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That's... Baozhan?

Kuang's mother looked at Kuang Zheng in surprise.

"This theater building is called Ruyi Island," Kuang Zheng said. "The carved beams in front of us, the actors on the stage just now, and the full house of guests are all treasures."

Kuang's mother couldn't believe it, Baochan at home was very good, he did what he told him to do, and he had never heard him speak loudly, but at this moment on the stage, he was burning like the sun, clanging like a golden stone, and his youthful spirit was swaying freely. No wonder... Kuang's mother understands, no wonder her son likes it, good people are always attracted by good people.

After the song was over, Baochan did not step off the stage, but took off his beard and bowed deeply to the audience: "Dear friends and customers, I'm really sorry today. I’m here to apologize to everyone.”

There were all acquaintances under the stage, so I couldn't bear to let him bow, and they all shouted "it's over".

Baochan thanked everyone, and wished everyone a new year, and then said: "There are two important events in Ruyi Island today. I will use the day of unpacking to chat with all the 'bead holders'."

Sa Shuang ran up from the side screen and handed a scroll to him. Bao Chan held it slightly and shook it, revealing a vertical letter sprinkled with gold on a red background: Yanbo Zhishuang Club.

"The first thing is the formal establishment of the club." Bao Chan frowned slightly, and the feathers on his crown trembled. He joked, "There will be plays in Ruyi Island in the future, and not everyone will have the means to listen."

The audience roared with laughter. Han Wenshan mentioned this matter at the dinner before, and everyone was not surprised.

"Two pieces," said Baozhan, with his fox tail tied up and a jade belt in his hand, looking indescribably chic and elegant, "the Ruyizhou Foundation was established together with the club."

"Hey!" The audience exclaimed, the club is reaching out to collect money, and the foundation is taking money out. The nature of this entry and exit is completely different.

Baochan raised his head and looked around the theater building. It was exquisitely crafted and magnificent: "At this time last year, Ruyizhou was still struggling in a rental building in the old city. First, there were no audiences, second, there was no water and electricity, and third, there was no future in sight," recalled In the past, he was full of emotions, "The most difficult time was when a foundation lent us a theater building to let us settle down, and then there was a good show. With all of you, Ruyizhou has what it is today."

Liu Bei weaved straw sandals in his early years, and Qin Qiong also sold horses. When heroes are unsatisfactory, Ruyizhou is no exception, but Baochan never told the audience about these difficulties.

"It's well said in the opera, and there are also hunger, cold, and sorrow. There are no rich people in the world." He cupped his fists and cupped his hands, "Thank you for your love, let us have opera singing, and food. Today, we are able to help others. Everyone will hand it over to the club." The money will be managed by Wanrong Zhenhui, Ruyizhou’s exclusive private bank, as the start-up fund of the foundation, to support artists in need and donate traditional arts including Peking Opera, so that every persistence has hope.”

There was no sound in the auditorium, and the corners of Kuang's mother's eyes were wet.

Then, Baozhan smiled lightly, without any more provocative words, but ended with a joke: "Give me a coral treasure, and he will live in the phoenix nest for half his life."

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and Baochan bowed and retreated to the edge of the side curtain, hiding in the complicated folds of the curtain. His humble and polite appearance was convincing.

Kuang's mother sniffed, lowered her head and secretly wiped the corners of her eyes, then Kuang Zheng stretched out her hand, put her arm around her shoulder and patted her lightly.Leaning on her son's broad chest, Kuang's mother finally understood that there are so many people in the world, it is not unreasonable for Kuang Zheng to fall in love with Baochan alone.

Bao Chan entered the backstage from the side curtain and went straight to the Shi Kuo Pavilion. Ying Xiaonong had already removed her makeup and was shaking red medicine.

"Brother, are you alright?" Baochan took off the Cao Wang helmet.

"It's okay." Shi Kuoting didn't have the face to see him, "The show is a mess, it's all my fault."

"Baochu," Ying Xiaonong sprayed Shi Kuoting's right hand and wrist, "We need to find two more luthiers."

Hearing this, Shi Kuoting reacted greatly: "I'm just tired, just take a rest!"

"You have to rest, but the drama in Ruyizhou can't stop," Ying Xiaonong took his hand and carefully wrapped him with tape, "Today's accident can't happen again."

There was no sound from the Shi Kuo Pavilion, and there was a dead silence in the backstage. At this time, someone knocked on the door, and it was Mr. Xiao, who came in wearing a gorgeous wine red suit.He seldom wears a suit, not to mention such an eye-catching color, his hair is coquettishly gathered, his pale pupils narrowed, and he is unbelievably handsome: "Boss Bao..."

