narrow red

Baochan took the stage with red eyes and took the curtain call. He was in the center of the big stage, surrounded by flowers and applause. In front of him was a dark auditorium. The golden lights shone down from his head, dazzling his eyes and piercing his heart.

Master Kuang fell, quietly, on the side of the platform less than ten meters away from him, his face was pale, and he could hardly feel his pulse. With the glory of Ruyizhou, with the dignity of Beijing Opera for a hundred years.

The audience cheered wildly, but Baochan's heart was sad. All these cheers and rewards, something he had dreamed of, could not be exchanged for Master Kuang's trembling "Bao'er".

The corners of his eyes were wet, he pursed his lips tightly, and buried his face among the blooming flowers in his hands, roses, lilies, red and white mixed together, the moment of joy and sorrow, the flash lights together, like twinkling stars.

When the curtain fell, Baochan turned around and took off his beard, and stuffed it with the staff together with flowers. He didn't care to take off the makeup, and ran towards the actor's exit with the python robe. 120 stopped behind the theater, and Shi Kuoting was holding a stretcher to get into the ambulance. He turned around and saw him, stretched out his hand, and held him firmly.

After the performance, there was a celebration banquet. Kuang Zheng supported the stage for Ruyizhou, and Ying Xiaonong followed him. The two cooperated in socializing and greeting, and hurried to the hospital after drinking for three rounds.

Baochan was in the stairwell next to the emergency room, his headgear was off, his makeup was hastily wiped off with a wet towel, leaving a thin layer of rouge, when he saw Kuangzheng, he was like a taut string suddenly unloading, revealing his long-lost fragility: " elder brother……"

When he said "Brother", tears were about to fall, he didn't want Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong to see him, so he turned around and faced the shiny white wall.

Kuangzheng walked up, gently hugging him from behind, the moment his chest and back were pressed together, Baochan relaxed, and murmured: "If there is no such scene, Mr. Kuang...wouldn't have left, "His voice was painful, "It's all my fault, I'm so obsessed with thinking about getting ahead..."

"Bao'er," Kuang Zheng gripped the cold hand in his python sleeve, "Master Kuang watched your brilliance leave, and he had no regrets at the most glorious time in Ruyizhou."

The old man has no regrets, but he has become Bao Chan's regret, tears can't be controlled, and suddenly slide down his cheeks.

"What did the doctor say?" Ying Xiaonong asked Shi Kuoting in a low voice.

"Myocardial infarction," Shi Kuoting lowered his head, "it was already too late when it was delivered."

The old man in his 70s endured the severe pain deep in his chest, and for the radiant silhouette on the stage, he tried his best to send him to Qingyun Road with a sandalwood board and drumsticks in his hand.

"Master Kuang missed me until the end..." Baochan turned and threw himself into Kuangzheng's arms, frowning so painfully, "I haven't had time to tell him... I have a family, a lover, and you !"

Kuangzheng hugged him tightly, he could bear Baochan's burdens and tribulations, except life, old age, sickness and death, he couldn't turn around, stroked his thin shoulders, he turned around and called: "Xiao Nong, wine."

The 80-degree knives were bought by Baozhan before putting on makeup. Ying Xiaonong brought them a small glass bottle and handed it over.

"The degree is too high," Kuang Zheng unscrewed the bottle cap, "You should take less, don't worry."

Baochan didn't respond, he agreed with Master Kuang that he would have a good drink after the show.

Kuangzheng was afraid that he would drink too much, so he didn't give him the wine, so he took a sip himself, leaned over to hold his lips, sucked and rolled, and fed him bit by bit.

The lips and teeth are entangled, and the acrid smell of alcohol is mixed with each other's saliva. It's hard to tell whether it's hot or spicy, but the whole mouth is burning, and the heat flows to the chest, stomach and intestines, warming the limbs and bones.

Ying Xiaonong looked at them huddled together, feeling a little lonely for no reason. He had just lost his father, but he had no one to rely on, pretending to be strong, pretending to be strong, if he had such hands... Suddenly, a hand fell on his back , silent and gentle, as if knowing that he will be emotionally affected by the situation, and take good care of him.

It's Shikuo Pavilion.

At this moment, something changed in Ying Xiaonong from the inside out, as if a hard shell had been peeled off, and it seemed to be melted by some soft emotion, hazy but strong.

