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Baochan wore a soft scarf on his head, a tuft of dark blue pompoms, a black mandarin jacket with a large belt, and thick-soled boots. He was leaning against the dressing table, drinking his last sip of water.

Zhang Lei is also dressed up on the side curtain, with a purple face hooked at the cross gate, wearing a boa robe, a sword on his waist, and a gray beard that has been hung on his mouth, and he is looking down the stage with the curtain lifted.

The guests arrived, accompanied by Xiao Niu Pidianpidian, two people came, one was the single team leader last time, and the other was in his 40s, with a particularly burly figure, wearing a fog gray wool coat, very energetic, at five Sit down in the middle of the row.

"Accompany that..." Zhang Lei was startled, "Isn't it our team leader!"

Baohuahua put down the thermos and straightened his clothes: "Isn't it the former head of the regiment? How do you recognize it?"

"Photos, the wall on the second floor of the office building is full of his photos," Zhang Lei turned pale, "Bao Tuan, why don't you tell me about performing for our former head!"

"Is it important?" Baochan put the peace knife on his shoulders and hung it on his beard.

"Why is it not important!" Zhang Lei became nervous, "The former head of the regiment is also the head of our regiment!"

"He's not a guest." Baochan tilted his head and stroked his beard with two fingers, "The one he's accompanying is the one."

That Zhang Lei was also worried. After all, he was just a young actor, and he could count on one hand the number of stages he had performed in the city troupe, let alone report performances to the big leaders, but today he performed here in a daze.

Master Kuang started to get through, and the gongs and drums clicked one after another, which made people panic. Zhang Lei clenched his fists, his palms were full of sweat. At this time, Bao Chan slapped him on the shoulder. His eyes said: "Mr. Zhang, with your voice, you can overturn them as soon as you go out."

As he spoke, he kicked up his hem and walked onto the stage. Seeing that the bright white stage light was about to drown him, Zhang Lei quickly followed with a whip.

The two stepped on square steps one after the other, and slowly walked to the center of the stage. Shi Kuoting's huqin walked up, and the two beat a few whips to make a figure. Take it easy!"

An extremely beautiful voice, but the audience's reaction was cold, Bao Chan didn't take it seriously, how could people who paid 30 yuan to watch a play rashly applaud, he breathed a sigh of relief, lifted his voice to its position, and picked it up behind his head. The voice resonated through the cranial cavity: "You killed that princess, why did you do it!"

This time, it was much more ruthless than every rehearsal, invincible, with the murderous aura of a blade unsheathed.

Zhang Lei caught such a fierce "one knife": "I drank fine wine in the palace last night." He knew that Baozhan's cry was not to suppress him, but to cheer him up, telling him that it was not Zhang Lei, but Li Mi, who murdered his wife and betrayed the Tang Dynasty, said, "Husbands and wives sat down and narrated their hearts to each other, and only told her the good words. Who knows that a bitch is crazy, and a man can't allow a woman to be stubborn, so I drew my sword and cut Heyang!"

This section of Xipi Allegro is Li Mi and Uncle Wang. When you come and go, they pay attention to the tight fit and airtightness. Baochan raised his eyebrows and clanged up: "Hearing the words, the anger is three thousand feet, and the sun is shining on the head of the sun!"

Zhang Lei relaxed, and under Bao Chan's guidance, he fully integrated into the scene of the play: "My good brother said something wrong, listen carefully to Brother Yu's analogy!"

These two voices are bright in their own way, and each has their own toughness, like two sharp knives, you will not let me and I will not let you, fighting each other on a small stage, and they are in perfect harmony.

Zhang Lei sang: "In the old days, Han Xin sought his family!"

Baochun continued: "One of Weiyang's palace died!"

Zhang Lei sang again: "It is Wang Mang who poisoned Emperor Ping to death!"

Bao Chan continued: "A thousand cuts will kill you!"

Zhang Lei's anger sank to his dantian: "Li Yuan was also a minister who conspired!"

Baozhan rushed to Xiaohan with anger: "He is a real dragon descending to heaven!"

Next came the climax, the face-to-face and the old students competed, the tune was turned up and down, the jargon was "upstairs upstairs", if you are not sure, you may sing directly on the stage.

Zhang Lei came first, followed Baozhan's tone, and took a step higher: "What do you say is that the real dragon descends to heaven, and the lonely king seems normal." You are a one-word and shoulder-to-shoulder king!"

His tone is already very high, and Baochan must be higher than him. He planted his feet firmly on the table, and raised his voice: "What are you talking about, shoulder to shoulder with the king!" There was only a snap, as if something was broken , "You are like a snake swallowing an elephant with a lack of heart, you are like a sleepy dragon who wants to go to heaven, even if you have thousands of generals, how can Xueshuang see the sun!"

This voice deserves to be called glass jade, transparent like glass, moist like emerald, cadenced, tactful and graceful, not to mention the audience, even Zhang Lei's hairs stood on end.

Baochan is the best partner, able to arouse the enthusiasm of the opponent. Zhang Lei has been in the city troupe for seven years, and has never had such an excited moment. It seems that he is not singing in the opera, but the opera is singing him.

He stabilized his mind, slowed down and entered the scattered board. Here, Baochan had one last turn, which was higher than any other place in the whole section, but at this joint, there was no room for a turn. The audience in the audience, Zhang Lei on the stage, Master Kuang Shi Kuoting in the side screen, and Ying Xiaonong in the backstage all sweated for him.

But Baochan just shook his scarf a little, like a hero who cuts across the sword immediately, a king who looks down on the world, there seems to be a big river in his chest, and it only gushes out from one mouth: "Wang Bodang - the wrong to protect the unrighteous!" king!"

