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Kuangzheng took the elevator to the parking lot, looking around, there were hundreds of densely packed parking spaces, parked all kinds of good cars, he walked to his Anara, took out the car keys, and someone behind him shouted: "Boss!"

It was Duan Xiaojun, Kuang Zheng turned around, the boy was standing a dozen steps away, he was chased down by another elevator, with a paper bag in his hand.

"The manager asked me to give it to you." He came over and handed the bag to Zhengzheng.

Kuang Zheng opened it and saw that it was a Lego Deadpool that had been assembled, with two guns in his hand, with a cheap look: "Why don't you give it to me yourself?"

"He answered a call," Duan Xiaojun said, "Wan Guo communicated about the contract."

Kuang Zheng nodded: "Thank him for me."

He turned to leave, but Duan Xiaojun called him again: "Boss."

"What's the matter?" Kuang Zheng turned his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "You want to 'climb to the sky' again?"

What he was talking about was the last time when Millennium made a mistake in valuation, and it was also in the parking lot. Duan Xiaojun pressed the hood of his car and said, "Even if you reach the sky, I will bring you back Millennium!"

"Can we not mention the shitty things for the rest of our lives?" Duan Xiaojun muttered, "I am no longer a rookie at that time."

Kuang Zheng turned to look at him.

"I thought about it," Duan Xiaojun said, "to find Bai Yinwu, to find my dad, and to leave you in A even after all the world-shaking." He laughed at himself, "but I figured it out, it's nonsense."

Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows, this kid has grown up.

"Thank you, boss," Duan Xiaojun suddenly bowed deeply, "for turning me from a self-righteous young man into what I am today, and making me more and more like a mature man."

"It's not that exaggerated." Kuang Zheng smiled.

"No," Duan Xiaojun was very serious, "These three months in A are enough to change my life."

Kuang Zheng did not deny that he also came from a rookie. He knew how important the first job in the society and the first boss he met were to shape a person's career.

"My dad is very rich," Duan Xiaojun said, "he gave me villas, yachts, and thoroughbred horse racing, but he didn't have time. He told me that I could count on ten fingers in a year, so I went to study sociology. , just trying to annoy him."

Kuang Zheng guessed that there was something rebellious in Duan Xiaojun's character, but he also lacked a sense of security and longed for the affirmation of older men.

"I graduated this year, and he asked me to go to my family's company. He said..." Duan Xiaojun took a deep breath, "He said that the things I learned were not wanted by anyone except my own company. I was not convinced. I said that I was from Peking University. He said that you are from Peking University and have the ability to enter Wanrong, so I sent my resume to Wanrong."

What a brat, Kuang Zheng sneered.

"But I've been relying on him for a long time," Duan Xiaojun shrugged helplessly, "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't even be able to pass the matching degree interview. You're right, I'm just an ignorant young man."

At this moment, Kuang Zheng waved his hand: "You did a good job." At the moment of parting, he said truthfully, "You are the smartest and hardest-working newcomer I have ever brought."

This is a real compliment, Duan Xiaojun seemed to have swallowed a stimulant, and immediately turned up his voice: "I will work hard like you, and sooner or later, I will become a better man than you!"

"Oh?" Kuang Zheng tilted his head recklessly, "You're overthinking this, some people are born to eat grass."

"Boss..." Duan Xiaojun lowered his face.

After the joke, Kuangzheng suppressed his smile: "I'm not... Laobai's side, please take care of me."

To Duan Xiaojun's surprise, the whole company was spreading rumors that it was Bai Yinwu who kicked Kuangzheng out of A and Wanrong's headquarters.

"If there is anything wrong with him..." Kuang Zheng said in a low voice, "Call me."

He couldn't let go of his big brother, and couldn't let go of his ten-year mentor-student relationship. Duan Xiaojun could more or less understand: "Don't worry."

