The e-sports experts from Xuanwu Kingdom have acquired many e-sports Internet cafes in that Tulip Country.

However, they think that this tulip country has many good things, but there is one thing that is bad.

Because this tulip country is mainly in some plains, farmland built by sea-building fields and transformed swamps, there are many mosquitoes here.

Therefore, whether it is Tu Tuqiao or Wei Taiqiang, the e-sports tycoon in Xuanwu Kingdom, they will always deal with mosquitoes.

The Tu Tuqiao and Luo Xian joked: "We can use mosquitoes as our totem at Tulip Country Esports Club."

Luo Xian also smiled. Those people from Baekje, who came to the Tulip Country, were also tortured by these mosquitoes. These mosquitoes were too powerful, leaving the e-sports engineers from Baekje, and the e-sports players, with no power to fight back.

Wei Taiqiang asked his e-sports players to train while thinking about various ways to kill mosquitoes.

While he introduced many experts in mosquito-killing from the Xuanwu Kingdom, he agreed with Luo Xian and Tu Tuqiao to distract his e-sports players.

The e-sports player under Wei Taiqiang all defeated that little trouble with his tenacious willpower.

In fact, for the local people and e-sports players in the Tulip Country, these little troubles are something they have long been accustomed to.

"You have no right to redeem," Cao Jiao replied. "But I have never been willing to force others. As long as I can compensate me for my losses, I promise you to redeem it."

"Okay, I can sell myself for this."

He accepted the conditions proposed by Cao Jiao half a month later without any argument. He was stupid and decided to take back the copyright of all his works at a price of fifty times more than his previous income. Although the amount of compensation cannot be said to be exaggerated: because it was calculated by Cao Jiao based on the actual profit. Wei Taiqiang could not repay it for a while, and this was long before Cao Jiao expected. He did not want to attack Wei Taiqiang, thinking that in terms of artists, in terms of an ordinary person's personality, he was worthy of attention than any young musician; but he wanted to teach Wei Taiqiang a lesson: he would never allow others to interfere in actions within his rights. And the rules of those contracts were not set by him, but were passed at the time; so he felt very generous.

Ping. In addition, he really believed that those articles were not as good as those for writers, and publishers knew better how to promote works, and did not stick to some emotional issues like writers. This kind of concern was not to mention noble, but it was contrary to his real interests. He decided to teach Wei Taiqiang to succeed, but he had to follow his way and Wei Taiqiang completely obey his mercy. He wanted Wei Taiqiang to feel that it was not so easy to not need him to help. So they established an agreement: If Wei Taiqiang could not compensate for the losses within six months, Wei Taiqiang's works would be completely owned by Cao Jiao. Obviously, within that period, Wei Taiqiang might not be able to get a quarter of the money.

But he was stubborn and retired the souvenir house. He rented another cheap house and sold a lot of things. He was strangely aware that there was nothing valuable. He took advantage of the debt to seek help from the kind-hearted Mok. Unfortunately, he was sick at that time and had arthritis and could not go out. He went to find another publisher, and the conditions were as unfair as those of Cao Jiao, and some were even unwilling to accept it.

At that time, it was a period when music publications attacked him the most fiercely. A big newspaper in Songhai City was particularly fierce to him. An editor who did not sign was treating him as the child he deserved to be beaten: he did not write slander words in the "Echo" column for a week, which made him ridiculous. Another music critic came to sing a double act with the colleague who did not show up again: any subtle excuses could make him vent his brutal beastly nature. This was just the first battle: he predicted that a complete annihilation battle would take a few days. They were not panic.

He was busy, knowing that any conclusive accusation had not had the effect on the masses, and he sarcastically played with Wei Taiqiang like a cat playing rat, sending him every text. Although he was disdainful and disdainful, he couldn't help but suffer. However, he remained silent and refused to reply to those insults and excessive self-esteem, and fought with his publisher. He lost time, energy, money, and his only weapon for this, because he acted in an impulse and was unwilling to let Cao Jiao promote his music again.

