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On Friday night, Kuangzheng turned down two interviews. He came out of Wanrong Zhenhui at [-] o'clock and took a Maybach to Ruyizhou. When he arrived, the show was already halfway through. As soon as he entered the lobby, he heard the fairy voice of the Scattering Flower Goddess.

Take a look at the play sign, it is Ying Xiaonong's "The Heavenly Girl Scattering Flowers", and there are two plays side by side, Sa Shuang's "The Hook" and Chen Rouen's "Fishing for the Golden Turtle", but there is no treasure.

On the phone call the day before yesterday, Ying Xiaonong scolded him head and face, blaming him for being stinky and shameless, causing Baozhan to miss on the spot and unable to get down in front of so many people in the city theater troupe.

Kuang Zheng listened honestly and didn't refute a word. He was very clear about Ying Xiaonong's strategy. Baochan had no father or mother.

"Let me tell you, hurry up," Ying Xiaonong's original words were like this, "coax our treasure house, don't worry about other messy things, if you dare to do any outrageous immoral things, our brothers will not spare you!"

Kuang Zheng was not used to his faults in an extremely frenzied tone: "I've restrained enough," he threw the lid of the stew pot with a ding, "I only kissed once, on the mouth, and didn't touch any other places."

He stabbed the words to the end, but Ying Xiaonong had nothing to say.

Who is Kuangzheng? If he is intentional, there will be no bones left in Baochan. Ying Xiaonong guessed that he might have been sincere this time: "Baochu is not those little girls and boys outside, he..."

"I understand," he was innocent and ignorant, unable to bear the pain, "don't worry," Kuang Zheng assured him, "I won't move him, let him concentrate on singing the show well first."

To be honest, Ying Xiaonong was very surprised. He didn't even dare to expect Kuangzheng, a veteran in love, to be merciful to Baochan. After all, Baochan's heart is held in his hands. He is a bystander. What can I do if I go to the house on fire, I can only soften my tone: "Thank you...Brother Kuang."

This is the first time he called Kuangzheng "Brother", with such a strong temper, he had to give in for Baochan.

Kuang Zheng turned his eyes away from the play sign and walked forward into the theater. The audience seats were dimly lit, but the lights on the stage were brightly lit. Spinning and flying up and down, a [-]-meter rainbow-colored ribbon in his hand meanders in mid-air as if alive.

The auspicious clouds spread across the heavens, leaving the kingdoms of fragrance and traversing the great thousand.

All the worlds are like a green smoke passing by, and they come to Biboyan in an instant.

A bright and moving play, Kuang Zheng wanted to find a seat nearby to watch, when he glanced, he found that there was an empty seat in the middle of the first row, which seemed very abrupt among the densely packed audience.

"You are the first audience in this theater," Baochan's bewildered drunkenness suddenly emerged from the depths of his memory, a beam of light and a drop of water are so moving, "I will always reserve this seat for you."

Kuang Zheng suddenly remembered that one row in a row was his seat.

For such a long time, Baochan has been reserved for him, but he never came.He blamed himself for being careless, and walked up to the light. The outstanding tall man, with a luxurious and straight long coat, attracted everyone's attention. When he walked to the seat, he saw a note stuck on it, with the words "reserved" written on it. , so he took off his coat and sat down.

"Green willow branches sprinkle nectar on the three thousand worlds, as if I scattered the pollen from the sky to the ten directions, and my eyes are full of clear and wonderful realms, urging Xiangyun to drive Ruicai to the Buddhist field as soon as possible!"

Ying Xiaonong flicked up the colored silk, looked back, and saw him among the colorful colors, with a faint smile on his lips, walked to the end door with small steps, the kite turned over and squatted down to appear, and the colorful ribbon slowly fell behind him , as if it is really a fairy house in the sky, stepping lightly on a rising cloud.