Kuang Zheng nodded, turned around and walked towards Anara, and after walking a long way, Duan Xiaojun pulled his neck and shouted: "Brother!"

Kuang Zheng stopped, and across several rows of cars, Duan Xiaojun yelled loudly, like a disobedient little leopard, "You don't let me scream, you are also my brother!"

Kuang Zheng smiled, didn't look back, raised his hand and waved, leaned over and sat in the cab.

Driving out of Wanrong, he didn't even look in the rearview mirror. In front of him was a broad road full of bustling traffic. He galloped all the way, leaving all the glory and frustration behind.

He first went to Old Ruyizhou, looking for the photo of Baochan. When he got there, the house had already been painted. He asked several workers, but no one noticed a Beijing opera photo. He came out to smoke a cigarette, empty-handed. And return.

Back at the villa, I saw a big black shadow lying on the door of Baochan's house from a distance. As Anara approached, it sat up and stared intently in this direction.

When Kuangzheng got out of the car, Dahei stuck out his tongue excitedly and waited eagerly. After waiting for a long time, Baochan didn't come down. He drooped his tail and lay back on the lawn in disappointment.

Kuangzheng took out the key, and instead of opening the door of his own house, he came to open Baochan's door. The little red string on the key was hanging down, making his palms itchy. He suddenly realized that it was not only Dahei waiting for Baochan, but also him Own.

Baochan is not there, Dahei has no intention of entering the house, so Kuangzheng puts on his slippers and goes to the kitchen to look for something to eat.There are two boxes of prepared meals in the refrigerator, one box of roasted pork ribs and one box of fried pork with green peppers. He took out the ribs and put them in the microwave. heating.

After 3 minutes, the aroma of food and water vapor came out from the small microwave oven, and I picked up the chopsticks, stacked the hot lunch boxes together, and opened the door to go out.

Dahei was still there, seeing him, he moved aside tactfully, Kuangzheng sat down on the steps, and put fried pork with green peppers in front of it.

One person, one dog, the same lunch box, the same place, they ate voraciously.

In the distance, the autumn willow forest has withered colors, a large group of starlings fly by, and there is a lively sound of flapping wings. Looking at the autumn scenery, I can't help but feel a little lonely.

Throwing the bone to Dahei, he called Baochan, it was time for dinner, and he answered quickly: "Hi, brother!" The phone was messy, and Ying Xiaonong and Sa Shuang could be heard fighting each other.

"What are you doing," Kuang Zheng asked, "so noisy?"

"It's the first audition tonight." Baochan walked around and finally found a quiet place. "Everyone is very serious about it, and I'm a little excited about the play."

"Oh, the company gave me a week off," Kuang Zheng poked at the ribs, "I'm at home now, when will you be back?"

"The theater starts at 08:30, and the subway leaves at 09:30," Baochan told him. "There are pork ribs and fried meat in the refrigerator."

"Eating," Kuang Zheng glanced at Dahei, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm eating too, takeaway," Bao Chan took a bite of his meal, "Singing at night, this meal at noon will fill you up, and I specially ordered ribs rice for everyone."

"I'm full now," Kuang Zheng frowned, "won't you eat tonight?"

"Sing when you're full and hungry, but you can't sing when you're full," Bao Chan was afraid that he would worry, "I'll eat when I go home."

He sang opera on a hungry stomach, and Kuangzheng felt uncomfortable. At this time, an old voice came from the phone: "Bao'er, why did you take the stairs, don't catch a cold..."

Kuang Zheng lowered his head and saw that he was also sitting on the steps, a small coincidence, he smiled.

"Brother, I won't tell you anymore," Baochan covered the microphone, "Master Kuang called me."

"Well," Kuang Zheng didn't see Master Kuang last time, but Bao Chan mentioned that he was an old drummer from Ruyi Island, "Call me when you get on the subway, and I'll pick you up at Hongshi Station."

"Okay," Baochan hurriedly hung up the phone, "see you tonight."

