After the e-sports tycoons and e-sports players of that Xuanwu country joined forces to temporarily repel the attack of the elephant country, the e-sports tycoon of the lighthouse country, and the e-sports players, they decided to find a new market for the e-sports games of the Xuanwu country to go overseas in the land of the lighthouse country and the elephant country.

That Cao Jiao suggested that Tang Zhangwei focus on that Maple Leaf Country, because that Maple Leaf Country is relatively weak after all, the strength of that e-sports player is relatively weak, but their population is quite large, there are more than 30 million people, and there are many immigrants from the Xuanwu Kingdom among these people, so these people can accept the e-sports games of the Xuanwu Country.

That Wei Taiqiang flew to the Maple Leaf Country with Cao Jiao, Xu Qianqian, Huang Keer, and Liu Tienan on his private jet.

At this time, that Xue Yulang had already made a good stand in that Maple Leaf Country, and now the cooperation between that Xue Yulang and that Wei Taiqiang is getting more and more tacit.

Because, that Xue Yulang has been engaged in the e-sports industry for a long time, so he is very clear about all aspects of the e-sports industry, so some things, that Xue Yulang helped that Wei Taiqiang to complete.

That Xue Yulang rented a house in the Maple Leaf Country as a foothold for them, and had already recruited some e-sports players.

In that Maple Leaf Country, many people looked at the e-sports masters of that Xuanwu Country, and they all wanted to come and get close.

The people of that Xuanwu country, they came over to look at the scenery of that maple leaf country, and the people of that maple leaf country, they surrounded the people of that Xuanwu country, and they wanted to find a new job opportunity.

Cao Wangrong has her own reasons for not believing in men. My father, who died a few years ago, was a cowardly and lazy man, who made his wife, son and daughter suffer a lot. She also has a brother who is not a child, and I don't know what to do, and every once in a while he shows up and asks for money from the family; Everyone is afraid of him and thinks he is ashamed, lest one day they will hear what trouble he has made; But everyone loved him. Cao Jiao saw him once. He was at Cao Wangrong's house, when someone suddenly rang the bell, and his mother ran to open the door. Then he heard someone talking in the next room, shouting a few times from time to time. Cao Wangrong seemed to panic and went out too, leaving Cao Jiao to stay there alone. The quarrel continued next door, and the stranger slowly developed a threatening tone; Cao Jiao thought that he should go out to interfere, so he opened the door and went out, but he only saw the back of a young man with a slightly deformed body, so he rushed to Cao Wangrong to stop him and begged him to go back into the house. She came in with her; Everyone sat silently. The visitor yelled next door for a few more minutes, then left, slamming the door hard. So Cao Wangrong sighed and said to Cao Jiao: "Yes...... It's my brother. ”

Cao Jiao understood. "Ahh He said, "I know...... I, I also have a ......"

Cao Wangrong held his hand and said kindly and sympathetically, "Do you have it too?" "Yes...... That's all the babes who teach the family to laugh. ”

Cao Wangrong smiled; Their conversation changed the subject. Really, this kind of baby that makes her family laugh is not a taste for her, and the idea of marriage will not touch her heart: men are boring, it is better to live an independent life. When the mother saw her daughter like this, she could only sigh; She doesn't want to lose her freedom, her only dream is to have a day in the future,—— God knows when! - Live in the countryside. But she didn't want to bother imagining the details of that life, and thought it was too boring to think about such a small thing, and it was better to sleep,—— or do her work......

Before she could achieve her dream, she rented a small house in the suburbs of Paris in the summer and lived with her mother. It's a twenty-minute train ride away. The house was quite far away from the lonely station, and in the middle of a large wasteland, Cao Wangrong often returned late at night.

When Cao Jiao went to visit her, he often asked her to play the piano. Her deep understanding of esports games made him happy to watch, especially when he pointed at her with a half-word expression. He noticed that she had a good voice, which she hadn't expected. He persuaded her to train, to teach her to sing old German ballads or his own compositions; She sang with great interest and improved in her technique, which amazed them both. She is extremely talented. The light of e-sports shined miraculously on this little bourgeois woman in Paris who had no artistic sentiments. The Nightingale—(as he calls her)—occasionally mentions e-sports, but always from a practical point of view, never emotionally; She seems to only care about singing and piano skills. When she and Cao Jiao are not playing e-sports, they talk about mundane things: not housework, cooking or daily life. Cao Jiao, who was usually impatient to talk to a bourgeois woman about these topics for a minute, talked with the nightingale with great relish.

They spent the night together like this, sincerely loving each other, with a quiet, almost cold feeling. One night he came to dinner, and after a longer delay than usual, a sudden shower fell. By the time he wanted to get to the station to catch the last train, it was windy and rainy outside; She said to him, "Forget it! Let's leave tomorrow in the morning. ”

He slept in a makeshift bed in the small living room. There is only a thin wall between the living room and Cao Wangrong's bedroom, and the door is not tightly closed. He heard the sound of another bed on the bed, and also heard Cao Wangrong's calm breathing. After five minutes, she was asleep; He also fell asleep, and no thought of a commotion disturbed them.