This is "Shuangtou Tang". There are two heroes in the play and a pair of leaders outside the play. There is a story full of eloquence, which makes people who listen to the story excited and cannot be calm for a long time.

Both Bao Chan and Zhang Lei turned around, walked out of the stage and went backstage. The big guys were waiting and handed them the hydrolyzed outfits.

"Baochu," Chen Rouen handed the towel, "wipe it quickly."

"Put your head down first," Master Kuang said, "Let Bao sit for a while."

Zhang Lei frowned, and asked Sa Shuang in a low voice: "Why are you all called Baochu?" He meant that he was not respectful enough, "Obviously it should be called Baotuan..."

"Baochu, Baochu, Baochu!" At this time, Xiao Niu ran in anxiously, "Don't stop!" He pointed his thumb outside, "The guest wants you to sing another verse!"

"Why!" Shi Kuoting was the first to quit, "I'm so tired, why are you singing!"

"That's right," Ying Xiaonong beat the side drum, "It's agreed to only sing one paragraph, our treasure is a golden voice, so it's so worthless, he sings as he pleases."

"Xiao Nong," Baozhan untied his jacket, and told Manager Niu, "Go back, I can sing, let him wait."

"What are you waiting for?" Maverick looked anxious, fearing that the money would run away, "He's only 10 minutes!"

"That will have to wait until I take off the costume."

"What are you taking off? It's just right," Maverick wanted to pull him up, "Go up!"

"Master taught me, I'd rather wear it than wear it wrong," Baochan looked at him with a stern look, "I can't wear Wang Bodang to sing Qin Qiong, let him wait."

The mouth was on someone's face, Xiao Niu had no choice but to go on and on and on, Bao Chan didn't hesitate, took off his coat and arrow clothes, put on only a white shirt, and walked onto the stage slowly.

The guests didn't leave, but sat down under the stage, Baochan went up and bowed first, neither humble nor overbearing: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you'll wait so long, I'm wearing plain clothes, singing a section of Sanjiadian."

There is really no accompaniment, all the hustle and bustle has faded away, and only with a naked voice, he sings plainly: "Come to the entrance of the street, respect the passing guests and listen to the head—"

"Three Stores", also known as "Nanqijie", here is a passage about Qin Qiong's being married to Dengzhou and missing relatives and friends. The singing is plain and unadorned. In the play, Baozhan made a few words and sang his true feelings:

"I can't bear the kindness of my grandfather, I can't bear the leaders of the yamen servants, I really can't bear to lose my neighbors and my good friends, I can't bear to lose my old lady!"

He has such a bright voice, but he doesn't show off his skills at all when he sings this song. He puts all his efforts on the articulation of words, and the Beijing accent, Huizi Huguangyin, speaks eloquently, but with every detail.

The guest still didn't applaud, he listened, and suddenly got up from his seat, Baochan thought he was going to leave, but he didn't expect that person to come to the stage along the aisle, and met his eyes across a carved lacquer railing.

It was a face full of masculinity, like the leading actor in a TV series with the main theme of the 80s and [-]s. He was a big, eye-catching man wearing a dark green wool tie. He might be busy with business, and his temples already had gray hair.

Baochan sang on stage, and he kept time with him in the audience, until he sang the line "Mother wants to cry and shed tears", I can see that he really loves, and I can't help but steal Baochan's singing——

"Seeing the red sun," he sang, raising his eyebrows at Baochan, "falling behind the western mountain!"

The voice is average, not great, but it has some unique charm, and it can be heard that he understands opera, so Baochan didn't mind, and sang the ending with him: "Call the manager to vote for the shop!"

At the end of the song, one of them is on the stage and the other is off the stage, one is an actor and the other is a distinguished guest, separated by an invisible wall, but for a person with a lot of money, this wall does not exist at all. I'll open a table," he told Maverick, "I'll treat the little boss to a cup of tea."

He called Baozhan the little boss, with a certain taste of the past.

Xiao Niu accompanied him with a smile: "Mr. Xie, you don't only have 10 minutes..."

"Don't worry about him," he looked up at the stage, and said to Bao Zhanzhen, "you should be sweaty, don't catch a cold, go put it on first, and see you at the table."

The only person at the table was Baochan. Zhang Lei, who played the role, and Mr. Kuang and Shi Kuoting, who accompanied him, didn't bring any of them. Boss Xie didn't want wine, but just a pot of tea and two cups, sitting opposite Baochan.

"Good singing," he cut straight to the point, "Over the years, I asked Lao Cha to look for good shows and unconventional tastes. I found a needle in a haystack, and I found you!"

The two people who were completely strangers didn't drink a lot of wine, so they couldn't really warm up, and Baochan didn't have a smooth personality, so he held his glass and didn't speak.

"Don't be nervous," Mr. Xie offered him some tea, "Your place is nice, I will come here often in the future."

Baochan bit the bullet and smiled at him: "Thank you boss."

Even a fool could see that he was cramped, Mr. Xie laughed: "What's your name?"

"The surname is Bao, the flower that blooms."

"Bao..." Mr. Xie said with the tip of his tongue against his gums, "Good name, how old are you?"

Baochan answered mechanically, "28."

Mr. Xie found that he really didn't know how to flatter, so he didn't blame him, instead he said straight to the point: "You are a good actor, a good person, and a good group, but the manager is not good." When he mentioned Mavericks, he shook his head, "You can change it. "

Bao Chan's eyes widened.

"How much?" Mr. Xie asked.

"Huh?" Baochan was still in a daze.

"Liquidated damages for the economic agreement," Mr. Xie shook the cup, looking at the clear soup color, "I'll buy you out."

I bought you out, and Kuang Zheng also said this.

"That kid doesn't know how to act," Mr. Xie said in a matter-of-fact manner, "Let him hold you back and spoil you."