"Wait," Kuang Zheng called to stop him, "The performance was successful."

Bao Chan paused, as if he hadn't heard this sentence for a long time, took a breath, and said confidently: "Must!"

After hanging up the phone, Kuang Zheng grabbed his phone and lost his mind for a while, dumped all the leftover ribs to Dahei, he took the empty lunch box into the room, rinsed it with clean water, and went to watch TV on the sofa.

In the past ten years of A, he has never had such a leisurely afternoon. The days with nothing to do seem extraordinarily long. He does not feel relaxed, but a little distracted. Time is tormented by this overwhelming sense of emptiness.

Turn off the TV and go to the second floor, he went to take a shower, Baochan’s place is really poor, there is nothing but soap and shampoo, he didn’t bother to go home to get another one, he made do with it, with a “Baochan smell” all over his body Climb onto Baochan's bed.

The beds were all the same, Kuang Zheng turned over, but felt that this place was more comfortable than his home, covered the quilt, set the alarm clock, and fell asleep hugging the pillow.

Baochan’s home, Baochan’s bed, Baochan’s dream, a pair of straight long legs under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, holding hands in palms with the sound of waves, burning pigeons’ toasted wine with loess mud, calling for mother The tears shed from the corners of the eyes from time to time, the teeth biting the tiger's mouth with drunkenness, the weight of singing Begonia flowers, throwing themselves from the stage to his arms, and the wonderful tiger-like eyes under the middle hall of "Smoke Waves"...

Kuang Zheng trembled and woke up.

It was already dark outside the window, and the alarm clock hadn't rung yet. He looked at his watch, and it was just after 08:30.There was a goose brand shirt thrown by the bed, he grabbed it and put it on, only to find that it was Baochan's, which was too small.

It's okay, it doesn't matter, he turned over and got out of bed, and while going downstairs, he pulled the front of his shirt and smelled it. It was that smell, the summer when the grass was lush when he was a child.

When he got to the kitchen, he connected to the bluetooth speaker, played Armstrong's song on his phone, and found a recipe on the Internet. He felt that with his learning ability, it would be no problem for Baochan to come in and have a hot meal.

But he overestimated himself too much. Thawing raw meat, slicing green onions, and diluting starch, he couldn’t do any step well. The first minute he put it under the plate at hand and then knocked it over. He dripped all over the floor, stepped on his slippers, and there were black footprints all over the floor. When he was in a hurry, the door opened, and Baochan walked in with a big black lunch box that he had licked clean.

Kuang Zheng was stunned, and glanced at his watch. At nine forty-five, he actually tossed around in this small place for over an hour: "Why... didn't you call me?"

Seeing the mess in the kitchen, Baochan widened his eyes: "Did you let Dahei into the house?"

Kuang Zheng is like a child who has done something wrong, hesitating: "Ah... yes, it..." He quickly changed the subject, "How was the performance?"

"It's good, but the audience is small, only 30 to [-] people." Baochan saw the tight little shirt on Kuangzheng's body, and laughed, "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

"I fell asleep and wore the wrong clothes." Kuangzheng blocked the sink with his body, "How did you come back?"

Baochan was embarrassed: "I took a taxi."

"Yo," Kuang Zheng teased him, "Is my baby brother willing to take a taxi?"

"Brother," Baozhan's eyes lit up when he said this, "a lipstick brand came to the theater in the afternoon and said they wanted to put up an advertisement. Yuan!"

Kuangzheng was not surprised, he had already thought of it, in the area of ​​Cuixi Huadu, a random advertising fee would be enough for the year-round property operation of the theater.

"I discussed with my brother and the others, set aside the money to buy mince, it's not easy for everyone these years, so we will treat it as a troupe welfare, and go out for a trip together." Baochan put on his slippers, thinking of his brother for everything good, " You count me as a family member, and it happens to be a holiday, so let's go and relax."