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In the past few years, Baochan has only been to the hospital once. Two or three months ago, he was beaten by someone, and he was exhausted, but he had no memory of who sent him or how he got there.

But Shi Kuoting had the impression that it was a handsome man in a suit: "It's you," he stopped Kuangzheng and put down his hand, his attitude immediately changed, "I said you look familiar..."

"Shi Kuoting!" Ying Xiaonong glared at him, "I'm so familiar with you, you play tricks with him! At a time like this, tell me the difference between the enemy and me!"

"No," Shi Kuoting stood towards Kuangzheng, "At that time, Baochan was in shock, and he was sent to the hospital without saying a word. We have to thank you..."

"Thank you!" Ying Xiaonong feared that he would be deceived by Kuangzheng's Jin Yuqi, "Do you think he is a good man? How can there be a good man who is rolling around in the pile of money!" He said viciously, "If it wasn't for hitting me My idea, can he take care of Baochan?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.

Shi Kuoting was a bit afraid to ask, "What's your idea of ​​hitting you?"

Kuang Zheng's face was full of black lines: "Don't talk nonsense..."

Baochan blinked blankly: "Xiao Nong?"

Even the door of Chen Rouen's room creaked and opened a small crack.

Ying Xiaonong's words are ambiguous, what he wants to say is that Kuang Zheng came to be a lobbyist for his father, and he has no good intentions: "You fucking... where are you thinking! Every one of you has such dirty thoughts..."

At this time, Baochan's cell phone rang, and when he took it out, it was an unknown number: "Hello?"

He thought it was noisy here, so he went to the side to answer the phone, Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong were chattering endlessly, only Kuangzheng paid attention to Baochan's movements, and heard him call out reluctantly: "...Sister."

A sister appeared out of nowhere, Kuangzheng turned his head and saw Baochan pursing his lips in embarrassment: "...It's not convenient at night, can't it be during the day tomorrow?"

"Where are you looking!" Ying Xiaonong refused to let him look at the treasure, as if he would ruin it with just one glance, "What are you holding back, come at me..."

Kuangzheng "hush" him, and winked at Shi Kuoting, telling him to pay attention to Baochan's phone call. Ying Xiaonong also calmed down, and the three of them took a short break to listen to Baochan's corner together: "... Sister, we are a small theater troupe. I never thought about being famous... huh? Go to your house... oh..."

After hanging up the phone, Baochan turned around and saw the three people staring at him like a nest of groundhogs just out of their burrows: "What are you doing?"

"Whose phone number?" Kuang Zheng asked.

"A big sister I met when I was handing out leaflets two days ago," Baozhan put away her phone, "She is very kind. She helped me put the leaflets at the front desk of the coffee shop and handed out all of them."

Kuang Zheng glanced at Shi Kuoting, that means do you know him, Shi Kuoting shook his head.

"What does she want from you?" Ying Xiaonong asked.

"She works in an entertainment company. She said she wanted to organize our group and asked me to go there at night."

"Why don't you talk about this kind of thing during the day." Ying Xiaonong rolled his eyes.

"It's said that I'm very busy at work during the day, and I'm specially given some free time at night."

Kuang Zheng and Ying Xiaonong looked at each other, and a united front was quickly formed: "What's going on with us, you should explain it to Bao Chan." Then, he tilted his head towards Shi Kuoting and told him to go out with him.

Kuangzheng was a few years older than them, and he was also a crowd-pleaser, and he was very good at speaking. Ying Xiaonong raised an eyebrow to show that he understood, and Shi Kuoting immediately followed him downstairs.

Outside the building, Kuang Zheng lit a cigarette and handed one to Shi Kuoting: "That woman has no good intentions."

Shi Kuoting hasn't touched cigarettes for many years, Kuangzheng's cigarettes are so strong that his head hurts: "Isn't it? What if you really want to support us?"

These singers are too innocent, Kuangzheng took a puff of cigarette, "There is no such thing as a pie in the sky, she gave this sweetness just to lure Baochan into the bait."

Shi Kuoting felt that what he said was too evil, like a bloody TV series: "No way, let's talk about Baochan and a man, what can that woman do to him."

"Let him come to the house in the middle of the night," Kuang Zheng narrowed his eyes, "What do you think he wants to do to him?"

Shi Kuoting was dumbfounded, he had only heard of rich bosses defrauding ignorant girls, but he hadn't heard of women in their forties coming out to defraud young men.

"Your location," Kuang Zheng pointed to the street in front of him, "Cuixi Huadu is in front, Gaoshe Street is behind, 500 meters to the west is the largest wealthy community in the city, half an hour's drive to the east is the embassy district, financial The street is not far from here, and if you put up a sign in this kind of place, don't you think about it, do you still want to stay?"

Shi Kuoting had never thought about this before, and was completely stunned.

"Let's talk about the members of your group," Kuang Zheng flicked the cigarette ash, "Let's not talk about the body and appearance, all of them are very beautiful, and they are not very old. What if something happens?"

"Tell me this," Shi Kuoting swallowed, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting," Kuangzheng took a puff of smoke slowly, "It's just to let you show Bao more in the usual times. First, don't pay attention to that sister. Second, these people in the group pay close attention. You sing your plays. Don’t take opportunity and money too seriously, if you do, sooner or later there will be holes waiting.”

Shi Kuoting nodded solemnly, and felt wrong after nodding: "Why don't you tell Baochan yourself these words?"

