narrow red

When Shi Kuoting came home, he took out the key to open the door, the muscles in his right hand trembled a little, and he couldn't align the keyhole for a long time, probably because he had made too much effort with Kuang Zheng, and the old wounds on his wrist and tiger's mouth were injured.

He opened the door with his left hand, and as soon as he entered the room, he heard the loud cry of the baby.

This child has a good voice, like a trumpet, which makes people's eardrums hurt. After listening to it for a long time, his brain hurts. In the end, even his nerves hurt. He shook his hands and took off the army hook: "Hey, why are you crying like this again?"

"Hmm..." The child was crying so hard that Ying Xiaonong actually fell asleep, with his mouth open and his eyes wide open, "You're always back, hurry up and get your daughter Take it!"

He looked disgusted, but held the little zongzi tightly.

Shi Kuoting sighed, rubbed his face, and sat down next to him.

The two of them have been tortured by this child recently, and their tempers are very violent, otherwise Shi Kuoting would not have strangled Kuangzheng's neck on impulse: "I have such a character," he said with a dark face, "I really need to change it, and it will soon be three There are ten people."

"Yo," Ying Xiaonong twitched his eyes, showing a little smile, "What else do you know?"

"Don't hold a gun with me." Shi Kuoting cheered up and carried the child over, "Come on, girl, let Dad see."

When Ying Xiaonong heard the word "Dad", she couldn't bear it: "Are you disgusting?"

"I said," Shi Kuoting looked at the baby's small face emerging from the swaddle, with big palms and abnormal flushing, "Why is her face like this?"

"Cry," Ying Xiaonong rubbed his temples with his legs crossed, and glanced at the child, "I'm so tired of crying all day long."

"There must be a reason for her to cry." Shi Kuoting stroked the soft hair of the child, which was wet, and touched the three layers of swaddling clothes inside and outside, "I'm going, it's all sweat!"

Ying Xiaonong's heart tightened, but the person who was forced to take care of the cub couldn't collapse, he sat there without moving, watching Kuo Ting lift off the quilt layer by layer, revealing the red and soft little body inside , chubby, sweating a lot.

"You're heating up Xiaobao!" Shi Kuoting complained.

Ying Xiaonong didn't like to hear this, so he turned his leg and kicked him: "What do you mean I'm hot, you lie next to my ear every day and say that your daughter's hands are cold and feet are cold, so I wrapped it up, how can you turn around and put it on?" Push the pot on my head!"

"Look at this sweat." Shi Kuoting didn't blame him, but felt distressed seeing such a young child suffer, "There will be prickly heat again in the winter."

The child was free of restraints and cooled off. She leaned on Shi Kuoting's shoulders and shook her head. She has a pair of very beautiful big eyes, which haven't grown yet, but shallow double eyelids can be seen, her mouth is tightly pursed, and her chubby hands are If you catch and catch, you should laugh.

No one would be soft-hearted towards such a cute child, but Ying Xiaonong can resist and ignore her.

"What..." The child is too young to speak, but he can utter some syllables vaguely, which sounds like "Mom", "What..."

"Hey, don't bark," Ying Xiaonong stared at her immediately, and pointed at her mouth ferociously, "Dare to bark, I'll open your ass when your father isn't here tomorrow!"

"Hmm..." The child blinked his thick long eyelashes, stared at Ying Xiaonong's fingers, the chubby hand grabbed both sides, and hugged Gagaxiao.

"Shi Kuo Ting..." Ying Xiaonong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't tell me your daughter is out of her mind?"

"There is something wrong with your brain." The child just went to the hospital for an examination two days ago and is very healthy, probably because she is a girl and was abandoned by the family. Shi Kuoting held her little arm and swung it up and down, "Xiao Bao Look clearly, this handsome man is your father, don't kiss everyone."

Ying Xiaonong couldn't stand it anymore: "Hey, don't bump her."

"You don't care," Shi Kuoting became more and more excited, "My daughter likes to be exciting, look how happy she is."

The child blinked his big eyes, and the whole baby was stunned, obviously in a daze, Shi Kuoting was still wavering, and lifted her to the top of his head, and in just a moment, the child opened his mouth, and a white sticky Liquid came out of his mouth and splashed on his face.

"Fuck!" Ying Xiaonong jumped up from the sofa, "You idiot, spit milk!"

Shi Kuoting maintained the posture of raising the child, and sat there blankly, Ying Xiaonong grabbed the rag on the table and wiped his face: "Send the child to the orphanage as soon as possible," he muttered while frowning , "If you take it any longer, either we will ruin her to death, or she will ruin us to death!"

Shi Kuoting, wearing a "scent" of milk, gently patted the child's little butt wrapped in diapers: "Send it to the orphanage, Xiaobao will have no father," he grabbed Ying Xiaonong's hand that was wiped over, and used Said in a gentle tone that has never been seen before, "We can't give her anything else. A home and a love are still okay, although it may be... a bit chaotic."

Ying Xiaonong looked at him very close, and he always felt that this guy was reckless, impulsive, and stubborn, but at this moment, he saw something broad in him, "Give Xiaobao a home", "Let Xiaobao Xiaobao gets love", this is the simplest warmth, and it is also the heaviest commitment of a man.

"Let's talk later," Ying Xiaonong held the child from his arms with a straight face, "you wash it off quickly."

