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This is a building that was born for theatre, the layout, decoration, and style, all of which are full of a century-old taste, but I have never met an owner who understands it, and the years have been wasted for nothing.

Everyone surrounded Baochan and walked into the stage in the main hall on the first floor. It was not a big space, and it was extremely flashy. The seats in the pool seats were all satin. There were only seven private rooms on the second floor, but each room was an independent world. There are green tiles and double eaves, flowery walls and small curtains, and festive red lanterns hanging, giving it a luxurious atmosphere.

The stage towers high in the center, and the lights on both sides of the stage are on, giving a dim light, showing the taste of the old times.In front of the stage is a circle of carved wood railings, traditional (1) is pretty pink and white, embroidered with complicated pictures of a hundred birds facing the phoenix, the door of the first stage is out, and the door of the end is in the picture, all according to the old rules.

"My mother..." Sa Shuang's eyes widened in shock, "This place...is ours?"

"It's ours," Ying Xiaonong hugged his arms angrily, "it's not yours."

Sa Shuang glanced at him.

"When did you join?" Ying Xiaonong smiled at him, "It's yours."

"This stage is a bit small," Shi Kuoting said about the size of the stage, which is different from the standard stage of today's theaters. It follows the regulations of traditional stages, similar to small theaters for dramas.

"The table is nothing. It just so happens that we don't have a trick to run the field." Ying Xiaonong turned to look at the auditorium, "It's just that there are too few seats."

Everyone followed him to look back. The auditorium was only on the first and second floors. Excluding the boxes on the second floor, there were a total of about a hundred seats on the first floor. For 20 yuan, if you sing all night, you can earn up to 2000 yuan.

"Don't think too far," Bao Chan glanced at Ying Xiaonong, his eyes were persistent and firm, "We all sing together."

He was right, this was Ruyizhou's last breath, and as long as there was an audience, he had to hold on to it.

Sa Shuang was so excited that he said he would not join the group, but his tone was the same as that of the group members: "Baochu, speak up?"

The new platform, Baochan should go up and step on it. He stepped towards the gorgeous high platform, as if facing a dream, his nose was sore, his chest was hot, and he jumped on it with one step.

Shi Kuoting followed suit, took the huqin out of the bag, sat down in a row, glanced at Baochan's posture, and folded his right hand, as if holding a fan, so he drew the bow and walked the strings, a Xipi Er six.

Baozhan opened his voice, and it really was "Empty City Strategies". Zhuge Liang, who did not have a single soldier, greeted Sima Yi, who was strong and strong, at the head of the west city: "I am on the tower..."

After only half a sentence, everyone was stunned. He was singing a cappella, without a microphone, let alone the sound effect, but the sound in his ears was so loud and beautiful, and such a delicate and rich human voice was unmatched by high-fidelity equipment.

"I'll go..." The hairs on Sa Shuang's arms stood up, "This table doesn't use a microphone!"

Ying Xiaonong nodded slowly: "A real traditional stage."

Everyone's eyes are serious, there is no actor who doesn't love this kind of stage, the articulation and breathing are genuine, there is no distance between the actors and the audience, and I will come to you as soon as I speak.

Baozhan raised his breath and continued to sing: I was looking at the mountain scenery from the tower, and I heard the chaos outside the city, and the flags fluttering in the air. It turned out that it was the soldiers sent by Sima...

As Hu Qin was walking, he suddenly pursed his lips. Shi Kuoting raised his bow and waited for him. He looked at the empty seat, smiled wryly and waved his hands: "Unlucky."

The guys looked at each other.

"It's unlucky," Baochan repeated, "Empty city, empty city, don't really sing about empty city."

Ying Xiaonong came to his senses: "That's right," he quickly winked at Sa Shuang, "Where is the signboard, let's put it up!"

Sa Shuang didn't know about the twists and turns of Ruyizhou before, and he couldn't imagine it, so he looked blankly at Chen Rouen looking for the signboard.

The signboard of Ruyizhou is wrapped in red cloth, and Baochan hugged it all the way, standing by the stage right now, Ying Xiaonong and Sa Shuang dragged two tables, piled them up and put them in front of the stage, Baochan climbed up and stood on tiptoe Still not enough.

This is Sa Shuang's strong point, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll..."

But Ying Xiaonong held him back, it was the plaque of "Ruyizhou", it was the life of Baochan and Shi Kuoting, not just anyone can hang it.

Shi Kuoting stepped onto the table, tugged his trouser legs, and squatted down at Baochan's feet: "Come up."

Holding the signboard, Baochan hesitated.

"Come up," Shi Kuoting said, "You hold the 'Ruyi Island', and I will support you."

