pah, pah, pah, pah!" the audience cheered and applauded warmly.)

They both saluted together.

"Now that we're back home, let's have a good talk with the folks back home." Han Shao said as he straightened up.

"I haven't finished talking about anything else." Dong Zhulin waved his hand.

"It's time to talk about cross talk." Han Shao.

"I haven't finished expressing my feelings for the elders in my hometown." Dong Zhulin put his hand on his chest.

"That's almost it. To be honest..." Han Shao stopped him.

"Don't stop me!"

Dong Zhulin pushed his hand away and held it against his chest as if he was about to vomit: "The enthusiasm and sincerity towards the elders in my hometown are so warm that I just want to..."

"Oops~ I feel a little sick~" Han Shao frowned.

"Let's talk about cross talk. The folks in my hometown have been waiting for a long time." He pulled Dong Zhulin.

Dong Zhulin was unhappy: "Don't stand in my way. I'm going home! What's wrong with me having a few heart-to-heart talks with the folks in my hometown?!"

("Oh oh oh~" the people below laughed and clapped.)

"Then we can't keep talking." Han Shao said.

"Everyone knows that you are enthusiastic and that you are from Tianjing." He dragged Dong Zhulin back to the microphone.

"Of course, I am from Tianjing, and I am proud to be from Tianjing (Tianjing dialect). I..."

Dong Zhulin threw his arm away.

Han Shao was thrown away by him for the third time, his expression already extremely impatient. Seeing Dong Zhulin still beeping, he couldn't bear it anymore and immediately exploded.

"Hurry up! (Tianjing dialect)."

Han Shao suddenly pushed Dong Zhulin: "Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah! (Tianjing dialect)"

("Hahahahahaha!!" "Bahhhhh!!!" "Hahahahahaha!!!")

The audience suddenly burst into laughter and applauded loudly. Dong Shenggang, who was sitting backstage, laughed happily. Yu Tian also laughed, but looked at Dong Shenggang.

"Do you speak authentic Tianjing dialect?"

Dong Shenggang smiled and said nothing.

And it's not over yet.

"What's wrong?" Dong Zhulin was pushed and walked back to look at him.

"Why are you pushing me?" Pushed Han Shao back.

("Ha ha.")

"Let's just say a few words. Isn't it over yet?" Han Shao was impatient.

"Who is not from Tianjing?! (Tianjing dialect)" looked at the audience.

("Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!")

("Oh oh oh!!!!")

The audience applauded vigorously, even more enthusiastically than before.

"This is a good performance. The audience's enthusiasm and sense of belonging have been mobilized." Luan Chunming praised backstage.

Several other people also nodded.

On stage.

The applause slowly subsided.

"I forgot about this." Dong Zhulin apologized with a smile.

Han Shao's tone also softened: "We are both from Tianjing. We grew up in Tianjing. Now that we are back, we don't need to talk so much. It's just a good way to repay the favor by giving a good cross talk to the elders in my hometown."

("Pah, pah, pah, pah!" The audience burst into applause again.)

"Okay. Let's give you a good cross talk." Dong Zhulin also stood in front of the microphone.

"That's right." Han Shao.

"Let me introduce you." Dong Zhulin reached out to Han Shao.

"You said." Han Shao.

"His name is Han Shao. Shao means short, young, small..." Dong Zhulin said.

"Hey hey hey?!"

Han Shao stopped him: "Say it again, right?!"

("Hahaha!" The audience laughed, and so did the backstage.)

"What's wrong?" Dong Zhulin asked.

"You told me when I opened the box in Yuanjing." Han Shao said.

"But the Tianjing elders don't understand." Dong Zhulin clapped his hands.

"That's it for the introduction of Shao." Han Shao was helpless.

"Introduced by Shao. Han Shao." Dong Zhulin nodded.

"Yes." Han Shao.

"He is my mount." Dong Zhulin said.

("Ha ha ha ha!!")

Han Shao smiled calmly: "Am I turning into a little animal again? (Tianjing dialect)"

("Hahahahaha!!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" "Ohhhhhhhh!!")

The audience suddenly burst into laughter, and the feeling lasted forever.

"Hahaha!!"

Everyone backstage also laughed.