There was a booming sound from the audience, Ying Xiaonong pulled up his sleeves and went backstage, seeing Baochan leaning on the table drinking tea, he leaned over and whispered, "Your brother is here."

"Who?" Baochan didn't respond.

Ying Xiaonong winked at him: "The surname is Kuang."

Bao Chan froze for a moment, turned his head away: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Really," Ying Xiaonong pulled him towards the side screen, "Look, the most handsome one is number one in a row."

Number one in a row, Baochan's heart moved violently, like a girl secretly scrutinizing her sweetheart, leaning against the side curtain and looking down, Kuangzheng was really sitting there, wearing a sunset-colored wool suit with a rare tie knot There is a diamond-encrusted metal hoop on the ground, which shimmers slightly when viewed from a distance.

When he came, Baochan's heart was beating vigorously, "Xiao Nong," he said eagerly, "Xiao Chen finished singing, I'll go."

There is no Baochan play today, and he is not in good condition during the rehearsals for the past two days, his voice is stuck in his throat, "Are you okay?" Ying Xiaonong feared that he would be brave, "This is not the city theater troupe, it is our home stadium!"

If this fails, Ruyizhou really don't mess around, "I can do it," Baozhan said firmly, with Ling Ran's air of an old man in charge, "Ganlu Temple, sing a cappella."

Ying Xiaonong was stunned. The city troupe the day before yesterday was Ganlu Temple. In the same play, he picked it up when he stumbled. Is he really sure?

Chen Rouen sang on the stage "

Abandoning the mother and child to spend time hard", Baozhan sat quietly in the background, closed his eyes, thinking about rectification, he only sang this play for him, the person he likes, his number one in a row, he wants to let He saw that an ugly duckling like himself would also shine.

Chen Rouen came back wiping his sweat, Baochan got up from the table, with an air like a bamboo, and a figure like a white crane, he grabbed the lacquer fan that Ying Xiaonong put on the table, and walked towards the stage as if he was ignorant of everything .

After the three plays were performed, the audience in the audience should leave logically, but Kuang Zheng felt that they were all sitting there, looking at him, he subconsciously turned his head to look, and was stunned.

It was a face that everyone in the financial street knew. The largest shareholder of Dingtai Securities, surnamed Du, nicknamed Du Laogui, was notoriously difficult to serve, but at this time he looked at him gently and nodded to Kuangzheng.

Kuang Zheng tried to stay calm, and politely replied "Hello". When he was doing mergers and acquisitions in Wanrong, it was worth talking about being able to ride the same elevator with a boss of this level. It is unimaginable. Today, Mr. Du The ghost unexpectedly appeared in Baochan's auditorium, and was still beside him.

Suddenly, the stage fell silent, and everyone looked up on the stage. It was Bao Zhan, who appeared on the stage like a breeze entering the forest, without makeup, wearing only his usual exercise clothes, a snow-white figure, holding a fan, standing gracefully on the stage. under the light.

"Thank you all for your love for Xiaotuan," he bowed deeply, his voice was like water, "It's just on the weekend, and the students will sing a section of Ganlu Temple, please be gentle."

Kuang Zheng could feel that there was a moment of excitement in the audience, but no one made any noise, but waited for him silently, waiting for him to speak for everyone——

"Admonish Qiantui—" Jin Yu came out of Bao Chan's throat as if striking each other. It was not very bright, but it had a gentle and twisted charm, "Stop killing the word!"

With just one sentence, the hairs on Kuangzheng's arms stood up. He had heard his play, "You Long Xi Feng", the charming Li Feng and the romantic Emperor Zhengde in the middle of the night after being drunk.But this time is different, there is no love between men and women, it is not a melody, but an aura of arrogance, which turns into a happy wind that fills the ears.

Baochan held the fan in his arms, leisurely and contentedly, as if he was meeting friends in a play, and he was chic and romantic: "Liu Bei was originally the heir of Prince Jing, and the great-great-grandson of Emperor Han stayed in his lineage, and he has a second younger brother." The rhythm changed here, Entering Xipi Liushui, "Han Shouting Hou, Qinglong Yanyue, gods and ghosts are all worried!"

