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Baochan sang "Honest Official Book" on the TV station, wearing the cloudy blue sleeves, and sang "Courtiers wait until it's colder at five o'clock, and the iron-armored general crosses Tianjin at night", with a green face, but a heroic spirit , It was a ray of light by the window in the middle of the night, and a drop of dew on the dead leaves of the lotus pond, which refreshed the director team who were used to listening to "ohbaby" and "checkitout".

The program was recorded and aired, and it was released on Star a week later. The Star Variety Show cut a 15-second trailer, and it was inserted in the commercial period from that night. Seven guests participated in the variety show, and Baozhan took three and a half seconds alone. He arrived the next day When I was in the theater building, even the concierge greeted me excitedly: "Bao Chu, I saw you on TV this morning!"

This is the influence of traditional media, good and bad, becoming a household name overnight, Baochan smiled shyly, went upstairs to her room, closed the door, and secretly looked at her mobile phone.

There has been a stir on the Internet. There is a 30-second video posted by the audience, which was watched more than 1 times in one night. In the shaking camera, Baochan’s flair is undiminished. It is a beauty that does not rely on any modern technology. , is the unique charm given to him by the art of Peking Opera.

There are tens of thousands of comments, most of which are "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" from fans. Baozhan hurriedly swipe past, looking for such a few phrases in the "rainbow fart" full of screens:

"I didn't watch Peking Opera before. I started to get in touch after I became a fan of Baobao. Big Tan II, Lost Space Slash, Red Maned Horse, and this official book, the more I listen to it, the more I like it. Thank you, Boss Bao, for letting me know another world. .”

"I remember listening to operas with my grandma when I was a child. I couldn't understand and kept making troubles. Now that I understand, grandma is gone. I will listen to operas well in the future, for the sake of the baby and for the sake of the grandma!"

"I'm also a Peking Opera actor, half-changed, hey, heaven and earth..."

"I hope to see more traditional art, which our young people like!"

"Support baby, support Beijing opera!"

Bao Chan looked at those words with red eyes, he knew that many of them were ridiculous praises, but even if they were unrealistic praises, even if there were only such a few words among the tens of thousands of comments, he still felt full of strength, and he could still move forward Go, step by step widen this narrow road.

After eating in the small cafeteria at noon, he was carrying a paper bag and was about to go to the Grand Hyatt for a meeting. As soon as he left the house, he heard a woman begging downstairs: "...let me in, I'm really a treasure. friend!"

"I said you can't come in," the concierge stopped, with a very polite attitude, "We have a membership system here, let alone you, even the big boss who drives a Mercedes-Benz, you won't be allowed in without a card."

During the dispute, there was the sound of a child crying. Baozhan walked down quickly, and at the sunny doorway, he saw a woman holding a child, with simple short hair, a faded denim skirt, and a few conspicuous stains on the fat T-shirt. It was a familiar face, but the dress was unfamiliar: "Sister Hong?"

The woman at the door turned her head and saw Bao Chu in a suit on the stairs, she didn't dare to recognize it: "Bao Chu..."

It's really her, I haven't seen her for more than half a year, she is old, or she has gone through vicissitudes, and she is as tired as a middle-aged woman. Baochan led her to the VIP room, poured water for her, teased the child in her arms and asked: "The family is fine?"

Sister Hong didn't hear it, she focused all her attention on the luxurious furnishings in the room, turned her eyes around, and murmured, "Ruyizhou... has become..."

Is it done? Baochan also looked at this room, the guests are all big bosses, and the people who come and go are all rich, but it seems that this should not be the criterion for judging the success or failure of Ruyizhou.

"I saw you on TV." Sister Hong took a sip of water and said excitedly, "You sing Kou Laoxier (1), 'A bright moon rises early'!"

Bao Chan nodded with a smile: "We moved not long after you left, how did you find it?"

"I went to Baishi Road first, and the troupe became a training center, so I called Xiaonong," Sister Hong said, feeling a little lonely, "He... didn't tell me much, and gave me this address."

