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Baochan clutched his phone and checked it every few minutes. It is now 07:30, and the person in charge of the foundation's inspection has already sat in the auditorium, but Ying Xiaonong still hasn't appeared.

The atmosphere in the backstage became more and more tense. Sa Shuang and Chen Rouen sat opposite each other, neither of them spoke. Mr. Kuang lay on the window, hunched over and looked out. Shi Kuoting walked in quickly: "No, I still can't get through."

"What's going on, brother Nong!" Sa Shuang couldn't hold back.

Ying Xiaonong is definitely not a person who loses the chain at a critical moment, Baochan worried: "Xiao Nong... nothing will happen, right?"

Shi Kuoting didn't respond, he also felt that something happened: "I'll call again."

"How about..." Chen Rouen picked up the phone, "Call the police."

"In less than 24 hours," Shi Kuoting shook his head, "the police can't do anything about it."

At this time, there were footsteps in the corridor, and they came here in a hurry, and everyone looked at the door at the same time, "What's the matter!" Maverick came in, holding a blue folder with acceptance documents inside, "Has anyone arrived yet?"

No one answered.

"I'll go to Brother Nong's house to find him!" Sa Shuang got up from his chair and rushed out.

"Come back!" Shi Kuoting grabbed him, "Stand by and wait for orders!"

Xiao Niu was also anxious for them, "What should I do now that it's a drama!"

"People are just sitting under the stage," Chen Rou'en said, "It's still from the foundation. If it fails the inspection and acceptance, it will be a disaster if our theater building is taken back."

There was a mess of voices, Baochan's voice was very soft but clear: "I'll go."

In this situation, it is inevitable to change the drama code, but what kind of drama to change, none of the dramas are as good as Danjiao, Shi Kuoting frowned: "What are you singing?"

If old students want to compete with laymen, they must be supported by Huadan in Tsing Yi, such as "Sitting the Palace" and "Wujiapo", or have a colorful face, such as "General and Prime Minister" and "Shuangtou Tang". Weakness that can't be supported by a single tree and can't be supported by one hand.

Baochan turned around and sat down in front of the vanity mirror, ready to rub his face: "Zhan Tongtai."

As soon as these three words came out, Master Kuang turned around from the window: "You can't do it, Bao'er!"

"Zhantongtai" is a play of the southern school. The most exciting part is the scene where Shuangtian official Kou Zhun and general Huyan Pixian are trapped by Liao soldiers and break out of the siege after going through all kinds of hardships.

Baozhan put the primer on her face neatly: "It's okay, Mr. Kuang, I have my usual skills."

Chen Rouen seemed to have heard of this play, but hadn't seen it, and asked Sa Shuang with her eyes: what's wrong with this play, is it difficult?

Sa Shuang hadn't seen it either. Those who graduated from the drama school only knew the dozens of plays stipulated in the syllabus. Let alone "Zhan Tongtai", even professional troupes rarely performed.

"Bao'er," Master Kuang reluctantly said, "If you don't do this kind of drama for a long time, I'm afraid you'll get too aggressive..."

"Don't try to persuade me," Baochan said after eating the weight, "I'm the head of the house, so I have to go up at a time like this. Not only do I go up, I also have to go up beautifully."

There was no sound in the backstage, only Chen Rouen mumbled: "The head of the group should go, besides, everyone is always the leader of the treasure and the disadvantage of the treasure. If you have real skills, let's show it..."

Sa Shuang glared at her and dragged her to the side curtain.

"Master Kuang is right." Shi Kuoting stood behind Bao Chan's mirror and held Bao Chan's shoulder, "Let's change it out."

Bao Chan was furrowing his eyebrows, holding on to the pen, and a pair of pink eye sockets looked at him from the mirror: "Brother, I can do it." He still needs someone to accompany him. Hu Yanpixian, "Can you do it?"

Shi Kuoting smiled, and made a lovely smile: "You called me, even if you fall to your death on the stage, I will still be there."

