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Baochan entered the backstage through the lower stage door. The stage was small, and the backstage was also very shabby. It was not a big room, and there were two or three chairs. He sat down on one of them in a daze.

The commotion outside could still be heard, as if they were laughing at him for forgetting his words on the spot and embarrassing himself on such a small stage.

As soon as he sat down, the curtain of the exit door was hurriedly lifted, Ying Xiaonong walked in, and stood in front of him softly: "What's wrong with you?"

Baochan didn't have the face to see him, drooped his head, and didn't speak.

Ying Xiaonong had already discovered that something was wrong with him, and for the past two days he has been in a state of disorientation, biting his lips from time to time, making it red and swollen.

He knelt down in front of Baochan, thinking about it, and still asked: "It's Kuang...what are you doing?"

Baochan visibly trembled, raised his head in surprise, and looked at him in horror. He could tell whether others were also... Baochan covered his mouth guiltily, and shook his head quickly.

That flustered look, like a child who has done something wrong, Ying Xiaonong felt distressed, "You..." He shouldn't ask about Baochan's personal affairs, but at this point, he has to ask, "He...isn't hurt. with you?"

Hurt?Baochan didn't understand what he meant, he twisted his hands tightly together and put them on his knees: "Injury... what?"

Ying Xiaonong heaved a sigh of relief, pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him: "The one whose surname is Kuang has a conscience."

Suddenly, Baochan remembered the little video on Hot Wheels, Ying Xiaonong openly admitted to the camera "male-male couple", he knew this: "Xiao Nong, don't tell others," he pressed his voice , like a deadly thunderbolt on his head, ready to strike at any moment, "Don't tell anyone, don't tell Senior Brother!"

"Don't worry," Ying Xiaonong grabbed his hand and shook it, "Can you still sing? Let's go back and get our reputation back."

He was right, he got up wherever he fell down, but Baochan was terrified and lost his mind: "I can't open my mouth." He was never so frustrated, "Let me rest."

Ying Xiaonong frowned, Baochan is the pillar of their Ruyizhou, if he collapses, everything will be over.

At this moment, Baochan felt relaxed. When a person is holding back, a kiss is worth a thousand gold, but once he said it, it was as light as a feather: "Xiao Nong," he had an untimely impulse to bury it in his heart. It took a long time to tell the whole story, "I am sincere, I like him..."

Swish, the exit door opened from the outside, so Xiaojing, wearing a down jacket, flung a piece of paper: "I said, the voting results are out," she also pulled up a chair, and sat next to Ying Xiaonong, "Look?"

Ying Xiaonong thinks that she came at an untimely time, so he winks at her all the time.

"Blink why?" She slapped the piece of paper on his chest fiercely, "You come first."

Ying Xiaonong didn't care about the result of the competition at all, so he put a ball of paper into his pocket.

"I'm second," Duo Xiaojing leaned slightly, looking directly at Baochan, "and then Leizi, he has a bit of a mass base, and the little girl in your group is fourth," she didn't say anything after that, obviously because Baochan Save face, "Our two families have a tie."

Tie, Baozhan smiled wryly, Duo Xiaojing leniently said: "Thank you."

The three people sitting opposite each other did not speak. After a while, Duo Xiaojing sent Ying Xiaonong: "Go out."

Ying Xiaonong raised his eyebrows suddenly, Baochan had never spoken to him in such a tone for so many years, he stood up abruptly, stared at Duo Xiaojing for a while, turned and left with his eyes rolled.

In the small backstage, the two old students were both enemies and friends. Duo Xiaojing raised her legs and said lightly: "The one who is sloppy is easy to break, and the one who is bright is easy to be dirty."

Thinner and taller things are easier to break, and whiter things are more likely to be polluted, and the same is true for people. She said straightforwardly: "It may not be a bad thing for you to miss today."

She could see that Baochen was a thin, tall, clean and white thing, he had a good voice, and he had full confidence in his plays, because he had never been questioned about his skills.

"I... take the show as my life," Baochan said from the heart of the two of them in the small room, "Today I strangled my own neck."

"Take the show as your life," Duo Xiaojing smacked the word, and smiled, "How miserable we have to be, to take the show as your life."

There was self-deprecation and helplessness in her tone, but Baochan noticed that she said "we", and she was also a person who took the show to her own life, so she was angry that Zhang Lei went to Ruyizhou to "walk the hole", and for a After a hasty competition, they tried their best. They are exactly the same people.

"When I first came on stage," she recalled, she couldn't help feeling emotional, "I stood there for 5 minutes without opening my mouth."

Bao Chan froze for a moment and raised his eyes.

"Really," Duo Xiaojing hooked the corners of her mouth, as if smiling, but also as if about to cry, "The luthiers have all stopped."

Baochan stared at her in disbelief.

"Because I was about to go on stage, someone backstage made sarcastic remarks," her voice trembled a little at this point, "he said... what are the old men singing about women, the voice of a chicken is like that of a tiger, is there no man in the city troupe?"

This is blatant discrimination, and Bao Chan's eyes widened. While boys are being despised and despised, girls are facing a bumpy road.

"Didn't I come here too?" Things have changed, and Duo Xiaojing has been able to deal with it calmly, "What is the reason? With this voice, they will be beyond their reach. Shut up."

Here and now, Baochan understands that no one's seven years are easy. In these seven years, she has worked hard to support herself in Ruyizhou, while Duo Xiaojing struggled to gain recognition in the orthodox Peking Opera circle. She also "峣峣" , She has also been "clear and bright", and she has developed a fiery temper today.

