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Ying Xiaonong was the penultimate one to play. Baozhan looked at him from the audience, his appearance was one of the best, and his voice was clearer than that at Grandma Gong's house that day. He put away his water sleeves and Shi Shi left the field, and the glory lingered on the field for a long time.

The results were announced on the spot, with a total of 25 people and 18 groups, the top seven were selected, and the seven were announced in order.

As expected, Zhang Lei and the old female student who acted for him were tied for first or second place. Ying Xiaonong didn't hold his head, and sat with Baochan, pursing his lips very nervously.

No.3 is not him, No.4 is not yet, Bao Chan grabbed his hand sideways and said softly: "Don't worry, I'm watching from the audience, you are outstanding."

Ying Xiaonong didn't say anything, just held him back hard.

Next, No.5 was not, and No.6 was not. Bao Chan sensed that something was wrong. With Ying Xiaonong's ability, he would never fall to the bottom, but when No.7 came out, he was unexpectedly defeated.

"Hey?" Baozhan got up from his seat and wanted to talk to the examiner, but his hand was firmly grasped.

"Relax, I'll ask!"

"What can I ask?" Ying Xiaonong smiled wryly, "If you can't do it, you can't do it."

"Why are you dying?" Baochan yelled to the front, "You are better than them all!"

When the examiners heard this, they packed up their things and left the stage. The candidates, either proud or frustrated, dispersed in twos and threes. The entire small theater was instantly empty, leaving only the two of them holding hands tightly in the dim auditorium.

After sitting for a while, Ying Xiaonong took a deep breath: "Let's go, poof."

The hands were released, and there was a cool layer of sweat on his head. Baochan got up, all the lights on the field were turned off, only a little green light glowing from the emergency passageway, Ying Xiaonong's back was graceful, swaying gracefully in the hazy darkness, The pink hero was cut off from the horse, and Mu Guiying returned home without a feather.

There was no one in the backstage, and they left after taking off their makeup. Only then did Baochan understand why they sat outside for a while. Ying Xiaonong's arrogance did not change, it was just hidden in his bones.

He was still sitting in the corner, picking off the top flowers one by one. When he was picking the top flowers, someone said in the corridor:

"Sister Zhang, Mu Guiying is really nice today."

Ying Xiaonong stopped picking the flowers, Bao Chan looked in the mirror, his peach leaf eyes were watery, as if holding back tears.

"Unfortunately, it's a male role, I don't want it." There was the sound of a bucket falling to the ground, it should be the aunt sweeping the theater.

"What's wrong with the male roles, the four famous roles are still men."

"Times are different, this is not popular now."

"Where is that old girl, why do you want it?"

"Women and men are two different things. Women dressed as men look fresh, but men dressed as women are a bit..." Auntie said in a low voice, "Immoral."

Ying Xiaonong slapped the hand holding the top flower on the table, Baochan hurried over and dragged him to face her.

Ying Xiaonong's whole body was trembling, her eyelashes, lips, and her unremoved head, tears were rolling in her eye sockets, trying not to fall down.

"It's okay," Baochan held his shoulder, "Not this time, there will be another time."

Ying Xiaonong shook his head: "There will be no next time."

Bao Chan frowned.

"National Theatre, Performing Arts Center, Municipal Art Troupe," Ying Xiaonong said sadly, "There is no place that wants me..."

This is the last one, Baochan's heart tightened suddenly.

I don't know who hugged who, they hugged each other, Ying Xiaonong's tears finally fell, soaked into Baochan's neck, the clothes were stained with oil paint, and the snow-white sleeves were dragged on the ground.

Baochan stroked his back, Grandma Gong was wrong, Ying Xiaonong's singing was not just for fun.

"There's another one," he said.

Ying Xiaonong raised his head, his face was dripping wet, his arrogance shattered the reality.

"It's a private troupe," Baochan said solemnly. "It's called Ruyizhou, with a history of more than 100 years. The head of the theater is called Baochan, and Xiaonong is waiting to sweep the seats."

Ying Xiaonong froze there, eyes widened.

"Are you going?" Baochan asked.

After a long time, it seemed only for a moment, Ying Xiaonong said: "Go."

In this way, Ruyizhou got a big Tsing Yi that is hard to find.

Ying Xiaonong withdrew her little finger and let go of Baochan's silver bracelet: "Seven years ago, you helped me comb my hair once in the Peking Opera Troupe in Beijing, who would have thought that I have been combing until today."

"That's not it," Baochan complained, "Which head combs the actors' hair all day long, and when Ruyizhou survives and makes money, I'll hire two hair combers for you to serve you in turn."

They all knew that Ruyi Island would not have that day, but no one said anything.

"Look at our regiment, there are old students and old students, and there are colorful faces, one in Tsing Yi and the other in Dao Ma Dan. There is nothing missing. The configuration is okay, but the money is short."

Baochan nodded, and Ying Xiaonong held him back: "Qian, I'll figure out a way. In the regiment, I'll take care of you when I'm old. Don't think about anything. Take care of me, do you hear me?"

Baochan didn't agree.

"Did you hear that!" He refused, and Ying Xiaonong lost his temper.

Baochan had no choice but to agree first.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Baochan glanced at the phone: "It's already twelve o'clock, stay here and sleep."

"My teammates are waiting for me to eat chicken." Ying Xiaonong took the good things, "Don't worry about it, let's stand together when the sky falls."