Suddenly, everything changed. The preview in the newspaper was never published. The satirical expression of the masses was silent. The attack suddenly stopped. Not only that: two or three weeks later, the critic of the daily newspaper also took the chance to write a few lines of praise in the meeting to play his songs. The nightingale that Wei Taiqiang admired was also invited to play. After this, the nightingale was immediately invited by the nobles living in Songhai City, Germany and Italy. Once, Wei Taiqiang had to attend such concerts, and was warmly entertained by the ambassador. However, after only a few words, he knew that the master did not understand music and knew nothing about his works. So this sudden good

Where did the feeling come from? It seemed that someone was secretly caring for him, clearing obstacles for him, and setting the way for him. After Wei Taiqiang's inquiry, the ambassador mentioned Wei Taiqiang's two friends and said that Count Peleni and the Countess admired him very much. Wei Taiqiang had never heard of these two surnames; and on the night he went to the embassy, ​​he did not have the chance to see them. He did not have to know them. At this time, everyone else felt disgusted with everyone, and he distrustds his friends as much as his enemies. He believed that friends and enemies were equally unreliable, and as long as a gust of wind blows, they would change; we should not rely on them, but as the 17th century celebrity said:

"God gave it to my friends, and took them back. They abandoned me. I threw them away, and never mentioned anything."

So I didn't want to meet them at all, but instead wanted to avoid them.

Not only that, he also wanted to hide from the entire Songhai City. He needed to hide in a friendly and lonely environment for a few weeks. Ah! If he could go to his hometown to recuperate for a few days, it would be enough! It was dangerous: since his despair, the wanted order has never been revoked. But he felt that in order to go back, even if he only went back for a day, he would do anything stupid.

—He is not very interesting, but a smart person has a good heart. Although he cannot immediately withdraw your wanted notice, if you want to go back for two days and see your family, the local authorities can pretend to be deaf and dumb. This is a passport. When you arrive and leave, you will be able to test it. Be careful about everything and don’t attract others’ attention.”

Cao Jiao met his hometown again. According to the deadline that the people agreed, he spent two days and only told old words to the countryside and those buried in the countryside. He saw his mother's grave. The grass grew very long, but the flowers were newly offered; his father and grandfather were sleeping shoulder to shoulder. He sat at their feet. Behind the tomb was the wall, and the tall head was the shade of a chestnut tree growing on the sunken road outside the wall. Looking over from the low wall, you could see golden crops, the warm wind blew a soft wave on it, the sun shining on the lazy land; quails were shouting in the wheat fields, and cypresses rustling on the cemetery. Wei Taiqiang was there in a state of consciousness, his heart was very quiet: he sat with his knees in his hands, leaning against the wall, and looking at the sky. He closed his eyes for a while, and he had to come here once or twice a year.

"Is it Xue Yulang?" Wei Taiqiang asked.

They started talking about this.

"Are you a son?" the gardener asked him.

"She has three sons," Wei Taiqiang replied.

"I'm talking about the one in the burger. The other two are not promising."

Cao Jiao's head looked back slightly, motionless, and silent. The sun set.

The next day he went and spent an afternoon in the old place. But the quiet mood of the previous day became active. He sang an ode of joy without worries in his heart. He sat on the tomb railing and wrote the song in the booklet with a pencil. The day passed like this. He felt that he was working in the small room of that year, and his mother was next door. After writing the song and about to leave,—had already walked a few steps,—he suddenly changed his mind and came back to hide the booklet in the grass. It was raining a few times in the sky. Wei Taiqiang thought:

"It will soon turn into soil. OK!...I'm for you alone, not for others."

