narrow red

Kuang stopped the car in front of the house, brushed his hair in the rearview mirror, and placed a bouquet of flowers on the co-pilot.He didn't dare to buy red roses, but bought white roses. The saleswoman probably thought he was giving them to his wife, and when packaging them, he specially inserted a bear holding a honey pot among the flowers, which was cute and cute.

He got off the car in good spirits, and he was in a good mood today. Golden Knife led Xiao Gu to Wanrong Zhenhui. Xia could get it with his dialect skills. With the support of Hyosung resources, the team cooperated tacitly, and the order was under control.

When he opened the door and entered the room, he was greeted by the smell of hot meat. Kuangzheng immediately became hungry. He put on slippers while holding the flowers, and saw Baochan in the dining room, eating ribs at the table.

"The rice is in the pot," Baochan didn't even look at him, "serve it by yourself."

"No," Kuang Zheng walked over with flowers in his hands, a little annoyed, "You didn't wait for me, and you ate first?"

"Hungry." Baozhan said coldly, seeing the rose in his arms, froze for a moment, and moved his eyes away.

Kuang was the CEO, and it was impossible for a little boy who was singing to lead him by the nose. He stood still and passed the flowers in front of him: "What's the matter, don't you want it?"

Bao Chan was cooking rice, and his cheeks were bulging and his eyes widened: "For me?" He didn't expect it, he was probably flattered, and he lowered his head coldly, "I'm not a girl."

"It's the same for men and women." Kuang Zheng raised the corners of his mouth and rubbed the flowers against his face. "The clerk said, apologize and send fifty roses. Follow it quickly, it's very heavy."

Baochan annoyed him, put down his chopsticks, carried the flowers over to the chair next to him: "Eat."

Kuang Zheng still didn't go, took off his suit and sat opposite him, very unreasonable: "You serve it for me."

"I deserve you," Baozhan said harshly, but it might be because of Hua, his tone was soft, "Go, it's going to be cold in a while."

Kuang Zheng didn't speak, his arms rested on the back of the chair, he looked like a hooligan, his feet were under the table and he hooked his legs shamelessly: "Are you angry with me?"

Bao Chan couldn't handle this kind of thing at all, biting the tip of his chopsticks while hiding, Kuangzheng was staring at his teeth biting the chopsticks, pinching him between his legs, entangled him tightly: "Where are you going, you boy look at me. "

Baozhan doesn't look at it.

"Isn't it just a box of things?" Kuang Zheng looked at his blinking eyelashes, "what's there to be angry about?"

He has no reason to be angry, unless he is like himself, with slightly sweaty palms and something hidden in his heart.

"Eat...food!" Baochan struggled with him, thighs rubbing tightly against each other.

Playing around like a child, Kuang Zheng felt hot, his whole body seemed to be set on fire, and he didn't know what shocking thing he would do in the next second.

"I don't know," Bao Chan subdued, "I don't know why I'm angry, I just think it's not good for you to put that kind of thing in our house."

Our family, three words, let Kuangzheng calm down, yes, they share a family together, not the kind of relationship that can indulge in flirtatiousness: "Ah..." Slowly loosen his legs, he nodded, "I won't let go from now on."

"Well," Baochan pursed his lips and got up to serve him a meal, "How much do you eat?"

Kuang Zheng stared at his straight and thin back, clearly right in front of his eyes, but as far away as a mirror, "I will eat as much as you can."

Baochan laughed and choked him with words: "I can hold you to death, believe it or not..."

At this moment, his cell phone rang, and on the coffee table in the living room, he served Kuang Zheng a meal, wiped his hands and went to pick it up: "Hello, Xiao Nong?"

Ying Xiaonong came up and asked: "Friday's play, have you thought about it yet?"

"I have some ideas." Baozhan waved his hand at Kuangzheng, telling him not to look at himself, but to eat quickly.

Ying Xiaonong was also eating, and took a sip of noodles: "Tell me."

Baochan sat down on the sofa: "I want to do a beautiful play." Speaking of the play, he was in high spirits. "Short duet, it doesn't need to be long, but it has to be fast-paced, energetic, and attractive."

Ying Xiaonong thought of a play, and Bao Chan also had a play in his mind, and they both said in unison: "Shuang Tou Tang!"

"Shuangtou Tang", also known as "Duanmi Jian", is a traditional old-fashioned face play. It tells the story of Li Mi, the head of the Wagang village, leading the archer Wang Bodang to defect to Tang Wang Li Shimin, and then turned against Tang Dynasty, and finally died in Duanmi. Jian's story.

"This play is good," Baochan worried, "but there is one problem..."

"We don't have any shame," Ying Xiaonong had already thought about it for him, "Don't worry, just sing, and I'll take care of the rest."

Baochan's voice is high and bright, and it is perfect for singing this play, but it is not easy to find a colorful face who can match him without being overwhelmed by him.

"Do you have someone to contact?" Baochan wondered, "There are only a few copper hammers from the troupe..."

"By the way," Ying Xiaonong interrupted him, "One more thing."

Baochan waited for him to speak, but Ying Xiaonong hesitated: "I'll return the key to the villa, the owner..."

homeowner?Bao Chan frowned and listened.

"He didn't look for you later, did he?" Ying Xiaonong asked in turn.

"Ah?" Baochan shook his head, "No."

"Oh……"

The more he hesitated, the more curious Baochan became: "I said what happened to you today, you are such a mother-in-law!"

Ying Xiaonong doesn't want her mother-in-law either, it's really about this...

"He gave me an address and asked me to deliver the keys. I went just in time..." He was very happy, but these words were hard to say to Baochan, "When a man broke up with him, he threw away his clothes and pants all over the place."

"Man..." Breaking up?Bao Chan stared, "You mean he..."

