narrow red

The next day was Sunday, and Baochan came to the theater after nine o'clock.Ruyizhou wants to arrange "Second Entry to the Palace", but the troupe has no shame. Ying Xiaonong invited Zhang Lei two days ago. The city theater troupe is busy with "National Essence Going to the Countryside" recently. He is only free on weekends, so everyone will make an appointment Go to the theater to rehearse today.

Baochan got off the Maybach, with tiny snowflakes floating on his head. When winter came, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the white mist dissipated with the wind.

Walking up the stairs, he subconsciously rubbed his left cheek. Yesterday at Wanrong Zhenhui, before returning home, Kuangzheng kissed him twice, one on the cheek and one at the end of the eye, suddenly approaching and leaving suddenly.

At that time, Baochan got dressed and sat by the bed, Kuangzheng opened the door and came back, calling him to go home with great vigor.

Baochan got up, but didn't move immediately, Kuangzheng understood what he was thinking, came over and grabbed his hand, and whispered in his ear, "I let the golden knife go."

He let Duan Zhao go, and with just one sentence, Bao Chan's face turned red.It might be this flushed face, or it might be the relaxation after the crisis was resolved, Kuang Zheng recklessly leaned down, kissing the corners of his eyes.

A kiss that couldn't find any excuses, Baochan was embarrassed and didn't know how to react, but Kuangzheng took advantage of his confusion, grabbed him with an inch, and leaned in front of him again, Baochan turned his head in fright, and the second kiss on the cheeks.

What if you didn't hide?Baochan thought, is it just...

He hastened to hold on to the railing, his legs were a little weak, it wasn't that he made a fuss, it was that he had spent 28 years in vain and was ignorant of these things.

Kuangzheng likes to touch him, he has known it for a long time, but he dare not admit it, every time he is pressed on the bed to expose his ribs, he is willing, he likes all the struggling, panting, and itching.

Like it, a natural feeling, but it makes him want to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, it's too shameful, too shameless, to be attracted to a same-sex, and then secretly pretend to be stupid.

He didn't know what Kuangzheng was thinking, after careful consideration, he still wanted to have fun for a while, but he knew himself, he was a stubborn and recalcitrant person, if he really fell in love with someone, he would be sure of it for the rest of his life, and he would go through it all. Meat, even if it is dead, will not change if the bones are smashed.

So he didn't dare to respond even for a moment, and could only evade cunningly. He would rather be a selfish bad person than be abandoned, left behind, and forced to miss him without reason. He will never find anyone else in his life.

His love is like this, a flower that only blooms once in a lifetime.

"Baochu," someone called out from behind, "what are you doing standing there?"

"Ah..." Baochan turned around, and it was Ying Xiaonong, "It's okay, I want to play."

Ying Xiaonong went upstairs side by side with him, took out the key to open the door, Bao Chan remembered the short video on Hot Wheels yesterday: "Xiao Nong," he looked at his flowery face, not knowing how to say, "You..."

"Huh?" It was cold, and the door was slightly deformed. Ying Xiaonong pushed the door open with his shoulder.

"Yesterday..." Baochan hesitated, "I saw you..."

Ying Xiaonong smiled and patted him: "What's wrong with my treasure house, have you been playing mahjong all night and you're so stupid?"

Baochan envied his casualness, so he mustered up his courage: "I was on the Internet yesterday..."

"Ying Xiaonong!" Shi Kuoting ran up, carrying two sets of pancakes, "Are you wearing my socks?"

Ying Xiaonong frowned.

Shi Kuoting pulled his left foot out of the army hook, and the socks were a little small, and retreated to his heels: "There are only two pairs of socks on the sofa, you put them on first, you must have worn my socks away."

"Really?" Ying Xiaonong didn't pay attention, "Come on, let's change."

On the sofa... two pairs of socks?Baozhan stared blankly at Shi Kuoting: "Brother, you..."

"We're living together," Shi Kuoting smiled at him, "It's not far ahead, the Yuanhang Community, after everything is packed, let everyone come over for dinner."

Baochan's eyes widened in surprise, watching Shi Kuoting enter the room, sitting side by side on the sofa with Ying Xiaonong, arguing and throwing the stinky socks on each other.

It's okay for them to live together, but after Ying Xiaonong told the whole world that "male-male couple", it seems that they are not so innocent.

"Hey treasure place," Ying Xiaonong jokingly stepped on Shi Kuoting's thigh, "What did you want to say just now?"

"No..." Baochan averted his eyes and turned sideways, "It's nothing."

He pursed his lips, turned and went back to the house, before he reached the door, a WeChat notification sounded in his pocket, and he took it out to see that it was a 30-second voice message from Kuangzheng.

He usually calls when he has something to do, Baochan feels strange, opens the door and enters the room, puts the phone on the table, clicks on the voice note, and goes to change into the practice clothes. After a brief blank, a low-pitched singing voice rang out in the small sunny room:

"Flower in my heart, I want to take you home...

You are the most charming Karma, you know that? "

Baochan said yesterday that he liked this song and wanted to record it and listen to it every day, so Kuangzheng sent it to him.His heart was beating uncontrollably, his body seemed to be weak, and his limbs were numb. After 30 seconds, he leaned over to the table, lightly, and clicked down again, like a self-deceiving fool, repeating this passage over and over again. singing.

