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Kuang Zheng left work early again, and seemed to have entered the burnout period ahead of schedule. He still loved money and senior positions, but he was far less enthusiastic than before.Now he longs for a little personal time, such as chatting with Baochan, even sitting idle, enjoying the passing of minutes slowly.

When he got home, the light on the opposite side was on. He went to ring the doorbell, and the access control system turned on a yellow light: "Brother, come right away!"

Kuangzheng heard the sound of rustling water, he should be taking a bath.

"You wash it," he took out the key, "I will open it myself."

It’s hard to describe this feeling. Once he entered this hallway, he seemed to be returning to his own home. The slippers had long been out of the shoe cabinet, and they were placed side by side with Baochan’s shoes at the door. There were two pairs, one big and one small, which was quite interesting.

After changing his shoes, he went to turn on the TV and watched the news channel for a while. The treasure came down, and his wet hair in vest and shorts was full of vitality.

"Ask for leave again today?" Kuang Zheng changed the channel while taking off his watch.

"No," Baochan rubbed his hair and watched him change the channel. "There is an inspection today, and the shop is closed early...Hey, let's watch this, Animal World."

Lions were mating on TV. The male lion licked the neck of the lioness and lay down on her. Bao Chan was embarrassed: "Brother, that... change the channel."

Kuang Zheng teased him: "Didn't you want to watch this?"

"This...is not very good."

"I'm an adult, what's wrong with it." Kuang Zheng pressed the remote control. To be honest, he didn't have any troubles, but Bao Chan didn't even have a girlfriend at 28, so he understood.

Baochan bypassed the sofa and stood beside him, the smell of water, shampoo and soap, blended together was his smell, Kuangzheng looked up at him: "I'm hungry."

Baochan lowered his head, covered his head with a wet towel limply, like a landmine stealer: "It's rare that it's so early, let's make a good meal, a big meal."

Kuang Zheng smiled: "Filet Mignon or Louie's Foie Gras?"

"Those don't..." Baochan didn't understand Philip and Lujie, "there are ribs, pork belly, and beef at home... It's over, I seem to have thawed a piece of tenderloin yesterday!"

He went to open the refrigerator and took out a small bowl with a piece of pink lean meat in it: "I can't eat this today, it won't be tender after repeated defrosting."

With a handkerchief on his head, big shorts and a big vest, he looks like an old man from the back, and the more he looks at him, the happier he is.

Baochan squatted on the ground and looked through the refrigerator: "Loofah, potatoes..."

To be honest, during the dog days, Kuangzheng is not interested in stewed beef with potatoes or braised pork ribs in brown sauce. He just wants to eat a bowl of noodles with fried sauce...

"Zhajiang Noodles," Baozhan held the bowl of small meat, "Is it alright brother?" He was quite embarrassed, "Let's have another day for the big meal..."

Kuangzheng was stunned, this is a coincidence, but there are so many summer dishes, why not shredded potatoes, peeled skins, mixed cucumbers, but noodles with fried sauce, "Ah... good." thing.

"The sauce I fried is delicious." Baochan took out a piece of paper noodles, washed the cucumbers, carrots, and mung bean sprouts, and shook his hands, "Brother, chop some meat for me."

Kuang Zheng lazily passed by, Bao Chan had already washed the tenderloin and cut it into small cubes, and the noodles were in the pot, with a thick layer of foam floating up, his eyes full of human fireworks, it was the first time in his life that Kuang Zheng took the knife.

The piece of meat was soft, he touched it, and it smelled a little fishy, ​​and was about to strike, when Bao Chan came over, his hands were clean, and he unbuttoned his shirt, "Brother, is this shirt expensive?"

Kuang Zheng couldn't remember: "Three to five thousand."

The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and the collar was tucked inside, Baochan still said, "Quick, take it off."

He wanted to take off his shirt, Kuangzheng clapped his oily hands: "Hey, I said..."

At this time, there was a dog barking outside the door, barking, very scary, Baochan recognized the voice: "It is it."

As he said that, he was about to open the door, but Kuangzheng blocked him with his shoulder: "It's too fierce, don't open it."

"It's okay," Baochan walked around him, "it just looks fierce, it's a gentle dog."

"Why are you disobedient?" Without paying attention, Kuangzheng took the tone of talking to his girlfriend.

Bao Chan didn't think much, and went back casually: "Then you are quite fierce, and we are getting along well now."

Kuang Zheng frowned: "Am I fierce?"

"It's fierce," Bao Chan said as he opened the door, "Driving a luxury car and living in a big house, why are you selling eggplants for a company, with a face of 'stay away from me', much scarier than a dog."

Kuang Zheng was surprised to find that after getting acquainted with this kid, he also talked a lot.

The dog limped in. It was black and big, a bit fatter than last time, and its fur was still thin. Seeing Kuang Zheng with its yellow-green eyes, it didn't dare to go in, and squatted down cautiously at the door.

Baochan knew it hadn't found anything to eat, and was hungry, so he took out the rice left for Kuangzheng in the refrigerator, beat it in the microwave, poured it into a small basin, and fed it to him.

"Bao Chan," Kuang Zheng responded, "It has been eating my food for the past few days?"

"It doesn't matter who's rice." Baochan saw that it was eating deliciously, and came back to cut cucumbers, "Whoever catches up with him will eat, you chop the meat quickly."

