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In the eyes of the excited melon-eating crowd, Baochan lost his career in the entertainment industry, but in fact, he just disdains to play this real and fake game again.He brought Peking Opera to the forefront of the entertainment industry, evoking a little bit of cultural memory of this era, and he did what he wanted to do and what he could do.

Two weeks later, Ruyizhou resumed singing, and on Saturday night, all members reversed, and there was a special excerpt.

In the past half a month, the online world has almost forgotten about Baozhan, but Xiao W is living like a year under the double attack of Kuang Zheng and Wen Jiuye.Fraudulent identity is just the beginning. Fraud, sitting on stage, exchanging body for resources, all kinds of negative news keep leaking, some are true and some are false. body.

Backstage at Ruyizhou, everyone put on their makeup and got together to wait for the show to start.

There were quite a few people in the room, but it was very quiet. Everyone was afraid that such a big incident would affect the seat. In the silence, there was the cry of a baby and hurried footsteps from the corridor. Then, Sister Hong held the baby and pushed Open the door: "Sorry, sorry, I'm late!"

Her son is just like her, with fair skin and good looks, but he can cry, and his mouth can blow open the hood of a person. Chen Rouen hurried up to coax him: "What's the matter, this is it, come here, let me hug you."

She is wearing a black quick suit tonight, with a handsome face, but she drew a black character on the seal hall, which is Wu Song, who killed his wife and went to prison, and has bad luck. When Sister Hong's son looked up and saw the two black characters , Aww, I cried even harder.

"Hey ancestor!" Ying Xiaonong put down the water glass and spoke while sitting on the big mahogany chair, "Hold me here."

He has a big combed hair, one side of the thread hangs on one shoulder, eight treasures on the head, a white flower skirt and a rose red jacket, and a waist scarf "Xingshangmeishao" is tied on the right side, which is the little girl in "Selling Water". Huadan.

Sister Hong went over with the baby in her arms, and saw him leaning against a big crib, while Chairman Shi's daughter was holding the side of the bed, blinking her eyes and looking out.

"Yo, is this still arranged in the backstage?" Sister Hong asked freshly.

"Chairman Shi's privilege," Ying Xiaonong patted the crib, "Don't you use the benefits of the regiment?"

Sister Hong couldn't help it, she immediately put her son in, the fat boy was crying a lot, but when he saw Xiaobao, he was shy or something, stared at her stupidly, and fell silent.

"Your little treasure is so pretty," Sister Hong looked at her carefully, "Why does it look more like you the longer it grows?"

Where can two people who are not related by blood be alike, but Ying Xiaonong smiled: "Who looks like whom?" He stroked Xiaobao's bald head, "This big double eyelid, grown Definitely a beauty."

The adults were chatting, and the two children were sitting on the bed staring at each other. Xiaobao was not happy that Sister Hong's son was on her bed, so Xiaopang rubbed his hands together, slapped him, and slapped him.

All of a sudden, Sister Hong's son was in pain, covered his face in aggrieved manner, Xiao Bao didn't coax him, pouted and stared at him, Sister Hong's son ate his hands, laughed, crawled over, kissed He hugged her affectionately.

"I'm talking about Sister Hong," Chen Rou'en leaned forward, "Your son is really good, he will get tired of little girls at such a young age..."

Sa Shuang ran in from outside, dressed in tights and trousers, with yellow and pink silk flowers on his temples, and the tail of the thread flicked behind him. It was Sun Erniang in "Wu Song Dadian": "My God, it's full, it's full. !"

"What's full?" Chen Rouen sent a WeChat message and picked up her phone to read it.

"The seats are full!" Sa Shuang glanced sideways at her screen and said sourly, "Still in contact with that Jiu Ye?"

"It's up to you," Chen Rouen didn't look up, "I'll change the anti-spy film again."

Sister Hong sighed while teasing the children: "I really didn't expect it to be full."

"I've been holding it back for half a month, can you be dissatisfied?" Ying Xiaonong raised her eyebrows and dangled her eyes, pretending to be a Huadan, but she has a graceful and luxurious energy, "It's all old tickets, and the addiction to drama is scratching your heart and liver." .”

Sister Hong asked: "What about the Internet is over?"

"Things on the Internet," Ying Xiaonong snorted, "Can these gangsters believe it? Their own public relations team is there all day long to send fake news, eat their own food, smash opponents' bowls, and play tricks. .”

Sister Hong was puzzled: "Then let's stop the show..."

"On the surface," said Ying Xiaonong, who came from a big family, and he became transparent when he saw it a lot. "Everyone knows it's a 'play', so I have to do it."

Sister Hong nodded: "It's just us ordinary people who foolishly take those things on the Internet seriously."

"Little common people are not stupid," Ying Xiaonong fixed the top flower, ready to go on stage, "The capital set up the stage, and the opera that broke the news, how few applauding audiences? To be honest, what we sang is a fake opera, people That is a live drama with real knives and real guns, you can watch it casually without spending a penny, do you think the people who support it are stupid?"

That's why there are people who never tire of eating melons, and there are more and more violent revelations. This is no different from stretching your neck to watch executions in the old days. It is just the cheapest form of entertainment in the Internet age.

Just as he was talking, Kuangzheng arrived, wearing a grand black suit with a lapel collar, and asked first when entering the door, "Where is Baochan?"