Baochan retracted his gaze and dipped his middle finger in the rouge: "That's it."

Put on good makeup, Sa Shuang waits for him to put on costumes, maroon cloud-pattern official robes, improved scarves, a pair of wishful wings on the back of his head, soft belts, white three-bearded mouths, whips around his wrists, listen Master Kuang's gongs and drums at the front desk.

Shi Kuoting was dressed as a martial artist, with a white helmet resting on white thatch shoulders, holding a spear, and his tassel was also white, standing behind him in a heroic manner, listening to the fire ahead, Baochan breathed out, and the curtain (1) sounded :

"Call General Bao old man—"

He gave Shi Kuoting a wink, flicked his sleeves, raised his whip slightly, and with his feet facing Fang (2), he stepped onto the stage like a wind: "Break through the siege!"

Singing with a piercing voice, there should be a "good boy" in this place, but there is only one person sitting in the audience, with a big back and a fat black suit, looking at the stage with a blank expression.

Baozhan appeared intently, followed by heavy martial arts work, riding horses, rubbing steps, and rounding the field, with only one quick word, as if sand and gravel were lifted from the bottom of the feet, and they were about to fly on the stage.

Without ten years of hard work, this set of opening scenes will definitely not be able to win. Chen Rouen watched from the side screen, and suddenly understood Baozhan's sentence "grit your teeth and work hard to the end". He didn't regard himself as an actor at all, An actor has a frame on his body, but he doesn't. He only has drama in his eyes, and his sincerity to the drama.

Here Shi Kuo Ting said: "Tianguan, be careful!"

Baozhan continued: "I hate the bandits too rampant, they trapped me in Fanbang," he was 28 or [-] years old, playing the role of a gray-haired old man, his movements were solemn, and his voice was strong, "I will move troops back to the court to break through the siege, call the general to be careful beware!"

Chen Rouen was amazed that opera troupes were most particular about schools, and they always said that they belonged to a certain school, but there was no school in Bao Chan's opera. When she sang Yang Silang, she was chic and elegant, and when she sang Kou Zhun, she was vigorous and hale, as if all schools and schools belonged to each other. It can be used by him, and it is reasonable to use it, and it is not bad at all.

Chen Rouen admits that he is wonderful, but this is just an ordinary play. Just now, Master Kuang's love for the baby seems a bit hypocritical... Just thinking of this, Baochan and Shi Kuoting reined in at the same time on the stage, and followed the sound of the suona. With a high kick, both splits and crosses hit the stage heavily.

In a blink of an eye, the audience was startled, they straightened their backs unconsciously, and stretched their necks to look at the stage.

Not to mention him, even Chen Rouen, an insider, was stunned. This was the first time she had seen Laosheng Wu. Before, she had never thought that Laosheng could have such hard work, and he fell down the stage with a loud bang.

The drums were beating and they walked forward. The two lay on the stage with their arms apart and did not move for a long time. Stand firm and support yourself little by little.

It is easy to get off the fork, but it is difficult to get up from the fork with only the strength of the legs. Chen Rouen has goosebumps all over her body, her scalp is numb and her eyes are hot. She thinks of Baochan pointing her lower back with a bamboo ruler and saying, "Where is this?" , She is really ashamed, compared with others, she is a joke.

The drama on the stage was still going on, Kou Zhun and Huyan Pixian were still fighting Liao soldiers to the death, Baochan stepped on the drumbeat, kicked four times in a row, stepped onto the table, took off the scarf on his head, and jumped Standing two meters high, he fell to the ground with his front fork, showing his white hair. He immediately got up and wiped his beard, and then got up all his energy, a falling zombie fell back on the stage.

In the short 10-minute play, every sentence has strength and strength, and every step of the way shows kung fu. There was a lonely applause from the audience, and it gradually weakened as the stage lights went out.

Shi Kuoting carried Bao Chan back to the backstage, the two of them seemed to have been washed with water, they were completely wet from the inside to the outside, as soon as they entered the room, Chen Rou En came to meet him, threw himself on Bao Chan, and called out sincerely: "Team leader!"

