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After midnight, the dinner at the Chosun Hotel ended. The bosses left in their respective luxury cars. Under the silvery moonlight, Ying Xiaonong and Shi Kuoting walked home side by side, smelling of acrid alcohol.

"I said." Shi Kuoting bumped his shoulder into Nong's smile.

"Why?" Ying Xiaonong bumped back.

"Mr. Han said what kind of club, can it work?"

"It can be done," Ying Xiaonong blushed, even his ears were hot, "Han Wenshan is really loyal, he thinks for us wholeheartedly, without any bias."

"His wife is not in good health?"

Ying Xiaonong nodded: "Damn good people don't get rewarded."

"I see what Baozhan means," Shi Kuoting swayed, "It seems that he doesn't want to start a club."

"He," Ying Xiaonong gave two words, "too stubborn."

Shi Kuoting stopped and stared at him through the ignorant night.

"What are you doing?" Ying Xiaonong raised her chin vigorously, "Smelly drunkard."

"Don't talk about Baochan like that," Shi Kuoting said with a stern expression on his face, "He is the Baochen of Ruyi Continent, my Baochen, no one is allowed to talk about him."

"He's also my treasure," Ying Xiaonong sighed, "He's just...so pure, so pure that I'm afraid that one day he'll break himself into pieces."

Shi Kuoting frowned, the three of them came from the bleak days of Ruyi Island, there was only one road in front of them at that time, they naturally worked together, now that the troupe is good, there are more roads to go, and differences have come.

"Ideal is water, reality is shore, and water has to go along the shore," Ying Xiaonong looked at the moon above his head, exhaling a cloud of soft white mist, "Bao Chan regards Ruyi Island as an ideal, but he must not forget, that It's also the reality of everyone," he was born in a businessman's family, and he understands the importance of money too much, "You have to make money first, and only with money can you be qualified to talk about ideals."

"These rich people," Shi Kuoting knew what Bao Chan was afraid of, and they said "Boss Bao" one by one, but in the end, they were just playing with the opera singers, "There are always times when you get bored..."

Ying Xiaonong gave him a sudden call: "What's the sound?"

When Shi Kuoting turned his head, there was a pitch-black road in front of him. The winter night was bitterly cold, and a bit of dry wind brought faint cries.

"Damn it, it's the middle of the night, it can't be haunted...... Ah!"

Ying Xiaonong gave him a kick: "Hush!"

The two big men listened with pricked ears, and it was indeed crying, very weak, like the green belt under the overpass, "I'll go!" Shi Kuoting responded, "Child!"

child?Ying Xiaonong was confused, who would leave the child outside in the middle of the night?

"Fuck me!" Shi Kuoting shouted in front, "What a child!"

Ying Xiaonong hurried over and heard him pulling the zipper of the down jacket.

"Little hands and feet are cold!" Shi Kuoting hurriedly put the child into his arms, "My stomach is also cold, mother has no conscience!"

It was dark, Ying Xiaonong couldn't see clearly, subconsciously took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, under the bright light, a little baby with his socks kicked off pitifully cried and blushed.

"Close it for me!" Shi Kuoting yelled at him, "Shake the child's eyes!"

He has never been so fierce before, Ying Xiaonong didn't reply, and obediently turned off the light: "Abandoned baby?" His first reaction was to find the department in charge of this matter, "Send it to the police station?"

"The child is too cold, let's go home first." Shi Kuoting pulled up the down jacket, and protected his swollen chest with both hands, "Then what, go to the convenience store to buy some milk powder!"

Ying Xiaonong opened his mouth and stood there blankly. When Shi Kuoting ran two steps, he turned back and picked up the child's cardboard box: "Will you buy it?"

"Yes, I... Whole milk powder? Is it instant? Do I have to buy imported ones?" Ying Xiaonong is a shrewd person, but he doesn't understand the matter of breastfeeding children, and he doesn't fucking want to understand.