"Don't think too much," Baochan explained, "something happened at his family recently."

"Oh," Sister Hong didn't feel relieved. She left Ruyizhou at the most difficult time and was the one who fell behind. "Even if he blames me, he should."

People live in this world, each has its own difficulties, Baochan changed the topic: "Children are so cute."

"Boy, born on New Year's Eve." Talking about the child, Sister Hong smiled, "It's too young to be carried out, but I'm really anxious to see you."

When she went out, no one at home took a look at the child for her, "Are you taking it alone?"

Sister Hong's expression was unnatural: "My husband...is married twice, and the child was awarded to him, and his mother has always taken care of it. She has no energy to take care of me, and my mother is not in good health..."

No wonder, she became what she is now. Baochan still remembers the day she left Ruyi Island, her slim back, so free and easy, he thought she was going to live a good life, but he didn't expect the good life to end, it was just the beginning of another trial .

"Bao Chu," Sister Hong pinched the water glass, "I'm in a hurry to find you, I have something to do..."

Baochan looked at her clothes, and the child was young, so she thought she was short of money. There was 80 million in cash in the safe upstairs, but it was inconvenient to get it right now, so she opened Alipay: "Sister Hong, you were in a hurry at that time. Li still owes you three months of living expenses, and it has dragged on for so long, so don't blame me..."

"Bao Chu," Sister Hong raised her eyebrows, revealing her aggressiveness, "What are you talking about, I, Wan Shanhong, came to see you with my baby in my arms, just for money?"

Baozhan blushed blushingly, the transfer interface was on the phone, and the amount of money had already been typed up, [-] yuan. Sister Hong grabbed his hand and turned the screen over: "If you think about money even a little bit, I'll put it upside down." Write!"

Bao Chan pursed her lips in shame, she hadn't changed, she was still the crisp and sharp Hong sister in the past, a weak girl, but she was never underestimated.

"I regret it," Sister Hong simply said at this point, "I don't want to somersault, I don't want to spend a spear, I... still want to sing."

Baochan was surprised, looking at her yellow face tortured by breastfeeding and sleep deprivation.

"In the past, I thought that a woman must have a home to live and have children. I still thought so when I changed my son's diaper this morning," said Sister Hong with a smile, "until I saw you on TV."

The graceful and majestic treasures, the sonorous and graceful treasures.

"When I saw you and heard that part of pornography, my heart jumped again." Sister Hong shook the baby in her arms, "To put it mildly, you have to think about when a person has arrived."

Ideals, careers, values, women are no exception.

"I can take care of my son well, and I can sing well in plays," Sister Hong said firmly, with the courage to take a step forward and never look back, "I'm afraid you don't want me."

Baochan didn't respond right away, but asked, "Have you discussed it with your family?"

"I'll do it for them." Sister Hong held her head up, as if she would mount a knife as soon as Bao Chan gave an order, "I don't belong to anyone, I am myself."

Baochan was touched by her words. She is a virtuous wife and a hardworking mother, but first of all, she is herself: "Okay," he said, "You don't forget Ruyizhou, and Ruyizhou will not let you down." .”

Sister Hong was overjoyed and thanked her non-stop. Baochan patted her on the shoulder and sent her 2 yuan as a gift for the child. Then she took her to see the theater, led her to the Maybach, and saw her off in person. go home.

From Sister Hong's house, Baozhan goes to Grand Hyatt, it will be at two o'clock in the afternoon, in order to facilitate the guests to rest, the program team arranges rooms for everyone, on the way Baozhan also sends a text message to Wen Jiu: Where are you?

Reply over there: 2318

There is also a string of letters sent together: dashaibi99.

Bao Chan frowned, copied and pasted it to WeChat, and sure enough, it was a user who used a mosaic color block as his avatar, and the id was all to blame.