Bao Chan was so big that he had never been hugged by a girl before, so he raised his arms in fright.

"I'll never play temper with you again!" Chen Rou'en's blood was still boiling, and his regiment leader was like Kou Tianguan on the stage, a hero who never forged ahead, a hero who turned the tide, "I will definitely practice hard in the future. , To smooth things over, I will do whatever you want me to do!"

"Silly girl," Baochan seemed to have exhausted all his strength on the stage, and murmured, "Which girl doesn't have a little temper, she wouldn't be cute if she didn't have a petty temper, you're spoiled, and my brothers are pampering you."

"Team leader!" Chen Rouen hugged him tightly without looking up, as if secretly shedding tears, muttering to him only, "I was wrong..."

Baochan's face was covered in sweat, he patted her on the shoulder, and called Shi Kuoting wearily: "Senior brother, help me." He has kung fu, but he was not prepared for such a serious scene, and he lost his strength for a while. , "I can't stand anymore..."

Shi Kuoting hurriedly took him to a chair and sat down. At this time, Sa Shuang also entered the room with Master Kuang on his arm. Everyone hurriedly wiped his sweaty hair. There were footsteps in the corridor, and no one in the room cared about him. Going up to look, it's a mess, only to hear a clear voice: "I'm fucking back!"

Everyone turned their heads at the same time, and saw Ying Xiaonong standing at the door panting.

Shi Kuoting was the first to rush up, grabbing his neck and pushing against the wall: "Where the hell have you gone!" He yelled viciously, "Look at how tired Baochu is!"

Ying Xiaonong looked into the crowd, Bao Zhan was wearing makeup, and beads of sweat came out from under the paint, dripping unceasingly, "Bao..." He clenched his fists, "I let my dad catch me back this morning." I was only in my early fifties and told me to make a will, and took all my mobile phone and wallet! I..."

Shi Kuoting stared straight at him, seeing him roll his Adam's apple: "I knelt down for him before I came back..."

Shi Kuoting quickly let go of him, and Baochan waved his hand over the chair, meaning that he was not in the way, and told him not to blame himself. The room just became quiet, and someone outside said:

"...Mr. Wu, this way," came Maverick's voice, "the bathroom is in front."

"This play is not bad," this is the fat man who was listening to the play just now, "it's quite lively."

"Such a great show can't be seen anywhere else," Xiao Niu was proud of Baozhan, "Ruyizhou is an old theater company with a history of [-] years, or the foundation wouldn't give them such a good location."

Baochan and Shi Kuoting looked at each other, it was worth it after suffering so much and sweating so much.

"It's just something new to watch," said the guy surnamed Wu. "No one likes to watch traditional dramas nowadays. I don't like to watch them again." He complained arrogantly. Don't watch it."

Baochan's eyes turned cold, and his hands resting on the armchair were slowly clenched.

The restroom was just across from the backstage, and the surname Wu didn't pay attention. Before going in, he said, "It's better to watch acrobatics than to watch acrobatics. It's much more exciting than this!"

Maverick was waiting for him in the corridor, turned his head, pushed open the backstage door, and walked in, all the people from Ruyizhou stared at him, with the collapsed Baochuang in the middle.

"Baochu, did you hear that?" Xiao Niu said helplessly, "That one is still a professor at the Conservatory of Music. It's difficult for you to sing, because you don't have anyone who understands opera."

Bao Chan looked at him dripping with sweat.

"But I," Maverick walked up to him, "I can find you someone who loves to play."

He has resources, and these days the resources are money, and the conditions are a five-year economic contract.

"You are capable, all of you are relics of the sea," Xiao Niu began to incite them, "It is only a short wind to ignite a fire in the art circle of the upper class."

At any other time, Baochan would only smile at these words, but at this moment, he was tempted.

