narrow red

Baochan made a long gown for Huo Bandit, which was the same black as his own, but embroidered with gold thread was a tiger descending the mountain, looking back among the jagged rocks.

In the small living room on the second floor of Han Wenshan's house, Baochan straightened the collar of his gown, as well as his chest and shoulders, smoothing out every wrinkle. Huo Bandit looked down at him, trying to remember how kind he was to him.

"Straighten your back," Baochan patted him, "Stand up your neck and stand like a pine!"

Huo Pi stood up obediently, not obediently, but just to make him happy.

"Boss Bao!" Han Wenshan greeted him from behind.

"Brother Han," Baochan led Huo Bandit over and cupped his hands slightly, "My apprentice, Huo Bandit."

Han Wenshan was surprised: "Hey, they're all recruiting disciples!"

Bao Chan nodded shyly: "I want him to sing a section this weekend, I'm afraid that everyone won't recognize it, so I'll take him to a walk around the experts first, and the first one will bother you."

"Good thing," Han Wenshan said handsomely, and stretched out his hand to Huo Bandit, "Young man, are you singing an old song?"

Huo Pi knew that he was the big boss, so he was very nervous, stuttered, and didn't pay attention to shaking hands: "I, my..."

"The child is still young," Baochan explained for him, "only seventeen."

"Spirited," said Han Wenshan, a casual person, "not bad."

He led them to the bedroom. Before coming, Baochan had specially told them that there was a sick person in the guest's house. When he saw the lifeless figure on the bed, Huo Pi was still stunned.

Baochan walked up and leaned over the bed: "Sister-in-law, I'm here."

Mrs. Han didn't respond, her eyes were half-opened, staring at the ceiling.

Han Wenshan shook his head, meaning that he was about to die.

Last time she came here, she could barely meet people, Baochan felt sad: "We..." He turned to look at Huo Pi, "We have prepared a game of dragons and phoenixes."

"Come on," Han Wenshan smiled, stroking his wife's hair gently, "make her happy."

"You Long Xi Feng" tells the story of Emperor Zhengde's travel in micro-clothes, encountering Sister Li Feng in Meilong Town, fascinated by her beauty, provocative and provocative.

Huo Pi pretended to be Zhengde, and Baozhan matched him with Sister Li Feng, Xu Sheng of Huang Zhong Dalu. At this time, he raised his orchid finger and acted like a little girl: "The moon bends to shine on the end of the world, may I ask where do you live, Mr. Jun? "

Huo Bandit has a golden knife on his horse and is suave and coquettish: "Elder sister, don't need to check carefully, the world is my home!"

"Shut up," Baochan squeezed his voice, with a charming vibe, "I don't think a person can live under the sky, so why not live in the sky?"

"My world is different from others," Huo Bandit waved his hand, "There is a big circle outside and a small circle inside. I live in the Forbidden City!"

"Ah, Lord Jun," Baochan stood on tiptoe, "I seem to know you!"

"Oh," Huo Pi leaned towards him, "You know me, who is it?"

"You are my brother's..."

"what?"

"brother in law!"

Han Wenshan smiled, and turned to look at his wife, she was still staring at the ceiling, as unconscious as a dry bone, "Take off the flying dragon cap on the head, and the dust-proof beads will illuminate the whole house!" There is such a bright voice in the ear, His heart was darkened.

In a short play, at the end of the song, Baozhan covered her face shyly: "Just look for a dream in this shop—"

Huo Pi raised his eyebrows and stretched his eyes, and put his arms around his shoulders: "Youlong landed in the phoenix's nest!"

Coming out of the house, Han Wenshan called Baochan aside and said in a low voice, "Your sister-in-law is only a few days away."

Baochan looked up at him and pursed her lips.

"She and I have no children," Han Wenshan looked around, "Half of this property is for ALS research, and the other half is for Ruyizhou."

Baochan was stunned: "Han..."

Han Wenshan interrupted him: "Don't refuse, your boss is not short of money, and this money is not for you to spend, but for you and your apprentice to have peace of mind." He was the first serious audience in Ruyizhou, and he said Personally speaking, "Your brother's business is risky, and the theater building is not yours. In the future, these will be gone, and you still have this money, so you can perform freely."

Business people know the ups and downs, honor and disgrace best, he thinks far for Ruyizhou, thinking of places that Baozhan and Kuangzheng didn't think of.

"When is the time," Han Wenshan said, "don't give up singing."

Bao Chan appreciated his kindness and nodded heavily.

On Friday night, Ruyizhou opened a big show, Sa Shuang's "Yan Lingjia", Chen Rouen's "Dragon Robe", Ying Xiaonong's "Wangjiang Pavilion", Baochan's "Fishing and Killing", one after another After the climax of the show, Huo Bandit tied up a gossip scarf, wore a gossip dress, hung court beads and thick boots, and came to the stage shaking a goose feather fan.

He sang "Empty City Strategies". Zhuge Liang led two qin boys to resist Sima Yi's army in the small west city. This scene was sung the day he and Baochan first met.

"Clean up the streets in the west city, and get ready for Sima Hao to set up troops!

Zhuge Liang has no other respects, and he has prepared a lamb and wine,

Reward your three armies! "

It's hard for a boy who just learned art to say how good he is, but the patrons are very respectful and cheered constantly, so that's all, Baochan came on stage and bowed to everyone with him.

"Everyone, good weekend." As soon as he spoke, it was what everyone expected, and there was an unstoppable applause from the audience.