"I'm not a member of your regiment, so it's not good to point fingers," Kuangzheng stubbed out his cigarette. In the past few years in the workplace, he knew what to say and what not to say, "You and Baochan have been together for more than ten years. Brother, you speak..."

He paused for a while, and Shi Kuoting waited.

"It must have more weight than me."

Shi Kuoting smiled, the words reached his heart.

Kuangzheng laughed along with him, except for Ying Xiaonong, none of Ruyizhou's group could play him well, and he was able to tidy up in a few words.

Shi Kuoting, who was as tall as him, approached him, pointed to the collar of the correct suit, and said sincerely, "You are really beautiful in this outfit!"

"Thank you." Kuangzheng put the cigarette butt into the small ashtray he carried with him, put it back in his pocket, put it on his arm, and the two brothers went upstairs side by side.

Baochan stood at the stairs, looking down from the gap between the rotating railings, Kuangzheng raised his head and saw him, a dazzling red with a little white like a pearl, condescending, almost fascinated him.

Two pairs of predestined eyes, you look at me, I look at you, like a thousand words.Kuang Zheng's heart was pounding, and he didn't know what he was dancing for. It was like asking the girl he liked for the first time in high school. He couldn't wait, and hoped that this moment could be extended indefinitely.

On the second floor, Kuang Zheng went straight to Baochan, but Baochan lowered his head and brushed past him, and went to look for Shi Kuoting: "Senior Brother, take the piano and walk out of "Xiaoyaojin"."

After being flashed for a moment, Kuangzheng quickly turned around, seeing Bao Chanlin coming down the stairs and glanced at him, but in the blink of an eye, he saw a kind of refusal to welcome, a touch of refusal to say something, a ghost, chasing after his butt .

Going to the stage on the first floor, Baozhan stood in the middle of the stage in casual clothes, Shi Kuoting sat at the bottom with a horse tie, Huqin walked up, and a piece of Erhuang guide board, Baozhan picked up Faner and said: "Father and son are sad in the palace garden. Weeping," Huilong turned around, "I'm so sad when I think about the affairs of the court!"

In the empty auditorium, only Kuang Zheng was alone. The people on the stage had no make-up or clothes on, but their gestures seemed to be no longer precious flowers. A beam of dim light came down, a glass voice, a pair of affectionate eyes, one lamented and one sighed. , Angry and angry, Kuang Zheng couldn't move his eyes.

This is Peking Opera, a magnificent art that has flourished on the land of China for 200 years. One last sigh.

Kuang Zheng walked towards No. [-] in the row, which was his seat.

He still remembered that day when Baochan drank wine, he held his hand and said, "Brother, you are the first audience in this theater. I will always reserve this seat for you."

He sat down slowly, like a real Beijing opera audience, ready to welcome a dialogue across time and space.

"Xiaoyaojin" is a traditional play. It tells the story of Cao Cao coercing Han Xiandi Liu Xie to order the princes. Liu Xiemi ordered his grandson Liu to attack Cao Cao, but the bloody order was revealed. Cao Cao entered the palace with a sword and beheaded the queen and her two young sons. The passage sung by Bao Chan is Liu Xie's monologue after the death of his wife, which is filled with grief, desolation and anger.

Kuang Zheng flipped through Baidu Encyclopedia, and the male actor with the picture was wearing a tuanlong yellow cape, tossed hair and a pom-pom brand, kneeling on one knee with a panicked face, with a jewel-like voice next to his ear: "Hate the traitor! The lone tooth root is crushed!"

Kuangzheng listened to the song, and read the lyrics line by line:

"To bully a widow dare not turn back in the golden palace, to bully a widow is like a wall being pushed down by everyone, to bully a widow is like the wind swinging a reed, to bully a widow is like a lonely lamp blown by the wind..."

The old events 2000 years ago are performed with the art of 200 years ago, but Kuang Zheng felt the same in an instant. He is not Han Xiandi, nor is he Cao Cao who forced him, but it seems to be him who sang by Baochan, a plant whose waist was broken by the wind of the river The reed in the house, a dying lonely lamp in the dark night, Bai Yinwu, the private bank, and the senior executives of Wanrong, all these weights weighed on his head, making him desolate, making him sad and angry, and making him unable to see his future clearly.

And Baozhan looked at him steadily, from the blurred stage, looking at each other with four eyes, his voice was up and down:

"To bully a man is like beating a mandarin couple with a stick, to bully a man is like a lone goose that is hard to fly, to bully a man is like a tiger losing its power, to bully a man is like a small boat in the middle of the Yangtze River, where the wind is raging and the waves are beating the wind, and the waves are raging. Can't go back!"

Eleven bullies in one breath, sang so that the hairs stood on end, and the eye sockets burned when he sang straight, and something hot and humid overflowed the corners of his eyes. He quickly covered it with his palm, as if he had been struck by a bolt of electricity or a thunder, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

The sound of the piano stopped and the lights went out. After a long time, the world around him seemed to disappear, leaving him alone with a beating heart. Amidst the beating heartbeat, he heard a voice:

"Brother, there is no barrier that cannot be overcome."

Kuang Zheng opened his eyes, in front of him was a face as gentle as jade.

Baochan squatted in front of him: "No matter how difficult the hurdle is, I will accompany you through it." He stretched out a hand, "Just like you accompanied me before."

Kuangzheng remembered that when Baochan was in the most difficult time, he once reached out to him, just to give him a high-five, but Baochan held his hand... Kuangzheng couldn't stop laughing, and grabbed the warm The palm of my hand, clenched tightly, very hard, very hard, as if never wanting to let go.