"In fact, the masters in the literary and artistic circles in my mind should be like this."

Ye Luo brushed aside the branches in front of him, waved his hand that was pierced by the bush, and said nonchalantly: "They live in the deep mountains, concentrate on cultivation, and don't care about the world.

Until one day, when their accumulation is enough and the realm is high enough, as long as someone discovers them and invites them out, they can become famous all over the world. ”

"I can't see it, you're still such a literary person." Song Yan followed behind Ye Luo step by step, looking at the blood beads on Ye Luo's hands, her eyes were a little distressed.

"The literary and artistic world is different from other industries, talent is only one aspect." Ye Luo said with a smile, "What this industry needs most is personal cultivation and accumulation.

When people in the literary and artistic circles are born out of thin air and begin to publish works, it is actually a kind of consumption of their own accumulation.

Only a master with a very deep foundation can withstand this kind of consumption and stand at the top of this industry for a long time.

Lao Ding is like this, when he went out of the mountain more than ten years ago, he couldn't bear the world, although there is a person's disadvantage to a company, but in the final analysis, it is still not enough personal practice.

Look at him coming out of the mountain in ten years, how about it, the world's genius. ”

"No matter how talented you are, aren't you holding you down?" Song Yan smiled slightly, "Ye Luo, when did your accumulation be completed?" ”

"Huh." Ye Luo shook his head and didn't say anything.

"However, what if he is like this singer, who has been incognito in the forest, no matter how high the realm is, no one will find him?" Song Yan asked again.

"Actually, a master of this realm. There is no fame or fortune in the heart. Ye Luo said, "If you have fame and fortune in your heart, you will not be able to bear loneliness, and you will not be able to complete a deep enough accumulation."

What they pursue should be a kind of self-satisfaction and self-satisfaction, and there are only such people. In order to continue to climb in music, or other forms of literature and art, never stop.

You see that my master Niu Xueyi, including Lao Ding, is this kind of person, although Lao Chen is also a genius, but his fame and fortune are too heavy, so he is inferior to them in terms of musical attainments. ”

"You are not allowed to say that about Uncle Chen." Song Yan protested.

"Haha." Ye Luo smiled. stepped on a mountain rock, then turned around and stretched out his hand to pull Song Yan up.

"What about Ye Luo, you? You don't have fame and fortune in your heart? Song Yan went up to the mountain rock and asked softly.

"I'm just an ordinary person." Ye Luo smiled and said, "Fame and fortune are very good for me. You can live without it.

I didn't have any ambitions before, I just wanted Mo'er to follow me. There is a stable dìng rich life.

But now, now that I'm in this position, I should do what people in this position should do.

You can't be a human being without a goal. ”

At this time, the two of them had already climbed a mountain, and at the top of the mountain overlooking the entire forest park, Ye Luo pointed to the distance and smiled: "Look." There's a higher mountain ahead, so let's rest for a while and we'll set off again. ”

"Hmm." Song Yan nodded.

Another hill was crossed, and it was nearly noon, and this woodland trek. The consumption of the body is very large, even though Ye Luo and Song Yan both like to exercise and the other like to run in the morning, their bodies are good, but they are also exhausted, tired and hungry.

"I only hope that this singer is worth your effort to invite." Song Yan said while gasping.

"It's almost there." Ye Luo looked at the satellite coordinates on the electronic watch and said, "You should be able to see it when you turn over this dirt slope, I hope this guy has surplus food at home, otherwise we will be hungry at noon today." ”

After this low soil slope, the eyes suddenly open up, under the soil slope, there is a quiet lake, this lake is not large, you can see it at a glance, it is also a pond.

On the other side of the pond, there was a small wooden house, and in the yard in front of the door, there was a pile of firewood, and smoke was curling from the roof chimney.

"Don't move." A warning came from beside him, and Ye Luo looked at it and was startled.

About ten meters to the left of the two, there was a person standing, carrying a quiver, who was taking a bow and leading arrows, facing the two of them.

"Who are you?" The man asked in a deep voice.

Ye Luo hurriedly and obediently raised his hands: "Hey, buddy, relax, we have no ill will." ”

"This is private territory, and you have to go somewhere else." The man took his bow and arrows, and his face was grim.

"We're lost." Ye Luo hurriedly said, "I'm tired and hungry, this beautiful young lady, I can't walk anymore, brother, can you make it convenient and let us eat something." ”

While speaking, Ye Luo gently kicked Song Yan beside him.

Song Yan sighed and fell into Ye Luo's arms.

Ye Luo hurriedly hugged this Nizi and frowned, this acting skill is too exaggerated.

The man was unmoved, and shook his head calmly.

Ye Luo obeyed, the beauty plan was ineffective, he bowed his head and whispered to Song Yan in Chinese: "This kid is bent, right?" ”

"Then you go and seduce him." Song Yan fell into Ye Luo's arms and blinked.

"You have a satellite positioning electronic watch in your hand, you can't get lost." But the man said, "Tell me, who are you?" ”

So it was, Ye Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and with a strong hand, he helped Song Yan up, and said: "I am the new owner of Lighthouse Records, my name is Ye Luo, Juan. Leonard recommended you to me, so I wanted to come and visit you, Mr. Chaves.