"Thank you, thank you old and new friends for your love," Baozhan pulled Huo Bandit, "This is my apprentice, surnamed Huo, a single bandit, bandit's bandit."

The audience laughed.

"I'll change his name today," Baochan didn't discuss with Huo Pi beforehand, "to Feiran Fei, because—"

The audience fell silent, waiting for him to speak.

"Because he will take over my class in the future and take charge of Ruyizhou's plays."

The audience was in an uproar, and even Huo Bandit was stunned. Boss Bao chose a successor. This is a major event in the rich Beijing opera circle.

"Ruyizhou has been in this theater for a year," Baochan said with emotion. "During this year, we have collected tens of millions of theater tickets. With this money," he said solemnly, "we have funded theaters all over the country. There are seven folk theater troupes in each province, thirteen local opera schools, and [-] opera practitioners, including Peking Opera, Puju Opera, Han Opera, Qin Opera, Hebei Bangzi and Wu'an Luozi.

The bosses who listened to the opera were shocked. The little money they leaked from their fingers, in Ruyizhou, helped so many people persevere in their dreams.

"I would like to report to everyone today. The money that everyone handed over to the foundation," Baozhan said clearly and plainly, "we didn't spend any money indiscriminately."

Huo Pi stared at him from a place that couldn't be closer, under the brilliant stage lights, so bright, but not as dazzling as Baochan's light.

"I went to the entertainment circle before, but I didn't go well, and I came back in a mess," Baochan laughed at himself, "No one mentioned this to me, I know, it's because I'm afraid of embarrassing me."

Indeed, this is not a glorious thing. The boss of Ruyizhou is a bright pearl. If there is any flaw in this good pearl, it is the dirty water that was splashed on the Internet.

"I mentioned it myself today, because I figured it out," Baozhan said earnestly, "I've tried my best. Peking opera has gone from prosperity to decline for 200 years. How can I go to the entertainment circle for two months to gather a few fans? Can it be revived?"

Someone in the audience stood up solemnly, it was Han Wenshan.

"I can't do this alone," Baozhan shook his head slowly, "It depends on many people, from generation to generation. Carrying it forward is a slow process, and it depends on inheritance!"

More and more people in the audience stood up, crowded in darkness, and filled his sight, "I have decided that the club should increase the proportion of funding allocated to the foundation, and the future development direction of Ruyizhou," Baozhan took a deep breath , "It will be to discover, fund, and train more talented young people, Huo Fei, just the first of them!"

Thunderous applause spread from the small stage, beside the side curtain, Ying Xiaonong and Shi Kuoting were shoulder to shoulder.

"Look at what my junior brother said, how good it is!"

Ying Xiaonong put on a serious face: "Did the leader of Ding Shao discuss such a big matter with you?"

"There's nothing negotiable about it, he decides, he's right to say anything."

Ying Xiaonong glanced at him: "Are you not afraid that he will share the kindness to you with others?"

"Isn't it a long time ago?" Shi Kuoting curled his lips, "To Lao Kuang."

"That's different," Ying Xiaonong said earnestly, "Except for Lao Kuang, he treats both of us the best, and now we have one..."

"Wait a minute," Shi Kuoting understood, "You're not afraid of splitting my favor, but you are afraid of splitting yours!"

Yes, Ying Xiaonong was afraid that Huo Bandit would pinch him. It turned out that Baochan treated him the best and took him seriously. The "Xiao Nong" who opened and shut his mouth is now full of that brat.

"Look at you, you're quite an adult," Shi Kuoting wanted to put his arms around his waist, and glanced behind him first, "Don't you have me, I hold you in my heart..."

"Get up," Ying Xiaonong elbowed him, "Who wants you to support me!"

"Hey you..."

Bao Chan went out to see off the guests, and wanted to take Huo Bandit to identify some VIPs. This kid didn't know where he went. He came back to look for it from house to house. He found it in the bathroom on the second floor, and he was throwing up while holding the pool. .

"Are you all right?" Baochan went up to stroke his back, it was a big blood vessel being strangled.

Huo Bandit waved his hand: "It's nothing..."

"Come on," Baochan felt sorry for him, "The pain of singing has just begun."

Huo Pi wiped his mouth: "I'm not afraid."

Baochan smiled, stretched out both hands, and rubbed his forehead and temples: "Is it comfortable?"

Huo Pi blushed wetly: "Well..."

"You sang well today, steady," Baochan praised him, and then complained, "Why are you so tall, my arms are sore..."

Before he finished speaking, Huo Pi squatted down at his feet, looking at him eagerly.

Bao Chan was taken aback, touched his head, and said softly: "Come."

He led Huo Pi downstairs, walked around the hall on the first floor, and opened the door to the innermost room. Lord, Baochan went to the small cabinet and took out a newly painted wooden signboard and a bottle of wine, which were placed beside him.

Jin Aihong's name was on the wooden sign, "When we come," he said, "put our mother here."

Huo Pi watched him knelt down on the soft cushion in front of the table, kowtowed, "Master, Mrs. Kuang," and then he called, "Mom..."

For some reason, Huo Bandit's nose was sore.

With a trembling voice, Baochan told them reverently: "I have accepted disciples."

With that said, he turned around and reached out to Huo Bandit.

Huo Bandit breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down beside him, the two kowtowed side by side, drank three glasses of wine together, and silently held each other's hand.

Bao Chan's voice is jade, round and transparent, while Huo Bandit is gold and stone, thick and powerful. The two of them together are like gold inlaid on jade. dazzling.