Yue Chunmeng looked at the stand and said to the master: "Why is this child so sullen? I didn't notice it when I was a child."

Dong Shenggang turned around: "Why are you so boring?"

Yue Chunmeng smiled: "He looks very sunny and handsome. And the typhoon is also stable, and he still knows everything at a young age. Isn't this a joke of Tianjing pornographic movies?"

Luan Chunming also spoke: "Master also said it on stage."

The others also laughed. Dong Shenggang smiled without saying anything and continued to look.

On stage.

"Freeze said!!"

Obviously Dong Zhulin also understood, and quickly stopped him: "I'm going home now, don't talk nonsense."

Still smiling down there.

"Who is talking nonsense?"

Han Shao pointed to the backstage: "Dong Zhulin, I agreed with you. I will come to your Shengtian Club to work, eat and talk about cross talk. I can't do this."

("Hahahahahaha!!" The audience laughed.)

On stage.

"Misunderstood!! I said it wrong!" Dong Zhulin waved his hand.

"Tell me, why did you become a mount?" Han Shao stretched out his hand.

"He's my partner." Dong Zhulin looked at the audience.

"That's right." Han Shao.

"It's my good buddy, let's play together." Dong Zhulin said.

"Grown up together." Han Shao.

Dong Zhulin said: "We learned cross talk together when we were young. He is better than me. And he is more talented. Especially his voice is good."

"Don't dare, don't dare. Thank you very much." Han Shao.

Dong Zhulin regretted: "But then I dropped out of Shengtian Society to study cross talk with my father and became my master, Mr. Yu. And he was admitted to the Art School, Perylene Film Performance Department."

("Pah, pah, pah, pah!" The audience applauded.)

Han Shao bowed and thanked him.

After the applause.

"But even so, we still talk about cross talk together." Dong Zhulin looked at Han Shao.

"Yes." Han Shao said.

Dong Zhulin said: "And everyone knows that I don't have many friends. In private, apart from these senior brothers, they are all from the same sect. Real good friends..."

"Just one." Dong Zhulin raised his index finger.

("Bah, bang, bang, bang!" The audience applauded.)

"I'm honored." Han Shao nodded.

"Don't say that." Dong Zhulin said.

Han Shaoxiao: "Didn't you say that I licked my face and talked about cross talk?"

("Hahahahahaha!!" "Ohhhhhhhh!!!")

"No, no! That's all a joke."

Dong Zhulin also laughed, and then spoke seriously to the audience: "Let's come back together today..."

He stepped back and clasped his fists: "I leave it to you all, please criticize us if we agree or disagree."

"That's right."

Han Shaoye spoke solemnly and stood in a row with Dong Zhulin and saluted: "Please give me more advice."

("Bah, bang, bang, bang!" Applause rang out again.)

The two of them straightened up, and Han Shao said: "I wasted a lot of time, expressing my enthusiasm and introducing myself. Let's have a good talk."

"Okay. Let's have a nice talk." Dong Zhulin said.

"Yes." Han Shao.

"I know everything about cross talk, but I pay attention to speaking, learning and singing." Dong Zhulin's tone increased.

"That's right." Han Shao.

Dong Zhulin looked at the audience and pointed at Han Shao: "Since we meet again today, let's discuss our respective majors."

"What major?" Han Shao.

"You graduated from the Performing Arts Department, right?" Dong Zhulin said.

"That's right." Han Shao.

Dong Zhulin said: "When it comes to learning to sing and sing, for our cross talk department it is performance. You must also know how to perform?"

"Then we are more professional." Han Shao said in a serious tone.

"Really?" Dong Zhulin was surprised.

Han Shao said: "You said learning to sing is one of the subjects, but in our performance department, our major is performance."

Dong Zhulin suddenly realized: "Then if you put it like that, you are just like us. You can fly in the sky, run on the ground, swim in the water, and jump in the grass?"

"Of course." Han Shao said confidently.

"Don't embarrass your Perynyings by talking nonsense." Dong Zhulin said to Han Shao.

"That's not possible." Han Shao waved his hand.

"I'm going to test you now!" Dong Zhulin said.

"Just come." Han Shao.

"You talk about flying in the sky, you learn one." Dong Zhulin thought for a while and pointed to the sky.

"What to study?" Han Shao.

