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Bao Chan plays Li Keyong from "Zhulian Village".

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, Huang Chao raised troops, and the Emperor Tang fled to Meiliangchuan in Xiqi, and asked Li Keyong of Shatuo Kingdom to move his troops to serve the king. This is a character who can shoot through two eagles with one arrow. Loyalty and bravery, but also the grace of Yang Silang in "Sitting in the Palace", shaking the golden fan, looks like a thousand-year-old man inlaid with gold and jade.

"Even if Huang Chaobing comes here," Gao Shan Liushui's voice calmed down the discerning spectators who were full of veterans, "I will fight him gun to gun—knife to knife!"

"Okay!" The accompaniment hadn't ended, but the applause was already ringing out. The glamorous corners on the stage and the enthusiastic seats off the stage, Kuangzheng was infected by the atmosphere and cheered again and again, but he couldn't suppress the enthusiastic applause from the next door.

The guy in seat 2 was very excited, staring straight at the stage, staring at the jewels shining like coral, that kind of love and admiration made Kuang Zheng feel dazzling.

After straightening his sleeves, Baozhan got up and thanked his seat, his eyes involuntarily swept up the rows, seeing his brother, even with his face hanging and beard, he couldn't hide his smile.

Kuang Zheng also responded with his eyes. This is the affection close to him, and it is their ulterior mind-to-heart connection, which is a little smoky. The person in seat 2 suddenly stood up with a flattered expression on his face, obviously he misunderstood Bao. With a wide-eyed gaze, he thought it was him that was being looked at.

Kuang Zheng didn't bother to roll his eyes, snorted amusedly, and turned his legs sideways.

The next play is Ying Xiaonong's "Universe Front". The magnificent Da Tsing Yi appeared on the stage wearing a black tie. The person in seat 2 didn't even listen to a word, and couldn't wait to get up and leave.

Baochan entered the backstage, wiped his sweat from his head, and leaned against the table to drink water. There was a knock on the door outside. Before he could invite him, the door opened, and a tall, conspicuous man with rare light brown hair came in.

"Sir?" Baochan was surprised.

"Boss Bao," Mr. Xiao heard everyone yelling like this, and imitated it, "I'm here to listen to your play."

Baochan smiled sincerely, Mingzhu greeted him shiningly, Chen Rouen and Sa Shuang were preparing for the scene, he called over and warmly introduced: "Xiao Chen, Sa Shuang, this is the Uncle Liang I often mention to you..."

"Uncle Liang?" Sa Shuang looked at the guy in front of him. He was handsome at times, with a straight face, and a proper luxurious and enhanced version of a handsome man, but was he so old?

"It's the little gentleman from Uncle Liang's family," Baochan blamed him for talking too much, "Without them, our theater would not exist, and Ruyizhou would not be where it is today."

He introduced it like this, obviously with the meaning of gratitude, Mr. Xiao was a little surprised, and looked down at him.

Baochan's makeup has not been removed, and there is a light layer of rouge from the eye sockets to the cheekbones. "This color..." Mr. Xiao looked at it intently, and said casually, "It's so beautiful."

Chen Rouen and Sa Shuang looked at each other, cleared their throats in embarrassment, Baochan just smiled and corrected him: "Mr. Xiao, 'beauty' is used to describe women in Chinese, and it is difficult for men to use this word."

Mr. Xiao came to his senses and immediately said, "Sorry, I didn't mean you."

Chen Rouen and Sa Shuang looked at each other again, thinking that this nonsense was made up, it was an insult to their IQ.

"I mean Peking Opera," said Mr. Xiao.

Baochan raised her eyebrows and looked at him seriously.

"There are so many cultures in the world, and each nation has its own unique way of makeup," Mr. Xiao said casually, behind the knowledge and insights cultivated by his wealthy family, "Only Chinese opera is so bold, dare to put a large pink color Cover your eye sockets."

As soon as these words came out, not only Baochan, but also Sa Shuang and Chen Rouen were taken aback. They had sung for half their lives and watched people rubbing their faces with rouge. Maybe they were used to it. They never felt that this pink color was special. I didn't try to appreciate this distinctive color.

"Pink cheeks," Mr. Xiao raised his hand without touching the brow, but only made a supporting movement, "and the red between the eyebrows," he said sincerely, "is a unique art."

The word "art" is like two delicate nails, which slam into Baochan's heart. He was kind to Mr. Xiao before, mostly because of Uncle Liang, but now he is no longer. He sincerely regards him as a friend: "That... Little mister, sit down."

"Call me on an errand," Mr. Xiao stopped his hand from dragging the chair, "don't be too busy."

"Tongcha..." Baochan was not used to the weird name.

"It means flag in Thai." Mr. Xiao smiled brightly, showing his neat white teeth. "The flag of victory, Thailand is a Buddhist country."

Baochan opened his mouth slightly, and behind the awkward name was such a wonderful and perfect meaning. This person lives up to his name, and standing there is a flag, which expresses nobility and success.

"Are you free tonight?" Mr. Xiao glanced at his watch, "I invite you to have a light meal at Boeucc."

Baochan didn't hear clearly: "What's the wave?"

"Boeucc," Mr. Xiao quickly changed his words when he realized his unfamiliarity with high society life, "an old-fashioned restaurant in Milan that does good fish."

