The e-sports masters of the Xuanwu Kingdom, they bought many e-sports Internet cafes in that tulip country.

However, they think that this tulip country is good in a thousand ways, all good, but there is a little bit of badness.

Because this tulip country is mainly a few plain areas, and farmland created by reclamation from the sea and transformed swamps, there are many mosquitoes here.

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

That Tu Tuqiao and Luo Xian joked, "We can use mosquitoes as our totem at the Tulip Country Esports Club." ”

Luo Xian also smiled, those people in Baekje, when they arrived in that tulip country, they were also tortured by these mosquitoes, these mosquitoes were so powerful that the e-sports engineers of that Baekje country, and those e-sports players, they were powerless.

Wei Taiqiang let his e-sports players train while thinking of various mosquito control methods.

While he brought in many mosquito control experts from the territory of that Xuanwu country, he and Luo Xian and Tu Tuqiao agreed on e-sports competitions to distract their e-sports players.

The e-sports players under Wei Taiqiang, they all relied on their tenacious willpower to overcome that little trouble.

In fact, for the local people and e-sports players in that tulip country, these little troubles are something they have long been familiar with.

"You don't have the right of redemption," Cao Jiao replied. "But I have never been willing to force people, as long as I can compensate for my losses, I promise you to redeem it."

"Well, it's okay to sell myself for that."

Cao Jiao's conditions half a month later, he accepted them without controversy. He was foolish and determined to take back the publishing rights of all his works at a price fifty times more than his previous income, although the amount of compensation cannot be exaggerated: because it was precisely calculated by Cao Jiao on the basis of actual profits. Wei Taiqiang couldn't pay it for a while, and this was already expected by Cao Jiao. He didn't want to attack Wei Taiqiang, believing that as an artist, with the personality of an ordinary person, he deserved more attention than any young musician; But he wanted to teach Wei Taiqiang a lesson: he would never allow others to interfere with his actions. and the rules of those covenants were not made by him, but were in force at the time; So he felt fair. Moreover, he sincerely believed that those provisions were no less beneficial to the writer than to the publisher, and that the publisher knew better how to promote the work, and did not cling to some emotional problems like the writer,—— which was nobilizing, but contrary to his real interests. He was determined to teach Wei Taiqiang to succeed, but he had to follow his way and ask Wei Taiqiang to be completely at his mercy. He wanted to make Wei Taiqiang feel that it was not so easy without his help. So they made an agreement: if Wei Taiqiang could not compensate for the damage within six months, Wei Taiqiang's work would be completely owned by Cao Jiao. Obviously, within that time limit, Wei Taiqiang may not be able to make up even a quarter of this money.

But he was so stubborn that he rented out what a memorable house, rented another cheap one, and sold a lot of things,—— and he was very strange to find that there was not a single valuable ,—— borrowed money, and turned to the kind Mock, who was unfortunately sick at that time, and had arthritis, and could not go out. He went to find other publishers, and the conditions were as unfair as Cao Jiao's, and some were even unwilling to accept them.

It was a time when music publications were attacking him at their worst. A certain major newspaper in Songhai City was particularly fierce against him, and an unnamed editor treated him as a child who should be beaten: not a week did not write some slanderous words in the "echo" column to describe him as very ridiculous. Another music critic came back to sing a duet with his faceless colleague: any slight excuse would allow him to vent his brutal bestiality. And that's just the first battle: he predicts a complete war of annihilation in a few days. They were not in a hurry, knowing that any conclusive accusation would have no effect on the masses as repeated sarcasm, so they tricked Wei Taiqiang like cats playing rats, and sent him every text. Although he had a disdainful attitude, he could not help but suffer because of it. However, he remained silent, did not reply to the insults, exaggerated his self-esteem, and struggled with his publisher. He lost his time, energy, money, and at the same time his only weapon, because he was so self-conscious that he didn't want Cao Jiao to promote his music anymore.

Suddenly, everything changed. The text of the newspaper announcement was never published. The sarcasm to the masses also fell silent. The attack suddenly stopped. And that's not all: two or three weeks later, the critics of the daily newspaper took the opportunity to write a few lines of praise and play his tune. The nightingale that Wei Taiqiang admired was also invited to play. After this, Nightingale was immediately invited by the nobles of the German and Italian diasporas living in Songhai City. On one occasion, Wei Taiqiang could not help but attend such a concert, and was warmly received by the ambassador. But after only a few words, he knew that the master did not know much about music, and knew nothing about his works. So where did this sudden favor come from? It seems that someone is secretly watching him, removing obstacles for him and clearing the way for him. Upon questioning, the ambassador mentioned two of Wei Taiqiang's friends and said that the Count and the Countess of Peleni admired him very much. Wei Taiqiang had never even heard of these two surnames; And on the night he went to the embassy, he didn't have a chance to meet them. He doesn't have to know them. At this time, everyone else is disgusted with everyone, and they are as distrustful of their friends as they are of their enemies. He believed that friends and foes were equally unreliable, and that they would change at the slightest hint of wind; We should not rely on them, but as the famous man of the seventeenth century said:

"God gave me friends; He took them back again. They abandoned me. I also threw them away, and never mentioned them since. ”

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

Not only that, but he also wanted to hide from the entire Songhai City. He needed to hide in a friendly and lonely environment for weeks. Yes! If he could go to his hometown for a few days,—— it would only be a few days! Dangerous: Since his death, the wanted warrant has not been revoked. But he felt that in order to go back, even if it was just for a day, he would do anything stupid.