Kuang Zheng didn't know much about opera, but he could hear the energy in it. What surprised him the most was that the entire audience was beating along with him. The rhythm on and off the stage was completely the same. In Li Cone's square inch, with a simple voice, with undeniable talent and demeanor, these bigwigs at the top of the pyramid are toyed with applause.

"To kill Wen Chou in front of Baimapo, he beheaded old Cai Yang in the ancient city!" The day before yesterday at the city troupe, right here, Bao Chan tore a good stanza into broken beads.

Because of rectification, because of a kiss that was distracted.

Today in Ruyi Continent, also because of Zhengzheng, he wanted to pick up these beads one by one, and reattach them together: "His third brother Yi De is majestic, and Zhang Ba Snake Spear is used to picking throats!"

"Okay!" Someone in the back row said yes.

It was a tepid play, but Baochan sang enthusiastically. For the good of this song, he raised his hand with a smile, and suddenly opened the colored fan, and with a swish, it shone in front of him: "His fourth disciple Long General Chang Shan, the unrivaled hero crowning Kyushu!" His voice seemed to have been sanded with the finest sandpaper, and it became more and more beautiful and brighter, "Chang Banpo, save Adou, and kill Cao Bing with sorrow!"

Baozhan on the stage has a magical power, holding Kuangzheng's eyes, ears and heart. Every sense is controlled by him. He called brother every sound, and fell in love with him at this moment.

"Which one of these generals has, and Zhuge uses tricks!" Baochan was on the stage, but his heart fell on the audience, his eyes were obsessed with Kuangzheng, and he said, "It doesn't matter if you kill Liu Bei, his brother knows it is true." How dare you give up, if you raise troops to fight, Cao Cao will reap the benefits!"

Across a barrier, Kuang Zheng looked up at him, listened to the stories in his mouth, and followed his heartbeat. They seemed to know each other again in another time and space and in another way.

"I'll turn around and play the Empress Dowager," Baozhan snapped away the folding fan, turned around, looked over his shoulders, and still cast his eyes on Kuangzheng, "I'll do the trick—Jie Luanchou!"

Kuang Zheng didn't learn Chinese, but he also knew the meaning of the word. Tonight, in Ruyizhou, he made a clear wish for the first time. The Luan of the next eternity.

At the end of the song, there was prolonged applause. All the audience stood up and shouted "Boss Bao" excitedly. Kuangzheng was infected by the atmosphere and applauded desperately. Bow, like the last ray of starlight disappearing in the early morning, it flickered a little, and then hid behind the scenes.

It's over, the excitement that Baozhan brought to the audience is too strong, like a knife shining coldly, or like a hand firmly strangling the throat, now the knife is sheathed, and the hands are loosened, straightening In order to gain peace, take a good breath.

As soon as he took a breath, the bosses on the left and right gathered around, greeted him enthusiastically, and handed him his business card, "I've always been curious about this reserved number one row," someone said, "I finally saw the true face of Lushan today! "

"What's the relationship with Boss Bao?" Someone also asked, after all, Baochan's eyes on the stage were too unusual.

"Wanrong Zhenhui..." Someone held Kuangzheng's business card and exclaimed again and again, "Isn't it the private bank that was famous in the international financial circle a few days ago, Zhan Guohong!"

Amidst many compliments, true or false, another business card was handed over. Kuangzheng looked down, and it was written in both Chinese and English: Zhengcai Electronics, Zhang Rong.

Kuang Zheng raised his head, and sure enough, it was that familiar face, right here, on the third floor of Ruyi Island, this guy once pointed to his nose and said, "I only use you because I see you are good enough for my grandson!" The second face greeted warmly: "Long time no see, Mr. Kuang!"