"Haze." Dong Zhulin said.

"Fog..." Han Shao's tone was stagnant.

("Hahahahahaha!!" the audience laughed.)

"You can't learn this." Han Shao paused and spoke calmly.

"You just said that you can't pass the test if you come by casually. You can't learn this first one?" Dong Zhulin laughed.

"You can't learn while you're alive. When you die, throw my ashes away and show your true colors." Han Shao shook his head.

("Hahahahahaha!!" the audience laughed.)

Dong Zhulin also smiled and imitated Yang Guhu's movements, but Han Shao raised his hand and pushed him away.

"You can only imagine that there are people who learn about smog?!" He complained and looked at Dong Zhulin.

"Okay. Then let's change it." Dong Zhulin smiled.

"Change." Han Shao waved.

"It's running on the ground." Dong Zhulin pointed to the ground.

"Say." Han Shao.

"Tires!" Dong Zhulin looked at Han Shao.

Han Shao paused.

("Ha ha ha ha!!")

"I'm used to being a spare tire." Han Shao also smiled.

("Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!" "Bah ah ah~" The crowd was booing, especially the girls.)

"What spare tire?!"

Dong Zhulin raised his hand impatiently, and Han Shao also explained: "Just put it behind the car, you don't have to run by yourself."

"What's this mess?"

Dong Zhulin said: "Can you learn?"

"How can anyone learn about tires?! Why do you want to learn this thing?" Han Shao frowned.

"Can't you learn?" Dong Zhulin asked.

"Can't learn." Han Shao waved his hand.

"That one swims in the water." Dong Zhulin thought for a while and motioned to Han Shao.

"This is OK." Han Shao.

"Gutter oil." Dong Zhulin faced Han Shao.

"Gutter..." Han Shao.

("Hahahahaha!!")

"Da Lin, you have changed." Han Shao looked at Dong Zhulin depressedly.

("Hahahaha!!" The girl below couldn't stop laughing.)

"Why have I changed?" Dong Zhulin also laughed.

Han Shao was curious: "You dropped out of Shengtian Club to talk to your dad about cross talk and got confused? How do you get such a brain circuit?!"

"You're the one with the problem!"

Dong Zhulin raised his chin and nodded at him: "It's the problem with your brain circuitry!"

He tapped his fingers on the table: "Can I learn how to learn gutter oil?"

Han Shao shook his head: "I can't learn. I'm not that wet."

(“Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!” “Bah bah bah bah bah bah!” The following shouted loudly.)

Dong Zhulin smiled helplessly. Suddenly Han Shao innocently pointed to the audience and asked Dong Zhulin: "Why are they making noise?"

("Hahahaha!!" "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!")

"Okay, okay!!" Dong Zhulin stopped him quickly.

"Did I say something wrong?" Han Shao asked.

"Okay." Dong Zhulin waved his hand.

"Nowadays, we pay attention to green and environmentally friendly crosstalk. Try to say as little as possible." He said to Han Shao.

"That's because they came late. Two years ago, they heard the Shengtian Society cross talk and it was all bad." Han Shao nodded.

("Hahahaha!" "Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the audience cheered loudly, followed by warm applause.)

“Okay, okay!!”

Dong Zhulin spoke, but then he looked at Han Shao: "Actually, gutter oil is not wet either."

Han Shao smiled.

Dong Zhulin continued: "Gutter oil is oil, and the oil itself lubricates..."

"Hey?!"

This time it was Han Shao's turn to stop him: "That's it!!"

(“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” “Too dirty!!”)

The audience actually shouted out. But this is not a live broadcast, nor is it online. Most of them are adults, although more of them are girls, and there have been more dirty ones than this before.

Dong Zhulin smiled.

"You have earned enough money, but I am not popular yet. Don't say goodbye to the show today." Han Shao said.

"Didn't you say it first?" Dong Zhulin said.

(“Hahahahaha!” “Keep going and don’t stop!!” The audience laughed and some girls shouted.)

"You said you shouldn't stop?" Han Shao pointed down the field.

("Ha ha ha ha!")

"Then I'll continue!" Dong Zhulin rolled up his sleeves.

"Definitely!!"

Han Shao hurriedly stopped him and faced the audience: "Get off the stage and your dad will beat me to death again! Say I've led you astray!"

