narrow red

Baochan came home from Yangyang Entertainment, opened the door and entered the room, Kuang's mother came out of the room, wearing a red sweater, smiling: "Little Bao'er is back!"

"Auntie," Baochan likes this feeling very much. No matter how big the room is, it will be warm with a mother. He took off his coat and handed over the cigar chocolates he bought on the way. "I bought some snacks, you can try them."

"Oh," Kuang's mother took the small wooden box with a black label on it. She didn't understand the winter restrictions, so she just smiled, "Little Bao'er is interested, come and eat with auntie."

As she spoke, she looked at Baozhang. She was a beautiful child. She was not tall, but her shoulders were straight and her face was protruding. She wore a clean white shirt and a silk scarf with landscape patterns, which had been ironed desperately, like a new one. The glazed thin porcelain body is like the moon in a Chinese painting, elegant and subtle.

That temperament is so good, Kuang's mother thought, no wonder her son's eyes seemed to be fixed, unable to move away.

"Little Bao'er," she asked while opening the chocolate, "how old are you this year?"

Baochan went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and came over clean: "I'm 28, auntie."

28... Kuang's mother rolled her eyes and turned back ten years. When she first met Kuangzheng, he was probably not yet an adult: "Oh, Shiqiba is too young..."

"Ah?" Baochan sat down beside her.

"No...it's nothing!" Kuang's mother smiled and patted his leg, scolding her unlucky son a hundred and one hundred times in her heart, he provoked such a young child, he did evil!

Opening the box, there were only five chocolates in it, and she took out one to Baochan: "Little Bao'er, it's been hard for your brother to take care of you these years."

these years?Baochan was a little embarrassed, and didn't eat the chocolate: "Auntie, I and my brother...we haven't known each other for long."

A few or two sentences, every sentence with "auntie" in it, Kuang Zheng said that he has no parents, but according to Kuang's mother, this child's tutoring is better than many young people who have parents: "Ah yes, Auntie said casually," she looked at the chocolate in Baochan's hand, knowing that he was nervous, "Hurry up, it's going to melt."

Baochan couldn't eat anymore, he felt that today's Kuang's mother came prepared.

Sure enough, she continued to ask: "By the way, little Bao'er, you are 28, how many girlfriends have you had?"

Baochan's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head.

"Oh, I'm still embarrassed!" Kuang's mother smiled kindly, "What's the embarrassment with Auntie? After the Chinese New Year, your brother Xiaozheng will go on a blind date. If you don't have a girlfriend, Auntie will introduce one to you."

Bi... kiss?Baochan suddenly raised his head and looked at her stupidly.

Kuang's mother also looked at Bao Chan, who was over 50 years old, and could see the pain and anxiety in his eyes at a glance.

"Auntie, I..." Baochan averted his eyes and said softly, "I have never had a girlfriend."

Kuang's mother guessed it. After all, the two children have been married secretly for ten years, and Kuang Zheng is a master who manages people very well: "Really?" Boy, how can I never talk about my girlfriend..."

Baochan frowned slightly, and the expensive chocolate slowly melted on her fingertips.

"Xiaozheng was when you were your age," Kuang's mother stared at his soft side face, "Oh, it's heaven and earth, work is better than others, and girlfriends change every now and then, all dancing The girl with long legs, that...he didn't teach you to talk about one?"

Baochan put the chocolate back into the box, and a few brown stains stuck to his fingers: "No," he smiled, squeezing it out, "It turns out that the troupe is not profitable, and I don't have much money, and I haven't met girls before. A good girl...maybe she doesn't like me, so she didn't force her."

"Why do you force it, silly boy?" Kuang's mother felt very distressed when she heard his words, but the distress was distressed, and what should be said was to say, "Little Baoer, you haven't had a girlfriend at such an age, can't it be ... that?"

Baochan was very sensitive, and immediately realized what she was asking: "Auntie... which one are you talking about?"

"That's it," Kuang's mother lowered her voice, as if it was a very bad and embarrassing thing, "What are you young people called... Fuck!"

Bao Chan's eyelashes trembled, and his complexion seemed wrong, as if the blood in every capillary had faded, and his entire cheeks had turned pale.

"Little Bao'er?" He frightened Kuang's mother like this. She thought that young people nowadays are all frivolous. Mom suddenly regretted it, regretting it, but she asked something hurtful in her head.

"Auntie, I..." Baochan twisted his fingers, and the chocolate on his fingertips rubbed against the back of his hand, which was a bit dirty.

Kuang's mother took a paper towel from the coffee table and wiped it carefully for him.

Maybe it was this heart-warming gesture that made Baochan summon up the courage to turn his head and look directly at her.

Kuang's mother was very close to him, she could clearly see every subtle expression on Baochan's face, and even saw the cruel self in those clear eyes.

"I..." Baochan's eye circles were reddish, and he was ashamed of this mother for what happened with Kuangzheng, those absurdities, "I'm sorry, auntie."

Kuang's mother stared at him blankly.