His gaze turned to Baochan, but he inadvertently turned his gaze on Ying Xiaonong's face and stopped.

Ying Xiaonong looked up at him, but ignored him.

"Little... Duan?" Mr. Xiao frowned.

Ying Xiaonong responded, Mr. Xiao looked at him again, and he was almost sure: "Are you the boss of the Duan family?"

Ying Xiaonong said with a cold face, "You've got the wrong person."

Mr. Xiao shook his head: "We often met when we were young, and your skull, facial contours and muscle direction have not changed."

He is a painter, and he is familiar with the facial structure. Ying Xiaonong wrapped Shi Kuoting's hands, threw down the scissors and tape, got up and walked to the entrance of the stage, and called him: "Come here."

"Xiao Nong?" Baochan didn't expect them to know each other, and was startled.

Ying Xiaonong put down a sentence: "A friend at home."

"So you are Ying Xiaonong," Mr. Xiao followed him, "No wonder."

"No wonder why?" The entrance to the stage after the play was very quiet, Ying Xiaonong turned around with her arms folded.

"No wonder you played tricks on Kuangzheng," Mr. Xiao smiled, seeing the rouge on his temples that had not faded, and said in a deep voice, "You are the only one in the circle who has ideas and dares to leave the family business and go out."

"The family business has nothing to do with me," Ying Xiaonong lowered his eyes coldly, "I just want to sing."

"I just want to paint too," Mr. Xiao said, a bit tit-for-tat, "but I'm not as selfish as you, throwing the family's face and honor on the ground and letting others step on it."

Ying Xiaonong raised her eyebrows and stared at him.

"You are the boss of the main house," Mr. Xiao reminded him, "You have been responsible since birth."

"Responsibility?" Ying Xiaonong laughed first, and then lowered his voice, "I have no home since the day my mother left. My father has so many wives and children, so I don't need to be responsible."

Ying Xiaonong is the eldest son of the Duan family, and Mr. Xiao is the eldest son of the He family. The two play together. They are not considered friends, but they are closer than friends.

"I know about your family," Mr. Xiao sighed, "You know what's going on with me. My cell phone rings with the songs my mother used to listen to when she was alive. I work for my father's family, but it doesn't mean I've forgotten Mother's love."

Also lost his mother at an early age, Mr. Xiao was able to overcome this hurdle, but Ying Xiaonong could not: "Tongcha, we are different."

With a "Tongcha", as if returning to my childhood, Mr. Xiao closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"I'm an opera singer, you're an opera listener," Ying Xiaonong put on his usual indifferent expression, and raised his chin at him, "Let's all settle down."

As he said that, he brushed past Mr. Xiao and returned to the backstage. Kuangzheng came and was talking to Baochan: "...Really, my mother kept praising you, saying that you sing well."

Bao Chan's face was flushed, and he tilted his head to look at his brother, feeling inexplicably shy.

"Just now she told me outside that she made pork rib soup at home and asked you to go back and drink it."

Bao Chan pursed his lips, unbuttoned the red python and asked, "Auntie really said that?"

Ying Xiaonong looked at his flattered look, and felt anxious for him. Before he could do anything, he let Kuangzheng's family take it to death.

"My mother knows that you are tired from singing," Kuangzheng swept around, and secretly helped him unbutton his shirt while no one was looking, "She is afraid that you will not eat well outside, so she wants to make up for you."

Baochan hastily pushed his hand: "Brother," he said in a low voice, "I still...will not go back, the theater has a tight schedule for performances, and Sister Lan's schedule has also increased, and there will be filming in the next two days Promotional photos, and I have to go to the recording studio to make a single, and my home is too far from the city, so it's inconvenient..."

pretty!Ying Xiaonong was listening, and the corners of her lips curled up in satisfaction.

"Okay," Kuangzheng knew that Baochan still had troubles in his heart, and he didn't blame his mother, but was just frightened, "Then take care of yourself at Kuoting, and call me in the morning and evening."

Baochan nodded obediently: "Understood."

Kuang Zheng quickly approached him and whispered, "Wait for me to pick you up."

Baochan hid for a while and escorted him to the door.

Kuang's mother was sitting in the backseat of the Maybach, and she was a little disappointed to see Kuang Zheng coming out alone, but at the same time she was relieved, as if Baochan was a fairy, but also a demon, which made her love and fear at the same time, and didn't know what to do.