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Baochan was wearing a long black gown with several cranes embroidered with gold thread on the shoulders.

This morning, Kuoting called him into the room, and gave him the long gown, saying that he had drawn 2000 yuan from Ruyizhou's income, and had it made to order by a master craftsman, according to his size, and it was exactly the same.

"You haven't had any good clothes for so many years," Shi Kuoting said while buttoning his waist, "You're worth 30 yuan, you have to look like a regimental leader."

Bao Chan grinned and showed his white teeth: "The 30 is not for me, but for our group."

"Actually, it's for you," Shi Kuoting stroked his chest, "In the scene that day, Sa Shuang and Chen Rouen were still young, Ying Xiao Nong was too beautiful, only you, with an unconventional Ling Xiaoqi .”

Ling Xiaoqi, Baochan looked at him, for so many years, this elder brother knew him best and thought of him the most, they lived together for ten years; Shi Kuoting also looked at him, so handsome, smiling Out of a small wine hole: "What's the matter, do you have something to say to your senior brother?"

Baochan lowered her head shyly, then raised it again, with a straight face: "Brother, although you are in charge of the account, the money in the account cannot be spent randomly..."

"Hey!" Shi Kuoting looked disappointed, "I'm bored!"

Baochan smiled: "Send it to everyone." He shook the hem of his long gown, turned and opened the door, with a calm demeanor, "I will make up for what I owe you all these years."

Right now, what Zhang Lei is looking up at is Bao Chuan, who is wearing a black and gold gown, which is imposing. As the old saying goes, clothes make a man, and he wrapped in black is like a dark cloud overwhelming the city, which makes people feel a little apprehensive.

Ying Xiaonong wants to introduce the two of them. Baozhan is not the same as usual, with a cold arrogance that rejects people thousands of miles away: "Xiao Nong, I know it," he chuckled, "The copper hammer of the Beijing Opera Troupe, Zhang Lei Teacher Zhang."

Ying Xiaonong was amazed that he had always remembered this person, his face, name, and business. It was just a hasty backstage scene of the city troupe seven years ago, but he still hasn't forgotten it.

"Please," Baozhan didn't say much, firstly, he didn't invite Zhang Lei to sit in the room, and secondly, he didn't invite Zhang Lei to sit in the room, and secondly, he didn't serve a cup of tea for guests, and led the people to the stage, wanting to have a play with him.

Zhang Lei only thinks that he is proud. With a price tag of 10 yuan in 3 minutes and an antique theater building in the city center, he has the capital to be proud, but this is off the stage. Show him off.

The two stood still on a small stage, and Zhang Lei was used to standing on a big stage, so he smacked his lips: "It's such a small stage, if it's a big show, it won't work."

"Small place," Baozhan nodded, "Teacher Zhang will take care of you."

Without accompaniment, Ying Xiaonong slapped them: "Big to the warehouse, the coat is big—"

This section is the original script of Xipi, Li Mi of Wagangzhai played by Zhang Lei speaks first, he is very angry at his dantian, and suddenly said: "At this time, I am so relieved!"

A voice that shook the whole stage, he has a gorgeous throat, bright, generous, and resilient, like a waterfall hitting a rock, or tearing a silk with a ruthless force, although the edges and corners are large , rough but delicate, with a memorable aftertaste.

Zhang Lei knew what he was capable of. If it wasn't for the city troupe's ranking of seniority, he would have been in the front row of the performance list. At this time, he was full of energy and sang: "Ask my brother, why do you look so sad!"

If the painted face competes, it will really be overwhelming, don't care about your old Tsing Yi Huadan Xiaosheng, don't even try to catch your voice when you sing.Baochan's Wang Bodang had to follow up, asking Li Mi why he killed his wife, Princess Heyang, and suddenly opened his voice, with a higher tone than Zhang Lei: "You killed that princess, why did you do it?"

He was calm and relaxed, and only took seven successes. With a handful of crystal clear glass emeralds, he sang so chills. Standing beside him, Zhang Lei was sweating. He thought he had a good voice, but now he saw that his voice was better than his. Fortunately, it was like a teapot with its mouth wide open had a lid and it was firmly buckled.

The golden crane on Baochan's shoulders flickered under the stage lights, swaying, fluttering its wings, looking at him half-turned, with eyes of a tiger under the moon shining brightly: "What is the cause of ungratefulness?"

Zhang Lei was supposed to sing "Drinking Wine in the Palace Last Night," and then turned to Xipi Allegro, and the old man began to sing while biting his face, but he opened his mouth, his throat stuck, and he couldn't sing.

There was a moment of silence on the stage, Baozhan accepted Faner, and let down his breath: "Teacher Zhang?"

Zhang Lei cleared his throat in embarrassment: "I caught wind on the way here..."

This is an excuse, Ying Xiaonong could see clearly from the audience, he was suppressed by Baochan, and he said in the line, "The little horn is afraid of the big horn", and he was crushed to death after singing just two lines, and he couldn't turn it over for a while. get up.

Whether it's acting or duet, as long as you cooperate, you should pay attention to being evenly matched, not only in terms of technology, but also in terms of momentum, otherwise you don't need others to fight, and you will be discouraged first.

"Teacher Zhang," Baochan said politely, "please take a seat and rest."

Just as Zhang Lei was about to resign, Baochan said again: "I have something to do above, so I'm sorry."

After all, he stepped off the stage and threw Zhang Lei on the stage like that. Ying Xiaonong felt that he was unusual today, comforted Zhang Lei, and chased him up to the second floor.

Entering Baochan's room, Ying Xiaonong closed the door behind her back: "I said what's wrong with you, I finally found a colorful face, listen to his voice, it suits you!"