"I'm actually..." Baochan's voice was trembling, and he could hear some words that he had suppressed for a long time. He wanted to say it, regardless of ugliness or pain, just to give her an explanation.

Kuang's mother's eye circles are also red for this silly boy, who obviously only needs to smile and say "Auntie, don't think about it, I'm not that kind of person" or tell an insignificant lie, and he can die, but he is sincere and solemn admit your mistake.

Kuang's mother suddenly couldn't bear to hurt such a sincere child: "Oh, little treasure, look at Auntie's brain, you must be hungry, there are steamed buns in the pot!"

She got up in a hurry, leaving Baochan on the sofa alone, Baochan was stunned for a while, then suddenly turned around to see her busy by the steaming stove, her short back, but generous to others.

The buns were not big, with neat pleats. Mama Kuang picked them out and stacked them on the plate, sighing helplessly.Today she originally wanted to take advantage of Kuangzheng's absence and play Tai Chi with Baochan, but she didn't expect this child to be so real and pure that she couldn't help it.

While Kuang's mother was picking up the buns, Baozhan went upstairs and made a phone call. His worries and annoyance disappeared the moment he heard Kuang Zheng's voice——

"Bao'er?" His brother just called him softly.

Baochan relaxed and leaned against the wall, acting coquettishly: "Brother..."

"What's the matter?" Kuang Zheng liked him like this, like an awkward kitten finally turned its belly out, and squealed softly.

"No," Baochan said three words in a muffled voice, "I miss you."

Kuang Zheng opened his eyes wide on the phone. This was the first time that Baochan said he missed him. He was flattered and immediately said, "I'll go back now."

"Hey no," Baochan was afraid of delaying his work, "I'll cook pork ribs for you when you get off work, and Auntie even made buns."

"I'm fine here." Kuangzheng turned off the computer, got up and put on his coat, "I'm already thirty, and I'll talk about the big business after a year."

"Brother..." Baozhan hesitated to speak, and confessed to him anxiously: "I went to Yangyang for entertainment today."

Kuangzheng's hand that opened the door paused: "...Oh."

Baochan knew he didn't agree with this choice, and there might be no one who would agree with the group meeting tomorrow, but he made up his mind: "I think..."

"Do whatever you want," Kuang Zheng turned open the door and strode out, "Decide which way to go, and what will happen in the future, brother will accompany you."

Bao Chan opened his mouth and subconsciously held his breath.

"Your life and Ruyizhou's future are up to you," Kuangzheng said in a steady but powerful tone, "Do you remember what I told you, stand up, Bao'er, I want to see you stand up beautifully."

For a moment, Baochan's eyes were burning hot, and the hand that was not holding the phone was tightly clenched, and the nails sank into the palm, not pain, but surging love.

Kuang Zheng walked into the elevator, put his lips close to the microphone, touched it lightly, and said in a low voice, "Brother loves you."

Bao Chan's face turned red, and he turned to face the wall. He didn't know that Kuang Zheng on the phone wasn't much better than him, so he couldn't bear to say such nasty words out of nowhere like a seasoned lover.

In the depths of love, no matter how tugging, no matter how manly a man is, he is just a foolish dick.

Putting away the phone, there was a ding, and the elevator door opened on the first floor. Kuangzheng was striding forward. In front of him was the round hall of Wanrong Zhenhui covered with luxurious carpets. Account managers and wealth consultants came and went. The light came in and illuminated his world.

Directly ahead, the small revolving door slid half a circle, the receptionist greeted the guests with a smile, a familiar figure appeared in the focus of sight, still in that crappy black down jacket, the difference was that there was a person behind him.

Kuang Zheng stopped and narrowed his eyes.

The one who came in following Tan Kusheng was a skinny young man, also wearing a black down jacket, the kind of gloves that were given away at 399 during the off-season discount at the store, and he wore an indescribably slender, cold, lonely, desolate and uninhibited artist. .

"Golden Knife, Dacheng." Kuang Zheng tilted his head towards the office area and stretched out his right hand.

Tan Kusheng immediately shook his hand, turned sideways, and revealed the person behind him: "Mr. Kuang, I brought the painter."

Kuangzheng and the man's eyes were facing each other. His slightly long hair unnaturally covered the left half of his face. His exquisite facial features were impressive, especially his eyes, which were like a pool of water reflecting the sky full of stars. feet deep.

"Hi." His voice was cold.

Among the men that Kuangzheng met, Ying Xiaonong was considered delicate, this man was a bit more feminine than Ying Xiaonong, from his figure to his demeanor, even to the joints of his palms, there was an almost pathological frailty.

"Lu Ranxia," Tan bitterly introduced, "the creator of Pink Chicken."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Kuang Zheng nodded slightly.

Lu Ranxia raised her chin, and the hair covering the left side of her face slipped down. The eye under the black hair was faintly visible. Unlike the wonderful right eye, this eye was frozen and sluggish, like a pool of lifeless stagnant water .

Kuang Zheng couldn't help but be amazed that the artist who created the visual feast of Pink Chicken has a fake eye for observing the world and laying out the colors.