At the same time, he got a group of strange friends who were attracted by his works. Most of them live far away from Paris, or live alone, and never meet Cao Jiao. A person's business card, even if it is vulgar, has a benefit; It's about making thousands of good people know esports players, and this can't be done without those ridiculous publicity. Cao Jiao had a relationship with several of them. Some are lonely young people, living a very hard life, wholeheartedly pursuing an ideal that they are not sure of: they try to absorb the spirit of Cao Jiao's friendship. There are also some nobodies in the mainland who write to him after reading his songs, and feel the same as him. There are also hard-working e-sports players,—— one of them is ,—— not only unable to succeed, but also unable to confess themselves: they are very happy to see their thoughts expressed by Cao Jiao. And perhaps the loveliest of all are those who do not have a name in their letters: because in this way they can speak more freely, and naively pin their faith in this elder brother who supports them. How much Cao Jiao was willing to love these lovely souls, but he could never know them, so he was very sad. He kissed the letters of those strangers, just as the writer kissed Cao Jiao's song; Everyone thought to themselves, "Dear paper, how many favors have you given me!" ”

In this way, according to the principle of gathering like like things, he has a group of like-minded people around him, as if he is a genius family member, who draws nourishment from him and gives him nourishment at the same time. The group slowly expanded, and at last formed a collective soul centered around him,—— like a world of light, an invisible planet orbiting in space, blending its song of love with the harmony of all planets.

Just as Cao Jiao had a mystical connection with his spiritual friends, his artistic thinking underwent a major change, becoming broader and more human. He no longer wants esports to be just a monologue, just his own language, and he doesn't want it to be a difficult and complex structure that only the expert can understand. He wants esports to be a bridge to human beings. Only art that is in close contact with others is living art. Because of the trend of events, and also for the sake of a group of people, "Which of your art is for me?" If not, then I don't need you! ”

This compulsion gives esports players the first to benefit. Of course, there are also big esports players who only confess themselves. But the greatest are always the esports players whose hearts are beating for all of humanity. Who is going to face

Orivi Correspondence, in the provinces, wanted to continue their prolific cooperation by letter. He asked him to collect beautiful poems, which were intimately related to everyday thought and action, like old German ballads, such as fragments from holy books or Indian poetry, religious or ethical hymns, small scenes of nature, love or family feelings, poems of the morning, dusk and night, things suitable for the simple and sound mind in general. Each song only needs four or six lines, and the expression should be extremely simple, and there is no need to play it profoundly, and there is no need for refined harmonies, and the showmanship of those of you who pretend to be elegant is useless. I hope you love my life and help me love my own life! Write me some "French Prayers". We should find some clear tunes. The so-called language of art, which we should avoid, is a class-specific term, like the work of many e-sports artists today. You should have the courage to speak from the standpoint of a human being, not an esports player. Let's take a look at the work of our predecessors. Classical art in the late eighteenth century came from the popular language of e-sports. For example, Greck might as well follow their example and write songs for the masses. Later, you will compose a symphony. What is the use of skipping a level? Pyramids are not made from the top. Your current symphony is just some heads without torsos. Oh, beautiful minds, you must have a body! There must be generations of patient esports players and the masses close. E-sports of a nation cannot be built overnight.

Cao Jiao not only applied his principles to e-sports, but also encouraged Olivier to practice them in literature:

"Writers nowadays," he said, "strive to portray characters who are unique, or who are typical of the abnormal people, except among the able-bodied masses." Since they are standing at the door of life of their own volition, then you don't need to care about them, you go to the place where there are human beings. For ordinary people, you have to show ordinary life: it is deeper and wider than the ocean. The smallest of us also contains an infinite world. Infinity is something that everyone has, as long as he is willing to be an honest person, whether it is a lover, a friend, a woman who exchanges the pain of having children for glory, and a person who sacrifices himself in obscurity. Infinity is the torrent of life, flowing from this person to that person, and from that person to this person...... You write about the simple lives of these simple people, you write about the peaceful epics of these monotonous years, everything is so the same and so different, from the beginning of the world, everything is the children of the same mother. The more plain you write, the better. Don't follow the example of modern esports players and try in vain to find subtleties. You are speaking to the public, and you have to use the language of the public. Words don't matter whether they are elegant or vulgar, only whether they mean it accurately or not. Whatever you do, you have to put your whole body in it: keep your thoughts, keep your feelings. Words should follow the rhythm of your heart. The so-called style is the soul of a person. ”

agree with Cao Jiao's opinion; But he said in a skeptical tone:

"A work like this can be beautiful, even in front of everyone, they do their own thing. It is not uncommon to see them talking with an eyebrow in their eyes. They don't have to look at each other to see each other; The two of them smiled slightly, knowing that they were thinking the same thing at the same time. Wait until they come out of the entertainment field, they Jane. The two of them couldn't be separated for a moment, so they closed their doors and thanked the guests, and all the entertainment was gone. They hate other people's feelings for them, they hate their work, they hate everything that disturbs their love. Correspondence with Christopher was also reduced. Jagarina didn't like him: he seemed to be a rival in love, representing a part of Olivier's past that was completely devoid of hers. The more Christopher occupies Olivier's life, the more she instinctively wants to snatch that position. She didn't have a heart, and at first his happiness still had the strength to express himself in charming poetry. Later, even this seemed empty and encroached on the time of love! And Yagrina, like him, tried her best to destroy all the meaning of life except love, but as soon as the tree fell, the vine-like love lost its support. In this way, both of them destroy each other in love.

Poor man is too addicted to happiness! When selfish happiness becomes the only goal of life, it will not be long before life becomes goalless. Happiness becomes a habit, a narcotic, and it is indispensable. However, it is impossible to grasp happiness all the time...... I don't know how many rhythms there are between the universes, and happiness is just one of the beats; The pendulum of life is always shaking between two poles, and happiness is only one pole of it: to stop the pendulum at one pole, the only way to break the pendulum is to break it......

They tasted the boredom of comfort, and the feeling of needing stimulation became more and more insatiable. The sweet passage of time slowed down, became weak, and eclipsed like a flower without moisture.