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Kuangzheng put away his phone, didn't do anything out of the ordinary, just sighed, helped Baochan cover up his clothes, and Zhu Bajie carried it home like a wife.

He took off Baochan's coat, shoes and socks, put him on the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, the face sunk in the pillow, the red eyelids, the part of the neck exposed from the quilt, every little detail made his heart move.

This is like, within close proximity, can't help it.

"Bao'er." He called tentatively.

"Hmm..." Baochan was still conscious, and answered in a daze.

So Kuang Zheng didn't dare to do anything, just looked at him, he couldn't get enough of it, he gently put his hand into the quilt, like a bastard taking advantage of others, and touched his warm body little by little.

Shoulders, collarbone, chest, he fantasized that the treasures were trembling, followed by his fingertips, and even held his breath... The delusion of self-deception is really hopeless, and Kuangzheng took out his hand, with that soft touch , That ambiguous heat, turned and left the room.

Bao Chan kept his eyes closed, only his eyelashes fluttering slightly in the silent afternoon.

When he woke up the next day, he wore a bear apron and held a shovel for frying eggs. He refused to admit that he slept in the pile of leaves yesterday: "Impossible, don't talk nonsense."

"Don't believe me?" Kuang Zheng held the knife in his hand and said, "Bao Chan put a plate of fried eggs in front of him, "it must be facing me. "

"Little ancestor, I'll take a picture for you," Kuang Zheng regretted a bit, "Record a video, record the part where you lift your clothes and let me count your ribs, and play it back and forth."

Counting ribs...Bao Chan flushed blushingly: "You are talking nonsense!" He was very flustered, and lowered his head avoiding, "Obviously...I hate counting ribs the most."

Kuangzheng looked at him with raised eyes, and made a smirk: "Then why are you blushing?"

"I didn't..." Baochan didn't expect his face to blush. He actually knew what counting ribs was like, the fiery weight, shortness of breath, and abnormal intimacy.

Eating is a big deal, Kuang Zheng raised his hands in surrender and stopped the verbal harassment.After clearing the dining table, the two of them went to work together, and then, as usual, they ate together at noon and made an appointment to go home together in the evening.Today is Han Wenshan's first performance after he redeemed Ruyizhou. Baozhan and Ying Xiaonong are very colorful, and they will join hands to perform a piece of "Sitting in the Palace".

Yang Silang with a pheasant-tailed red python, and the iron mirror princess like a peony flower, one is romantic and unrestrained, the other is charming and graceful. Every word you say to me on the stage interweaves a magnificent and joyful drama.

Ying Xiaonong sang Tie Jing, neither soft nor greasy, not the rich and colorful Yang Yuhuan, nor the desolate Yu Meiren, with a knife cut into two verses, it sang a vivacious and imposing foreign girl:

"Hearing what he said made me sweat all over. It took fifteen years to tell the truth. It turned out that the general of the Yang family changed his name. He missed his hometown and wanted to reunite with his family!"

Baochan followed his singing, Ying Xiaonong's playful, but he was calm, with a graceful voice, full of tone: "You and I are a good husband and wife, so why should Princess Xian be too modest!"

Ying Xiaonong, what kind of husband and wife love is not shallow, we are married thousands of miles away from you! "

Master Kuang and Shi Kuoting controlled the tempo steadily for a strenuous piece of Xipi Allegro. The most feared thing is that the singing of this piece will be in a hurry.

Shi Kuoting's strings are stable, and Bao Chan's singing is even more stable. Although he is only 28, he looks like a million-strong soldier on stage, with the demeanor of a general who is as immovable as a mountain. His lips and teeth are really sharp. The old man Shi once praised him "" Biting the words is like catching a rabbit, and every word is round like a bead", no matter how fast the string is, it is clear in his mouth, and the sound is like gold and stone.

"Xiao Tianzuo and Tianmen are at war, and my old lady came to Beifan with food and grass." Baozhan shook his feathers, his eyes expressive, "I intend to go back to Songying to see my mother, but I am far away from Fanyuan!"

Ying Xiaonong smiled arrogantly: "You don't have to change your words here, I won't stop you if you want to worship Gaotangmu!"

Bao Chan clenched his fist with his right hand, and smashed his left hand: "Although the princess doesn't stop me, how can I pass without the arrow!"

Ying Xiaonong narrowed his apricot core eyes: "I want to give you a golden arrow, I'm afraid you won't return it once you go!"

Baochan yelled at him: "The princess gave me a golden arrow, and I will return it as soon as I see my mother!"

Ying Xiaonong frowned sharply: "Songying is far away from here, how can you pay it back overnight!"

Baozhan breathed a sigh of relief: "Although the Song camp is a long way away, hurry up—" With a small breath, "I paid it back overnight!"

In just 2 minutes of singing, the more than ten years of husband and wife love between Yang Silang and Princess Tie Jing, as well as the indelible family and country hatred, were vividly painted. Han Wenshan sat in the audience, but he was a little absent-minded. It is a play that is often performed, and he has listened to it dozens of times in various versions by various troupes, and the freshness has long since disappeared.

"The princess is going to steal the golden arrow," Baozhan was facing him. Although there was only this one spectator in the huge auditorium, a play is a play, and you have to sing it round and full, and tell your bosom friend, "I can't help but Gong Xi heart-"

Han Wenshan leaned forward, after listening to a play so many times, he just waited for the word "Call Xiao Fan".