Shi Kuoting laughed, laughed out of the handsome guy's small wine pit in the alley, made a face at Xiaobao, and obediently went to the bathroom, when Baochan's phone call came in, Ying Xiaonong answered while coaxing the child: "Hi, Baochu. "

"Xiao Nong," said Baochan, who was a little noisy with hip-hop-style music, "tomorrow you and senior brother come to the theater, and we have a meeting a year ago."

"Understood," Ying Xiaonong took the child's chest and burped her, "Let's take Xiaobao there."

"Little Treasure..." Baozhan seemed to be calling himself at first glance.

"From Shi Kuo Ting," Ying Xiaonong scratched the child's soft face, "Shi Xiaobao."

"You..." Raising children is not a trivial matter, Baochan asked, "Have you thought about it?"

"When I was old, I was determined after eating the weight," Ying Xiaonong said in a helpless tone, as if the boss was unwilling, "I have persuaded everything that should be persuaded, so let's do it first."

Bao Chan understands him, what this kid doesn't want to do, ten hours of Kuoting can't do it, this is a tacit consent, and he is still stubborn here: "Then I want to be Xiao Bao's godfather, the kind that kowtows and holds a banquet. "

Xiaobao hugged Ying Xiaonong's neck and gnawed at his ears like a pug, "You can't be a godfather for nothing," Ying Xiaonong let her gnaw unrequitedly, "I will send Xiaobao to you in two days Go home, choking on milk, spitting out milk, changing the baby, and piercing the ears with the 24-hour magic sound, you and Kuang will also experience it!"

Baochan hung up the phone with a smile, and handed a cup of milk tea in front of him. It was the blue sky with smoky gray nails, and his neat short hair flicked, and sat down beside him.

"Thank you, Mr. Lan." Baozhan was very polite.

This is the corridor of the production company under Yangyang Entertainment, and the sound of music comes from the recording studio in front.

"Call me Sister Lan." Lan Tian was straightforward and capable.

The milk tea cup was very warm, Baochan held it with both hands and nodded.

"You boy," Lan Tian chuckled, "it hasn't changed much."

hasn't changed?Baochan looked at his wool suit and the silver buttons on the cuffs inlaid with natural meteorites, he was completely different from the poor boy who handed out leaflets on the pedestrian street last year.

"The car is a Maybach, and the watch is Vacheron Constantin, all famous brands." Lan Tian glanced at him, "But people are still the same, so stupid."

Baochan hadn't heard such a straightforward truth for a long time, and smiled shyly: "The car is not mine, nor is the watch..."

"You're like this," Lan Tian interrupted him, "you can't get along in this circle."

Baochan suppressed her smile and looked at her seriously.

Lan Tian was born in a star business, and the handsome men and beautiful women she played with in her hands had at least one enhanced company. She could see through Bao Chan's sincere and honest character at a glance: "You are not suitable for this line of work."

Baochan knew it, but in order to go out from that small theater in the city center and bring Peking Opera to more audiences, he had to make a sacrifice and break through himself.

"In this building, no matter the trainees or the idols who have already debuted," Lan Tian said, "they are all younger than you, and more importantly, they have more desires than you."

"desire?"

"Red, make a lot of money and stand out," Lan Tian raised his chin and looked at him from the tip of his nose, "What do you lack?"

Not missing anything, Baozhan let go of the milk tea cup and said solemnly: "I am not on this road for myself, but to promote the art of Peking Opera."

"Heh," Lan Tian just smiled, "China's entertainment industry is very tolerant, even to the point of hiding evil and evil people. All the monsters and monsters in the street can get a meal, but Peking Opera," she said bluntly, "is useless."

Bao Chan frowned: "Sister Lan..."

Lan Tian waved his hand: "First, you have to know that there are two kinds of people in this world, one kind of people like or will like Peking Opera sooner or later, and the other kind of people will not like even if they are killed, like me, I heard gongs and drums It's annoying."

Baochan didn't expect her to be so direct, and looked at her with a frown.

"Second, you have to believe that the vast majority of people in this world are people like me, don't have unrealistic fantasies."

Baochan has no illusions. He knew that Peking Opera was in a difficult situation, otherwise Ruyizhou would not have had a bleak decade, and he would not have to go his own way to destroy the old and create the new.

"If you want to launch a Peking Opera troupe, give me a selling point," Lan Tian said, "What kind of capital do you have? Are you a professional theater troupe? No, how many national first-class actors are there? No, in other words, you are a troupe." You guys are marginal people who are not recognized by the system at all, and you are useless when measured by the yardstick of 'artists'."

Bao Chan was speechless, even his cheeks were slightly flushed, he was used to being praised by Han Wenshan's gang of bigwigs, he was almost lost in the glitz of the wealth circle, and today he was hit by Lan Tian, ​​and he realized soberly that Ruyi Zhou really can't shrink back like this, it's time to let go and break through.

"If you want to follow my path, Boss Bao, first let yourself go from the 'art'." Lan Tian said coldly, but it was true. "Remember, the core of the entertainment industry is always to please the public."

It doesn't matter whether it's Beijing opera or opera, electronic music or rap, if you want to survive, you need an audience, Lierbao recognized this, he clenched his palms and nodded with difficulty.

"Okay," Lan Tian finally expressed his thoughts, "Compared to the Beijing opera troupe, I prefer to position Ruyizhou as a new national style troupe, with Chinese style as the fetus and opera accent as the soul. The entertainment circle set off a handful of bright fireworks, blowing up all kinds of meat and eight vegetables!"