Sa Shuang turned his back, took out his mobile phone to look up this Poke, typed it several times according to the pronunciation, and found the closest one: the restaurant with the longest history in Milan, the capital of Italy, was built in 1696 and used to be a gathering place for princes and nobles The venue was selected as one of the "Top Ten Most Expensive Restaurants in the World".

"Milan..." Italy?Baochan was afraid that he would make a mistake, so he didn't dare to speak.

"My plane is at Lushui Airport," Mr. Xiao strongly invited him, "I will arrive as soon as I sleep, and it will be dark when I land. I have a seat at Boeucc. After dinner, we can go to the canal and wait until dawn." Brera Palace, these two days should be a special exhibition of 17th-century Lombard art."

He didn't know anything about the treasures he said: "Are you... an artist?"

"No," Mr. Xiao showed a regretful expression, "I run a business in the family, and art is just a hobby. I have a degree in oil painting and art restoration, and I plan to apply for a doctorate in art history at the Paris Academy of Fine Arts next year."

Doctor... Baochan couldn't describe how he felt at this moment. He was both envious and ashamed. He always talked about Peking Opera as art and the quintessence of the country. In fact, he didn't understand art. The things he said were compared with what Mr. Xiao knew. , too superficial.

They are people from two worlds, "No, I'm still..."

While talking, Ying Xiaonong came back from the show, Chen Rouen took over the stage, he raised his head with his sleeves folded, and saw Mr. Xiao, he was stunned for a moment, bowed his head and walked over.

"Xiao Nong," Baochan called to him, "this is Mr. Liang's family."

Every time he said this, Mr. Xiao wanted to laugh. How could he belong to Uncle Liang's family? Obviously Uncle Liang belonged to his family, but he never corrected him, because it sounded interesting.

Ying Xiaonong just nodded, took off her costume and sat down in her seat, without shaking her head or removing her make-up, she took out her phone and leisurely checked Weibo.

Mr. Xiao talked very rhythmically. He didn’t talk about Italy with Baochan for the time being. He just talked about Beijing opera and art. After talking about Chen Rouen and Sa Shuang’s dramas, there was a lot of noise outside, so he returned to his topic: “Let’s go. , Boss Bao, follow me to Milan, you won't be disappointed."

It is impossible for Baochan to agree to him, he has to go home with Kuangzheng, no night, canal, Brera Palace can compare with a simple meal in front of the TV.

"It's really not possible," Baochan clearly refused, "I have to go home and cook."

Mr. Xiao doesn't understand how a work of art like Baozhan can step down from the altar to cook for others. He should be covered in a vacuum cover, decorated with the best jewelry, and placed under the spotlight for people to appreciate: "Boss Bao ..."

"Bao'er..." Kuangzheng pushed the door open and came in, seeing Baozhan blocked by the young man in seat 2, his brows immediately frowned.

"Brother," Baochan poked his head out, his eyes shining like stars, "you come."

elder brother?Mr. Xiao understands that this is Baochan's cohabitant, and he should have cooked dinner for him tonight, no wonder he can swagger and occupy a row of one.

"Have friends?" Kuang Zheng straightened his tie subconsciously, and walked over suavely, "Go and take off your make-up, Mr. Han and the others are going to have a meal across the way to clean up Ruyi Island."

Cleaning up the dust of business closure and rectification, rich people care about this, so go to bad luck.

"Okay," Baochan pulled his arm naturally, "This is Mr. Liang's family."

Uncle Liang's house... Kuang Zheng was stunned, what's the family in Chiang Mai?The rumored little master, the heir to the Southeast Asian shipping tycoon, and the owner of tens of billions of assets worldwide, is this young man in front of him?

"You've seen it before," Baochan whispered to him on tiptoe, "You forgot?"

I've seen it... Kuang Zheng suddenly realized that that night at the back door of the Emerald Sun, this guy was drunk and paralyzed on Bao Chan, and he didn't look him straight at that time.

"Hello," Kuang Zheng smiled gracefully, "Kuang Zheng is a private banker."

"Hello," Mr. Xiao is as elegant and sophisticated, "He Shengjing, Mr. Bao's friend."

Two pairs of strong hands held together, and after a few seconds of contact, they weighed each other's weight, and the conclusions were similar: well-educated, good taste, although there is a difference in economic strength, but they are all successful people, and one more thing, There is a vague animosity between them.

"Uncle Liang has always taken good care of Baochan," Kuangzheng said in an unpleasant tone, "We are very grateful."

Mr. Xiao smiled slightly: "Where, Mr. Bao also takes good care of me." He tilted his head, "Your pig's feet are delicious, ah, yes, and thank you for your slippers."

Kuangzheng's face froze instantly. It turned out that he was the one who came to the house that day. He not only wore his slippers, but also ate his pig's trotters. That's why Baochan's "face was covered with yellow sand and his bones were incomplete".

"Brother," Baochan could feel the tension between them no matter how dull he was, he didn't say much, turned his head to get his coat from behind the door, stuffed it into Kuangzheng's hand, and said softly: "Wait at the gate." I."

He has not received much education and is not tactful, but he knows how to resolve conflicts in a tactful way. A coat and a sentence indicate nothing more than closeness.

Picking up clothes is like picking up people, and Kuang Zheng is the one who can put on a coat for him and accompany him home. With this reassurance, what can a good man do in this complicated world?Kuangzheng was favored by Baochan, and he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth: "Then hurry up." Of course, he also has full trust in his lover, and said goodbye grandly, "Mr. He, goodbye."