"You still know, you?!"

Dong Zhulin pointed at Han Shao: "This is the first time that someone who praises someone is more sexy than teasing someone."

("Oh oh oh oh oh~" "Dalin, you are a bad student!!" "Hahaha!")

Han Shao also tilted his head and laughed. It was obvious that this part was impromptu, and both of them were high. It was not Han Shao's fault. Later, it was Dong Zhulin who shook the lubricant. At least Han Shao knew the rules, but Dong Zhulin had already

He's famous, but he's still Dong Shenggang's son, so it doesn't matter if he's a bit high-spirited.

Backstage.

"What happened to them today? Are they so high?"

"What's up?"

All the brothers laughed.

Yue Chunmeng also teased Dong Shenggang: "Master, do you know that Dalin in your family has such a good talent?"

Dong Shenggang smiled and waved his hand and continued reading.

On stage.

"Can I learn or not?!" Dong Zhulin stopped laughing and shouted, tapping the table.

"I can't learn it. How can I learn about gutter oil?" Han Shao frowned.

"The last thing is jumping in the grass." Dong Zhulin nodded.

"Come here!!" Han Shao signaled.

"Jumping in the grass...the loyal football ball!" Dong Zhulin thought for a moment and pointed at Han Shao.

"..." Han Shao.

("Hahahahaha!!")

"Can I learn or not?" Dong Zhulin looked at Han Shao.

"You wait a moment."

Han Shao clasped his fingers and muttered: "Haze, tires, waste oil, football..."

Looking at Dong Zhulin: "Baby! This naughty little animal doesn't even count. (Tianjing dialect)"

("Hahahahahaha!!" "Bahhhhhhh!!!" "Hahahaha!")

There was also a video recording at the scene, which captured many of the audience leaning forward and backward.

"Dong Zhulin, are you having fun now? Ah? Master Shengtian?!" Han Shao turned sideways.

"No..." Dong Zhulin waved his hand.

"The contents of the disc can't limit you anymore?!" Han Shao asked.

("Ha ha ha ha!!")

"Can't you learn to blame me?" Dong Zhulin said.

"How did you find these four things?!" Han Shao frowned.

"Can't learn?" Dong Zhulin laughed.

"I can't learn these." Han Shao was helpless.

"You can learn from that." Dong Zhulin's tone increased.

"Imitate being deaf and pretending to be dumb." Looking at the audience.

"Of course these are serious performances." Han Shao nodded.

"Well."

Dong Zhulin said: "Then our partners will learn to gesture like a mute today."

"Okay." Han Shao.

"Then let me be the mute, how about you being the translator?" Dong Zhulin asked.

"No problem." Han Shao.

"Can you do it? Just this dumb language?" Dong Zhulin looked at Han Shao.

"You mean mute gestures? I've learned them before." Han Shao.

"Are you sure you have learned it this time? I don't understand." Dong Zhulin said.

"I've really learned it. If you don't believe me, try it." Han Shao.

"Then let me test you." Dong Zhulin.

"Come on." Han Shao.

"What does this mean?" Dong Zhulin pointed at Han Shao.

"This is you. It represents you." Han Shao also pointed at him.

"What about this one?" Dong Zhulin pointed to himself.

"This is me, it means it represents me." Han Shao also pointed at himself.

"Okay?" Dong Zhulin was surprised.

"What about this?" He put his arms around everyone and asked Han Shao.

"This means everyone." Han Shao said.

"It's really hard for you." Dong Zhulin was curious.

"These are too simple." Han Shao said.

"Then it seems I have to take out the one at the bottom of the box." Dong Zhulin thought for a while and faced Han Shao.

"Make it harder for you." Han Shao.

"Then you are optimistic about this." Dong Zhulin.

"Come here." Han Shao.

Dong Zhulin adjusted it, and then made a gesture enthusiastically.

First he pointed to his fingernails, and then compared two fingers. Then the thumb and index finger of his left hand spread apart as if holding a bottle, and his right hand pointed here with a smile.

"Guess this is..." Dong Zhulin reached out to Han Shao.

The audience was also curious, but some knew about it. But at the moment they just laughed and said nothing.

"This is..." Han Shao thought for a while.