Shi Kuoting also couldn't tell the difference: "Ask the clerk!"

As he said that, like a father who grew up in an instant, he ran quickly in the direction of home.

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It was snowing again, and Kuangzheng was facing the big window, tearing off his tie, mung bean soup was boiling on the stove, gurgling, very homely.Baochan was changing clothes on the sofa, and time-lapse photography was playing on the TV. The swollen white mushroom and his flexible body were reflected on the window glass at the same time, and Kuangzheng watched intently.

They are in a relationship, but Baochan seems to lack enough self-awareness, taking off his clothes and changing his pants just under Kuangzheng's nose, as if he is despising his desire.

Or provocative.Kuang Zheng slammed his tie, and instead of looking at the window, he turned around and looked at him. There were three or five clear spines on his back, raised ribs when he twisted, and thighs that were fluorescent blue against the TV screen. Unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

Baochan noticed his gaze, feeling uncomfortable, grabbed the old man's shirt and put it on his head, messing up his short hair.

Kuang Zheng took off his shirt, rolled it up and threw it on the ground, revealing his solid figure. Since becoming the president of private banking, he has spent more time, and his chest and abdominal muscles have been trained better than before, compact and stylish.

He walked towards Baochan, Baochan might be a little embarrassed, and stepped back: "Brother, put on your clothes quickly...you've caught a cold."

Kuangzheng didn't respond, and kept blocking him against the wall step by step: "Look at me."

Baochan didn't look up.

Kuangzheng's previous girlfriends were all proactive. Baochan's type of "I'll shy away if you don't come, and I'll be shy if you come" has never been in a relationship before, so he doesn't know where to start.

He tried his best to pretend to be a human being, and rubbed Bao Chan's hair: "You make me look like an old hooligan."

Baochan leaned against the wall, still silent.

Maybe it was the sudden appearance of Mr. Xiao, or maybe the patience that had accumulated for too long was finally worn out, Kuangzheng was panting heavily, with his big hand through the shirt, he grabbed Baochan's ribs, Baochan jumped up, his hands clenched Grab his wrist: "Brother, what are you doing..."

"Who said that?" Kuang Zheng leaned forward and pressed his ear, "In this life, in the next life, and in every lifetime, I am the only one."

Bao Chan's face turned red, he didn't say that, he said he had no one else, except Kuang Zheng, he wouldn't be nice to anyone, and he was willing to do such...excessive things with him.

"Take a look," Kuang Zheng rubbed his hair with the tip of his nose, "have a look at the head office?"

Lips tightened and then loosened, Baochan finally said: "It's not... I haven't seen it."

The atmosphere was just right, Kuangzheng didn't think he meant taking a bath and changing clothes, he laughed: "You know I'm peeping?" He squeezed the thin ribs in his palm, "Pretend to sleep?"

Baochan suddenly raised his head and stared at him in surprise: "Wh-when!"

Kuangzheng wished he could just pick him up like this, he could be considered an "old husband and wife" after sleeping on the same bed for so long, anyway, if he hurt and cried, Baochan would forgive him after all, "You don't want to, huh? He grabbed Baochan's shirt and wanted to push it up, "You don't treat me at all..."

"Brother!" Baochan pressed the back of his hand, feeling ashamed and flustered, "Men and men... there is no way..."

Kuangzheng was furious at being teased by him, the more Baochan refused to give in, the more he wanted to go all out and do immoral things: "Who told you that men and men can't do anything?"

He carelessly kissed Baozhan's face, kissing Debaozhan blinking his eyelashes so he couldn't open his eyes, he curled his neck and whispered: "The man doesn't have...that..."

Kuangzheng is indeed an old hooligan. Baochan is so ignorant, so conservative, and even a little ridiculous when he said this, he actually boiled. He has had many women, and this is the first man. It turns out that he thinks homosexuality is nothing. But at this moment, he experienced a perverted pleasure, a strong sexual impulse.

