narrow red

Kuang was downstairs in Ruyizhou, taking out his cigarette, fearing that the smell of smoke would choke Baochan's throat, so he got out of the car to smoke. Just as he lit the fire, there was a crisp sound from behind: "Brother!"

Kuangzheng turned his head and saw Baozhan coming out from under the majestic gate of the theater building, in the semi-darkness of the night, in a secluded corner amidst the trouble, and went straight to him.

The mood at this moment is indescribable. It seems that the whole body is light, freed from gravity, and wants to float to a high place, and it seems that a heart is filled with love, and it is heavy. Suddenly, his head was hot, and he took him into his arms.

In the corner of the small street, under the hazy shadows, there is only a flash of sparks from cigarette butts.

"Brother..." Baochan struggled out of his arms, looked around, complaining a bit, "I said it all, you are not allowed to do this outside..."

Kuangzheng's heart was pounding, he had never had a myocardial infarction, but he thought it was a myocardial infarction, the throbbing in his chest was so strong that he almost burst out, and he had to play it lightly: "It's okay, I just hugged it."

"Let people see it, and they should say something about us." Baochan opened the door and got into the car.

"What?" Kuang Zheng also opened the car door.

"That's all." Baochan put on his seat belt, "Men and men, play hooligans."

Kuang Zheng didn't speak, just stared at the street view outside the windshield, his neckline was a little tight, the man and the man... were hooligans, he tried his best to calm himself down, don't really do anything hooligan.

"Brother," Baochan excitedly tugged at his arm, "Brother, look at me."

"What are you doing?" Kuang Zheng didn't dare to look at it, he was afraid that if he saw it, he would lose his mind.

"Hey, look at me!" Bao Zhanfei tugged at him.

"Look, look!" Kuang Zheng had to look at him, a pair of star-like eyes twinkled very close, which made him unable to deny that he might really like this person.

"Tonight we didn't sing about the drunken concubine," Bao Chan said with a blushing face, "Guess what?"

Kuang Zheng stared at his fluttering lips, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

After Baochan finished singing Dingjunshan came back, everyone was waiting in the background, some took off their make-up, some still wore oil paint, all looked at him, no one spoke, but there was a kind of high-spirited thing quietly flowing.

"Where's the calf?" Baochan took off his beard.

"Going to greet the seat." Sa Shuang said.

Baochan nodded: "Everyone is good," he turned his back, and asked Shi Kuoting to take the flag for him, and untied the tiger (1), "

Sing like this from now on. "

"Team leader," Chen Rouen asked for everyone, "In the future...can you still sing like this?"

Bao Chan was taken aback, then turned around: "Why can't you sing like that?"

"Didn't Maverick say..." She murmured, "If we sing like this, our group will be over..."

No one uttered a word. It seems that more or less, they all believe that in this era, Peking Opera cannot survive without some attractive gimmicks.

"Are you afraid?" Baochan asked them.

Everyone was startled, but of course they were not afraid.

"If you're not afraid," Baochan threw off his heavy body and stood up straight like a pine tree. "You all go ahead with me. They all say there is no way. Let's go and see with our own eyes to see if there is a way."

He has changed, Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong can feel it, he has become more confident, more courageous, even a little fearless, they thought his courage was endowed by this theater building, but in fact it is not, because You Kuang is behind him Hold on, because his phrase "take a step back, brother is right behind you", let Baochan go forward without fear.

Sa Shuang worried: "But Mavericks..."

Just talking about Mavericks, Mavericks arrived, frowning, entering the room without the audacity of a long-winded treasure, just muttering: "There is no wine tonight, the guests have already left."

Sure enough, without the melodious voice of the imperial concubine, the audience would still be boring, and Baozhan was a little sad. At this time, Maverick handed over a business card: "The guest asked me to give it to you." His expression was a bit strange, as if he had encountered something strange. With a puzzled look on his face, "Tonight this one seems... to be a rich man."

"What do you mean?" Baochan took the business card, surnamed Cha, turned around and handed it to Shi Kuoting.

"The old man told me..." Xiao Niu looked in disbelief, "He is here to check on people today, and the Lord will be here next Friday, and there is only 10 minutes. Let's make all the performances this week. Push it, get ready."

"Hey," Ying Xiaonong stepped on the low stool next to her, "What a big tone!"

Mavericks shook his head: "It's not too loud," he said slowly, "They paid 30 in advance for the performance, and it will arrive tomorrow."

It costs 10 yuan to listen to a 30-minute play?Everyone was shocked and rushed to see the business card.

"This man," said Master Kuang next to Shi Kuoting, "this is not that..."

Everyone looked at him: "Do you know him?"

"The former head of the city theater troupe," Master Kuang knew the name, "about the same age as me, Bao Chu, is a veteran singer just like you."

The former head of the Beijing Opera Troupe?Baochan took the business card back and looked at it again and again, but he didn't have any impression. Maybe when he was in the Peking Opera Troupe, he had just entered the Peking Opera troupe.

"That's what happened," Baochan said to Kuangzheng, "Do you think it's strange?"