"What does this mean?" Dong Zhulin smiled.

"I can't think of it." Han Shao said.

"Don't know?" Dong Zhulin asked.

"I don't know. What do you mean?" Han Shao looked at Dong Zhulin.

"Tell you what." Dong Zhulin faced the audience.

"You said." Han Shao waited.

Dong Zhulin compared again, this time with a voice.

"You have onychomycosis. One person infects two people. Ask me what to do. Use nail polish as soon as possible!"

("Hahahahaha!" the audience laughed.)

Han Shao also laughed: "Is this it?"

Dong Zhulin said: "You can't guess."

"I said."

Han Shao faced Dong Zhulin: "You first... stop being so beautiful."

Dong Zhulin was still squawking, but Han Shao stopped him.

"Your performance is too heavy-handed," Han Shao commented.

"Why are the marks so heavy?" Dong Zhulin was dissatisfied.

"Your fingernails were not fully grown when this advertisement was released." Han Shao complained.

("Hahahaha!!" the audience laughed.)

"You mean this advertisement is too old?" Dong Zhulin asked.

Han Shao said: "You, why don't you know more about the secrets than the secret oil collector?"

("Hahahahaha!!" "Oooohhhhhh!!" "Pah, pah, pah, pah!!!!")

The audience burst into laughter and booed.

Especially the disciples backstage were laughing so hard.

Yue Chunmeng said to Dong Shenggang: "Master, he is a little too courageous. Use this to kill him."

Dong Shenggang just laughed and ignored it. Actually, it wasn't much, but one of his apprentices used this to smash it.

On stage.

"Go, go, go~" Dong Zhulin pushed him.

"Really." Han Shao also laughed.

"Okay, okay."

Dong Zhulin interrupted: "I think this means you have no problem."

"I'm sure it's fine." Han Shao said.

"Then we are officially here." Dong Zhulin said.

"Come on." Han Shao answered.

"Let's formally talk about the plot." Dong Zhulin said.

"Is there any more plot?" Han Shao asked.

"Of course."

Dong Zhulin said: "The plot doesn't have to be too far away. It's just that we two met each other accidentally after many years apart when we were young, and then we chatted for a while."

Han Shao nodded: "The true character will appear."

"That's right, this time it's true." Dong Zhulin said.

"Come on then." Han Shao adjusted his sleeves.

"Then it's official." Dong Zhulin said.

"Okay." Han Shao answered.

"Pay attention," Dong Zhulin said.

"What are you looking at?" Han Shao asked.

"A mute has three kinds of straightness: straight eyes, straight heart, straight legs!" Dong Zhulin introduced.

"Yes, this is the characteristic of a mute." Han Shao agreed.

"Pay attention to my three straights in a moment. Pat your head and I'll start." Dong Zhulin pointed to the backstage.

"Get into character." Han Shao faced the audience.

"Here we come." Dong Zhulin walked towards the edge of the backstage.

"This is about to begin." Han Shao introduced to the audience while waiting.

Dong Zhulin clapped his head and strode towards Han Shao.

Han Shao smiled and was about to shake hands with him, but Dong Zhulin, so handsome and straight-legged, passed Han Shao and walked directly to the backstage on the other side.

("Hahahahahaha!!" The audience laughed. Others have also performed this section.)

But unexpectedly, Han Shao was stunned for a moment and looked at Dong Zhulin's back.

Then he solemnly thought about the audience and bowed, turned around and was about to leave the stage.

"return!!!"

Dong Zhulin subconsciously turned around and suddenly ran over to grab Han Shao who was about to reach the backstage.

("Hahahahahahaha!!" "Ohhhhhhhh!!!")

This section was really unexpected by the audience, because normally it is something to be praised and teased.

Sure enough, everyone in the backstage burst out laughing when they saw Han Shao walking over.

"Come back!!"

Dong Zhulin dragged Han Shao and pushed him behind the table: "Stand here!"

("Hahaha!!")

"Okay!"

Dong Zhulin said to the audience: "I have performed so many times, and this is the first time I have teased you!"

Han Shao just laughed.

"Are you going to do it or not?!" Dong Zhulin raised his head and lectured Han Shao.

"Are you going to do it?"

