narrow red

There was no play on Thursday night, and after lunch, Baochan received an invitation to sing at home in the afternoon.The person who invited him was surnamed Kang, and he was one of the first people who followed Han Wenshan to listen to the opera. He was in his 60s, an old man who always smiled and was very kind and polite.

Because he is an old man, Baozhan agreed without thinking too much, took the car that came to pick him up, and went to Deyi City not far from the city center. The distance between the buildings is also close, and it looks a little cramped from a distance.

A person like a family secretary led him up to the third floor, turned one corner after another, and in the small corridor leading to the study, the person answered the phone, saying that Mr. Kang's board of directors was not over yet, and he wanted to invite Baochan wait a minute.

There is a beige sofa chair under the corridor window, next to the study door, Bao Chan took off his coat and sat down there.

He is wearing a black long gown made by Shi Kuo Ting today. The golden crane on his shoulders flutters its feathers to welcome the sunlight outside the window. Foreign watches, things that are irrelevant to horses and cattle, complement each other perfectly in him.

Waiting in vain was really boring, so Baochan took out his mobile phone and called Kuangzheng, he was probably busy, but there was no answer there, someone suddenly shouted in the corridor in the distance: "Where are you going, kid, I saw you!"

Then there was a series of giggling children's laughter, and not long after, a four or five-year-old boy ran out from the corner, with a white and chubby face, and some flesh on his chin. When he saw Baochan, his big eyes blinked curiously, Lie down on the ground, buttocks pouted and burrowed under his long gown.

"Dirty!" Baochan got up and wanted to hug him, but the child grabbed his trouser legs, and ordered in a childish voice: "Sit down, hide and seek!"

Bao Chan was amused by his little grown-up appearance, turned around and sat down, and covered him with a long gown. Soon, a young man came chasing from the corner. A row of gemstone earrings, red orange yellow green blue blue purple, is a gradient of rainbow colors.

Bao Chan jumped up from the bench, his eyes widened in surprise.

That man also recognized him, last time he got into the wrong car in the middle of the night, and even instigated his mistress to smash the glass of his car, "I'm fucking you," he glanced at Bao Chan's attire, and then at the door behind him , with a strange expression, "Where's your love brother, who is so awesome that he is desperately fighting with me, he doesn't care if you come out to do this?"

Brother Qing, Baozhan blushed, "Don't talk nonsense."

That kid was fooling around, and smiled at him with his arms folded: "Is it messed up? I messed with mine. Why are you blushing?"

The last time it was in the car, Baochan was afraid of accidents, but now he is firmly on his feet, Baochan does not show weakness at all: "Your heart is dirty, everything is dirty."

The kid rolled his eyes, with an expression of not sure who is dirty: "Okay, you are all here, is it interesting to deny it?" He yelled, "Kang Zhuang, come out for me!"

Baochan didn't know who he was calling, the empty corridor was silent.

"Did you hear that?" The kid stomped his feet vigorously, "If you don't come out, I'm leaving!"

Suddenly, the hem of Baochan's gown fluttered, and the chubby child arched and got out from under the chair.

"You worthless," the kid saw him, tilted his head, and beckoned, "Come here."

The fat boy didn't move, because he didn't hide like a cat, he pouted aggrievedly.

"What are you doing?" the inch-headed boy first yelled at him, "You man, please don't babble!" Then he patted his head lovingly, "Come on, I'll take you downstairs to play."

The fat boy was amused, and tiptoed to reach for his hand. Baochan looked at them like a pair of brothers who had a good relationship, but they didn't look like the same age gap. Just as he was puzzled, Kuangzheng called back.

"Bao'er," the other side suppressed his voice, explaining the first sentence first, "I just had a client."

"Well, I'm fine," Baochan also whispered, turning his back, "I came to sing at a guest's house, I have to wait for a while, and I called you when I was bored."

Hearing what he said, the inch-headed boy turned around quickly, frowning and looking at him.

"It's okay," Baochan turned to the window with a smile on his lips, "I'm an old man who often comes to the theater, um... go out to eat? Farewell, I'll make it for you when I get home. What do you want to eat?"

The inch-headed boy frowned even more. Seeing that he wouldn't leave, the little fatty tugged at him anxiously. He bent down, hugged him like a watermelon, and walked towards Baochan.

Baochan hung up the phone, turned around, saw the guy rushing towards him, and subconsciously took a step back. At this moment, a loud voice sounded in the corridor: "Boss Bao!"