This remark had a double meaning, which made Bao Chan's eyes warm: "Senior brother, it's not when I was a child, I'm afraid I will suppress you."

"It's okay." Shi Kuoting pointed at his neck, "It's stiff, just enough to support your weight."

They are the closest brothers and sisters, they walked the wrong road together, tasted the ups and downs together, Baochan stepped up and sat on his shoulders, Shi Kuoting stood up abruptly, held his thighs with both hands, gritted his teeth, and held his hands firmly He held on.

Sa Shuang and Ying Xiaonong stretched out their hands below, fearing that he would not be able to hold on and throw the treasure. In the eyes of everyone, "Ruyi Island" rose higher and higher, and finally hung in the middle of the stage.

Shi Kuoting put down his treasure, and jumped off the table to protect him. The two of them looked back, only to see the three words that were timeless and fresh, and finally found a place on the borrowed stage.

Baochan wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, suppressed his excitement, and said in a trembling voice: "The second floor is for everyone, one room for each person." Seeing that they were all stunned, he urged loudly, "What are you doing just standing there? go!"

Sa Shuang reacted the fastest, turned around and ran out, Ying Xiaonong grabbed him and said, "Why are you running, there is no room for you!"

"Who said there is no room for me," Sa Shuang pushed him, "I did my best!"

"You are not from Ruyizhou," Ying Xiaonong grabbed him tightly, "There is no room for non-staff personnel!"

"Joining is just a one-sentence thing." Sa Shuang raised his head proudly, "Young Master joined!"

The two of them were arguing here, Chen Rouen rolled her eyes and glanced past, Ying Xiaonong hurriedly shouted: "Girl, old and young are inferior! Save Bao Chu's old house, and then it will be mine!"

"I'm talking about Xiao Nong," Baochan laughed and dismantled him, "And Master Kuang!"

They were laughing and joking, pushing and rushing to grab the room. Shi Kuoting and Bao Chan exchanged glances, picked up a small cardboard box by the stage, walked side by side through the emergency exit, and walked in the opposite direction.

This building is not big, and the planning is very reasonable. There is a circle of small rooms around the hall on the first floor. They went deep and pushed open the innermost door.Turn on the light, and there is a nice room, with a set of Chinese tables and chairs in the middle, which may have been a tea room.

"Is this okay?" Shi Kuoting asked.

This is the back of the hall, separated from the stage by a wall, Baochan nodded: "Very good, from now on, every performance we perform, Master and Mistress will be able to hear it."

Shi Kuoting put down the cardboard box, took out a pair of red lacquer tablets, and stood them in the center of the table, followed by plates, fruit offerings, a bottle of wine, and two small cups.

The two clasped hands, and knocked their heads three times, "Dad," Shi Kuoting shook his shoulders, "It's been ten years, and our glass of wine is late..."

"Master," Baochan couldn't hold back, and tears rolled down his face on the ground, "It's my inability to lead Ruyizhou well..."

"I don't blame Baozhan," Shi Kuoting also secretly wiped away tears, "It's really difficult, difficult..."

"It will be fine in the future," Baochan said with a choked voice, "We have a new theater building, put you and my wife here, and listen to our opera every day, and Ruyizhou is getting better and better!"

There were three more beeps, the two brothers stood up, filled the small cup, looked at each other with bright red eyes, and poured the wine on the ground, "Come on," Shi Kuoting grabbed Bao Chan's wrist, and gave the cup to him. He said, "Senior Brother, I would like to offer you a toast."

Baochan is 28, crying so hard that she sucks her nose and can't lift her head, holding a cup and feeling stuffy.The wine is bulk wine bought on the street. It has no name. It is really spicy.

"Ten years, I have wronged you." Shi Kuoting raised his head and did the same.

"Brother," Baochan snatched the bottle and poured it himself, "I respect you too."

For the second cup, the two of them laughed through their tears, touched each other lightly, and said in unison: "Hello, Jun."

After drinking this wine, my stomach was so hot that I didn't feel much, and Baochan was still pouring, but Shi Kuoting blocked the glass and teased him: "If you drink any more, you should enter the bridal chamber."

These words remind Baochan of their childhood: "It's almost thirty, and they're still so out of shape!"

Shi Kuoting held the cup, the hand that played the violin all the year round, the wrist was very beautiful: "Could you meet me?"

Baochan smiled and thumped his chest.

The two swallowed the wine face to face, Baochan took a step, his feet were a little soft, Shi Kuoting helped him out, and back to the hall, Ying Xiaonong and the others were all there, walking together with their companions.