At this moment, Kuangzheng's phone rang, and it was Shan Haichou. He picked it up, but before he could speak, he said, "Come here, I've sent you the location."

Kuang Zheng rubbed Bao Chan's short hair without even thinking about it: "I can't leave, I have something to do at home."

Shan Haichou didn't say much, and only gave three words: "It's Lao Bai."

There was a sudden jump in his heart, and Kuang Zheng hesitated briefly: "Got it."

He wiped the corners of Baochan's eyes, handed the wine to Ying Xiaonong, told Shi Kuoting a few words, went downstairs to get in the car, and clicked on WeChat to see the location. Sure enough, the address was the First Hospital of the City, and there was a ward number below it.

He still remembered Bai Yinwu's thin cheeks and Shan Haichou's secretiveness when they met last time, his heart began to sink, and he urged the driver to leave quickly.

When he arrived at the first hospital, he found that building and that floor among similar buildings. The sign next to the elevator clearly read: Oncology Department.In the bright long corridor, he walked a little vainly, with the same white walls and the smell of disinfectant, he suddenly became a treasure, afraid of hearing bad news, his body tensed slightly.

Knock on the door and enter the room. This is a large suite. Bai Yinwu was wearing a slightly smaller hospital gown and was sitting by the bed taking off his socks. When he saw him, he was obviously taken aback.

Kuang Zheng went straight to the bed and sat down with a sullen face. Bai Yinwu was divorced very early and had no children. There was the sound of running water in the bathroom. He must be a nurse. There was a big flower basket in the corner of the window with the words "Get well soon" hanging on it. Ribbons are the usual style of the Wanrong trade union.

"How did you do it?" Bai Yinwu said first, with a weak smile, "It's dirty."

Kuang Zheng was taken aback, and looked down at his chest, Bao Chan's rouge rubbed against the blue suit, giving it a faint blush.

"I just want to ask you," he rubbed his fingers, "what's the matter with you?"

Bai Yinwu's smile stopped, his eyes drooped, and he raised his eyes for a moment: "Cancer."

Kuang Zheng rubbed the red spot on his fingertips away in his palm: "What cancer?"

Bai Yinwu curled his lips, pretending to be relaxed: "I have the same problem with Duan Youxi."

Duan Youxi is gone, lung cancer!

Kuang Zheng immediately got up from the bed, when the sound of the water stopped, the "Nurse Worker" came out with the freshly washed wall breaker, wearing a light gray sports sweater, to Kuang Zheng's surprise, it turned out to be Shan Haichou.

Bai Yinwu immediately complained: "Who told you to call him here?"

Shan Haichou put the broken machine on the window sill, took out a rag from the suitcase, and wiped it slowly: "I won't tell him, he will know later..."

"I see," Kuang Zheng took over, speaking dangerously in a calm tone, "The gang of bastards in the East Building, don't want anyone to have fun."

Shan Haichou belonged to the East Building. He stopped wiping the mobile phone and smiled: "You boy, your words are getting more and more crazy."

crazy?Kuang Zheng didn't think: "Lao Bai has become what he is today. Someone is squeezing him, torturing him, and eating away at his hard work step by step." I couldn't get used to it, and couldn't hold Huo'er for a while, "I won't stand up for him, who will stand up for him, you?"

"Kendrick!" Bai Yinwu stopped him.

It's normal for Kuangzheng to be emotional when Lao Bai suffers from such a serious illness. Shan Haichou understands, throws down the rag and turns around: "I think you're out in the wild, I don't know the heights of heaven and earth."

Yes, Kuangzheng didn’t know: “My sky was put together piece by piece by myself, and the ground was stepped on by me.” He was very arrogant, and he had the capital of pride, “Everything I hold in my hand, They were not given by others, they were wandering outside hungry and got a little bit of money."

Shan Haichou narrowed his eyes, seemingly as a warning, but in fact it was a reminder: "Boy, you have so many things in your hand, what if you are targeted and robbed one day?"

Rob?Kuang Zheng was slightly startled, his brows twitched, as if he realized something from his words.

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Three days later, Ruyizhou held the funeral for Mr. Kuang. Shi Kuoting and Baozhan wore sackcloth and filial piety, and they threw basins for the old man together. The fleet was not long, with twenty or thirty vehicles, and the Zhengzheng Maybach led the way. It's low-key enough to open in front of the door, but there are still people posting on Weibo to vote for local tyrant bots.