Han Shao asked back: "I've seen this cross talk, are you still waiting for me to stop you? Your class leader is gone. Why am I still busy here?"

He muttered to the audience: "It's not my business."

("Hahahahaha!!" "Yes!!!" "Good way!!")

Backstage, Dong Shenggang also laughed, joining his apprentice.

Dong Zhulin smiled and nodded: "Yes, I don't hesitate to meet such a gangster."

Han Shao pointed at him regardless: "I'm telling you Dong Zhulin, if you want to leave again, I'll clock out immediately."

He stretched out his hand to signal to the audience: "Look, if you leave the audience alone, who will be in a hurry then!"

("Hahahaha!" "Don't watch!" "Refund!!!" "Oh oh oh oh oh!")

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble!" Dong Zhulin hurriedly comforted the audience.

"Refund?! Refund!!!" Han Shao shouted instead.

("Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!" "Refund!!" "Ahhhhhh!!")

The audience was cheering and scratching.

"No, no, we can only go in and out of Shengtian Society," Dong Zhulin said.

("Ha ha!")

"It belongs to Pixiu, right?"

Han Shao pointed to the back: "I see a row of sports cars in the parking space behind the scenes!"

"Go, go!" Dong Zhulin dragged him.

Han Shao also smiled.

"No trouble." Dong Zhulin spoke after the scene calmed down.

"Show you the mute's three straights." Dong Zhulin faced Han Shao.

"Then you are too straight!!" Han Shao complained.

"You're going to die there again!!" Han Shao pointed to the side.

"Okay. Then I'll do it again." Dong Zhulin walked over again.

"Yes, please be softer." Han Shao said.

"Let's try this time." Dong Zhulin took a step forward.

As a result, I was immediately afraid of the ground, and then I started to crawl like maggots.

("Hahahahahaha!!")

Han Shao quickly helped him up and pulled him to the microphone, and thoughtfully patted him on his coat.

Looking at him with a smile: "You are really trying to flatter me, buddy."

("Ha ha ha ha!!")

Han Shao patted him: "I appreciate it, I really do."

("Oh oh oh.")

"Do you appreciate it?" Dong Zhulin also smiled.

"terrific."

Han Shao gave a thumbs up: "There's no need for this."

"Don't I want to be softer this time?" Dong Zhulin explained.

"You are too soft, like a maggot." Han Shao said.

"Is it too soft?" Dong Zhulin asked.

"Just be even and do it normally."

"Come normally?"

Dong Zhulin walked back again: "Okay, let's do it again."

This time it was normal. He walked directly from the backstage and Han Shao waved: "Hey, dumb~"

Dong Zhulin agreed: "Hey!"

"Go aside!" Han Shao pushed him away.

("Haha!" the audience laughs.)

"What's wrong?" Dong Zhulin was puzzled.

"Did the mute agree?" Han Shao asked.

"Ten are mute and nine are deaf. I can't speak and I can't hear generally." Dong Zhulin gestured.

"Then it's my fault." Han Shao nodded.

"You also have to make gestures." Dong Zhulin demanded.

"Okay." Han Shao agreed.

"Do it again." Dong Zhulin walked over again and then came over.

"Huh?" Han Shao pointed at him.

"Aba~" Dong Zhulin was already mute, and when he saw Han Shao, he pointed at him in confusion.

"Don't you remember me?" Han Shao gestured and spoke, finally translating to the audience.

"Aba Aba!!" Dong Zhulin pointed at Han Shao in surprise.

"Remember me?!" Han Shao also smiled.

Dong Zhulin clapped his hands and suddenly jumped directly onto Han Shao.

(“Ahhhhhhhhh!!” “Hahahahahaha!!” The audience burst into laughter, but it was not over yet.)

Han Shao instantly pulled Dong Zhulin off his body with a look of disgust on his face, and even kicked him with his leg.

("Hahahahahahaha!!" "Ahhhhhhhh!!")

Everyone backstage was also happy, especially Dong Shenggang and Yu Tian.

On stage.

Dong Zhulin staggered, stood up and came over: "What's wrong? What's wrong?!"

Han Shao pounced on him: "You still treat me as a mount!"

("Hahaha!")

"I'm telling you, Dong Zhulin and Shengtian Society are pampering you, but I'm not pampering you!!" Han Shao pointed at him.