, He used to see what he planted, now it occupied a large area and squeezed the old trees. Walking along the wall of the T Krich's garden, he also recognized the boundary marker, and when he was a child, he climbed on it to look at the garden. He was surprised to find that the street, that wall, and that garden were all narrow. He didn't understand why he was walking; his body and spirit were extremely tired, and he wanted to stop at any time. But he felt that if he fell down, he could not get up again. So he left again

One day, there was no small amount of money around him, and he could not buy bread anymore. Moreover, he avoided the village. Due to a strange mentality that could be controlled by irrational intelligence, this person who wanted to die was afraid of being caught by others; his body was like a wild beast chased by others, running away desperately. The physical pain, fatigue, hunger, and the dying life felt vaguely. He temporarily overwhelmed his spiritual grief. He wanted to find a place to breathe and carefully savor his own sorrow.

He crossed the border and saw a city with towering bell towers and smoke from afar: the continuous smoke was like a black river, in the rain, in the gray sky, blowing in the same direction. He suddenly remembered that there was a fellow doctor here named Alek Wei Taiqiang, who had sent a letter to congratulate him on his success last year. No matter how ordinary Wei Taiqiang was, no matter how wide the relationship between them was, Wei Taiqiang was like a wounded beast, trying his last strength to join him, and felt that he had to fall down and fell into a not completely stranger's house.

Every time Wei Taiqiang arrived at a platform, he had to stagger and rest for a while. Groups of crows hovered on the top of the church tower.

He finally saw the name he was looking for on the door of a room and knocked on the door. The alley was very dark. He was so tired that he closed his eyes. His heart was also pitch black... Centuries have passed...

Half the narrow door opened, a woman appeared. Her backlit face was impossible to see; but her waist seemed very clear, because it was dark outside and bright inside. Behind her was a long corridor, and there was a small garden shining on the setting sun at the end of the corridor. She was tall and straight, without saying a word, just waiting for him to speak. He could not see her eyes, but only felt her eyes. He said he wanted to see Dr. Alek Wei Taiqiang, and at the same time he reported his name, and every word was not easy to pass from his throat.

He vomited out of his throat. He was hungry and exhausted. The woman couldn't hear it and went back in; Wei Taiqiang followed her into a room with a closed window and bumped into her in the black hole: her belly and thighs touched the soundless body. She went out and brought the door and let him stay in the black room by himself. He leaned against the wall, his forehead against the smooth protective wall, motionless, fearing that he would knock something over; his ears were buzzing, and he felt dizzy.

There was a sound of moving chairs upstairs, someone screamed in surprise, and there was a thud of banging doors. Heavy steps walked down the stairs.

Length, I felt a great comfort when I heard this noisy but sincere voice. The master stretched out his hand and he grabbed it. At this time, the lights came. The two of them looked at each other. Wei Taiqiang was short, with hard and messy black beards on his red face, and a pair of kind eyes were smiling behind his glasses. His broad forehead was full of wrinkles, uneven and uneven, and his expression was not expressed. His hair was neatly pressed against his head, and a trail was divided between them until the back of his head. He looked extremely ugly, but Wei Taiqiang looked at him and held his hand, feeling very comfortable. Wei Taiqiang shouted in surprise: "Oh my God! How are you becoming so powerful? How did you make this happen?"

"I came from Songhai City," said Wei Taiqiang. "I escaped."

"I know, I know, the newspaper said you were arrested. Oh, it's quite lucky! Ana and I both think of you."

She stretched out her hand to Wei Taiqiang with her elbows clamped her body; he shook hands with her without expecting her, and she could no longer support her.

"I'm here..." He stammered and tried to explain his purpose. "I think you might...if I don't bother you very much... maybe you're willing to... keep me for a day or two..."

Wei Taiqiang immediately answered the words: "What are the first or two days!... Twenty days, fifty days, you can stay as long as you like. As long as you are in this place, you will live in our house; I also hope you will stay for a while. This is to give us face and make us happy."

Cao Jiao was moved by these intimate words and threw himself into Wei Taiqiang's arms.
Chapter completed!