"I am your Dongfeng," Xiao Niu looked at everyone in Ruyizhou, "cooperate with me, and I guarantee that Ruyizhou will make a net profit of 20 yuan a month!"

This amount, even if they sing bitterly for a year, they will not be able to get it. Everyone looked at Baochan, except Ying Xiaonong, who opened his mouth to speak, but Baochan took a step ahead of him—gently, there was only one word: "good."

"Baochu!" Ying Xiaonong felt that he was influenced by emotions and was hasty.

Outside the door, a person surnamed Wu came out from the bathroom opposite, stood in the corridor and shouted, "Maverick? Manager Niu!"

"It's settled," Maverick was very happy, his face glowing red, "I'll draw up a contract when I get back, Baochu, let's talk tomorrow!"

He pushed the door open and greeted the other party warmly: "Oh, Mr. Wu! I kept you waiting..."

There was no sound in the room, and no one spoke until Baochan's cell phone rang, everyone was startled, and Shi Kuoting picked it up for him: "Hey Brother Kuang, you're here, okay, I'll take Baochan down... ...Ah? You come up, okay, opposite the restroom on the first floor, the entrance to the back stage...um."

After hanging up the phone, within 5 minutes, Kuang Zheng rushed in, and was about to ask what was wrong with Bao Chan, when he saw the sweaty person on the chair, he was stunned.

Time seems to go back to three months ago, and there are also such a pair of rouge-colored eye sockets and a pair of tiger-like eyes under the moon. Their eyes are facing each other. It's soft and hot, and it hurts like a knife for a person named Baochan.

Slowly, he walked towards him, and sure enough, the silly boy forced himself to smile at him: "Brother, it's okay, I'm tired," he tried to get up, "Go home and sleep..."

Kuang Zheng picked him up from the chair, the sweat-soaked outfit was heavy, but he didn't let go, and threw a sentence to everyone: "I'll take him away."

Holding Baochan out of the backstage, out of Ruyizhou, and leaving the blood-red theater building, he carried him into the car, started the engine and put it in forward gear, Baochan whispered: "The economic agreement... I agreed."

Kuang Zheng stopped the car and was about to talk when his cell phone rang, an unknown number, but he didn't answer: "They all agree?" He asked emphatically, "Ying Xiaonong agrees?"

The phone rang again, and he pressed it for the second time: "Baochan, that contract is not only for singing, but also..."

When the call came for the third time, he pressed the call button irritably, and Duan Zhao's voice rang in his ears: "Boss Kuang," he didn't call the boss like the others, but kept a distance from Kuang Zheng, "Youqin's there I got in touch, and they provided the keynote speaker, and the director and senior manager of the taxation department of the branch office were all present, but we had to provide the venue."

Kuang Zheng has been working as a VP for so many years, and he went straight to the topic: "What are the difficulties?"

"We don't have any money in our account," Duan Zhao said straightly. "A five-star hotel, large conference room, lounge, discussion room, and a lunch all add up to a considerable amount."

Kuangzheng did not hesitate: "You book the place first, and report the total to me. I will pay for it myself."

There was silence for two seconds, "Okay," Duan Zhao's tone fluctuated, "I will ask Xiaoxia and Xiaobai to contact the client, and the time is set for next Wednesday afternoon."

"No problem," Kuang Zheng never dragged his feet when it came to work, "Thanks for your hard work."

Hanging up the phone, before he had time to organize his thoughts, Baochan said first: "Brother, look at you, it's not easy to do something." He lowered his eyes, "It turns out that I only know how to sing, and it's hard to smash my head into pieces." I am willing, but in this era, if you want to improve Ruyizhou and let everyone live a good life, it is not enough to patronize opera."

Looking at him like this, Kuang Zheng felt an indescribable heartache.

"Brother," Baozhan raised his head and looked at the brightly lit Cuixi Huadu opposite, the sporadic light shone on his face, making it unreal, "I have to change."

(1) Muffled curtain: Refers to the actor who sings first before he comes on stage.

(2) North Korea: thin-soled boots.