"What's wrong?" Dong Zhulin laughed.

"If you do this again, do you believe that I will let you live in Tianjing and die in Tianjing?" Han Shao said.

("Hahahahaha!!" "Okay!!!" "Don't be spoiled!!" The audience cheered.)

"Aren't I just expressing my enthusiasm?" Dong Zhulin explained.

"No need for this." Han Shao frowned.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time." Dong Zhulin said.

"Are you kidding me? We haven't seen you for a long time? You're not even that enthusiastic about female celebrities." Han Shao said.

("Hahaha.")

"It's just that I grew up." Dong Zhulin defended with a smile.

"I'll tell you if you have a problem with your orientation!" Han Shao was unhappy.

("Hahaha!" "Miss!!" the audience cheered, especially the girls.)

"No, no. Then let's come back and don't want this." Dong Zhulin said.

"No need for these, just come directly." Han Shao waved.

Dong Zhulin walked again and came back again. This time the two met normally, with Dong Zhulin playing the role of a mute and gesticulating, while Han Shao spoke and translated for the audience while gesticulating.

"Brother-in-law?"

Suddenly Zhang Hai came over and called out. Dong Shenggang looked at him, got up and followed him.

Yu Tian also took a look and didn't think much about it. But after waiting for a long time, he found that he hadn't come back yet, so he got up and went to take a look.

"Is something wrong?"

In the lounge backstage, Yu Tian knocked on the door and entered, only to see Dong Shenggang sitting there.

"fine."

Dong Shenggang came back to his senses and looked at Yu Tian: "Boss Han won't read anymore."

Yu Tian was stunned: "What does this mean?"

Dong Shenggang was silent for a moment and then said: "I just said that I found a place to treat us to dinner."

Yu Tian was stunned: "That's not a bad thing."

Dong Shenggang stood up: "Let's talk about it after we finish."

Yu Tian didn't say much. He followed Dong Shenggang backstage and could directly see the performance location in front of him. Of course, the audience couldn't see it.

At this moment, "Learning the Mute" by Dong Zhulin and Han Shao is coming to an end.

It was Dong Zhulin who was doing the gestures, and Han Shao was translating.

And when you walk from the lounge to the front seat backstage, you can hear the audience laughing all the time. It should have a good effect.

Sit there and watch again.

On stage.

Drawing by Dong Zhulin, translated by Han Shao.

"My sister, what's wrong?" Han Shao asked.

Dong Zhulin gestured, one two and one six.

"You ask my sister whether she is twenty-six this year or not, she is twenty-seven." Han Shao said.

Dong Zhulin pointed at himself and made the twenty-four sign again.

"You said you were twenty-four?"

Dong Zhulin nodded happily.

"Who asked you?" Han Shao asked.

("Ha ha ha ha.")

Dong Zhulin made the gesture of three and suddenly said vaguely: "The female junior is holding a gold brick."

("Hahaha!!" "Oh oh oh oh oh~")

Han Shao also laughed: "You have to work hard to say it!"

("Ha ha!!")

"What a good guy, I want a female junior to hold a gold brick." Han Shao complained.

Dong Zhulin pointed at himself and looked at Han Shao very excitedly.

"Don't do this with me, what do you want to say?" Han Shao asked.

"You have long hair, have you gone out yet?"

"Staying at home, I don't usually like to go out. What's wrong?"

Dong Zhulin gestured with each other, looking very anxious.

Then he held Han Shao's hand and murmured: "Kneak, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick"

It sounds like a wedding march. In fact, everyone below understands it. Whether they have heard it or not, they all know that Dong Zhulin wants to marry sister Han Shao.

Of course, the joke would not be played like this. Han Shao still thought wrong.

"Okay, okay, okay, let's do a drama, right?" Han Shao pushed him away.

Dong Zhulin had been planning for a long time, but Han Shao just couldn't get it right. He waved his hands loudly, cried and made sounds and movements like a girl.

("Hahaha!!" "Oh oh oh oh oh~" "Dong Qianjin~")

Everyone off the court also called Dong Zhulin by his nickname.

"You want to die?"

Han Shao looked at Dong Zhulin: "Dong Yuxi calls you brother and sister?"