The ashes were buried, and a banquet was set up to thank the guests. After one o'clock in the afternoon, Baozhan rushed to the recording location of "The Voice of the Box", a remote Buddhist academy, more than 200 kilometers away from the city, and the program team booked a hotel for the guests. , a small third floor in Dayedi, like a farmhouse.

There is no elevator in the small hotel. Xiao Huang followed Bao Zhan to climb the stairs. At the entrance of the third floor, there were two villagers who looked like they were setting up ladders to pull wires. Xiao Huang thought the environment was messy, so he muttered: "What is this?"

The two big brothers were very enthusiastic, and said with a smile: "Security Monitoring, isn't this a big star here!"

Xiao Huang rolled his eyes, turned his head and muttered to Bao Chan: "What the hell, there's no surveillance..."

Baozhan doesn’t care about the conditions of the hotel. What he cares about is the shooting location of the Buddhist Academy. There are all kinds of elevators under the sun. , No one will watch it if you don’t force it.

Ding!The phone rings, it's Wen Jiuye's WeChat: Come to my room, 301.

In the small shabby room of the rural hotel, Wen Jiu was also wearing a blood-red flying fish suit and handsome old-fashioned make-up, and asked Bao Chan to look at the pictures on his mobile phone: "Tai gave you an angle, this picture is a must-see Already!"

It was the scene of Baochan's finale at the Grand Theater, a close-up of delicate red roses and white lilies, half of her face was hidden in the middle, the color of rouge and black was enough to be painted, and there was a narrow line of bright red between the foreheads.

Thinking of that night, Baochan's heart ached. He turned his head away and sat down on the fabric sofa with the four beauties printed on it. There were several cans of beer on the coffee table next to him. The packaging and brand had never been seen before.

Wen Jiu also sat next to him, imitating the tone of fans: "What's wrong, baby?"

Baochan cheered up and gave him a sideways glance: "What are you talking about?"

Wen Jiu was also amused, and asked awkwardly: "We're in a relationship, your brother." He brought him a beer, opened it with a puff, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

Kuangzheng was not so boring, Baozhan took a sip of the wine, the fragrance of hops and tea leaves in his throat, faint, and a hint of pepper: "What kind of wine is this?"

"Huh?" The assistant made the wine, and Wen Jiu didn't know, "Which private tavern's fine wine (1)? I'll ask later."

The surprising taste made Baochan smack his lips: "I'll take another can."

"Take it." Wen Jiu didn't take it seriously, and opened a can, before he could throw the pull ring, he realized, "No, you, Mr. Kuang, do you want anything, and you still bring back a broken can of beer... Can you be a little promising buddy!"

"Don't worry about it," Baochan said, making him blush, but he didn't put the wine back, "let him taste it."

Wen Jiu also looked at his shy look, he didn't look like a homosexual at all, hesitantly asked: "I didn't say, what about you, did you get cheated by Kuang Zheng..."

While chatting, someone knocked on the door, and Wen Jiu responded, it was Xiao W, teasingly said something was up, Bao Chan guarded her: "What is she here for?"

"I'll go and see." Wen Jiu also swallowed his drink, "See what kind of monster she is."

As soon as the door opened, Xiao W wanted to come in, but Wen Jiu also held down the door frame and blocked him from going outside.The door was slammed shut, and Bao Chan was checking Weibo in the room. After a while, he heard the sound of arguing, and then there was the sound of his back hitting the door. He stood up suddenly, and the little W outside the door yelled something, Then Wen Jiu also opened the door and came back, there was a red palm print on the left side of his face.

Baochan was stunned: "...what's going on!"

"Damn it!" Wen Jiu also went directly into the bathroom to look at his face, "Playing with me, I have to have a crush on her too!"

Baochan hurriedly followed: "Why did you do it?"

"It's okay." Wen Jiu also put on a layer of makeup, "Maybe it's because you and I are so popular in CP speculation, and I want to hang out, so I'll make a phone call first."

He was calling the crisis management team. It can be seen that he also felt that Xiao W's move was a bit abnormal: "...OK, I understand. I'll ask someone to adjust the hotel surveillance first."

monitor?Baochan's heart skipped a beat: "Here...there is no monitoring."

Wen Jiu also turns around in surprise, and looks at him in astonishment.

(1) Craft beer: refers to craft beer, a type of beer.