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It was already noon when the two woke up, and Baozhan made two bowls of clear soup noodles, sprinkled with a handful of chopped green onion, dripped a few drops of sesame oil, and laid a fried egg, which was very fragrant.

Armstrong's "What A Wonderful World" was displayed in the small restaurant. During such a wonderful time, Kuangzheng scooped up a spoonful of noodle soup. The whitish soup color was slowly steaming. After taking a sip, his stomach and heart were warmed up.

"Brother, eat faster." Baochan saw that he was not in a hurry, and was anxious.

"what?"

"You still have to dress up after eating, and it's another hour," Baochan glanced at his phone, "It's already about this time, I'm all delayed in rehearsal."

"Your ambition is so strong." Kuang Zheng buckled his mobile phone, "If you don't dress up today, let's leave after eating."

Baochan didn't believe it, so he sucked on the noodles and looked at him.

Kuang Zheng glanced at him and said in a low voice, "I won't go to the company today."

Oh... Baochan understood, he still couldn't pass the "private bank" hurdle, but he didn't say anything, and put a piece of white fermented bean curd on his face.

Kuangzheng knew that he felt sorry for himself, so he picked up the things in the bowl, and there was nothing to give him, only the fried egg he had already bitten into: "I ate the clear, and you left the yellow?"

"Forget it," Baozhan chuckled, "It's disgusting!"

After dinner, Kuangzheng changed his clothes and came over. He said he didn't dress up, but his figure and appearance were better than dressing up. He wore a casual suit with Monk shoes, his hair was loose, and he just stuffed a pocket square. A personable, stylish yuppie.

After driving to the theater building, Bao Chan went down with a canvas bag and stepped out with one foot. He turned around and asked, "Brother, why don't you go up with me?"

He was afraid that Kuangzheng would go home alone and worry about things. Kuangzheng understood his intentions, but after knowing him for so long, he never thought of intervening in Baochan's life, or getting to know his friends. He didn't know what a Peking opera actor was like. world.

"Come on." Baochan invited him.

Kuangzheng didn't move, Baochan said again, "Come on."

Come on, even the heart of stone has melted, Kuang Zheng couldn't help but turn up the corner of his mouth, he quickly got out of the car sideways, and walked around him with full expression control.

The magnificent theater building, the last time I came was midnight, at noon I stood downstairs and looked up, the sunlight came down from the kissing beast room on the eaves, and it had a dreamlike classical beauty.

Kuang Zheng followed Bao Chan to the second floor. The towering algae well, the red-painted railings, the light from the window was screened by the quaint interior, as if looking at a millennium. Quiet amidst the noise.

"This is called Ruyi Island," Baochan said in a low voice, but under the luxurious carved beams, there was a special kind of solemnity, "I wish you all the best, and I am the fifth generation head of the family."

He is the head of the family, and Kuangzheng was a little surprised that his younger brother, who looked like a grass in his eyes, actually carried such a heavy burden. The hesitation, helplessness and struggle that Baochan had before were all understandable at this moment.

It was lunch break time, only Shi Kuo Ting's door was open in the curved corridor, Baozhan pulled Kuang Zheng over and said, "Brother, let me introduce you to someone!"

Shi Kuoting was dozing off on the back of the chair, he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a tall figure coming in with Bao Chan, he brushed his hair and walked over, frowning so frighteningly.

"We have dealt with each other on the phone." Seeing him like this, Kuangzheng stretched out his hand gracefully without any fear, "It's our first time meeting, Kuangzheng."

He has the demeanor that is unique to investment bank elites. If Shi Kuoting was not about the same height as him, he would have been overwhelmed by his aura: "Oh, it's just you, our new 'brother' that Baochan met outside," he said. Hold that hand, shake it up and down, "Jiu Yang."

"Look at what you said," there was an energy between the two of them, and Kuang Zheng raised his chin, deliberately raising his stature, "it seems like I am some kind of wild person."

Shi Kuoting thought he looked familiar, but couldn't remember it for a moment: "You said it yourself."

"Heh," Kuang Zheng smiled slightly, "Is it true that you are domesticated?"

Baochan saw that the two of them were saying nothing good, so he quickly tugged on Shi Kuoting's sleeve: "Brother, why are you talking so much!"

"Huh?" Shi Kuoting was unhappy, "Why don't you talk about him?"

"He's a guest," Baozhan formally introduced to Kuangzheng, "My elder brother Shi Kuoting is also my luthier, this theater," he half-joked, "his family, I'm working for him now."

At this time, Kuoting didn't like to hear it: "Again, whose family is it?" He rubbed Bao Chan's head, "Why is your family my family, even you belong to my family!"

Kuang Zheng annoyed him with his hands and feet, averted his eyes and said nothing.

Shi Kuoting thought he was stunned, Xiao Jiukeng laughed, and flicked his suit collar impolitely: "This outfit is pretty enough."

Kuang Zheng lowered his head and stared at his out-of-the-way hands, restrained and kept silent.

Baochan saw that there was something wrong between the two of them, so he tugged at the corner of Kuangzheng's clothes: "Brother, you should rest."

"Come on." Shi Kuoting turned around and rolled his eyes, then went back to his chair and squinted.

Master Kuang's room was empty, the old man might be exhausted, and when he returned home, Bao Chan led Kuang Zheng to Ying Xiaonong's room, halfway through, Kuang Zheng said flatly, "Don't let anyone touch your head from now on."

Baochan knocked on Ying Xiaonong's door, but there was no one: "Huh?"