Zhang Lei also arrived soon, and there were three characters, one Dajing, one Xusheng, and one Zhengdan. Shi Kuoting played the piano for them, and they only went through it once.

It was not until eleven o'clock when it was over, and Baochan couldn't keep anyone for dinner, so he sent Zhang Lei to the door, and was about to say goodbye, when a short-haired girl with a fair face and not short stature broke in from outside, and grabbed Zhang Lei alone. Lei's neck, and cursed loudly: "You eat what's inside and out!"

Baochan and the others were all dumbfounded, trying to pull her away, but Zhang Lei looked stubborn and yelled in that voice called Potian: "How Xiaojing, you are almost done!"

I didn't expect the girl's voice to be higher than his: "Zhang Lei, you kid is looking for money! How many times have I told you that you don't have a long memory, and you don't care about the work in the troupe, so you come to this kind of wild theater troupe Showcase!"

The words "wild theater troupe" rushed into Baochan's ears, and he lowered his face, and said with great momentum: "Girl, you are also in the industry, what's the matter with us in Ruyizhou?"

"Ruyizhou?" The girl with multiple surnames turned her eyes to look at this large theater building, with a look of contemptuous arrogance, "Isn't it just that there are a few stinky money, for the reputation of our city theater troupe?" Her sharp eyes , and glared at Zhang Lei, "This kind of bastard will fall into your trap!"

"Bao Chu," Ying Xiaonong tugged Bao Chu, and pressed it against his ear, "I remember who she is."

Bao Chan turned around with him.

"Remember the time I went to the City Theater Troupe to apply for a job," Ying Xiaonong repeated the old story, "The old girl who was with Zhang Lei?"

Baochan remembered that seven years ago, when Zhang Lei was in the backstage of the City Theater Troupe, Zhang Lei also entered the palace for the second time, and the actress who played Yang Shilang for him was a female character. girl!

Baozhan turned around, with a sharp smile on his face: "From your tone, it seems that the Ruyizhou brand is not worthy of the actors of your city theater troupe?"

"Oh," she laughed impolitely, "of course!"

Baochan is no longer the weak boy that he was seven years ago. Now he wants money and circles. When it comes to singing, he has the confidence to reach the stars: "In my opinion, He raised his chin and said calmly, "The city troupe is already in decline."

This is Xiaojing's lungs that choked so much, she raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes: "What are you talking about, you let money make you stupid!"

Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong looked at each other, and felt that Baochan's words had been said.

"Our Ruyi Continent is the one where the sun shines brightly." Baozhan was not a madman, but he pretended to be mad, wanting to fight for face for Ruyi Continent, "If you don't accept it, come to fight?"

Duo Xiaojing has a bad temper, so she suppressed it, gritted her teeth and said, "Okay," she grabbed Zhang Lei by the collar, and glanced at the three people in Ruyizhou, "Next week, if you have the guts, go to the City Theater Troupe." Come on, I'll set the stage and wait for you!"

Baozhan arched his hands chicly and made a fist: "See you later."

She gave him a hard look, and dragged Zhang Lei away like a dog.

Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong stood behind Baochan on the left and right, one said: "I'm impulsive, Baochu," and the other said, "If we really go to the city troupe to make trouble, we will fight with the entire orthodox Peking opera circle." Enemy."

After a while, Baochan asked, "Are you afraid?"

"Just kidding," Ying Xiaonong replied, "I don't know how to write when I'm so old."

"Hey," Shi Kuoting moved his sore wrist, "Are we a little drifting?"

"It's time to fight back," Baochan said quietly, but firmly, "Let Ruyizhou return to the vision of the orthodox Peking Opera circle."

After returning to the house to pack up his things, he went downstairs with his earphones on, and the WeChat voice was playing on his mobile phone. Xiao Hao opened the car door for him.

It was just after twelve o'clock when we got home, the snow was falling heavily, and the villa area was completely white, Kuangzheng opened the door, carefully swept the snow off his shoulders, and took him into the house: "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Baochan heard his voice all the way, and when he saw him, his face turned red involuntarily.

Kuang Zheng stared at his apple-colored cheeks, and asked intentionally, "Why didn't you reply to my WeChat?"

"I..." Baochan dodged subconsciously, "I didn't hear it."

Kuang Zheng narrowed his eyes, he was lying, this was not the first time, he cruelly stepped on his enthusiasm: "Bao Chan, I want to talk to you."

"Brother..." Baochan was afraid that he would say those shocking things, "I'm going to change clothes..."

Kuang Zheng suddenly pulled him back, with a lot of strength, he slammed against the door, his patience was at its limit, he was tricked and forced, he had never been so embarrassed in any relationship, but he still endured For fear of frightening him: "There's snow on your clothes, change them here."

But Baochan was already frightened, trembling his eyelashes, took off his coat in a hurry, turned around and wanted to go in, he didn't know what happened, maybe Kuangzheng pulled him, maybe he broke it inadvertently, the two of them pulled hard a few times. Next, as if struggling, lips and lips touched together, wet without warning.