He Berger and Wei Taiqiang and others supported Zhang Ming, but Zhang Ming did not think that Chen Biaozi grew up quickly like everyone else, because everyone has his own destiny, so although the e-sports tycoon and others have already supported Zhang Ming.

However, everyone has their own personality, and not everyone who is highly praised can succeed.

However, those who are elevated have a greater chance of success.

Tu Tuqiao knew that Zhang Ming’s barbecue restaurant was not developing rapidly with the support of He Boge and Wei Taiqiang.

Tu Tuqiao said, "That Zhang Ming is really a guy who can't stand the wall."

Han Haoran's subordinates told Han Haoran about Tu Tuqiao's evaluation of Zhang Ming.

Han Haoran told Zhang Ming the words of Tu Tuqiao. Zhang Ming just smiled and said, "A person like me cannot compare with that e-sports tycoon. I was ridiculed by them. What's the matter? They said to me, and I can't have a lot of meat."

After He Boge found out, he said to Wei Taiqiang: "That Zhang Ming is really a character. I underestimated him before."

Wei Taiqiang said: "Why did you say that?"

He Berg said: "In the past, I always thought that Zhang Ming was cowardly, but I didn't expect that Zhang Ming was a person who learned to be patient. They were always difficult to mess with someone who learned to be patient. Think about Han Haoran, why did he pass on Tu Tuqiao's words to Zhang Ming."

Wei Taiqiang said: "He was trying to incite Zhang Ming to attack Tu Tuqiao, so that Tu Tuqiao would lose its power, so that he would not have time to deal with Han Haoran."

Heberg said: "You are right, but Zhang Ming was not deceived, so he failed."

"You may not be able to eat where you come." The puppy whispered, "We only eat chocolate here."

Without lights, Yu Yali couldn't see what kinds of chocolates there were in the box.

She picked out one and tried to take a bite, but it turned out to be cocoa chocolate.

Yu Yali doesn't like to eat cocoa, so she gives this to the puppy.

"Thank you," said the puppy.

"You're welcome." Yu Yali said.

Miss Cha Yueran was sitting on a ladder, while Miss Jin Zhuoma of Daban stood under the ladder.

He whispered, "They will dance the earth next."

"How long has this place been opened?" Yu Yali asked, "I mean the theater."

"It's been there for a long time," said the puppy, "it's always there."

Her other father and mother were waiting for her in the garden, standing shoulder to shoulder with a smile on her face.

"Have you had fun?" asked another mother of hers.

"It's quite interesting." Yu Yali said.

The three of them walked towards Yu Yali's other home together. Another mother stroked Yu Yali's hair with her long fingers. Yu Yali shook her head, "I don't like it." She said.

It was lunch time that they went home. The sun was shining, but the weather was still very cold. Cao Wangrong's mother opened the refrigerator and looked at it. She only found a pitiful tomato, a piece of cheese with green on it. There was only a crusty bread left in the bread basket.

"I have to go to the store and buy some fish fried sticks or something." Mom said, "Do you want to go together?"

"I don't want to." Cao Wangrong said.

"It's up to you." After saying that, my mother left. Then she came back, took her wallet and car keys, and went out again.

Cao Wangrong felt very bored.

She flipped through a book her mother was reading, which was about a distant country. The locals took a piece of white cloth and drew on it with wax. Then they immersed the painted cloth into the dye, then drew more paintings on it with wax, and then immersed it in the dye again. Finally, they placed the cloth in hot water and cooked the wax on it. After taking it out, it became a beautiful piece of material.

Then they put the material on the fire and burned it to ashes with a handful of fire.

Cao Wangrong felt that it was unreasonable to do this, and she hoped that those people would do it happily.

She is still bored, and her mother always doesn't come back.

Cao Wangrong pushed a chair to the kitchen door, stood on the chair and reached up to reach it. She couldn't reach it. She jumped out of the chair, took out a broom from the broom cabinet, climbed up the chair again, and swept the door frame with the broom.

Crash.

She climbed out of the chair, picked up the key from the ground, and smiled triumphantly. Then she put the broom against the wall and walked into the living room.

The family doesn't use this living room at all. The furniture here is inherited from Cao Wangrong's grandmother. There is a wooden coffee table, a table against the wall, a heavy glass ashtray, and an oil painting, which is a bowl of fruit. Cao Wangrong doesn't understand why someone wants to draw a bowl of fruit. Apart from these things, the house is empty. There are no small furnishings on the mantel, no statues, no clocks, and nothing makes people feel comfortable. I want to live in this room.

This is an old key, dark, cold in your hand, much colder than other keys. She inserted the key into the keyhole. The door lock made a happy click and opened smoothly.

Cao Wangrong stopped and pricked her ears to listen. She knew she shouldn't open the door and wanted to hear if her mother came back. She didn't hear anything.

Cao Wangrong then reached out and grabbed the door handle and turned the door open.

Behind the open door was a black aisle. The original brick wall could not even see the shadow, as if there was never a wall. A cold and musty smell came from the aisle, smelling like something very, very old, very slow.