When we arrived at the hotel, Baozhan went directly to the 23rd floor. After a ding, the elevator door opened. It was a coincidence that outside the door was Little W who was about to go downstairs: "Brother Bao?" She wondered, "Aren't you on the 22nd floor?"

She remembered the room number of each guest, and Baochen paused: "I... came up to find a friend."

"Oh," Xiao W smiled, she was still wearing sunglasses in such a dark room, "see you later."

Baochan nodded and crossed with her, walked along the corridor, found 2318, and pressed the doorbell.

WeChat rang: Arrived?

Baozhan replied: Open the door.

The door slammed open, Wen Jiu was also standing there wrapped in a bath towel, rubbing his hair with the towel, Bao Chan avoided his wet muscles: "The meeting will start soon, what are you taking a shower for?"

Wen Jiu also turned around and entered the room, "Believe me, the meeting won't be held until four o'clock."

"Ah?" Baochan was dumbfounded, he was still in a hurry to go home to see Kuangzheng.

"This group of people." Wen Jiu also threw the towel on the bed, leaned against the corner of the table and lit a cigarette, "If they are all so punctual, the show crew will give us a room when they are full?"

Baozhan's face was downcast, and he closed the door with his hand back.

"What?" Wen Jiu also flipped on the lighter, "Is anyone waiting?"

Baochan didn't answer, but handed over the paper bag.

Wen Jiu was also puffing smoke, and took out a gift box from inside, with the pink chicken silhouette logo in the middle, opened it with one hand, and there was a pair of beautiful garnet cufflinks.

"Artist collaboration, limited worldwide, number 001," Baochan muttered, a little stuck, "Thank you for bringing me on the show..."

Wen Jiu also snapped the box shut, and threw it back: "No."

Bao Chan was stunned: "Why?"

Wen Jiu was also not polite at all: "I have a grudge against this chicken."

He went straight, and Baochan didn't see him, and threw the gift box back: "I don't want you to give it to others, anyway, I brought it."

This kid was quite stubborn, Wen Jiu smacked his lips too.

The room was full of smoke, and the curtains were still drawn. "You're not afraid of smoking your throat," Bao Chan babbled, and went to lift the curtain to open the window. "The nicotine is all inhaled in the lungs."

"The king of singers, the queen of songs, who doesn't smoke," Wen Jiu lazily followed, "You don't smoke?"

"No." Baochan pushed open the window.

Wen Jiu also held down his hand that pulled the curtain: "You really don't smoke?"

"what?"

Wen Jiu also laughed, "It's not manly."

These words hit Baochan's sore spot. He and Kuang Zheng were together, either being pressed or pressed, always feeling a bit like a girl: "Where...what is missing?"

"Just one puff and you won't be short." Wen Jiu also handed over the cigarette, he's almost exhausted, only a butt is left.

"No." Baochan thought he was dirty and hid back.

"Take a bite!" Wen Jiu also teased him, the two got closer, Bao Chan saw the pimple marks on his face, "Your skin is so rough."

Wen Jiu didn't take it seriously either: "Is it okay to wear makeup when you're a teenager?"

"I also put on makeup when I was a teenager, not like you."

Wen Jiu also looked at him: "Aren't you wearing foundation, compared to me without makeup?"

"No paint," Baochan brought his face closer to his eyes, "I don't usually paint that stuff."

Wen Jiu didn't believe it either, pinched his face and wrung it, then twirled his fingers: "Fuck, what cosmetics do you guys use in operas, with skin care functions?"

Baochan was pinched by him, so he gave him a kick and walked out. When he reached the door, there was a buzz on WeChat, and it was the guy behind him who sent a song.

"You guys have a really good singing voice, and your words are too heavy." Wen Jiu also smoked a cigarette, and closed the curtains again: "Send your Cantonese song to listen to, and feel the feeling of lingering between people's lips and teeth."

The title of the song is "Kiss Everywhere". Baochan clicked on the favorite, opened the door and walked out: "Thank you."

(1) Kou Laoxier: Kou Zhun, the main character in "The Book of Honest Officials".