Being treated like a dog and having to work, Kuangzheng's mentality is a bit broken, Baochan cuts cucumbers smoothly, and asks while cutting: "When you were in Hainan, you said that something went wrong at work, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Kuang Zheng was a little tempered.

Baochan glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

The words about having a bad fight with the dog can't be said out loud: "It's nothing serious, the company lost a deal, I lost a bonus, and I got a promotion, so I might not be able to get on."

"So serious?" Baohuahua lowered his knife, "Didn't you try again?"

"I'm tired," Kuangzheng said angrily to him, "If you work hard, you will earn tens of millions more. My current money is enough to spend my whole life leisurely with my family. It would be nice to get off work early and cook with you."

But Baochan took it seriously: "You still have to start a family in the future, raise a wife and children, children and children, endless worry and endless money." A trace of worry flashed across his face, "Besides, you and I You are different, you have a bright future...don't let me bring you down."

"What are you talking about?" Kuangzheng felt that the more he said, the more outrageous he was, and just about to get angry, Baochan interrupted him: "Brother, that money... I won't borrow it anymore."

Kuangzheng stopped chopping the meat, a little surprised: "Ah... OK."

When it was over, Baochan secretly pursed his lips.

He made this decision carefully. For his own obsession, it made no sense for Kuangzheng to raise Ruyizhou for him.At this moment, there is a knife in his heart. The Ruyizhou brand will be removed from the large rehearsal hall on the second floor of the troupe, and everyone will go their separate ways, and he will move out of this house. Maybe it was his last supper with Kuang Zheng.

"Open the bottle," he pulled out a fragile smile, "I sent a bottle of plum wine in today's package."

Kuang Zheng thought for a while: "Today seems to be Qixi Festival."

"Really?" Baozhan went to the refrigerator to get some wine, and went to the door to pat the big black dog's head. "Then wish us three bachelors a happy Qixi Festival."

The next day, Baochan invited Mr. Kuang, Shi Kuoting, and Ying Xiaonong to the middle hall of "Yanbo Zhishuang". This is one of the two "heavy objects" left by Mr. Shi. Yuan Shikai's study is adjacent to the yellow plaque of Yanbo Zhishuang Hall in the Summer Palace.

"Today, in front of this plaque," Baochan's voice was not loud, but with a thousand weights, "I have something to say."

Everyone knew what he was going to say, so Mr. Kuang said: "Baochu, let me do it." The Sanju troupe will bear the blame, he is old, and he doesn't know anything when he picks up the loess, "You still have a big The day..."

"Master Kuang," Baochan didn't listen to his persuasion, "I am the head of the Ruyi Island appointed by Master before his death. No one here has the place to say that except me."

"Why are you so stubborn, kid!" Master Kuang loved him from the bottom of his heart, "When Ruyizhou was around, I didn't see anyone lending a hand, but once it's gone, those old guys, the apprentices and grandchildren of the theater troupe, All those Zhangsan Lisi who can't be named will sigh and say that I chose you by mistake!"

"I don't care," Baochan said, "If Ruyi Island is gone, so will I."

Master Kuang's eyes were red: "Bao'er..."

"Master Kuang," Shi Kuoting said, "Let him be the master, he is the master."

Of the four people in the room, only Shi Kuo Ting had the blood of Ruyi Continent flowing on his body, Bao Chan cast his eyes on him and called out tremblingly: "Brother..."

He was about to kneel as he spoke, but was stopped by Ying Xiaonong, "Bao Chan! Why are you bullying yourself like this, get up!"

"You don't understand," Baochan pushed him away, "The Shi family's kindness and love to me is too heavy. Even if my bones are broken and cramped in this life, I can't afford it."

Ying Xiaonong was quite an arrogant person, which made them want to cry: "You...I didn't tell you," he was very excited, looking for his phone all over his body, "I have a dad who is a thief and rich! He doesn't Let me sing, force me to bow my head to him, I... just a phone call from me..."

Just as he was talking, Baochan's phone rang. He didn't want to answer it at first, but Mr. Kuang forced the phone out of his body. Baochan saw that the number was a little familiar, and held it to his ear: "Hello?"

"Mr. Bao." A steady voice.

Baochan was surprised: "Uncle Liang...?"

"The last time we met was not pleasant, I'm sorry," Uncle Liang said in a gentle, gentle tone, with a slight smile, "I have a friend who works as a foundation and specializes in sponsoring cultural skills that are facing loss. A well-known project is the preservation and development of Shannan Tibetan opera masks, I talked to him last time about your plight, and the foundation is willing to give your troupe a chance."

Bao Chan's eyes widened and he was speechless for a moment.

Master Kuang was terrified when he saw him, and held him in both hands: "Bao'er, what's wrong with you, Bao'er!"

"The foundation is a formal organization with strict selection procedures. You can rest assured that it is not my personal preference," said Uncle Liang. For capital injection, the result is not guaranteed, are you willing to try it?"

"I..." Baochan choked. When he was at the end of his rope, when he could not save Ruyizhou and Beijing Opera by himself, how could he give up, "Yes! I am willing!"

"Okay," Uncle Liang understood, "let's get in touch again."

The phone was cut off, and Baochan didn't even have time to say thank you.