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Whether or not Pit No. 7 exists is still an unanswered question. Later, Shi Kuoting pondered, because it was too dark and Baochan was nervous, so he misread the number on the door.But they went to look for it together during the day, and they looked at all the toilets on the east and west sides, but they couldn't find the door crossed with a water pen.

This incident, together with many other regrets of adolescence, remained in the depths of memory, becoming a mystery that can never be solved, eroded into a small imprint.

From then on, Shi Kuoting and Baochan became friends. Baochan seldom talked, but Shi Kuoting whispered in his ear every day. One kind of people, until a Friday in September, in time for the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is also the day when the boarding students go home.

After school, Shi Kuoting was sitting on the bleachers of the playground playing juggling balls, and a few girls chatted around him, when he saw Baozhan fetching water from a distance, he shouted, "Hey, that little girl!"

Baochan was the only one in the playground, he turned a corner, stood under the stands and rushed up and shouted, "Who are you calling a little girl!"

"Oh, I read it wrong," Shi Kuoting shivered, squatting on the bottom stand and looking up at him: "It's already this time, why don't you go home?"

Bao Chan glanced at the girl behind him and felt that there was something wrong with his style of life: "Is it up to you? Take care of yourself first."

Shi Kuoting squatted low and saw a bruise on his chin, which looked like a finger print, "Hey you..." He raised his hand to touch it, but was slapped open by Baochan, both of them were stunned.

"What's going on?" Shi Kuoting threw down the ball, turned around and waved at the girls, telling them to disperse.

Baochan turned around and didn't speak.

"Your father beat you?" Shi Kuoting pressed against him, wanting to see.

Baochan got annoyed by him, and threw the kettle on the ground: "He's not my dad!"

Shi Kuoting didn't make a sound, like a beaten dog, he blinked his eyes at him, Baochan hesitated to speak, and lowered his head: "My father left early, and my mother got married again."

Shi Kuoting reacted: "Your stepfather hit you!"

Baochan immediately looked around, seeing no one else: "I only hit after drinking," he said in a muffled voice, "but...he drinks every day."

"What about your mother, she doesn't care?"

Baochan shook her head: "She won't be home for ten days and half a month."

No wonder he didn't go home, Shi Kuoting didn't even think about it: "Come to my house."

Baochan raised his head in surprise.

"You are alone at school during the Mid-Autumn Festival," Shi Kuoting said with a sympathetic face, "I'm afraid that a female ghost will come to you and suck your energy!"

Baochan kicked up.

"But it's settled," Shi Kuoting asked him to promise while hiding, "Come to my house, you are not allowed to laugh at me!"

Baochan knew that he meant well, so he muttered shyly: "What's the joke..."

But when he arrived at his house, Bao Chan was dumbfounded when he saw Shi Kuoting's father. Shi Kuoting was not yet 15 years old, but his father was an old man who was almost sixty.

Shi's mother cooked a large table of dishes. The guests not only had Baochan, but also an old man surnamed Kuang, who was Shi's father's sworn brother. He had no children at the age of 60. Later, Baochan found out that he had never married in his life. .

It is such a somewhat weird family, but Baochan felt the warmth that he had not seen for a long time. This night, there was moonlight, cheers, and a little wine. Drunken, Baochan watched Beijing opera with everyone. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival on CCTV. For fanciers, the rich and colorful "Rouge Treasures".

Baozhan was fascinated by the magnificent and lifelike makeup, the ups and downs of the voice, the stories of punishing evil and promoting good, and sometimes the old man gave advice from time to time. After this, he ran to Shi's house as soon as school was over, and then he simply quit the dormitory. Squeeze a bed with Shi Kuoting.

"Old man, who is your real son!" Shi Kuoting always asked after Baochan came.

The old man smiled and replied: "If you have half of the treasure, there will be hope in Ruyizhou!"

Ruyizhou is a theater troupe of the Shi family. It has a history of more than 100 years. It has been passed down to Shi Kuoting's generation. The old students can't sing, and the young students don't like to sing.

He has a good voice, the old man Shi described it in three words: glass jade.With a high sound, the sound stops the clouds; with a low sound, it is graceful and graceful;Baozhan is just like his name, a rare treasure that is hard to find, blooming in this declining small theater troupe.

Shi Kuoting was always stubborn, saying that Peking opera was outdated and no one wanted it, and he wouldn't do this business if he was killed, but whenever Bao Chan opened his voice, he must be sitting at the bottom holding a huqin to support him.

In the ears of experts, Shi Kuoting's qin playing is not very good, but he can't tell why, as long as he is serving Baochan, his fingers are like blooming flowers, every word, every rhyme, They were all wrapped up tightly, without any discomfort.

"We are really a match made in heaven." In the school, where no one was around, Shi Kuoting draped Bao Chan's shoulders, sighing shamelessly.

Bao Chan glanced at him sideways: "Who is a couple with you."

"Hey, don't believe it," Shi Kuoting imitated the rogue bully in the TV series, pinching his face, "If you are a woman, you must marry me."

Baochan shook off his arm, turned and left.

"Hey!" Shi Kuoting called him, "According to seniority, I am your senior brother, if senior brother hasn't been told to leave, where are you going!"

Reluctantly, Baochan stood where she was.

"Speaking of which," Shi Kuoting tugged at him, and held him up again, "You haven't formally studied as a teacher yet."