"Touching people doesn't touch the head," Kuang Zheng said seriously, "Besides, touching the head doesn't grow tall."

Baochan suddenly realized: "I said," it's always his regret that he didn't grow more than 1.8 meters.

From childhood to adulthood... Kuangzheng's head was a little swollen, and he wanted to say something when he heard footsteps on the wooden stairs, one light and one heavy, running up the stairs, and shouted at the top of the stairs: "You stay away from me !"

It was Chen Rouen, with a striped shirt and denim skirt, her long hair tied up, and a conspicuous earring on her right ear, which was a small blood-stained kitchen knife.

Sa Shuang chased her up, and the baby blushed: "Senior sister, wait for me!"

Chen Rouen turned around abruptly at the stairs, almost pushing him down the stairs: "Again, I'm not interested in little kids in lo skirts!"

"That's the only time I wore it!" Sa Shuang said aggrievedly, "Others dress up as men for love, but I wear women's clothes for love, who loves deeply and loves great!"

Chen Rouen stretched out her hand and made a comparison on their heads: "You are not taller than me."

"I'm growing my body!" Sa Shuang said earnestly, standing on tiptoe, "Senior sister, don't look at some men who are 1.8 meters tall, they seem to be quite manly and coquettish. It's not certain what's going on with their sexual orientation... "Suddenly, he stopped talking, and there was a 1.8 meter tall, manly and coquettish elder brother standing in the corridor behind Chen Rouen.

Chen Rouen followed his gaze and turned back, saw Bao Chan at a glance, and immediately remembered what Shi Kuoting said about "I can't rest assured for the rest of my life", feeling sour and unhappy in her heart, she gouged out her eyes fiercely, and went back to the room with a "hum". Slam the door.

The scene was a bit awkward, Kuang Zheng tilted his head, and said in Bao Chan's ear, "Your team is not easy to lead."

"That..." Baozhan didn't know what to say for a while, and pointed to Chen Rouen's door, "The old lady of our group, Xiao Chen, is a very enthusiastic girl, and she helped to win this building."

Sa Shuang saw that the head of the family brought friends here, and smiled obediently at Kuangzheng: "Hello, brother!" Then he rubbed his nose, "Brother, I didn't mean you just now, don't get me wrong."

Kuang Zheng looked at the group of people, Shi Kuoting was the only one who was 1.8 meters tall, he immediately understood what was going on, and smiled knowingly.

"This is the ugly son of our troupe, Sa Shuang," Baochan said proudly, "Kungfu is very good, next time he plays, I'll ask you to watch it."

"Okay." Kuang Zheng agreed from the bottom of his heart. This is a group with a story. There are not many members, but each has its own style and personality. It is like a plate of Chinese dim sum that cannot be named. Every mouthful is full of human touch.

Sa Shuang happened to ask Baozhan a few things about the performance, and Kuangzheng strolled aside. There were several fans hanging on the corridor wall. He looked at them one by one, and suddenly heard Sa Shuang say behind his back: "...I see, Baozhan. place, I'm going right now."

Treasure place?Kuang Zheng frowned.

Where has he heard this saying? The word "chu" is neither like a name nor a job title... He turned around abruptly, and found an old building in the 50s on Baishi Road, Nanshan District, a theater troupe struggling to survive. , "Yanbo Zhishuang" in big characters, a narrow line of carmine on the forehead between the eyebrows.

He couldn't believe it, and went straight to Baochan, Sa Shuang went downstairs, Baochan turned to meet him, saw the expression on his face, subconsciously took a step back: "Brother?"

Kuang Zheng didn't believe in fate, fate, or predestination, but standing in front of Bao Chan, his hands trembled a little.Holding up that face, pressing his finger on his temple and gently lifting it, Bao Chan's eyes and brows were raised accordingly, and the charm of the whole face suddenly changed, from a handful of water to a ball of fire, radiant and piercing people's hearts.

It was him, the man who looked like a tiger in the moonlight, and Kuang Zheng's heart began to beat wildly. He once collapsed under the stage desolately and exhausted, and he was the one who bent down to lift him up. The crimson oil paint stained the collar of his suit... It was their first acquaintance!

"Brother..." Baochan stepped in without knowing, "What's wrong with you?"

"Bao Chan," Kuang Zheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Actually we..."

Suddenly there was a slap, something hit the back, and when he turned around, it was a bag of mung bean cakes. A man stood on the red stairs in front of him, with beautiful eyes, and he was furious: "Give me your hand!" release!"

Kuangzheng recognized it immediately, it was the boy surnamed Duan, Ying Xiaonong who disguised himself as a woman.

Ying Xiaonong came up to him, recognized him, and inserted between him and Baochan: "What are you doing!" He pushed Kuangzheng vigorously, "You came here, and you still want to hit me?" Human idea!"

He was aggressive, but Kuangzheng could feel that he was afraid. It was the kind of fear that something precious was being threatened, "Stay away from Ruyizhou!" Ying Xiaonong gritted his teeth, "You little boss who works in an investment bank Son, I will ruin your reputation with just one phone call!"

Shi Kuoting also came out of the room when he heard the voice, seeing the situation, no matter right or wrong, he stood by Ying Xiaonong first, stopped Kuang Zheng and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Brother?" Bao Chan looked at Kuang Zheng across the two big men, "You know Xiao Nong?"

"It's you and me—we know each other," Kuangzheng couldn't believe it himself, took a deep breath, Ying Xiaonong and Shi Kuoting were all out of his eyes, "I'm the one who took you to the hospital, you do you remember?"