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Today is the day when the foundation came to Ruyizhou to announce the evaluation results. Baozhan attached great importance to it. Everyone wore long gowns. He sat with his head sideways, brushed his hair with a comb dipped in water, and he was in full bloom.

"Just make a phone call," Ying Xiaonong lifted up his gown and raised his legs, "If you don't give me money, how embarrassing it will be."

Shi Kuoting fiddled with the collar of his long gown: "If you say it's not approved, give us an explanation."

"Who uses them to explain," Ying Xiaonong began to shake his legs, "a group of clubs!"

No matter shaking his legs or pulling his collar, they are all signs of nervousness, only Bao Chan sits upright and doesn't say a word.

Ying Xiaonong touched him with his elbow: "Why don't you talk?"

"There's nothing to say," Baochan clasped his hands on his knees, his face turned pale, "Just wait."

He is the head of the family, Ruyizhou is dead or alive today, the knife was cut on his neck first.

"It's useless to be nervous," Ying Xiaonong stroked the sleeves of his long shirt for him, "We have no money, so we can only leave our lives in other people's hands."

"How can you not be nervous?" Baochan stretched out his hand, "My hand is cold even if you touch it."

Ying Xiaonong didn't touch that hand, but was grabbed by Shi Kuoting and dragged to his lap, and wrapped his hands together for him.

"Hey!" Ying Xiaonong was not convinced, took Baochan's other hand, pulled it to her side, and clasped her fingers together.

Bao Chan frowned: "I said you..."

At this time, Chen Rouen came in with a bag of bananas and oranges, and seeing the three of them dead like Siamese twins, she was not happy: "You guys are really good at it, secretly poking at home and making me a girl Go out and buy some fruit!"

She was wearing a black dress for an interview, her long hair was pulled up, and she was tied behind her head with a hair set that cost a few dollars each, like a salesperson at the front desk of a bank.

"I was going to go when I was old," Ying Xiaonong seized the opportunity and yelled at her, "You were the one who rushed to buy it."

"I'm going to buy it because I have a good style," Chen Rou'en retorted, looking at Shi Kuoting, "you have to go with me, in case I can't carry it, in case people are bullied for being short of catties Well, what if..."

"We now have a girl in our group," Ying Xiaonong scratched his ear with his little finger, "I don't have to worry about how quiet the building is anymore."

"Surnamed Ying, what do you mean?"

"I'm sorry my surname is not Ying, Ying Xiaonong is a stage name..."

Duk duk, there was a sound of walking sticks knocking on the ground downstairs, it was Master Kuang's signal that the foundation had arrived.Baozhan stood up vigorously, and while walking outside, he instructed: "Xiao Chen, stand forward in a while."

"Why..." Chen Rouen was beautiful since she was a child, but she hated being treated as a facade the most.

Shi Kuoting went out with Bao Chan, and when he heard her tone, he glanced back at her.

Chen Rouen pouted, and said to the backs of the pair: "I'm here to sing, not just for fun..."

Ying Xiaonong tugged her hard.

"Don't touch me," Chen Rouen said with a little temper, "Isn't it just a broken foundation!"

"Without the sponsorship from the foundation," Ying Xiaonong stared at her with a seriousness that had never been on his face, "you can go back wherever you came from."

"why!"

"Ruyizhou," Ying Xiaonong wanted to put on a free and easy look, but couldn't do it, "The mountain is at the end of its rope."

There was only one person from the foundation, the one I met last time, he smiled and shook hands with Baochan, and went up to the second floor with greetings.Entering the room, he took out a large envelope from his briefcase, sealed with the seal of the Foundation, and in front of everyone, he opened the envelope and took out a white paper folded in half.

Bao Chan had difficulty breathing, the knife on his head was approaching, and the boundary between life and death became very sharp.

The other party unfolded the paper, glanced at it briefly, and said solemnly: "Mr. Bao."

Baochan stared at his mouth, only heard three heavy words: "I'm sorry..."

I couldn't hear the words behind, as if I was deaf, and my ears were blank.

Chen Rouen looked at Ying Xiaonong helplessly, Master Kuang lowered his head, Shi Kuoting unbuttoned the button that had been making him uncomfortable all the time, and peeled off the gown from his body... Baochan could hardly stand, the person from the Foundation clicked Turning her head, carrying her leather bag and leaving the room, Chen Rouen chased out and bumped into Baochan's shoulder.

"Girl!" Ying Xiaonong's voice rang in his ears.

The sense of hearing came back, Baochan suddenly turned around, and saw that Kuoting was also walking out, he was walking anxiously, but his legs were weak, he staggered and fell forward.

When Shi Kuoting chased him downstairs, he saw Chen Rou'en, a pretty quiet girl with her arms stretched out, dragged the guy from the Foundation to her death to prevent him from getting into the car.

"You are not allowed to go!" Her voice was frighteningly full of air.

"Little girl..." The man grabbed the car door, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "What are you going to do?"

Taking advantage of her young age, Chen Rouen made troubles: "Please explain to me why you didn't give us money!"

"The evaluation results are very clear, you have no funding value..."

"Bullshit!" Chen Rouen is more than 1.7 meters tall, with high heels, and a black skirt covering the top of the cloud. "We have the best luthier, and we have the best Tsing Yi! We are worthless, who is worth it!"

The man couldn't screw her up, so he stopped earning: "Who are you, I didn't see you during the last evaluation, and now you are running out to make trouble, they hired you?"

