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The city theater troupe's report performance was at 07:30 on Saturday night. There was no publicity beforehand, and Baozhan only posted a short Weibo. It was originally a niche performance, but the tickets were sold out within 3 minutes after they went on sale. In the second-hand market, the price of tickets in the first few rows of pool seats even soared to [-].

On the day of the performance, the fountain square outside the Grand Theater was crowded with scalpers and fans from all over the country, and a support wall made of flowers and balloons formed a long queue around the flower beds of the square.

This night is very meaningful to Ruyizhou. Ying Xiaonong came back from Xishan, wearing a pair of pink and blue embroidered rose pleats, silk flowers, rhinestones, and emerald butterflies on his head, sitting in the dressing room of the Grand Theatre, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking?" Someone came from behind, "My aunt."

Ying Xiaonong looked back, it was Shi Kuo Ting, wearing a grand double-breasted black suit with lapel collar and navy blue bow tie, he lifted his long legs and sat down on the sofa chair.

"Yo," Ying Xiaonong raised his eyebrows, "Chairman Shi."

Since Shi Kuoting became the chairman, his attire has changed, his hair has grown a bit, and he has been scratched with jelly to make him look like a dog. Laughing out of a small wine pit: "Is the family affairs settled?"

"That's right," Ying Xiaonong rubbed her rouge eyelashes and drooped, "Equity is divided equally, the third house takes the majority of the property, and the second child is at the helm temporarily, so it can be stable for a while."

Shi Kuoting knew that it was not easy for him, his father left, his brothers were at odds, and the group split up. He must have saved his life to maintain the current situation.

"Then you won't be rich anymore?" Shi Kuoting teased him, "I have to seize the opportunity to get close!"

"Get lost." Ying Xiaonong smiled slightly.

Shi Kuoting moved, and moved towards him: "I'll make a bowl of instant noodles for you when I get home tonight, and I'll make you a set of Shi's unique home-cooked chicken, so that you can feel the enthusiasm of my buddies!"

"Get away," Ying Xiaonong looked at him coquettishly, "why don't you go downstairs to pick up the guests if you're dressed so coquettishly?"

There are [-] seats in the first row of the pool seat, half of which are reserved for the Municipal Theater Troupe, and half for the VIPs of Ruyizhou and Wanrong Zhenhui. It stands to reason that Shi Kuoting, the double chairman of the club and the foundation, should be there to accompany him.

"Bao Chan and Kuang Zheng are socializing," Shi Kuoting patted his thigh, smiling playfully, "I'll accompany you."

"Hey, where's Xiaobao?" Ying Xiaonong remembered, "You accompany me, who will take care of the child?"

Shi Kuoting straightened the silk flowers on his temples for him: "Let Sister Hong look at it for a while."

"Sister Hong?" Ying Xiaonong didn't know about Wan Shanhong's return to the team yet.

Shi Kuoting nodded: "She's back. I wanted to play "The Story of the Bamboo Forest" tonight, but Baochan was afraid that she wouldn't be able to pick it up after giving birth, so he didn't let her do it."

Ying Xiaonong hasn't seen Sister Hong for a long time, and she feels a little emotional: "It's really not easy for women. At that time, I quit the group to get married and have children. Now that the children are so young, I have to come back to fight."

After the death of Old Master Duan, his temperament changed a bit, he was less aggressive and more lonely. In Shi Kuoting's eyes, he felt distressed for no reason: "Come," he stood up and spread his hands, "Hug, buddy."

Ying Xiaonong looked at him like a fool: "Hold your mother."

Shi Kuoting rolled his eyes: "I want to hug you, okay?"

Ying Xiaonong stood up reluctantly, and stood in front of him with disgust. The next second, Shi Kuoting embraced him with a big embrace, with the strength of a family member: "The hard things are over, there is a buddy As for my son, there are also Baochan and Kuangzheng, we brothers are together, we are not afraid of anyone."

Ying Xiaonong was startled, and curled the corners of his mouth: "Okay, everyone will care about people."

"That must be done," Shi Kuoting said without seriousness, "You are my child's mother..."

Ying Xiaonong raised his colorful skirt and gave him a kick. Before he left, his father said that he and Shi Kuoting were a little bit of a couple: "I owe you a beating, a dog can't spit ivory!"

Shi Kuoting laughed and hugged him, when the door of the dressing room was pushed open from the outside, and Sa Shuang, who was wearing matchmaker makeup, walked in with a Suzhou prong (1): "Brother Nong, help me..."

Ying Xiaonong was trapped in Shi Kuoting's arms, and the water sleeves went around the shoulders of the two, messed up, half dragged on the ground, Sa Shuang blinked, as if tripped twice by the same hemp rope, and shouted One sentence: "Fuck me!"