This is the new president of Lighthouse Records, Miss Song Yan. ”

"Juan, this old ghost, has he finally sold the record company?" Chaves was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Then I don't owe him anything anymore." ”

While Chaves was talking, Ye Luo had been observing him.

This is a man in his mid-thirties, looking at the contours of his face. He should have Latin blood, dark brown curly hair, three-dimensional facial features, and deep lake green eyes.

This is a beautiful man, his appearance is really good, Ye Luo couldn't help but nod secretly. This kind of appearance, coupled with good singing skills, is not popular and unreasonable.

But the temperament is really weird, living in the deep mountains and old forests, not to mention, and pointing at others with bows and arrows at every turn.

"Mr. Chaves, we're tired." Song Yan said at this time, "Can we go to the wooden house to rest?" ”

Chaves hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly: "You guys come with me." ”

Follow Chaves. Walking around the small lake, Ye Luo found that the edge of the pond had obviously been repaired, and it was stacked with neat stones, and if it were not for the two streams, Ye Luo would almost think that it was an artificial lake.

The moss on the stone is not thick, and it looks like it should have taken nearly two years to get up. Stepping on these neat stones is much more comfortable than walking on a muddy road.

I walked for five or six minutes. The cabin was almost there, when Chaves stopped. Standing in place, facing the lake, with his head bowed and paddling a cross, he muttered a few words, too light to make out what was being said.

Ye Luo found out. In front of Chavez was a grave with a tombstone on it.

The tomb is small, but exquisite, and is built of stone similar to that of the lake, and it should not be very old. It's new.

Ye Luo glanced at the inscription, which read, "Beloved wife Alice. Reina, 1987-2013.

Murrow. Chavez, late autumn 2013. ”

Oh, it's been almost three years since he died, Ye Luo nodded, this Chaves seems to be a person with a story.

Ye Luo glanced at Chaves's expression, and it could be seen that he was still immersed in the pain of losing his wife, but this immersion in front of outsiders did not last long, and soon, he raised his head and continued to walk forward.

After walking for more than a minute, the wooden house arrived, and in addition to the firewood stacked high, there were several vegetable patches in the yard, on which some vegetables were grown.

Pushing open the wooden door, there was a smell of incense inside, and on the fireplace against the wall of the room, a charcoal fire was blazing, and on the charcoal fire hung an iron kettle that had been blackened by an iron shelf, and the spout was steaming, and the fragrance came from this side.

This is the fragrance of tea, Westerners drink tea, some like to boil and drink, and even put salt and milk, this one seems to be one of them.

Chaves didn't seem to have many guests here, there was only one cup, made of wood, he took off the teapot with tongs, wrapped the teapot handle in thick linen, poured a full cup for Ye Luo and Song Yan, and handed it to Ye Luo.

Looking at his unnatural expression, it seemed to be the greatest kindness he could show.

Ye Luo smiled, took the wooden cup, blew the hot air, took a shallow sip, and suddenly 100,000 grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart.

It smells very fragrant, it tastes so bad to drink, the tea is not very good, and salt is actually put in it.

Song Yan walked for a long time on the mountain road, the water in the kettle had already been drunk, and she was also thirsty now, she was staring at the wooden cup in Ye Luo's hand without taking her eyes off it, and then she saw Ye Luo's expression when she drank tea, and wisely looked away.

"Good tea." Ye Luo said nonsense seriously.

"Then you can take it with you." Chaves pointed to the fishing rod hanging on the wall, "I don't have any extra food here, I was about to go hunting and I ran into you."

If you're hungry, go out fishing in the lake, and I'll bake it for you, and I'll catch two for me. ”

"Okay." Ye Luo didn't say anything superfluous, picked up the fishing rod on the wall, pulled Song Yan and walked out the door.

Children who grew up by the sea, fishing, that's not a problem.

As soon as Ye Luo and Song Yan went out, there was a soft "bang", and the wooden door was closed from the inside by Chaves.

"Why is this man like this!" Song Yan had been holding back just now, and she couldn't hold back when she got to the door, "We came to invite him, but he didn't even entertain him for lunch, but asked us to fish for him." Ye Luo, let's go. ”

"What are you going?" Ye Luo handed the wooden cup in his hand to Song Yan, bent down and picked up a small shovel in the corner outside the house, and began to dig the soil next to the wooden house, saying while digging, "Anyway, we are idle, isn't it fun to fish, self-cultivation." ”

"What are you doing?" Song Yan walked to Ye Luo's side and squatted down as well.

"Dig earthworms, or what kind of fish?" Ye Luo rolled his eyes.

"You're really fishing!"

"Is that okay, or you're hungry?" Ye Luo glanced at Song Yan.

"Huh? Someone's coming. Song Yan suddenly raised her head and said.

Ye Luo heard footsteps behind him, stood up and turned his head to look.

Wow, acquaintance.

Han Guan. (To be continued......)