"What are you talking about?" Chen Rouen widened her eyes, "I'm a new actor from Ruyizhou!"

The man was taken aback for a moment, the theater troupe was broken down like this, and there were still people flying moths to the flames.

"Let go first." He pointed to his deformed suit collar.

"Don't let go! Let go and run away!"

"If you don't let me go, call the police!"

"Report it!" Chen Rou'en tore off the wig on the back of her head, and flung her long hair down, "If you report it, I will say you molested me!"

When Shi Kuoting heard that this was outrageous, he hurried up, and Chen Rouen's eyes were red with that unrestrained energy: "I'm going to figure it out today, why is such a good team in Ruyizhou worthless! You are so flimsy! Just a word of apology, and they will have to smash their necks to die here, do you know that this is a crime!"

Shi Kuoting paused, staring at her in a daze.

The person from the foundation sighed: "Our funds are limited, and we can only fund one or two projects each year. This year's quota is for the Tujia people to beat the mourning drum..."

"Don't scare me!" Chen Rou'en's voice was trembling, "The general secretary said in his speech that we should promote traditional Chinese culture. Peking opera is traditional culture. The opening ceremony of the Olympic Games has been held. Have you made it to the Olympic Games?" !"

The man was helpless, leaning against the car door like a dead fish: "Our funding target is an endangered cultural ecology. Peking opera is even in the Olympic Games. Can it die? There is no Ruyizhou, and there are municipal Peking opera troupes, national theaters, provinces and cities. Peking opera troupes, you can beat the mourning drums, if it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s all art, we’ll save whoever we don’t!”

Chen Rouen understood, she was not an unreasonable person, but she never thought that it was another "Ruyizhou", other people who were in the same predicament as them, that took away the hope of survival in Ruyizhou.

"Little girl, let go first," the man was very polite and did not touch her hand, "I will reflect what you said..."

Chen Rouen let go of him, lowered her head, she didn't want to hear a word of those nonsense, she turned and walked back, when she looked up, she saw Shi Kuoting standing not far in front.

A tall man with broad shoulders and straight legs, a pair of thief eyelids, a small wine pit looming, the person she likes, for him, she turned herself into a shrew.

She felt ashamed and brushed her head away, but Shi Kuoting stopped her: "Hair..."

She raised the corners of her eyes, looking vicious.

Shi Kuoting quickly looked away: "Come together and then go up."

Baochan rushed to the ground and broke his face. There was a small cut at the end of his left eye. There was no water in the building. Ying Xiaonong licked it carefully until the tip of his tongue was red. When he looked up, he saw Chen Rouen's wind was like passing by the door.

"I said," he poked Baochan, "that girl, don't you cry?"

"Impossible," Baochan stood up, "I think she has a tough temper."

"No matter how tough she is, she's still a little girl," Ying Xiaonong broke off a banana and handed it to him, "Go and see."

Chen Rouen was in Sister Hong's room, which was considered one of the best rooms in the building. Baochan knocked on the half-hidden door and entered lightly.

She was sitting at the table in front of the window, with her back against the light, trembling.

It's over, Baochan thought, really crying: "Xiao Chen?"

People ignored him.

Baochan doesn't know how to deal with girls. Luckily, Ying Xiaonong gave a banana. He handed it over, but the other side didn't want it. He handed it over again, but he didn't want it. ?”

"You're crying!" Chen Rouen turned around ferociously. She didn't cry, but she was so angry that she puffed up her chest and wished for luck, "I've never been wronged like this since I grew up!" She gritted her silver teeth , "Singing is singing, practicing is practicing, why look at the face of a foundation, oh my god, I'm so mad!"

Puchi, Baochan laughed.

"why are you laughing!"

Baochan laughed that she was still a child: "We are not an opera school, let alone a city troupe, a small stall with no one and no money, and we have been lingering for so many years." He smiled wryly, "It's too much to see people's faces."

Chen Rouen calmed down and looked at him silently.

Bao Chan patted her shoulder and stuffed the banana into her hand.

"What's wrong with your face?" Chen Rouen pushed aside the banana and took a bite.

Baochan was embarrassed: "I didn't stop just now... I fell."

"Master, you can really do it!" Chen Rouen didn't know how much Baochan had gone through before her quick words today, this was the last straw that completely crushed his lifelong dream.

Suddenly, Baochan's cell phone rang, and he took it out to check the number: "Foundation?"

When Chen Rouen heard these three words, she slapped the banana on the table, grabbed the phone and yelled, "Hey! What are you looking for us for? Let me tell you, it's not rare for you to support my old lady! We have contacts and resources in Ruyizhou ! The east side is dark, the west side is dark, the south and the north... huh?"

She stood up abruptly and stared at Bao Chan.

Baochan frightened her: "What's wrong?"

She held the phone in both hands: "Can you say it again?"

Baochan leaned over to listen.

"Say it again!"

Chen Rouen covered her mouth and blinked her eyes, really about to cry.

Vaguely, Baochan heard the other end of the phone saying: "...Little girl, let me repeat for the last time! I have asked for your instructions. Funding is impossible, but a venue can be provided. The water, electricity and property fees will be funded by us. Will be responsible, the location is in the city center..."

It is often said in operas: the sky has no unparalleled road, the earth has the virtue of good life, flowers have a period of prosperity and withering, water has an endless flow, treasures pinch the sore corners of the eyes, the ancients are right, there is hope if you persist, as long as There is such a little bit of faint light, it is worth going through fire and water for him.