"If it is possible," Kuangzheng asked while holding his wrist, "will you let me?"

Baochan looked at him blankly.

Kuangzheng urged: "Will you let me go?"

In fact, Bao Chan didn't know what to let and what not to let, but just tried to satisfy him: "Slow down, bro," he begged, "You're too fast...I can't keep up."

fast?Living together for more than half a year, I haven't even seen her from the neck down. Kuangzheng feels useless. In the past, he was the one who played with the little girl, but now he is played around by a boy singing an opera. Is this retribution?

"When..." Kuang Zheng swallowed his saliva, "When will you let me wait?"

He was wrong, these words should not be asked to Baochan, because Baochan has no answer, before he met Kuangzheng, he didn't know what it was like to kiss: "I... soon..."

"I want a specific date." Kuang Zheng didn't allow him to be perfunctory.

"next year……"

"too slow."

"Spring, Spring Festival," Baozhan murmured, "During the first month."

The Spring Festival is less than ten days away, Kuang Zheng couldn't believe it, he looked into his eyes: "Do you know what I want?"

Bao Chan showed the expression when he was called up by the math teacher in high school to answer the question, and he nodded.

No, he didn't know at all, Kuang Zheng could imagine that in his mind was the two brothers, one pretending to be a man and the other pretending to be a woman, taking off their clothes and hugging each other on the bed, caressing like a house.

Well, if you fall in love with such a person, Kuang Zheng can only admit it: "Okay, Spring Festival."

In front of Baochan's eyes were his shining chest muscles, he turned his head away: "Go and put on your clothes."

Kuang Zheng turned around, went to the sofa to look for clothes, and Bao Chan followed behind him: "Brother."

"Huh?" Kuangzheng put on the old man's shirt.

"Do you think... Ruyizhou can follow the path of a singer?"

singer?Kuang Zheng turned his head in puzzlement.

"Like those idols, men's and women's groups." Although this idea is bold, Baochan thinks it is the most effective. "Ruyizhou will also appear on TV and participate in programs, so that more people will know and understand Peking Opera."

An idol group that sings Peking Opera?Kuang Zheng doesn't know much about the entertainment industry, but he remembers that there was a folk music girl group in the past. With the good looks of Baochan, Ying Xiaonong, and Shi Kuoting, it seems that it is not difficult to be a Beijing opera boy group, but... Baochan is in Ruyizhou. He doesn't like being looked at twice on a small stage, but he can't bear to be followed by countless people on the big screen or on Weibo Zhihu, or even bullied.

"elder brother?"

"Bao'er," said a man with a successful career like Kuangzheng. If he wants to stop his beloved from taking this path, he must help him choose another path and pave it for him. "Why don't we set up a foundation? Running magazines and conducting publicity lectures in the name of the foundation can also promote Peking Opera.”

Magazines, lectures, Bao Chan shook his head: "These all need money."

"The foundation can make a profit," Kuangzheng told him. "IKEA is a group company controlled by the foundation. The actual controller claims that he doesn't make any money, and most of the income is tax-free."

Baochan didn't understand these advanced concepts, so he didn't answer.

"If a foundation is established," Kuang Zheng held his shoulders and met his eyes, "you can not only promote Peking Opera, but also support other 'Ruyizhou'."

Funding... other "Ruyizhou"?Baochan remembered that when they applied for funding, the limited money was given to the Tujia people to beat the mourning drums. Compared with the traditional arts that need funding, the funds are always less.

If this society could have one more foundation and one more person who contributes money to endangered art, he and his senior brother Xiao Nong would not be so desperate and difficult at that time.

No matter if it’s Beijing opera or beating drums, it doesn’t matter if it’s a foundation or something else, as long as it can help artists in trouble, he will do it: “Brother,” Baochan held Kuangzheng’s hand without hesitation, “We will do it.”