Shi Kuoting stunned him: "What's your name..."

"Fucking..." Sa Shuang withdrew, aggrieved and closed the door, "Can't you pick a place!"

"What the hell..." Suddenly, Shi Kuoting realized, "Sa Shuang, come back to me, boy!"

He smoothed out the sleeves for Ying Xiaonong, opened the door and went out. When he looked up, he bumped into an acquaintance, Director Guo of the City Theater Troupe Office, who was a former student of Mr. Shi. His inkstone had been looking for him, and it had been half a year in a blink of an eye.

"Kuoting..." Director Guo looked him up and down, a bit afraid to recognize him.

"Senior Brother!" Shi Kuoting is not what he used to be, but he calls him the same as in the past.

"You boy," Director Guo patted him on the shoulder, his tentacles were like the texture of a high-end suit, "It's changed!"

"Following Baochan, can it stay the same?" Shi Kuoting put one hand in his pocket, with a personable demeanor, "Baozhan is downstairs, have you seen it?"

Seeing it, the big stars hugged each other, Director Guo half-jokingly said: "The head and the secretary are with me, and there are several big bosses, how can I speak!"

Shi Kuoting smiled: "Another day, I'll have a game, let's have a good get-together, brothers and sisters."

There was a kind of atmosphere in his speech that was not there before, like a tough bamboo that has been accustomed to wind and rain, finally straightened in the sun, which is impressive.

"Kuoting," Director Guo envied and admired, "You are really promising. If the old master is alive in heaven, seeing you so upbeat... no regrets!"

When it comes to father, Shi Kuoting has mixed feelings. Only he and Baochan know the crimes and hurdles that Ruyizhou has suffered and experienced in these years. The situation from nothing to today is not a suit or a situation in the eyes of outsiders. He could measure it, but he didn't say anything, just smiled.

The opening bell rang downstairs, and Chen Rouen's "Double Flower Gun" was the first to appear on the stage. With a high-pitched and powerful voice, he sang in unison: "Crossing a horse, carrying a silver gun, and wearing combat boots for military uniform! On the battlefield, come to find the ungrateful man!"

The team of the city troupe, the venue of the grand theater, and the stage that countless folk groups dream of, this night, Ruyizhou stepped up.Surrounded by thousands of spectators surrounded by applause like floods and lights like sparks, Baochan stood by the side curtain, watching all this with mixed feelings.

It's like walking a long and rough road, and finally it's over.

From a dilapidated building in the old town, to the splendid theater building in the city center, to the main stage of the Grand Theater tonight, with worn out feet and broken teeth, all the sorrow and grievances are swallowed in the stomach, and only the most dazzling The brilliance of the show is left to the spectators. This is the opera actors, a group of people who quench their thirst and drink ice, regardless of gains or losses.

The wonderful performances of Huaqiang, Locking Wulong, and Picking up Jade Bracelets, Chen Rouen, Zhang Lei, and Sa Shuang, all with young faces, no matter whether they are weaved or wildly grown, they are all the same on stage. One thought—singing hard and falling hard, to make the audience worthwhile trip, let them see and see, what is the quintessence of China!

During the intermission, the actors and scenes went down from the side curtain, and Baochan waited at the exit, waiting for Mr. Kuang to wipe the drum head, and tremblingly walked towards him with the sandalwood drumsticks in his mouth.

"Baochu!" The old man sweated a lot, but he was full of energy and his face was flushed.

Baochan smiled and took him by the arm, affectionately and respectfully, and led him to the bathroom.

One old and one young walked through the bright corridor of actors.

"Death is without regret." Master Kuang sighed, looking at the magnificent ceiling above his head and the chandelier that looked like a work of art.

Bao Chan held his old hand: "It's too early to say, we have to look forward, there are better things."

Master Kuang suddenly felt a little dazed, that motherless Baochan, who was holding Shi Kuoting and crying, is now alone, with a dashing demeanor, and has really grown up.

He turned his head, wanting to take a good look at the child, but the young man next to him squatted down and knelt at his feet, tying the loose laces of his old sneakers.

"There will be good days in the future," Baochan said in a low voice. "Don't be reluctant to throw away your shoes after wearing them for a long time. Let's eat the best and use the best. Brother and I honor you."

A hand rested on his head, gently stroking his hair, Bao Chan raised his face, Master Kuang looked at him kindly, even with some distress, and called out: "Bao'er."

At this moment, Baochan wanted to cry, grinned, but smiled: "Hey."

"You should think about yourself."

Bao Chan blinked slowly.