- He is not very interesting, but he is a smart man with a good heart. He can't revoke your wanted warrant right now, but if you want to go back for two days and see your family, the local authorities can pretend to be deaf and dumb. Here's a passport. When you arrive, you teach others to check it out. Be careful not to attract attention. ”

Cao Jiao saw his hometown again. According to the deadline promised, he delayed for two days, and only talked about the old words with the people in the countryside and those buried in the countryside. He saw his mother's grave. The grass grows long, but the flowers are freshly offered; My father and grandfather lay side by side. He sat at their feet. Behind the tomb is the wall, and at the top is the shade of a chestnut tree that grows on the sunken road outside the wall. Looking over the low wall, you can see golden crops, the warm wind blowing a soft wave on it, and the sun shining on the lazy land; Quails chirp in the wheat fields, and cypress trees chirp above the cemetery. Wei Taiqiang was distracted by himself, and his mind was very quiet: he sat with his hands on his knees, his back against the wall, looking at the sky. He closed his eyes for a moment, he had to come here once or twice a year.

"Is it Xue Yulang?" Wei Taiqiang asked.

They struck up a conversation about it.

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

"She has three sons," Wei replied.

"I'm talking about the one in Hamburg. The other two are unproductive. ”

Cao Jiao's head tilted back slightly, motionless, silent. The sun is setting.

The next day he went again and spent an afternoon in the old place. But the tranquil mood of the previous day became active. With a carol of joy without sorrow in his heart, he sat down on the grave pen and wrote it in lead into a booklet. And so it went by again. He felt like he was working in the small room he used to have, and his mother was next door. When he finished writing the song and was about to leave,—— he had already walked a few steps,—— he suddenly changed his mind and came back to hide the pamphlet in the grass. It was raining a little bit. Wei Taiqiang thought:

"Soon it will have to turn to dirt. Okay! …… I'm here for one person, not for anyone else. ”

, he used to look at the planting, but now it occupies a large area, crowding the old trees. Walking along the fence of the garden of Te Klih's house, he also recognized the boundary monument, and climbed on it as a child to look out at the garden; He was surprised to see that the street, the wall, the garden, had become small. way. He didn't understand why he was walking; I was so tired physically and mentally that I wanted to stop at any time. But he felt that if he fell, he would not be able to get back up. So I walked for another day. I don't even have a small amount of money around me, and I can't buy bread anymore. And he shuns the village. Because of a strange psychology that cannot be controlled by the intellect, this man who wants to die is afraid of being arrested; His body was like a beast being chased, running for his life. The physical pain, the weariness, the hunger, the faint fear of his dying life, temporarily overwhelmed his spiritual grief. He begged to find a place to breathe, so that he could touch his sorrows.

He crossed the border, and in the distance he saw a city with towering clock towers and a burst of smoke: the smoke was like a black river, in the rain, in the gray sky, looking in the same direction. He suddenly remembered that there was a fellow doctor here named Erek Wei Taiqiang, and he had written to him last year to congratulate him on his success. No matter how ordinary Wei Taiqiang is, no matter how wide the relationship between them is, Wei Taiqiang is like a wounded beast, struggling to defect to him with the last bit of strength, feeling that if he wants to fall, he will have to fall in the house of a person who is not a complete stranger.

Wei Taiqiang always has to take a shaky break every time he arrives at a platform. Flocks of crows hover over the top of the church's tower.

At last he saw the name he was looking for on the door of a house, and he knocked on it. - It's dark in the alley. He was sleepy and closed his eyes. My heart is also dark...... Centuries have passed......

The narrow door opened halfway, and a woman appeared. Her backlit face is invisible; But the waist is very clear, because it is black on the outside and bright on the inside. Behind her was a long corridor, and at the end of the corridor there was a small garden shining on the setting sun. She was tall, standing straight, and didn't say a word, just waiting for him to speak. He couldn't see her eyes, only felt her gaze. He said he wanted to see Dr. Erek Wei Taiqiang, and at the same time gave his name, and every word could not easily come out of his throat. He was hungry and thirsty, and he was exhausted. The woman did not say a word, and went back; Wei Taiqiang followed her into a room with closed windows and bumped into her in a black hole: his stomach and thighs touched the voiceless body. She went out and closed the door, leaving him alone in the dark room. He leaned against the wall, his head pressed against the smooth parapet, motionless, for fear of knocking over something; There was a roaring noise in my ears, and I just felt that the world was spinning.

Upstairs there was the sound of chairs moving, a few screams of surprise, and the sound of slamming the door shut. Heavy steps descended the stairs.

Hearing this noisy but sincere voice was a great comfort. The master reached out and he grabbed it. Then the lights came on. The two men looked at each other. Wei Taiqiang was short in stature, with a hard and messy black beard on his red face, a pair of kind eyes smiling behind his glasses, his bulging wide head was full of wrinkles, undulating, and expressionless, and his hair was neatly clinging to the skull, with a head path in the middle until the back of his head. He was extremely ugly, but Wei Taiqiang looked at him and held his hand, feeling very comfortable. Wei Tai exclaimed in shock: "Oh my God! How powerful you have become! How did it come to this? ”

"I'm from Songhai City," Mr. Wei said. "I escaped."

"I know, I know, the newspapers say you've been arrested. Ah, some luck! Ana, I think of you. ”

She stiffly stretched out her hand to Wei Taiqiang, elbows between her body; He shook hands with her without looking forward, and couldn't support it anymore.

"I'm here,......," he stammered, trying to explain what he meant. I think you might ...... If I don't bother you too much...... Maybe you would like to...... Hold me for a day or two......"

Wei Taiqiang immediately took the words: "What a day or two!" …… Twenty days, fifty days, you can stay as long as you like. As long as you are in this place, you live in our house; I'd like you to stay longer. This is what gives us face and makes us happy. ”

Cao Jiao was greatly moved when he heard these affectionate words, and threw himself into Wei Taiqiang's arms.