Tu Tuqiao, the e-sports tycoon of the Xuanwu Kingdom, with their subordinates, also felt that tiredness.

After all, every day that Tu Tuqiao has to talk about cooperation with the e-sports tycoons of that tulip country.

In the evening, Tu Tuqiao had to go to the various e-sports clubs of the tulip again, and played against the first-class e-sports masters of the tulip country, and saw the e-sports masters of the tulip country, that Tu Tuqiao was very excited, but no matter how excited he was, this person was not iron-clad.

The Xuanwu Kingdom e-sports fans who watched Tu Tuqiao's live broadcast of their e-sports, they also felt the tiredness of that Tu Tuqiao, and they even felt that Tu Tuqiao could fall asleep while standing.

However, in order to get more control of the e-sports clubs of Tulip Country and the support of game developers, Tutuqiao kept running.

The sleepiness of Tu Tuqiao was extremely extreme, and what he wanted to do most now was to get a good night's sleep.

Actually, that Tu Tuqiao wanted to rest, but because of that limited time, he couldn't take a good rest.

As an e-sports tycoon who relies on his own efforts and is developed, his understanding of the world and his analysis of e-sports rivers and lakes are in place, but he is a little harsh on himself.

Wei Taiqiang knew that he was a little panicked about the Tutu Bridge now, so he wanted to use this rare opportunity to find trouble with the Tutu Bridge, and that Luo Xian thought of the method that Wei Taiqiang would use, and he immediately called Tutu Qiao.

Tu Tuqiao didn't think so, but he still refused to rest.

Wei Taiqiang also wanted to take a good rest like this, but he couldn't.

The sound of a bell in the night. The serious and slow tone is carried out in the humid air on a rainy day, like the footsteps on moss. He thought about what the streets were doing in the rain at this moment, and he couldn't help but cry with shame.

The streamer slowly faded away. Day and night are like the tides in the ocean. Weeks passed, months passed, and the cycle repeated. The endless cycle of the sun and moon is still like a day.

With the balanced rhythm of light and darkness, and the rhythm of children's lives, the infinite and unfathomable years are revealed. - The nightmare creature that dreams in the cradle has its own desperate needs, and among them there are those who are painful and those who are joyful; Although these needs are shattered with day and night, they are neatly regular, as opposed to day and night.

The pendulum of life moves there heavily. The whole creature was lost in the middle of this slow rhythm. The rest are just dreams, just unformed dreams, dreams of fragments of camp disturbances

The years passed...... An island where memories begin to float in the great river of life. First, there were small islands, rocks that merely poked their heads out of the water. Around them, the waves were calm, and an ocean of water spread out in the morning light. Then there were new islands that shone in the sun.

Some images float from the depths of the soul with extraordinary clarity. The boundless days are reincarnated in a great and monotonous swing, never different, but slowly revealing a long series of years that are connected from end to end, some of them smiling, some of them melancholy. The continuity of time is often interrupted, but all kinds of past events can be connected beyond the years......

Jiang Sheng...... Bell...... No matter how far back you go,—— no matter what moment of your life you think of in the vast expanse of time,—— it will always be their deep and familiar voices singing......

At night,—— when you're half asleep and half awake...... A pale glimmer of light shone on the window...... The sound of the river is mighty. The sound of the water is even greater; It rules all things, and sometimes soothes their sleep, and even it itself is about to fall asleep to the sound of the waves; Sometimes it roars wildly, like a mad beast that eats people. Then its roar was silenced: it was the whisper of infinite tenderness, and the low chime of the silver bell was like hypnotizing countless generations of people before it for thousands of years, from birth to old age; It permeates his mind, infiltrates his dreams, its gurgling music,