"30..." In the narrow cab, in the dark night, Kuangzheng grasped Baochan's hand through the armrest box, not daring to hold it firmly, only dared to hold it together, "You are worth this money."

"Really?" Baochan leaned towards him, giggling, "I'm really worth this money?"

Kuang Zheng glanced at him, thinking that it was more than 30 yuan, it was a priceless treasure, but he said: "My car is more than 270 million yuan, and you take the co-pilot every day, isn't it worth 30 yuan?"

Baochan withdrew his hand unhappily, and was about to give him a hand when he suddenly realized: "Your car is 270 million? Isn't it 60 million!"

"I never said five or six million." Kuang Zheng shrugged and smiled.

"270 million..." Baochan's eyes changed when he looked at the car, and he straightened his back, not daring to lean on the seat, "I'm still eating noodles here!"

"It's not just noodles," Kuangzheng started the car, "there are also roasted pigeons, fried cakes, and braised pork rice. Your oily hands touched everywhere, and now there are still marks on the leather."

"Nonsense, where are the seals!" Baochan eats the most carefully, let alone a car worth more than 200 million yuan, even a three-wheeler worth several thousand yuan, he is not willing to get dirty, "Don't just use your mouth, point it out! "

Kuang Zheng's Adam's apple slipped, and his eyes swept down: "Lift up your butt..."

Just at this time, the phone rang, and Kuangzheng looked at the screen. The caller ID was "Brother Zhao". Going to Baochan's house to borrow a computer, only then did the two of them have a bond of constant arguing and messing up.

Kuang Zheng picked up the phone and glanced at Bao Chan, watching him move his buttocks to check the seat. His waist was really tough, bent into an astonishing arc, so artistic and beautiful.

Kuang Zheng hurriedly looked away, and heard Brother Zhao say on the other end of the phone: "Brother, have you arrived at the private bank?"

"Yes," Kuang Zheng patted the steering wheel, "I can't help it, the meaning from above."

"The current economic situation is not bad." Brother Zhao didn't talk to him about the situation, but said one by one, "You helped me last time, and I always remember it."

Kuang Zheng smiled slightly: "It's a small matter."

"It's not a big deal," Brother Zhao was very loyal, "but you gave me the valuation overnight without saying a word, brother has to remember this love."

He was right. At that time, Kuangzheng was not his second party, and he had nothing to ask him for. He was purely a friend for help, without adulteration at all. "I have to reciprocate," Brother Zhao said with a smile, "I'll give you a message. "

Speaking of the key points, Kuang Zheng's attention was still on Bao Chan, as if possessed, staring at his every move from the reflection in the car window.

"We have a big customer in our circle, the one with a very thick bottom," Zhao Ge said, "I heard that they are looking for private banks recently, such as G&S, Durban Kailue, and they all rushed to them, and they haven't made a decision yet."

"Do you know what it is?" Kuang Zheng asked. This kind of purposeful seeking of private banks often has a clear intention to entrust.

"I don't know," Brother Zhao gave him the details. "That kid is good at riding horses. You know the horse next to Taizi Lake. He goes there often. You can bring someone to meet him. Talk about the details yourself."

"Jockey Club..." Kuang Zheng pondered, "Membership is a bit difficult."

"Don't worry about that," Brother Zhao is very reliable in his work. "One of my buddies is a member. The news came from him. He can bring three people in. I will push his WeChat to you."

"Okay," Kuang Zheng said without being polite to him, "Thanks, brother."

"Don't thank me," Brother Zhao smiled cheerfully, "If you hadn't helped me before, I wouldn't have helped you today."

After hanging up the phone, Kuang Zheng looked away from Bao Chan's reflection. The person was beside him, breathing and warm. He looked towards him: "I said..."

"Huh?" Baochan was counting up the play for next Friday, and it only lasted half an hour, so it was not easy to sing the play well.

"You're 28..." Kuang Zheng asked tentatively, "I haven't dated before, do you regret it?"

Baochan didn't expect him to ask this, so he turned his head quickly, and the eyes of the two met within a short distance: "Still..." Baochan said softly, "It's okay, I'm used to being alone."

"Love... not just two people," Kuang Zheng swallowed, "There are others."

Baochan knew what he was referring to, the things he had never experienced before: "I... don't feel it, I don't want to."

How is it possible, Kuang Zheng smiled, but he didn't understand.

Baochan didn't want to say these things: "Brother, let's go home..."

"Last time I said..." Kuang Zheng suddenly snapped, "If you don't look for it, I won't look for it..."

"That was a joke," Baochan interrupted him in turn, "How can it be taken seriously!"

Kuang Zheng didn't speak for a while, then nodded and turned on the left turn light.

"If..." Baochan said again at this time, "I didn't look for it, and you didn't look for it, it would be good for us to be brothers for a lifetime like this."

Brother for life... Kuangzheng puts forward gear. After so many years of being smart, sophisticated and good at calculating, he can't figure out whether he should just be a brother with Baochan, or take him a step forward.

After leaving, if he doesn't go to the end, he can still go back to the original place, can Bao Zhan do it?

(1) Back tiger: the place where the flag is placed on the back of the hard back.