With the help of Wei Taiqiang, the e-sports players from the Xuanwu Kingdom occupied many e-sports Internet cafes in the Lighthouse Kingdom.

At the same time, these e-sports experts are getting happier and more money every day.

However, as before, the e-sports tycoons from the Lighthouse Kingdom found the e-sports rookie Luo Xian from the Xuanwu Kingdom, and they were going to deal with Wei Taiqiang together.

Cao Jiao and other e-sports experts from Xuanwu Kingdom, of course, supported Wei Taiqiang, but for the Tutuqiao faction, for their own interests, they did not want to see Wei Taiqiang and others develop the e-sports career in the Lighthouse Kingdom very well.

Because of this, the e-sports Internet cafe opened by Wei Taiqiang and others in Lighthouse Country was attacked by Wei Taiqiang and others.

Because of this kind of attack, Wei Taiqiang and the others had to temporarily shrink the front line in the Lighthouse Kingdom. They sold their e-sports Internet cafes in the Lighthouse Kingdom to Yun Mengjie, and then they went back to the Xuanwu Kingdom to lay a solid foundation.

Wei Taiqiang also sold this e-sports business in Maple Leaf Country to Yun Mengjie in large quantities. Yun Mengjie got a big advantage for no reason, but she felt a little embarrassed.

Yun Mengjie said: "I like to make money, but our e-sports market in Lighthouse Country cannot be blocked against that Xuanwu Country forever!"

Tu Tuqiao once said "No!" to Wei Taiqiang viciously, now he is not willing to say "Okay!" because he can't bear it. In the final analysis, who can tell the truth about the world? Perhaps the child's view is right. The main reason is that the two of them fall in love.

The day before the marriage, the two friends stayed together for the middle of the night and didn't sleep. They wanted to have a good appreciation for the last few hours of a cute past. But the time has passed before them. It seems like those desolate farewells, and the friends have gone away... Wei Taiqiang said in the middle of the middle of the sentence, and found Xu Qianqian's distracted eyes, so he stopped, smiled, and said, "You are no longer here!"

Xu Qianqian apologized in panic because she was so distracted in the last intimate time and felt very sad. But Wei Taiqiang held his hand and said:

"Forget it, don't force it. I'm very happy. Just have your dream, child."

They snuggled up to the window and stood at the dark garden. After a while, Wei Taiqiang said to Xu Qianqian:

"Do you want to escape from me? Do you think you can avoid me? You think you are Wei Taiqiang, but I will catch up with her. I think of her too."

"Good friend," Xu Qianqian replied, "I don't miss you too! Even..." He stopped at this point.

Wei Taiqiang smiled and continued his words: "...even if it's not easy to think about me!"

When attending the wedding, Wei Taiqiang dressed very well and could be said to be very beautiful. He once said "No!" to Wei Taiqiang viciously, now he is willing to say "Okay!" because he can't bear it. After all, who can tell the world exactly? Perhaps the child's opinion is right. The main reason is that the two of them fall in love. Mr. Lang Yiai didn't know that Xu Qianqian is a gentleman, and perhaps has talent... so he agreed.

The day before the wedding, the two friends stayed together for the middle of the night and didn't sleep. They wanted to have a good appreciation for the last few hours of a cute past. But the time has passed. It was like those desolate farewells. Before the car drove, everyone insisted on staying on the platform, looking at each other and talking, but their hearts were no longer here; the friend was gone... Wei Taiqiang said halfway through the middle of the words, and found Xu Qianqian's distracted eyes, so he stopped, smiled, and said, "You are no longer here!"

Xu Qianqian apologized in panic because she was so distracted in the last intimate time and felt very sad. But Wei Taiqiang held his hand and said:

"Forget it, don't force it. I'm very happy. Just have your dream, child."

They snuggled up to the window and stood at the dark garden. After a while, Wei Taiqiang said to Xu Qianqian:

"Do you want to escape from me? Do you think you can avoid me? You think you are Wei Taiqiang, but I will catch up with her. I think of her too."

"Good friend," Xu Qianqian replied, "I don't miss you too! Even..." He stopped at this point.

Wei Taiqiang smiled and continued his words: "...even if it's not easy to think about me!"

When attending the wedding, Wei Taiqiang dressed very well and could be said to be very beautiful. He had no status in his life. She admired those fanatic people, who were like Wei Taiqiang, who had a kind of faith or genius; but she did not envy: What should I do if I had their boredom and their genius?

Then how could she understand the e-sports of a great writer? She couldn't explain it clearly. She only knew that what she was superior to other performers was because of her physical and mental health and balance. This soul, which had no passion but had strong vitality, was a particularly rich garden for strangers. She did not suffer riots because of it. She had eroded the terrible enthusiasm of the artist. She could try her best to convey its momentum without being poisoned by it; she only felt the power of those works and the pleasure of fatigue after the shot. At that time, she was sweating, her muscles were exhausted, and she smiled peacefully, feeling satisfied.

One night, Wei Taiqiang heard her performance and praised her. He shook hands to congratulate her after the meeting. She was very grateful: there were very few listeners that night, and she had never been praised by many people. She had neither skillful means to join any e-sports group nor the ability to attract ordinary people to follow her. She neither used excessive skills to be innovative nor had she ever imagined to perform famous works to attract attention, nor did she claim any theory about what she played. She just honestly popped up what she felt,—so no one paid attention to her, and critics didn't know her: because no one told them that she played well; and they themselves didn't know whether it was good or bad.