She can't do without being popular. It's not easy for a woman to be the "leading actor" in the city troupe.

"The voice is given by God," Duo Xiaojing said calmly, "The spirit is earned by myself, Captain Bao," she called him for the first time, "I'll wait for you, welcome back anytime to crush this stage."

She has an aura in her body, which is different from men, and there is a gentleness unique to women in the bony part, which Baochan admires from the bottom of his heart. He stood up and bowed solemnly: "I will be back," then, arched his hands, " Come back and meet friends."

Duo Xiaojing didn't send him off, but just gathered up the down jacket and nodded.

Baochan walked towards the exit, and stopped in front of the door: "Teacher Duo," he thought for a while, and sincerely invited, "Our Ruyizhou has performances every week, and you and the teachers from the City Theater Troupe are welcome to come and play. "

Come to play, a word that is neither light nor heavy, makes people comfortable, so small but unexpected, no matter how beautiful Ruyizhou is, it is still a small theater troupe, Baochan is an old student, dare to ask her to "choke", isn't it General temperament.

"Okay," she got up now, and said with a smile, "wait for me."

Without saying goodbye or shaking hands, Baochan came out from the backstage, and everyone from Ruyizhou immediately surrounded him, crowding around him, as if they were afraid that the small stage would hurt him.

Walking out of the theatre, the sun was just right outside, shining brightly on the snow, Baochan squinted his eyes and walked forward. Today's play was lost, but he got something else.

He has always had a strong interest in the city troupe, and Ruyizhou is slowly getting better. This momentum has not passed. Zhang Lei condescended to come to Ruyizhou to play in the play, and he did not go there until Xiaojing said something just now. Only then did he truly realize his own narrowness—in those hard times in the past, he firmly remembered the arrogance of the city theater troupe and its contempt for Xiao Nong, relying on this little bit of hazy hatred, he gritted his teeth and persisted until now.

But the City Troupe and Ruyizhou are never enemies. On the contrary, they are partners fighting side by side. Although they are different, they have a common goal, which is to stick to the tradition and promote the quintessence of the country.

Just because of these eight characters, Baochan should put everything down.

Back in Ruyizhou, he called Xiao Hao. He was tired and wanted to go home. When he got in the car, Xiao Hao said that Kuang Zheng had already gone back and was waiting for him at home.Bao Chan blinked slightly, unable to explain this feeling, impatient to see him, yet afraid to see him, a person seemed to be torn into several pieces, each piece was dominated by Kuang Zheng.

These two days they were very good, eating together and going to work together, exercising together and watching TV together, neither of them crossed the threshold, it seemed that they all forgot the kiss, and carefully maintained the good life of the two brothers.

When he got home and opened the door, he saw Kuangzheng cooking by the stove, Baochan was startled: "Brother," he threw down his coat and ran over, "Did you break anything?"

Just as Kuang Zheng hung up the phone, he turned his back slightly, deleted Ying Xiaonong's number from the call log, and switched back: "Your brother is working so hard here to stew bird's nest for you, where are you worried about the dishes?"

Baozhan took the blame and muttered, "I'll just ask..." He noticed that Kuangzheng was still wearing his work shirt, and he must have started working as soon as he got home, "Brother, are you tired?"

"Not tired," Kuangzheng knew what he had just experienced, felt distressed and blamed himself, "The authentic Malaysian dragon head Tianzhan, the beginning of the rainy season, I will cook you a cup every week from now on."

Baochan was standing next to him, and could smell the faint scent of perfume on his body, a little warm and astringent, which made him want to get close to him, and pressed his forehead to it, but he didn't dare, only dared to reach out secretly, and traced The pattern on his shirt.

"Okay," Kuang Zheng turned off the fire, and picked up the stew pot with heat-resistant gloves, "Where to eat, the dining table or the TV?"

Baochan withdrew his hand abruptly: "TV."

Kuangzheng put the stew pot on the coffee table, turned to turn on the TV, Baochan was in the kitchen to get two spoons, he pursed his lips and thought about it, and only took one for himself.

There is a documentary channel on TV, which Kuang Zheng likes to watch. It is showing bees pollinating the styles of female flowers. He takes the spoon from Baochan, stirs the clear soup, and feeds him a spoonful.

Bao Chan opened his mouth to take it, but he couldn't taste anything except the sweetness of rock sugar, he lowered his eyes, slowly licked the iron spoon with his lips and tongue, then pushed the spoon back, and said shyly, "Brother, you... eat it too. "

Kuang Zheng could see through his clumsy little movements at a glance, but he held the spoon and didn't move: "I won't eat it," he slipped his Adam's apple, and said accidentally, "Only pregnant women eat this."

When Baochan heard it, her face blushed, "Give me what the pregnant woman eats!"

Kuangzheng came to his senses, grabbed his hand and shook it: "You are tired from singing, so I have to treasure you like a pregnant woman."

Poor rhetoric, but Baochan’s heart tightened, it felt like a bug was biting it, he didn’t know if it was pain or itching, he liked this person so much, but he didn’t know how to pursue him, even though Kuang Zheng was not a man, he was a successful man Labels such as being a woman, graduating from a prestigious school, and president of a bank are also enough to frighten him.

Baochan doesn't know how to fall in love, besides silently being kind to this person, he can't think of any shining points in himself that can keep Kuangzheng's heart.