The word "Apprenticeship" made Baozhan look yearning.

"I have to ask my dad to make one for you," Shi Kuoting raised his chin, "I have worshiped the teacher, you are from my family..."

Baochan gave him a hard elbow.

Going home in the evening, Shi Kuoting went to ask for Baozhan's apprenticeship. Baozhan was waiting at the door. head.

"Bao Chan," Mr. Shi said, "I can't accept you."

Baochen stood there, suddenly bewildered.

"Peking opera..." Mr. Shi sighed, "It's gone, not only Beijing opera, no matter how good it was in the past, if people don't love it now, they will die."

Baochan wanted to say "I don't care", but felt uncomfortable and couldn't open her mouth.

"Our Shi family has no choice but to do this from generation to generation, but you are different," Mr. Shi walked up to him, "You can go to college, graduate school, go abroad, work in electricity, banks," he touched him "We are elders, we cannot delay you."

Baochan nodded obediently and said he understood, but when he returned to the house, his eyes were red.

The days after that were still the same, going to school with Shi Kuoting every day, bickering, hanging their voices, taking the senior high school entrance examination together, going to high school together, in the third year of high school, during recess, the class bell was about to ring, the teacher had already entered the classroom, Shi Kuoting continued to make a phone call , ran out without taking the schoolbag.

The young English teacher raised eyebrows and raised eyebrows: "Shi Kuoting, what are you doing!"

Shi Kuoting didn't turn his head back: "My mother was hit by a car!"

When Baochan heard this, he jumped up from his seat, and the English teacher picked up the pointer from the slot on the blackboard: "Baochan, what the hell is wrong with you!"

Baochan packed the schoolbags of the two of them, threw them on their backs, and ran in front of her: "Fucking mother is my mother!"

When they arrived at the hospital, they had already covered it with a white cloth, when Shi Kuoting rushed into the room, Bao Chan let go of his hand, and the schoolbag fell to the ground.

There were a lot of people standing in the room, besides Mr. Shi, there were two policemen holding a man in handcuffs. The man was hunched over and smelled of alcohol.

It was drunk driving, Shi Kuoting went crazy, grabbed the guy and beat him to death, the police pushed him back, Baochan wanted to go up to help, when the phone rang, it was his stepdad, Baochan didn't care, but there was a fight over there It seems to be playing endlessly.

"Hey!" Baochan yelled after picking it up, but the voice over there was louder than his, "Little calf! Where's your mother!"

Baochan turned to look at Shi Kuoting, not caring about flirting with him: "I don't know!"

"Fucking bitch!"

"You are not allowed to scold my mother!"

"Your mother," there was a grinding sound, "Your mother ran away with someone!"

Baochan was stunned, and there was a buzzing in his ears, but he couldn't hear anything.

"Fuck! I thought she could take you with me!" His stepdad was still yelling on the phone, "Little boy! It doesn't matter to us from now on, don't let me see you!"

When the phone was hung up, Baochan leaned against the wall and couldn't stand, so he sat down. In the room, Shi Kuoting was also sitting on the ground, with tears all over his face and blood on his fists.

From that day on, everything changed, Shi Kuoting seemed to grow up overnight, he no longer made jokes or made up ghost stories.At that time, the little black hair left by the old man was all white. He used to teach Baochan to sing, read and do with a smile, but now he held a cane and forced Baochan to split his legs.

Baochan completely lost his home, and Shi's home was his home. When old master Shi held him down to open his crotch, he cried and grabbed Shi Kuoting's hand, calling out "Brother Shi" loudly, because Shi Kuo Ting would love him, rub his legs at night and feed him the snacks he bought secretly.

Grandpa Shi, like his stepfather, suffered from the problem of drinking too much alcohol. He had liver cirrhosis in his early years, and soon developed decompensation and gastrointestinal bleeding. When he was dying on the hospital bed, he said to Shi Kuoting: "Sell the house and use it for Ruyizhou...for Baochan to go to college..."

"Master?" Baochan didn't expect that he was dying, and the old man was still thinking about him.

"Master..." Mr. Shi looked at the ceiling, and Baochan kept calling him that, "What I regret most is confiscating you."

"Master!" Baochan grabbed his hands firmly, the hands that touched his head and hit him with the cane.

"I'll teach you everything I can teach you. From now on... you'll have to rely on yourself."

Baochan's tears were like broken beads, silently beating on the hands of the two.

"Hey..." Old Master Shi's eyes refused to leave Shi Kuoting, his only son, "The player who plays the violin can't be the leader, Baochan... From now on, you will be the master of Ruyizhou..."

Baochan was stunned, and knelt beside the bed in disbelief.

"Remember... Ruyi Island can't be scattered, and the ancestor's stuff can't be lost, I'll leave it to you..."

The last light in old man Shi's eyes gradually faded away.

"Kuo Ting will also be handed over to you... When the time comes, you two strands will also be twisted together..."

"master?"

"Old man?"

"Master!" Baochan watched as the old man's pupils did not move, and Shi Kuoting held his hand tremblingly, and Baochan knelt down beside the bed with his head on his head, and shouted reluctantly: "Dad!"

(About yesterday's ghost story, I am quite timid, so I wrote a few less scary ones. I didn't expect that there were still some sisters who were frightened. I am very sorry that I caught you off guard and got frightened!