Wei Taiqiang often saw Cao Wangrong. This strong and stable woman had an indescribable attraction to him. She was very strong and indifferent to fame and fortune. He was very angry because he didn't know her. Then he was at Cao Wangrong's house, and suddenly someone rang the bell and his mother rang the door. Then he heard someone talking in the next room and shouted loudly from time to time. Cao Wangrong seemed to be panicked and went out, leaving Wei Taiqiang to stay there alone. The next door continued to fight.

The stranger slowly felt a threatening tone. Wei Taiqiang thought 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 stop him and begged him to go back into the room. She also came in with her. Everyone sat quietly. The person shouted next door for a few minutes, left, and touched the door hard. So Cao Wangrong sighed and said to Wei Taiqiang: "Yes... it's my brother."

Wei Taiqiang understood. "Ah!" he said, "I know...I, I have one too..."

Cao Wangrong held his hand and said kindly, "Do you have it too?" "Yes... they are all treasures that teach the people in the family to laugh."

Cao Wangrong smiled; their conversation changed the topic. Really, this kind of baby who made the family laugh was not a taste for her, and the idea of ​​getting married would 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 was unwilling to lose her freedom. Her only dream was to live in the future one day, - God knows when! - to live in the countryside. But she was unwilling to bother to imagine the details of that kind of life, and felt that it was too boring to think of such a slim thing, and it was better to sleep or do her work...

Before she could realize her dream, she rented a small house in the suburbs of Songhai City in the summer and lived with her mother. It was a twenty-minute train ride. The house was quite far from the lonely station. In the middle of a large wasteland, Cao Wangrong often went back very late at night, but was not afraid and did not believe that there was any danger. Some were lonely young people, their lives were very hard, and they were wholeheartedly pursuing an ideal that they were not sure about: they tried to absorb the friendly spirit of Wei Taiqiang. Some were unknown people from the mainland, and they felt that they were in tune with him. Some were hard-working artists.

——One of them, not only failed, but also could not confess themselves: they saw that their thoughts were expressed by Wei Taiqiang, and they were very happy. And the cutest ones were perhaps the people who did not slaughter the name in their letters: because in this way they could speak more freely, and they were very naive to put their faith on this elder brother who supported them. Wei Taiqiang was so willing to love these lovely souls, but he could never know them, so he was very sad. He kissed the letters of strangers, just like the person who wrote the letters kissed Wei Taiqiang's songs; everyone thought to himself: "Dear paper, how much favors have you given me!"

In this way, according to the principle that birds of a feather flocked, he was surrounded by a group of like-minded people, as if they were a genius family, drawing nourishment from him and giving him nutrition. The group gradually expanded and finally formed a collective soul centered on him, like a bright world, an invisible planet running in space, blending its friendly singing with the harmony between all planets.

Just when Wei Taiqiang had a mysterious connection with his spiritual friends, his artistic thoughts had undergone major changes, becoming wider and more human. He no longer wanted e-sports to be just a monologue, just his own language, and not to want it to be a difficult and complex structure that only experts understand. He wanted e-sports to become a bridge of communication with human beings. Only art that is closely connected with others is a life-like art. It is this local scenery background that has created the charm and popular nature of the great classical author. They are from the simplest e-sports

Form comes from songs; these small flowers in daily life are deeply imprinted in the childhood hearts of Mozart or Weber. - You might as well imitate them and write some songs for the public. In the future, you will create e-sports games. What's the use of surpassing the level? The pyramids are not created from the top. Your current e-sports games are just heads without torso. Oh, beautiful thoughts, you must have a body! There must be generations of patience e-sports players and the masses. E-sports for a nation cannot be established overnight.

Wei Taiqiang not only applied his principles to e-sports, but also encouraged Xu Qianqian to implement literature:

"The writer now," he said, "to try to describe some unique characters, or in the sound masses, to ordinary people, you must express ordinary life to ordinary people: it is deeper and wider than the ocean. The smallest of us also harbors an infinite world. Infinity is something that everyone has, as long as he is willing to be a person honestly, whether it is a lover or a friend, a woman who exchanges the pain of having children for glory, and a person who sacrifices himself silently. Infinity is the torrent of life, from this person to that person, from that person, from that person to that person, from that person

To this person... you write the simple life of these simple people, write the peaceful epics of these monotonous years, everything is so same and so different. From the beginning of the world, everything is the children of the same mother. The simpler you write, the better. Never learn from the example of modern artists and waste your efforts to seek subtle realms. You are speaking to the public, and you must use the language of the public. The words do not matter to be elegant or vulgar, you can only say your meaning accurately or not. No matter what you do, you must put yourself in it: keep your thoughts and keep you

The feeling. Words should follow the rhythm of your soul. The so-called style is a person's soul. It is not only satisfying to share his happiness, but also fulfilling the wishes you made in the past and sharing his work: this is also a game. In the early days, she worked fun and enthusiastically, because working in a woman like her is a fresh trick, so she is also interested in the most dull things: copying and translation of tasteless books in the library have become part of her life plan. Her ideal life is not pure, serious, and all contributed to common and high

Is Shang's thoughts and labor? As long as the brilliance of love is shining, everything is good; because she only thinks about him, not what she does. The strangest thing is that everything she does is well done. Her mind, for abstract readings that are never competent for in other times in her life, can be effortlessly dealt with; love freely disconnected from the world; she herself does not think that it is like a sleepwallow walking on the roof, very peaceful, unable to see anything, just having her serious and happy dreams...

After a while, she began to see the roof, but was not panicked. She just asked what she was doing on the roof and went back into the house. Work got bored with her. She thought it affected love. Of course, it was because her love was no longer as passionate as before. But there was nothing on the surface. They could not separate for a moment, and they even closed their doors to thank guests and stopped all social engagements.
Chapter completed!