Master Kuang said, "Become a family."

Baochan's eyelashes trembled: "I... have a home."

"Ruyizhou is not your home," Mr. Kuang never married in his whole life, and he is old, but he is afraid of Baochan's loneliness. "You have to have your own home, and someone loves you..."

Baochan got up and helped him, and took him to the bathroom: "Hurry up, it's time to ring the bell."

The old man refused to move, and squinted at him.

"Why?" Baochan urged like a child.

Master Kuang looked at him carefully, as if he was afraid that he would be too confused to remember this face: "I want to burn a knife."

Knife burning, 80 degrees, the old man hasn't touched it for many years, Baochan knew he was happy today, coaxed and said: "Okay, I'll go buy it for you, let's have a good drink after the show!"

Ten minutes later, the city troupe's "Picking the Pulley" started. After Hua Heji stunned everyone, it was "The Phoenix Returns to the Nest" by Ying Xiaonong.

On the majestic stage, a pink-faced and peach-cheeked big Tsing Yi came gracefully, with blue embroidered pleats and white water sleeves, like two clouds coming out of Xiuxiu, curled up comfortably, flipping over the sideburns, and his mellow and beautiful song sounded on the stage. Sing: "I should have taken refuge with my mother in Haojing, but my daughter's home is ashamed!"

This is the best stage in all of China, with colorful neon lights and the signboard of the Municipal Theater Troupe. It used to be Ying Xiaonong's dream when he was young, but at the entrance of this dream, he was shot out with a pole and fell into the mortal world. .

"That day he came to deceive the slave," Ying Xiaonong was charming and angry, with pearls between his lips and teeth, "if we meet again now, how can he give me back?"

He came back tonight, with a brilliant light on his head, stepping on a wide stage, the hungry audience in the audience, and the leaders of the city theater troupe in the row, all those who have let him down and underestimated him have witnessed it with their own eyes. Witnessing him fluttering his feathers, like a phoenix bird, riding the mighty wind of Ruyi Continent, he returns to his nest again.

Baochan and Duo Xiaojing are waiting at the side screen, one wearing green python and the other wearing red python, like emerald and coral, a pair of beautiful young and old students.

The big axis is "Zhulian Village". The city theater troupe and Ruyizhou co-starred. The leader Xiaocha originally asked Baozhan to take the lead, but Baozhan refused to rely on his fame to steal the limelight from his master, so he insisted on letting Duo Xiaojing take the lead. And secondly, match her with a second-tier old student.

Duo Xiaojing kicked her python robe and wore a pair of feet-long pheasant tails. She walked onto the stage unrestrainedly, with a shining gold cup in her hand, and sang forcefully: "The Taibao pushes the cup—for a big fight!"

She is a woman, but she has a voice that soars to the sky. She sang into the hearts of the audience and made the people in the play come alive. Baochan stood beside her. Although she was not the protagonist, but looking at the audience, the whole scene was lit up. The light board of his name is his fans who have never met before, and they come from thousands of miles to light up his starry night.

Duo Xiaojing trembled with a helmet full of pearls and emerald greens, raised her sword eyebrows, and squinted at Bao Chan: "It's rare to have such a long time, you have to drink this glass of water and wine!"

Baochan smiled slightly, and held up the landscape folding fan: "Take the pear flower cup with your hand, the student speaks out boldly!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the audience exploded, and the screams of girls filled his ears. A group of people who are used to hiphop and r&b applauded the ancient Beijing opera for the first time because of Baochan's demeanor. The seeds fall into the thick soil of opera, planting a small hope.

When he got to the point where he was struggling, Master Kuang's drum beat slowed down by half a beat, but soon, he hit a flower to catch up. There was a tiny flaw that almost no one noticed, but Baochan frowned.

Then, the sound of the drums dissipated and became more and more floating, as if she was rushing for something, or as if she was unable to catch up, Baochan sang while holding a heart for Master Kuang, until Duo Xiaojing raised her white beard, and suddenly One turned upside down: "The Chinese army's tent is in command, and the family's eunuchs line up on both sides, stepping into the Tang Dynasty, and the world of thousands of miles is reversed!"

The last drumbeat fell, and the whole drama ended perfectly.

The curtain slowly closed, and the actors, accompanists, and prop collectors all rushed onto the stage, holding hands towards Bao Chan, but he went against them and walked towards the water-blue side curtain, where Mr. Kuang sat alone, Head drooping as if falling asleep, holding the sandalwood board tightly in his hand, the drumstick fell off and landed next to the worn-out sneakers.

(1) Suzhou pou: A kind of headgear worn by the clown woman in Peking opera.