Baochan turned her back to him and said nothing.

"Do you know how difficult it is to hire someone from the city troupe?" Ying Xiaonong complained, "I promise to give him [-] yuan!"

"Who asked you to ask for the price?" Baozhan turned his head and glanced at him with piercing eyes, "You go to the city troupe to hire someone, why don't you ask me first?"

He was angry, and Ying Xiaonong could feel it: "I only thought about the drama, as for where the person is from, I didn't think about it."

"You didn't think about it?" Baochan suddenly turned around and stared at him firmly, his eyes were not reproachful, but distressed, "How could you not think about it, you are just for me, regardless of yourself."

Ying Xiaonong avoided his gaze: "Baochu, you have prejudices against professional troupes..."

"Yes," Baochan rushed to say, "I have a prejudice against the troupe. I don't like them. I don't like them singing while lying there. I don't like them being blind. Even you are such a good student. Tsing Yi refused to let them in!"

Ying Xiaonong understood that from the moment Baochan recognized Zhang Lei, he understood that his indifference and arrogance were all for himself: "Baochu, seven years have passed, and it's all gone."

"No," Baochan shook his head, "I always remember that day, when you held me tightly and read the names one by one, but without you."

In the past seven years, he never said these words, and he kept all of Ying Xiaonong's unwillingness and grievances in his heart.

"I want to stand up Ruyizhou," Baochan clenched his fists, "not only for this century-old brand, but also for you, to fight for one breath!"

Ying Xiaonong couldn't help but be moved, he clenched his teeth, his shoulders were shaking, he laughed, laughing at the two fools who only thought about each other and didn't care about themselves at all: "Bao Chu, the city troupe didn't Lying there waiting for the opera to sing, you can listen to Zhang Lei's voice, it is bright and powerful, and it has merit, there is no waste in that compound."

Zhang Lei's voice is top-notch, Bao Chan admits, but when he sees his face, he thinks of the recruiting of the city theater troupe.

"You are the most modest," Ying Xiaonong, who has a temper, tried to persuade him patiently, "You always think about the troupe and the play first, and this time you can't make an exception for me. Besides, people from the city theater troupe They are not weak, it is impossible for us not to deal with them for the rest of our lives."

Baochan lowered his eyes: "Ruyi Island doesn't need them."

"If we don't need them, will we win?" Ying Xiaonong held his hand, "Whenever the city theater troupe rushes to provide us with a play, then Ruyizhou will win!"

Baochan raised his eyes and looked into Ying Xiaonong's eyes. He was right. Standing still is never the way out. No matter how unwilling or uncomfortable, you have to let go first and sing this "Shuangtou Tang" well.

Double Throwing Tang is a cooperation between Ruyizhou and the City Theater Troupe, and it is also a contest.

"Have you figured it out?" Ying Xiaonong smiled brightly, "Yes, I have to go down to the next one, you can come down later."

He left, the door slammed shut, and Baochan was pacing in the room. Seven years ago, Ying Xiaonong yearned so much for the academy, but he couldn't get in even though he tried his best. Seven years later, he had to go to beg for Ruyizhou No one can empathize with those who stepped in him, how he feels in his heart.

Feeling bored, Baochan wanted to call Kuangzheng, dialed the number, and answered in seconds: "Bao'er." Judging from his tone, Kuangzheng was very happy, even excited, "Brother just signed a big order, everyone can Unexpectedly, the order we can sign, the team fights, and the success is immediate."

Three intersections away, Kuangzheng was also working hard for his career. On the thorny road, Baochan had a companion, and a smile came to his mouth: "Really, then we have to celebrate."

"I'll go find you for lunch," Kuang Zheng said in a low voice, infinitely gentle, "Little Phoenix on the top floor of Cuixi Huadu."

"Okay." In just a few words, Baochan let go of his hostility, "I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath, straightened his back, opened the door and walked out.

When we met again, Baozhan faded away from his previous cold arrogance, Zhang Lei also adjusted his mood, and the two of them came back to the stage.

Baochan thanked him warmly, asked Ying Xiaonong to buy him a meal, said "goodbye" and went downstairs, the panamera was parked on the side of the road, Kuang was leaning on the car and smoking, when he saw him in black, he was stunned .

He has seen Baochan wearing a white gown, like a cloud, like a crane, as clear as a bowl of bottomless water, and wearing black in front of him has a special taste, cold, rustling, and extravagant, making people afraid to approach him.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Baochan touched him with his shoulder, "Does my clothes look good?"

The two of them crossed the road side by side, Kuang Zheng couldn't help looking at him, not only him, but everyone on the street looked at him, he was so different, with a unique oriental beauty: "Your clothes..."

"It's pretty," Baozhan pulled him across the last section of the intersection, "Brother gave it to me."

It turned out to be Shi Kuoting, but Kuang Zheng didn't speak. He never thought that besides himself, someone else would give Baochan clothes. This feeling is very strange, it should be a sense of crisis and a little bit of jealousy.

Xiaofenghuang is the most expensive restaurant in Hangzhou, the most expensive restaurant in Quancui Xihua. Baochan followed Kuangzheng and accidentally bumped into someone. They were two foreigners, with arrogant high noses and indifferent blue eyes. Kuangzheng was afraid of treasures. Zhan was at a loss, and was about to apologize for him, but Baochan held his head up, said "sorry" politely, and continued to move forward.

At this moment, Kuangzheng felt that he had changed, became elegant and majestic, and "stand up" just like what he had taught him.

For the first time, he saw some kind of wonderful masculine charm from Baochan, no longer humble and cowardly, but able to match him evenly. To his surprise, this kind of masculine charm actually made his heart beat even harder .