Cao Wangrong walked in.

She thought to herself, I wonder what that empty room would look like if this aisle really led there.

Cao Wangrong walked along the aisle with fear, always feeling that this place was very familiar.

There was a carpet under her feet, and the carpet she laid in her own room was this type; the wallpaper was also the kind used at home; paintings were hung on the walls of the aisle, exactly the same as the paintings she hung on the aisle at her home.

She knew where she was: she was in her own room. She didn't go anywhere.

She shook her head and was confused.

She stared at the painting on the wall: No, it is not exactly the same as the one hanging at home.

The painting on their own aisle was a boy wearing old-fashioned clothes and staring at a string of water bubbles. But here, the expression on his face changed and he looked at the water bubbles, as if he was planning to do something very bad about these water bubbles. And his eyes always felt something was wrong.

Cao Wangrong stared at his eyes and thought hard about what was wrong.

Arrogant, Cao Wangrong thought to himself. It seemed as if it felt that it was the most important thing in the world, nothing else was important except it.

Half of her wanted to scold it, and the other half wanted to be polite to it. In the end, she won the polite to this half.

"Where is this place?"

The cat quickly looked around. "This place is here." The cat said.

"I know this. Well, how did you come here?"

"Just like you, come here." said the cat, "just like this."

Cao Wangrong watched the cat slowly walk across the lawn, and walked to a tree and stopped coming out. Cao Wangrong went behind the tree and saw that the cat was gone and disappeared.

She turned around and walked towards the house. She coughed gently politely from behind. It was the cat.

"By the way," it said, "you need to take a little protection. If I were to change it, I would have done that."

"Protect?"

"That's what I said." said the cat, "Besides."

It stopped talking and focused on staring at something that Cao Wangrong could not see.

Then, it lay down and slowly rubbed forward, as if tracking an invisible mouse. Suddenly, its tail flicked and rushed into the woods.

Crawling into the bushes and disappearing.

Cao Wangrong didn't know what cats mean.

She didn't know if the cats on the other side could speak, but they just refused to speak. Perhaps, they could only speak here. They didn't know where it was.

There was a brick staircase at the gates of Miss Yu Yali and Miss Cha Yueran. Cao Wangrong walked up the stairs. The red and blue light bulbs on the door opened and closed, flashing non-stop.

The door was not locked, and there was a narrow gap open. She knocked on the door. After knocking, the door opened. Cao Wangrong walked into the room.

This is a dark room with a smell of dust and velvet.

The door closed behind her, and there was no light in the room. Cao Wangrong moved forward step by step and walked into a small room. Her face encountered a soft thing. It was a piece of cloth. She stretched out her hand and flirted. The cloth was separated.

She stood on the other side of a velvet curtain and blinked her eyes. This was a theater with very dark lights. There was a tall wooden stage on the other end of the room, with nothing light on it. There was a spotlight at a very high place above the stage, and the light shining on the stage.

There were seats in the theater between Cao Wangrong and the stage, row after row. She heard footsteps and a light shaking, coming towards her. When she approached, she found that it was a flashlight, held in the mouth of a big and black highland beagle. The dog was already very old, and its mouth had turned gray all around.

"Hello." Cao Wangrong said.

The dog put the flashlight on the floor and looked up at her. "Okay, let's see your ticket." It said in a rough voice.

"ticket?"

"That's what I said. Tickets. I don't have time to talk to you. I can't lose tickets when watching the show."

Cao Wangrong sighed. "I don't have a vote." She admitted.

"Another one has a free show." The dog said angrily, "Come in with a big swagger. 'Where is your ticket?''No ticket.' What should you do with you..." It shook its head, then shrugged, "Come in."

It picked up the flashlight, took a small step, and walked into the dark shadow. Cao Wangrong followed it to the stage. It stopped and the flashlight shone towards an empty seat. Cao Wangrong sat down and walked away.

After a while, her eyes got used to the dark theater. She found that other seats were also dogs.

A rustling sound suddenly sounded on the stage. Cao Wangrong had a long time to understand that this was the sound of an old record released by the phonograph. The rustling sound turned into a whimpering sound. Miss Yu Yali and Miss Cha Yueran appeared on the stage.

Miss Yu Yali was riding a bicycle with only one wheel, throwing a few small balls in her hand. Miss Cha Yueran jumped and followed behind, holding a flower basket, and sprinkling flowers all the way. They came to the middle of the stage, Miss Yu Yali jumped off the wheel bike quickly, and the two old ladies bent down and bowed.

All the dogs in the theater were shaking their tails and barking excitedly. Cao Wangrong clapped and applauded politely.

The two old ladies were wrapped in furry coats, round. They unbuttoned their buttons and opened their coats. Not only were the coats, but their faces were also opened, like two empty shells made of chubby old ladies. Two young women jumped out of the empty shells, thin, white, and pretty. There were two pairs of black button eyes on their faces.

The new Miss Yu Yali wore a green tights and tall brown boots

Cao Wangrong leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair.
To be continued...