The bell rings again...... It's dawn! They respond to each other, a little sad, a little desolate, so friendly, so quiet. The soft voice began to dissolve countless dreams, past events, desires, hopes, nostalgia for their ancestors,—— children did not know them, but they were indeed their incarnation, because he had stayed in them, and now they were reborn in him. Centuries of past events flutter in the bells. How many joys and sorrows! When he heard the music in his bedroom, it was as if he saw beautiful sound waves rippling in the light air, and saw birds flying by and a warm breeze blowing. A corner of the blue sky smiled at the window. A ray of sunlight shone through the curtain and gently poured down on his bed. The little world that the child knew, everything he could see when he woke up in bed every day, all the things that he had to work so hard to begin to recognize and call out in order to dominate, lit up. Lo and behold, it was the dining table, it was the closet where he hid and played, it was the diamond-shaped floor tiles on which he crawled around, it was the pasted wallpaper, it was the funny or terrible stories that he told him with a grimace, it was the clock, ticking and ticking words that only he understood. There's so much to do indoors! He didn't quite recognize it. Every day he goes to discover this universe that belongs to him: - everything is his. - There is nothing unrelated: whether it is a person or a fly, it is of the same value; Everything lives there equally: cats, fireplaces, tables, and dust fluttering in the sun. A room is like a nation; A day is like a lifetime. How can you discern yourself in these vast spaces? The world is so big! It's really disorienting. Add those faces, gestures, movements, and voices, and around him it is simply a whirlwind that will never go away! He was tired, his eyes were closed, and he fell asleep. Sweet deep drowsiness would suddenly take him away, anytime, anywhere, on his mother's lap, under the table where he liked to hide,...... How sweet, how comfortable .......

These early days of life surged and floated in his mind, like a wheat field with a breeze blowing and clouds shadowing.

The shadows dissipate and the morning sun rises. Cao Jiao found his path again in the labyrinth during the day.

Early morning...... Parents are asleep. He lay on his back on his cot and looked at the light dancing on the ceiling, which was truly scented entertainment. Suddenly, he laughed out loud, a laugh of a child. The mother leaned over and asked, "What are you laughing at, little madman?" So he laughed even harder, perhaps because someone had heard him laugh and force a laugh. Mom lowered her face and put her finger to her mouth, telling him not to wake Daddy; But her sleepy eyes couldn't help but laugh. The two of them whispered...... Min Baobao suddenly grunted angrily, startling them all. The mother quickly turned her back like a little girl who had done something wrong, and pretended to be asleep. Cao Jiao got into the quilt and held his breath. …… Deathly silence.

After a while, the little face poked out of the bed again. The pins on the roof creak and squint there. The bucket was ticking there. The bell of the morning prayer rang. When the east wind blows, the bells in the villages on the other side echo in the distance. Flocks of sparrows, crouching on the ivy-ridged walls, were noisy, like a flock of children playing, and there must have been three or four voices among them, and always the three or four, making more noise than the rest. A pigeon clucks on the top of the smoke. The child listened to this kind of voice and was distracted, humming and singing softly, unconsciously humming a little higher, a little higher, and finally screaming in a straight voice, which made Min Baobao angry and shouted: "You donkey always refuses to be quiet!" Wait, let me wring your ears! So he hid under the covers again, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and one day he couldn't help it. He heard what seemed to be a cat or a dog in the street, something strange. He slipped out of bed, and staggered over the tiles with his bare feet, wanting to go downstairs to have a look; But the door was closed. He climbed into a chair and opened the door, and rolled down with the chair, and fell in pain, and screamed; As a result, he was beaten up. He was beaten all the time, and they all had a solemn and dull face. This is not their usual face. He looked at them, and he couldn't help but feel a little timid. Old Lena of the neighborhood, sat next to him, pretending to be so fierce that sometimes he couldn't even recognize Tutu Bridge. He was a little scared, but then he got used to it, so he used various methods to relieve his boredom. He swayed, craned his neck to look at the ceiling, grimaced, tugged at the corners of his coat on the earthen bridge, studied the stalks on the cushions of his chairs, and tried to poke a hole with his fingers. He listened to the birds, and he yawned, and almost dropped his jaw.