Both Baochan and the boy turned their heads, and it was the old man surnamed Kang who had returned. He had neat short hair, although it was grey, but very thick, and his face was ruddy, with a bit of hale and hearty demeanor.

"Mr. Kang." Baochan nodded.

"Father!" the little fat man called loudly.

Baochan was amazed that the 60-year-old man and the [-]-[-]-year-old child would not think they were father and son, but more like a pair of grandparents.

The surname Kang rubbed his son's face, and was very indifferent to the boy who was holding the child: "What are you doing back?"

"Kang Zhuang misses me." That guy was also very cold, with his chin raised rebelliously, "We play our game," he took a deep look at Bao Chan, "You play your game."

The one surnamed Kang glared at him immediately, turned his face, and smiled kindly at Bao Chan: "Thank you, Boss Bao, for taking the time to come to the humble house." He invited him into the study, "I, old fellow, am blessed today!"

Baochan felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. Looking back, the kid was staring at him arrogantly. He didn't look like a good person no matter what. Baochan withdrew his gaze and followed Kang into the room.

It was a somewhat dark room, with many books on it, and a few glass jars on the big table, filled with medicinal wine, stuffed with all kinds of long things, Baochan had never seen it before, and thought it was scary.

"Mr. Kang," he didn't dare to go in, "Which part do you want to hear?"

Kang entered the room and took off his suit, and put it on the back of the chair. There was a bed in the back of the room. There were some metal equipment beside the bed. I don’t know what they were for. Bring a glass of water: "Come on, Boss Bao, moisten your throat first."

"Thank you." Baochan took the cup and was about to drink when someone knocked on the door.

The person surnamed Kang didn’t want to talk about it, but he couldn’t justify it, and asked irritably, “Who!”

"Dad," the door was pulled open from the outside, and the guy with the jewel ears hadn't left, "me."

They were indeed father and son, Baochan was not surprised, he picked up the cup and wanted to drink again, but the boy interrupted him very rudely: "Hey, come out with me."

"Kang Chi!" Boss Kang seemed to be in a hurry, and suddenly patted the table, "Get out!"

The kid smiled, raised the corners of his mouth viciously, and pointed at Bao Chan: "This kid owes me money." His mouth was very dirty, dirty for no reason, "You let him say for himself, do you owe me a windowpane?" .”

Baochan thinks this house is weird. There is an old man who is kind and irascible at the front, a pair of brothers with a difference of more than 20 years in age, and a dark and weird study room. He looks at the boy outside the door. They clearly talked just now, and he I didn't mention the matter of paying for the glass at all, but suddenly mentioned...

Baochan didn't trust him, who would trust someone who kidnapped him in the middle of the night, but at this moment, he put down his glass and lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry Mr. Kang, I do owe him money, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be right back. "

I don't know if it's the light in the room or something, but Mr. Kang's expression looked ferocious, but for a moment, he quickly pulled out a hypocritical smile and nodded: "I'll wait for you."

Baochan turned around and took a look at Kang Qian before leaving the door. With this look, he found that the boy was obviously relieved, and it was for himself.

Walking out of the study room, the door was closed behind him, before Bao Chan could ask what was going on, Kang Chi grabbed his arm with one hand, picked up his coat from the bench with the other, and pushed him out in a hurry: "Hurry up. "

"What's going on?" Baochan didn't want him to touch it, "tell me clearly, I have to go back to singing..."

"Go back to the dick hair!" Kang Qian's mouth is really stinky, but behind the vulgar language, there is only a little kindness in him, "Go back and let the old pervert play tricks!"

Old pervert... Bao Chan's head thumped. There were rows of medicinal wine on the desk in the study, metal equipment standing by the bed, and a glass of water that took a long time to bring. He followed Kang Ti and walked downstairs quickly. At the door, the person who looked like a secretary appeared again, and stopped them with a smile: "Master..."

"Get out!" Kang Ti didn't let him speak at all, and pushed his chest to open the way for Bao Chan, Bao Chan put on his coat and ran out, in a completely unfamiliar environment, his eyes were darkened, in the middle of rows of luxury cars, looking To that blue Aston Martin.

He ran over, almost at the same time, Kang Ti pressed the car key, the headlights flashed, Bao Chan opened the door and sat in the co-pilot, a few seconds later, Kang Ti came up, the seat belt was not on, and he turned out Villa, he rushed out of Deyi City, looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Call your brother."