The one who has sung badly is called Xiaofan, and for Baochan, the Glass Cui, it’s like playing. He walked up easily, and sang the suona tune with a loud sound, stabbing his voice to the top without leaving any gaps , there is no room for it, full of punches, stunning the most discerning ears.

"Okay!" Han Wenshan couldn't hold back, and gave Cai'er. Baochan turned around slightly on the stage, raised his wide sleeves, and instead of putting his energy into a high voice, he fell to the last sentence: "Master Bei's horse button Serial—”

He tilted his head slightly, and with that imposing manner, it seemed that he was no longer the son-in-law who had been locked in the palace for more than ten years, but Yang Silang who shook the battlefield with a long gun: "Master, pass the test!"

Han Wenshan was stunned. It turned out that the real "good son" was here. He was rash, and the shout just now was too early!After the accident, he felt as if he had been tricked by Baochan. After 20 years of immersion in Beijing opera, he was also tired and tired. He always hoped that one day he could be tricked by some actor. Today in Ruyizhou, he unexpectedly got Get what you want.

After Baochan finished singing and left the stage, he immediately got up and left the seat, and went backstage excitedly. A man who looked like an assistant followed him, holding his mobile phone and coat for him.

Listening to "Zuo Gong" you have to listen to "Call Xiao Fan" because this line is difficult to sing, how many people get watered after singing this line, and for Bao Chan's voice, calling Xiao Fan is just a trick, he has plenty of strength to do it. Carve out the next sentence, the so-called surprise, all depends on kung fu, when kung fu arrives, nature will turn decay into magic.

Walking into the backstage, Ying Xiaonong had already turned his head and was picking off Bao Chan's beard. On the stage was a loving couple, and off the stage was a pair of flowery brothers.

"Thanks for your hard work, everyone." Han Wenshan gave his assistant a wink without showing any airs of a boss, "I will order a supper for everyone, and the stewed noodles in Fengyanglou."

He treats people with respect, and everyone respects him, and they all stood up to thank him.

Han Wenshan meant Baozhan, walked over and politely called: "Boss Bao."

Bao Chan didn't poke his head, but still carried the noble air of a son-in-law: "Today's show is so ordinary, Mr. Han is laughing."

Han Wenshan shook his head: "Words are worth a thousand dollars, and the listener will accept it automatically."

Baochan was slightly surprised, he had been a teacher for so many years, how many plays he had sung for nursing homes, children's palaces, and those rich second generations, no one had ever said such words to him, the moment he heard that, he was almost envious.

Han Wenshan noticed it, and supported his shoulder lovingly: "When will you be free?" He invited him, "Come to my house to sing, and I will send a car to pick you up."

go home?Ying Xiaonong's eyes moved.

"Is there a show?" Baochan asked foolishly.

"There are no outsiders," Han Wenshan said in a low voice, "It's just family."

Your mother is a big-headed ghost!Ying Xiaonong smiled, already sharpening his knife in his heart, thinking about how to kill this sanctimonious pervert, when Han Wenshan called and asked him to meet someone tomorrow, so the conversation fell away.

After chatting casually for a few more words, Han Wenshan left, Ying Xiaonong pulled Baozhan aside, and said worriedly: "You are not allowed to go to his house, do you hear me?"

"Xiao Nong, don't pull me," Baochan hurried to remove his makeup, "Old Kuang should wait."

"Old Kuang, Lao Kuang," Ying Xiaonong grabbed him and didn't let go, "I think you are full of that surname Kuang every day."

As soon as these words came out, Baochan seemed to be frightened, and turned his eyes away: "No, don't talk nonsense..."

"Oh, I don't care about the one whose surname is Kuang." Ying Xiaonong didn't care about it, but he couldn't manage it. "This one whose surname is Han..."

"Don't go to his house, I will remember," Baochan really dotes on him, the kind who coaxes him with a little temper, "I just think that they invested more than 800 million for us..."

More than 800 million is not considered money by Ying Xiaonong: "That's not for us, it's for you!"

Baochan smiled helplessly: "Give it to me, to Ruyizhou, it's not the same."

no the same!Ying Xiaonong looked at his stupid look, and suddenly had an idea: "Well, go back and ask your old Kuang whether he agrees with you going to the boss's house to sing at night."

When it came to Kuangzheng, Baochan felt a little unnatural: "Ask him why." He untied the red python, revealing the white clothes that were close to his body, "I will listen to you, not him, about the drama."

Such words made Ying Xiaonong so happy, he was still wearing makeup, like a charming bully, he picked Baochan's chin, hummed a song and went to remove his makeup.

Baochan also hurriedly changed his clothes, then went to the bathroom to rub his face with soap, picked up his bag and ran downstairs, out of the building gate, he didn't see Kuangzheng's car at a glance, he looked to both sides of the road, and there was a narrow lane lit up in a secluded part of the alley. He didn't think much about the narrow red taillights, ran over and knocked on the window, opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

"Brother," his face was still wet, he rummaged through his bag to find a tissue, "are you in a hurry?"

The side didn't speak.

"It's really cold today, do you want to eat sauerkraut pot?" Baochan raised his head, "I'll make it for you tonight..."

Sitting next to him was a man he didn't know. He had a neat cropped hair and a sideburn was plucked out. There was a row of diamond studs on the lower ears. They should be real diamonds, especially shiny.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Baochan was extremely embarrassed, "I got on the wrong car."

He turned around to go down, but at this moment the central control slammed and locked.