"Yes," Ying Xiaonong felt sorry for Bao Chan, "You have lived in his house for so long, I regret it!"

Bao Chan glanced at Kuangzheng, clutched his phone and whispered, "Did you make a mistake, maybe he just..."

"Hey," Kuang Zheng turned his head from the dining table, "What are you muttering behind my back?"

"What's wrong!" Ying Xiaonong was talking on the phone, "I tell you, the relationship between you and Kuang is not normal, be careful someday..."

"Ah...no." Baochan didn't know what he was guilty of, so he hung up the phone hastily.

Halfway through Ying Xiaonong’s speech, he saw that the phone was disconnected. He slapped the phone on the table and ate noodles angrily. The text message is nothing more than one meaning, I hope that as the eldest son of the Duan family, he can go back and have a good talk with the old Duan.

Ying Xiaonong finished eating noodles, threw the plastic bowl into the trash can, washed his face and brushed his teeth, came back to edit the text message page, selected all, deleted, then put on headphones and started playing games.

The next day, he got up late and ate something casually. Instead of going to Ruyizhou, he took a taxi to the Beijing Opera Troupe. He made a phone call in the reception room at the gate of the troupe. After a while, a person walked quickly from the courtyard , in his 20s, with a dazzling shaved head, shouted from afar: "Ying Xiaonong!"

"Zhang Lei," Ying Xiaonong smiled and stretched out his hand, "I haven't seen you for several years."

"Seven years!" Zhang Lei led him into the courtyard. Since Ying Xiaonong was recruited by the Peking Opera Troupe seven years ago and Ying Xiaonong was sacked here, they have never seen each other again. "How, where are you now? Are you still singing?"

"Sing," Ying Xiaonong walked on the wide avenue of the city theater troupe, lined with lush ginkgo trees, yellow leaves slowly falling with the autumn wind, making people feel unspeakably melancholy. I will no longer enter this gate, but today, the situation forced me to lose my arrogance, "In Ruyi Continent."

"Ruyi Island?" Zhang Lei had never heard of it before, "Private group?"

Younger actors passed by on the road, and they all politely called out: "Mr. Zhang."

"Yo," Ying Xiaonong's pretty energy came up, "You are all teachers?"

Zhang Lei patted his bald head proudly: "It's been seven or eight years!" He blushed, "Hey, is your group still able to hold on, do you need me to find someone to come in for you?"

Ying Xiaonong glanced at him: "It's okay, I can barely make ends meet." He waited for Zhang Lei to flirt with him, "There are eight shows a month, 20."

Zhang Lei laughed: "Who are you bluffing?" He laughed, "Eight more games!"

"What's the matter, don't you believe me?" Ying Xiaonong stopped and looked at him seriously.

Zhang Lei really didn't believe it: "Even if you perform eight shows, you can't earn 20 yuan," he said, "dividing twenty by eight, [-] yuan per show, just your small group?" He curled his lips, "Impossible!"

"Eight games, 20 yuan," Ying Xiaonong said with a charming smile, staring into his eyes, "If I tell a lie, I will fall to my death on the spot."

These words are very poisonous, Zhang Lei suppressed his smile and squinted at him: "Ying Xiaonong, are you here today to do something?"

Ying Xiaonong didn't go around with him, and said directly: "We have a performance on Friday, and we are short of a copper hammer. Come, I will add [-] to you for [-], and you will pay for the show."

Thirty thousand for a play, let alone a third-level actor, even the pillars of the troupe may not be able to get this amount, Zhang Leixin, Ying Xiaonong said that Ruyizhou is really rich.

But he is also valuable, and his worth is the establishment of the Beijing Opera Troupe: "Forget it," he raised his head, with the unique arrogance of troupe actors, "there is a rule in the troupe that you are not allowed to take private jobs." .”

"Really," Ying Xiaonong knew that his voice, Hu Yin and Zha Yin are beautiful, and he must be the only one in his heart, but his face was cold, "That's a pity, I wanted to invite you to our group. "

Talking to the downstairs, Ying Xiaonong didn't go in, chatted a few words and turned to leave, Zhang Lei reacted quickly, turned around and called him: "Hey, how many hours?"

Ying Xiaonong smiled as if the ice and snow melted: "What are you thinking brother, you can set up the stage of our head, a 10-minute play!"

Zhang Lei was completely overwhelmed, 10 minutes, 3 yuan, this is not singing, this is stealing money!

"You guys..." The expression on his face was indescribable, he was obviously tempted, but he was tense, and he couldn't hold back, "Where is it?"

Ying Xiaonong turned around, facing the way she came from: "Shall I show you?"

Zhang Lei has been in the city troupe for seven years. He has meals on time and occasionally on stage. In seven years, his salary has only increased by a few hundred yuan, but his belly has grown several times. He hasn't smelled the air outside for a long time. He thought about it : "Go!"

The two of them drove his car, a Haval SUV, towards the city center in the crowded traffic. While driving, Zhang Lei asked, "Is this the right road you mean? If you drive again, you will reach Cuixi Huadu."

"It's in Cuixi Huadu," Ying Xiaonong said lazily, "opposite."

Zhang Lei glanced at him with a disgusted expression of "Is there anything wrong?"

When he got to the bottom of the big theater building, he was dumbfounded. It was directly opposite Cuixihuadu, three floors high, and followed Ying Xiaonong to go in. The caisson, carved beams, and railings made him stunned. There was a section of hibiscus-colored wooden stairs , he stepped up and looked up, meeting Baochan who was going downstairs.

This was their second meeting seven years later. At that time, he was an outstanding graduate of the Academy of Chinese Opera, and Baochan was just a bag for combing Ying Xiaonong's hair. He didn't even remember such a person backstage that day.