Bao Chan took the wine bottle to the auditorium and sat down, silently, staring at this extravagant theater in a daze, Shi Kuoting knew that he had too many things in his heart, so he didn't bother him, and told everyone to leave first.

In the quiet midnight, on the empty stage, under the depression and depression of these years, Baochan somehow got excited, poured himself a drink, choked as expected, coughed for a long time, took out his mobile phone to make a call, yes The first number in the call log: "Brother..."

"Huh?" Kuang was at Baochan's house, awake, waiting for him with the TV on.

"Come and pick me up."

This is the first time that Baochan begged him, Kuangzheng raised his eyebrows, but he didn't realize that he smiled: "Okay."

Baozhan sent the location, Kuangzheng saw that it was near Cuixi Huadu, he was quite puzzled, when he arrived at the place, he was even more puzzled to see such an exquisite antique building.

Pushing open the door and entering, there was only a little light on the other side of the hall in the dark corridor, following this light, he walked towards the winding path: "Baochan?"

The huge theater was silent and dimly lit. There was a man standing in the aisle against the light. Kuangzheng stopped and looked at him from a distance, only to hear a drunken voice call out, "Brother. "

Kuang Zheng's heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and he responded softly, "Hey."

Baochan didn't come over, turned around, and walked towards the warm light on the stage, Kuangzheng hurriedly followed, and smelled a strong smell of alcohol behind that ethereal figure: "You... have you been drinking?"

Baochan giggled, turned his head slightly, his green side face was reflected by the small lights on the stage, and there was a pearl-colored streamer: "Drink a little," he took Kuangzheng's hand and led him to the audience, One row in a row, facing the center of the stage, "Dirty wine touches people's hearts, and I only feel your kindness."

Kuang Zheng stared at him blankly, as if looking at someone he didn't know, so magnificent and shining.

"Brother," Baochan's eyes were red, as if rubbing rouge, "You are the first audience in this theater," he smiled, shaking slightly, "I will always reserve this seat for you."

Seeing that he was about to lose his standing, Kuang Zheng stretched out his hand to help: "Bao Chan..."

Baochan didn't let him touch it, she shook her head proudly, turned around and made a small jump, and staggered onto the stage, "Today is a good day," he clasped his wrist, "I'll sing you "You Long Xi Feng". "

Kuang Zheng didn't know what dragons or phoenixes were, and he wasn't interested. He was just in this illusion of blue tiles and vermilion trees, as if he had traveled through time and space and fell into a beautiful dream.

Baochan got drunk, and with a small voice, sang Xipi Liushui: "The moon bends and shines on the horizon, may I ask where do you live, Mr. Jun?"

This is Sister Li Feng, who opened a shop and sold wine with her brother, and met Emperor Zhengde who was parading in micro-clothes by chance. The two asked each other, and secretly fell in love.Kuang Zheng's eyes widened, he didn't know much about opera, he only knew that Bao Chan was singing a girl, her voice was delicate and beautiful, like sugar water with ice, sweet, but not greasy, and the clearness penetrated into my heart.

When Bao Chan opened Mengshi's Tsing Yi Hua Dan, he came up with such a short song: "Call the military master for being too unreasonable, you shouldn't molested our good people!"

His shy appearance and coy demeanor fascinated Kuangzheng, and he thought he was really a girl in a trance.

And then, with Baozhan's big voice, he changed from Huadan to an old man, with a fragrant voice and a graceful demeanor: "When a good family comes to a bad family, you should not insert crabapple flowers obliquely," he said affectionately, with a smile on his lips, "Squeaky, so handsome, there are so many begonias here!"

Kuang Zheng couldn't help getting up, looking at the stage in a daze, he couldn't explain the throbbing, the female is a treasure, and the man is also a treasure, the two treasures, one hard and the other soft, complement each other, making people secretly admire, fascinated The yin and yang are messed up.

Baochan came up to the wine and staggered violently: "Hurry up and throw the flower on the ground, from now on...don't wear this crabapple flower!"

Kuang Zheng walked towards him, and stretched out his hands under the stage, as if preparing to welcome a flower.

When Baochan saw him approaching, his drunken eyes were like water, and he smiled heroically:

"Pick up the flowers for the army, come here," he stepped a few steps to the edge of the railing, "I will insert it with you," he climbed up, "insert—" and then jumped up, "Put this crabapple flower !"

Like a ray of breeze in his arms, and like a star full of stars falling into his heart, Kuang Zheng hugged him tightly, a hot body, a handful of familiar weight, all in his hands.

Baochan put his arms around his neck, murmured, and sang in his ear: "Let you go up to the sky, let you go to the ground, let the army drive you to the end of the world..."

(1) Conservative: The background cloth of the old stage is called conservative.