Baochan sent him out, and when he came back, he looked through the window for a long time, and did not go upstairs until he could no longer see anyone.

It was pitch black night outside the building, and the shadows of the trees changed their faces in the wind. Baochan turned on the TV on the second floor and went to wash his face listening to the sound, when the downstairs doorbell rang.

His first reaction was that Ying Xiaonong left something behind and came back to get it, turned around and ran downstairs, opened the door and said, "I told you not to leave, sleep with me overnight, tomorrow..."

There was a tall and tall man outside the door, wearing a luxurious gray suit. Hearing his words, he looked out awkwardly: "Hi, is it convenient?"

Baochan didn't know why he was embarrassed, so he opened the door and let him in: "It's convenient, why are you here?" He smiled sincerely, without any trace of politeness, "Working overtime and no food?"

Kuang Zheng laughed along with him, they were not familiar, maybe it was the night, which brought the two people who were so different from each other closer to each other: "I just put you on the road in the morning, I am very sorry."

"It's okay," Baozhan had long forgotten, "The place where I get off is actually quite convenient, the bus stop is right across the road."

Kuangzheng has seen countless people, and it can be seen that he is telling the truth: "Are you free now?"

Baochan tilted his head blankly.

Kuang Zheng lifted the front of his suit smartly, put his hands on his back: "I'll treat you to a meal."

"Now?" Baochan exclaimed, "Middle of the night!"

"There's a bar with good lobster at the World Trade Center. It's opened by a Finn. It's open until three o'clock. I know it very well. I can get two good seats."

"It's too exaggerated..." Baochan kept shaking his head, "In the middle of the night, I eat lobster in Shimao, I..."

Kuang Zheng didn't let him hesitate: "To tell you the truth, I just got off the plane and I was so hungry."

To him, the VP of Kuangda, this was already a plea.

"You're hungry," Baochan turned and walked towards the kitchen, Kuangzheng followed him, watching him take out two sealed lunch boxes from the refrigerator, open them and put them on the table, "I have some leftover food tonight, warm it up for you?"

Refrigerator, leftovers, heat, none of these three words is acceptable to Kuangzheng, he refused without thinking: "I never eat leftovers..."

Looking down, there is a box of rice and a box of roasted beans on the table. The beans are slightly burnt, and the sauce-colored soup, with a little chili, makes the saliva secrete all at once.

"It hasn't been in the refrigerator for a long time," Baochan promised, "I won't give you the bad ones."

Kuang Zheng thought it was magical, lobster and beans, he took it for granted that the lobster won, but when the box of broken beans was placed in front of him, he went to fuck the lobster.

"Stir-fried to eat, or topped with rice?" Baochan asked.

Kuang Zheng looked at him, trying to stick to his principles, but the principles were shattered to the ground, and he sat down on the bar stool without a stand: "Stir fry and eat..."

"Steam another chicken cake," Baozhan turned around and lit the fire, "I'll add some protein for you." With that crackling sound, the air-cooled big villa was instantly filled with warmth and vitality.

Kuang Zheng sat here and looked at his back: "Just now...you thought I was someone else?"

"Ah, my friend just left, I thought he came back."

Kuang Zheng was playing with the cartoon table mat at hand, but did not speak.

"Bring me my daily necessities." Baochan cracked an egg and broke it up with chopsticks, "Where do these rice beans come from? Shopping here is too laborious."

Kuangzheng was in a panic. Hearing what he said, he immediately turned on his phone, found a high-end fresh food supplier, placed an order for half a year's worth of vegetables and fruits, and filled in the delivery address here.

"I've bought it," he said. "In the future, someone will deliver the ingredients on time every day. I chose three o'clock in the afternoon. It doesn't matter if you are not at home. They will be placed at the door."

Baozhan quickly stir-fried the rice, and the smell of oil slowly came out: "You bought the vegetables for me?"

"You can't always eat for free." Kuang Zheng smiled, took off his suit jacket, and threw it on the sofa behind him.

Baochan thought about it, and the leaves of green cabbage didn't cost much, so he didn't refuse: "Then thank you brother."

After the egg cake in the pot was steamed, he brought it out and drizzled sesame oil on it, and served it with the hot fried rice with beans: "You have a midnight meal, please eat it slowly."

Kuang Zheng clicked with his tongue, imitating the bell of a fast food restaurant, then pulled off his tie and unbuttoned two shirts, the outline of his well-trained pectoral muscles loomed, giving him a wild and sexy look.

Baochan's craftsmanship, every bite has a taste of home, especially in the lonely midnight.

"By the way," Kuangzheng scooped up a spoonful of custard, "Next time someone comes, you should check the surveillance first, like today, and yesterday when I came, you are not prepared at all. Although the security here is good, you have to pay attention to safety."

Bao Chan buried himself in cleaning the countertop and stove: "Yesterday you came to watch the surveillance."

"You don't know me, so you dare to open the door for me?"

"You don't look like a bad guy, and I think I've seen you somewhere, and I'm familiar," he joked, "It might be in a dream."

Kuangzheng was chewing a big mouthful of rice, amused: "Sweet honey?"

Baochan didn't understand and looked back at him.

Kuang Zheng shook his spoon and sang softly, "I saw you in my dream, in my dream."

Baochan chuckled.

Kuang Zheng turned the mobile phone on the table in the opposite direction, and pushed it towards him: "Leave a phone number, so we can contact you conveniently."