The old man pointed at Meng Jingyuan, “Grandson, hurry up, I’m serious.” “Grandpa, you can’t handle going up to perform!” Meng Jingyuan said, torn between laughter and tears. The old man said mysteriously, “I’ve asked the doctor. For a heavy sketch, I can still manage as the supporting role.” However, being a supporting role requires full concentration; otherwise, if the timing is off, the leading role’s lines would end up dropping. Seeing that the old man wasn’t joking, Meng Jingyuan stammered, “So… did you ask Jesse to measure your role… which program are you planning to perform…” He couldn’t understand why the old man would have such an idea. After all these years, even though he, as a grandson, had important performances, the old man never mentioned going on stage to support. “Why are you panicking? I told you I asked the doctor. Can I get too excited about going on stage? I’ve thought through all the roles.” Meng Jingyuan looked at Qi Shejiang and said, “Jesse, I’ll perform with you, do you welcome it?” Qi Shejiang was still a bit confused; he never expected he would be able to collaborate with his junior again.
Three parts of humor and seven parts of support, seniors supported juniors, and the skilled supported the less skilled. Now the roles would be reversed. “If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as you agree,” the old man said with a serious demeanor. “You can promote it as ‘this artist might say goodbye to the stage at any moment, don’t miss this limited spectacular viewing.’” Meng Jingyuan was about to cry, “Old man, can you please stop trying to be funny at this time?”