("Hahaha!" "Call me sister!!" "Miss~")

Dong Zhulin was unwilling to give in, picked up the handkerchief on the table and covered their heads, as if they were entering a bridal chamber.

"Don't do this."

Han Shao impatiently threw it away: "Isn't this still an opera? No, no."

Dong Zhulin touched his chin and thought carefully, then clapped his hands at the end and thought of a way.

He took out two fans. The first one pointed at Han Shao, and then he gestured to his long hair.

"My sister?" Han Shao understood.

Dong Zhulin nodded and held up another fan to compare with himself.

"Is this you? Then what?" Han Shao understood again.

Dong Zhulin placed two fans side by side on the table, and everyone in the audience and backstage held their breath.

"What does this mean?" Han Shao was confused.

Dong Zhulin folded a handkerchief and covered it on two fans. Han Shao and the audience watched carefully.

After everything was set up, Dong Zhulin put his hand on the edge of the table and suddenly pushed and shook it rhythmically.

"Get out!!" Han Shao shouted and pushed him away.

(“Hahahahahahaha!!” “Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”)

The audience burst into laughter, and so did the backstage. In this section, the baggage was thrown out, but the people below still had to catch it and shake it off.

Han Shao pushed Dong Zhulin away, picked up two fans with an unhappy look on his face, compared one of them to Dong Zhulin's and threw it on the ground.

("Ha ha ha ha!!")

Dong Zhulin picked it up and walked back with a smile. Han Shao pointed at his nose: "Dong Zhulin! There is no one like you!"

Dong Zhulin innocently spread his hands: "Abba~"

"Ah, your sister!"

Han Shao raised his hand to make a gesture, and Dong Zhulin ducked.

Han Shao said: "You are not picky! After riding, I will ride my sister again! You have a two-way plug?!"

("Hahahahaha!!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" "It's so dirty!!")

There were many screams in the audience, most of which were girls, and some were laughing and filming with their mobile phones.

So is the background.

Dong Zhulin compared himself with one word: "Cold."

"It's not enough for you to freeze to death. Are you being cold?" Han Shao was unhappy.

Dong Zhulin gestured.

"I understand what you mean, do you want to marry my sister?" Han Shao also understood.

Dong Zhulin clapped his hands and nodded happily, his eyes filled with expectation.

"I'm telling you mute, this won't work!" Han Shao objected.

Dong Zhulin gestured that he was holding the steering wheel.

"What's wrong? Do you have a car?"

Dong Zhulin's voice recovered a little: "car~"

"What a woolen car! No!" Han Shao was impatient.

Dong Zhulin once again compared himself to having a house.

"Have a room? No chance!"

Dong Zhulin rubbed his index finger and thumb: "money~"

"Money?! No, even if you have money, you won't agree."

Dong Zhulin became anxious and dragged Han Shao to ask for an explanation.

Han Shao pushed his hand away: "I'm telling you dumb, she doesn't want to get married, even if she gets married she still needs to find someone to talk to."

Dong Zhulin suddenly said: "I can speak."

Han Shao smiled: "Fuck you."

After speaking, the two bowed to the audience.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!" "Ahhhhhhh!!" "Bahhhhhhhh!!"

"Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap!"

There were huge cheers and cheers from the audience, especially when Hou Zhen had already stepped onto the stage to continue announcing the curtain, but the applause still continued.

It was hard to calm down.

Hou Zhen then spoke: "Next, please enjoy the cross talk, "Time Travel". The performers are Dong Shenggang and Yu Tian."

"Oh oh oh oh oh~"

The cheers and screams rang out again, just as before.

Dong Shenggang and Yu Tian walked up with their hands clasped and smiling.

Dong Zhulin and Han Shao, who walked backstage, accepted the praise and congratulations from their senior brothers.

At this moment, Han Shao responded politely and breathed a sigh of relief. He finally took it off, and it looked like the effect was pretty good. He subconsciously looked at the audience, but it was not the end yet, because after paying homage to the master and performing the master's ceremony, he had to endure not only two

The aura and pressure of a cross talk master requires more improvisation.

But Han Shao finally successfully won the part of "Learning the Mute". Teacher Dong's original purpose of choosing this paragraph, Han Shao, should be considered to have passed the test.
Chapter completed!