Suddenly, there was a rag-like sound: the organ sounded. A shudder ran down his spine. On the road, I met a countryman who was driving a horse-drawn carriage, and he knew Tutuqiao. So they got into the chariot and sat down beside him. This is one step to the sky. The horses galloped fast, and Cao Jiao smiled happily; If he met other passers-by, he pretended to be serious, as if he were used to riding in a car; But he was so proud in his heart. Often he didn't sit down at all, but he was already very happy, talking loudly, and he didn't care if anyone answered. He looked at the swing of the horse's ears, and oh, those ears were weird! They flung to the left, to the right, forward, to the side, backwards, and in all directions, and so comically so comical that he could not help laughing. He twisted the earthen bridge to get his attention. But Tu Tuqiao didn't have this interest, pushed Cao Jiao away, and told him not to make trouble. Cao Jiao thought about it carefully, it turned out that when a person grew up, he was not surprised by anything, at that time he was powerful, omniscient, and omniscient. So he also pretended to be an adult, hid his curiosity, and made an air of indifference.

He was silent. The rumbling of the car made him drowsy. Horse bell dancing: Ding, Dang, Dong, Ding. The music swirled in the air, always circling around the silver bells, like a swarm of bees; It fluttered there to the beat of the wheels; There are countless songs hidden in it, and one after another can never be sung. Cao Jiao thought it was wonderful, and there was one in the middle that was particularly beautiful, and he really wanted to attract Tu Tuqiao's attention, so he sang loudly. But they didn't pay attention. He raised his key and sang again,—— and then again, it was almost screaming,—— so Xue Yulang got angry: "Hey, shut up!" Your trumpet-like voice stuns people!.

He looked at the shadow of the horse and chatted. This is another strange phenomenon. The black cattle lay on their sides and galloped by the roadside. When it comes home in the evening, it has covered part of the meadow, and when it comes across a haystack, the head of the shadow will climb up, and then it will return to the old place; The mouth ring became very large, like a popping balloon; The ears are big and pointed, like a pair of candles. Is this really a shadow? Or is it something else alive? Cao Jiao really didn't want to touch it when he was alone. He did not want to run after it, as he sometimes followed the shadow of the Tu Tu Bridge, and stood on his head a few times. - The sound of the rolling axles and the sound of horses' hooves were followed by repeated words: "Don't go any more!" ”

Tutu Bridge and the pulling and pulling of the car are always endless. They often raise their voices, especially when talking about local politics or things that are harmful to the common good. The child interrupted the fantasy and looked at them worriedly, thinking that they were both angry, and fearing that they would get to the point of drawing their fists against each other. In fact, they are talking quite opportunistically for the sake of enmity and hatred. Often, they have no resentment, no emotion, and only talk about innocuous things and shout,—— because being able to shout is a pleasure for the common people. But Cao Jiao didn't understand their conversation, he only felt that they were loud and loud, and their facial features, mouth and nose were twisted, and he couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart,......"

The car stopped. The countryman shouted, "Ah, you're here." The two die-hard enemies shook hands. Tutuqiao came down first, and the countryman handed him the child, added a whip, and the car went away. The grandfather and grandson were already at the low-sunken junction next to the Rhine. The sun was sinking in the fields. The winding path is almost as flat as the water. The dense and soft grass fell under the feet. The hazel tree was lying on the water, half of which was already submerged. Let the calm river push. Ripples sucked the willow branches, chirping. The twilight was vast, the sky was bleak and cool, and the river shone with a silver-gray light. When I got home, I only heard crickets chirping.

It's dusk in the house where the door is closed. No enemy can step through the gates...... The fire is melting, and the golden goose is soft and turns on the iron skewers. The house is full of the smell of oil and meat. Everything has a delightful and magical look. Cao Jiao rested his cheeks on the plate, savoring these pleasures deeply......

He lay on a warm cot. How did you get to bed? The fatigue of his whole body overwhelmed him. The noisy voices of the room and the impressions of the day mingled in his head. Min Baobao started playing e-sports, humming an old tune with meaningless lyrics according to his request. Min Baobao thinks that kind of music is nonsense; But Cao Jiao never got tired of listening to it. He held his breath, wanted to laugh, wanted to cry. His heart fluttered.