"Inside," Chen Rouen pointed to the changing room at the backstage, "Brother Shi is also here."

Kuangzheng walked in. There was a small door, and he knocked in. In a small room, there stood a pair of Bi people.Shi Kuo Ting was dressed in a romantic pink python, Bao Chan was dressed in a white dragon arrow suit, both of them were wearing purple gold crowns, wearing plumes, and four pheasant tails were rubbing high against the ceiling, trembling and intertwined.

One is Lu Bu from "Little Banquet", and the other is Gongsun Zidu from "The Capital of Fazi".

Kuangzheng looked dumbfounded, looked at Baochan's raised eyelids, looked at the faint rouge on his cheeks, looked at the soaring red between his brows, Ying Xiaonong on the stage had already sang, with a watery voice, honey in the tune Oiling:

"Why do you look in the mirror when you get up early in the morning? What kind of flower fragrance do you comb your hair with oil? What kind of pollen are you rubbing on your face? What kind of red is the rouge on your mouth?"

"Then what?" Shi Kuoting was very tactful, "Sister Hong and I are playing against each other, you guys talk first."

He hid out, Kuang Zheng stepped forward boldly, and grabbed Bao Chan's waist.

"Brother..." Baochan didn't like him doing things in the background.

Kuang Zheng couldn't help it: "Who are you pretending to be?"

Baochan knew he didn't mean it and asked, "Why do you get excited when you see someone wearing white?"

Really, Kuang Zheng didn't pay attention: "Bao'er is pretty, dressed in filial piety," he held up Bao Chan's chin, his lips were not too big, and covered them with his thumb, fearing that the rouge would be messed up, "It matches my body of soap just right. "

Ying Xiaonong's warbler's voice came from the front of the stage: "Get up early in the morning and take a look in the Linghua mirror, brush your hair with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, apply peach blossom powder on your face, and apricot red rouge on your mouth!"

Peach pollen and apricot blossom red are not as good as Bao Chan's color at this moment. Although she is not a curvy white lady, she has the heroic spirit of a young hero, and Kuang Zheng's body is hot.

"Brother," Baochan pushed him, "I'm going home."

Going home, of course going home, Kuangzheng embraced this half-cold "Zidu", and patted the coral tassel on his cheek: "It's agreed, I'm going home."

Ruyizhou is still the famous Ruyizhou, Ying Xiaonong's "Selling Water", Chen Rouen and Sa Shuang's "Wu Song Dadian", Shi Kuoting and Wan Shanhong's "Little Banquet", Baochan's "Cuzidu", One after another, the guests who were full of guests sang to the boil.After the show, a group of bosses rushed to be the host, and wanted to invite Boss Bao to dinner, welcome him back, and return to this small world inlaid with gold and jade on the clouds.

Arriving home from the city center, Kuangzheng helped Baochan enter the door, clasping his arms around his shoulders, as if he was afraid that he would run away.Baochan drank a lot, let Kuangzheng lead her, didn't stop at the first floor, went straight to the second floor.

In the bedroom, Baozhan took off his suit lazily, and handed a box behind his back: "For you."

Baochan took off his tie and turned around, and found a big cardboard box, he smiled: "Could it be one-piece underwear again?"

"You have been in trouble recently," Kuang Zheng opened the box, "I tied a chain for you to ward off evil spirits."

Inside the cardboard box is a velvet base, coiled with a fine sterling silver chain, several tens of centimeters long, decorated with cinnabar from Ketai Sui, a silver ax for beheading villains, and the zodiac signs of Baochan. rabbit.

"How do you wear it?" Baochan dialed the small bell on the cinnabar pendant: "It's so long?"

"It's tied around your waist," Kuang Zheng came over and hugged him, "Tie it to you, even natural disasters and man-made disasters won't take you away."

Baochan missed his heart, but shook his head: "A bunch of red beads, it's okay for women to wear."

"Who said that in the past year of birth, both men and women wore red belts." Kuangzheng leaned into his ear, "Tie it on and see?"

Baochan knew what he was thinking, this kind of chains were worn close to the body with naked body.

"You said," Kuang Zheng rubbed him, "Going home..."

It was Baochan who said it, his face blushed, and with a burst of alcohol, he pulled the chain out of the box and walked into the bathroom.There was a rustling sound, and Kuangzheng asked, "Are you ready?"

Baozhan responded slightly.

"Okay, come out?"

Baochan didn't reply, so Kuangzheng went in, the light in the bathroom was off, it was dimly dark, Baochan stood under the window with his back to him, the moonlight

……

Feng Kuan asked on the phone, "Why are you panting so badly?"

Kuang didn't change his face: "I ran a little bit."

"What time?"

"night run."

"Come on, you," Feng Kuan said, "brother...I'll report to you the day after tomorrow."

Kuang Zheng froze for a moment, then frowned, he imagined all kinds of possibilities, but he didn't expect that Feng Kuan would be the one sent by Donglou to snatch his territory.

In this situation, it was also difficult for Feng Kuan to say: "The superior let me go... to be your deputy."

Kuang Zheng sneered: "What level are you, you will be my deputy?"

"Executive Vice President," Feng Kuan sighed, "You just got promoted, bro..."

Kuang Zheng hung up the phone, slammed the phone onto the sink, held Bao Chan's face in his hands, and took a closer look...bending down to his knees.

(The part beyond the platform scale is omitted)