Now, that e-sports rookie Luo Xian in Songhai City poses a threat to that Wei Taiqiang, and before he grew up, that Wei Taiqiang let that Huang Keer test Luo Xian.

However, at that time, Cao Jiao and Tu Tuqiao paid more attention to Luo Xian, so that Luo Xian was not very impressed by Wei Taiqiang.

That Huang Ke'er pretended to be that Luo Xian's admirer, and she quietly approached that Luo Xian.

In that Luo Xian, these people have always been lonely and self-appreciative, this person thinks that he has a chance to make a lot of money, so that Luo Xian adopted psychological tactics against that e-sports fan.

Luo Xian first asked their e-sports fans to help them do something insignificant, such as asking them to help them pour a glass of water and other small things.

After that, these people began to cut sausages and made requests.

In the end, they're sure to get that esports fan to tip themselves.

That Luo Xian is a smart person, but it is precisely because this Luo Xian is so smart that Wei Taiqiang can't see through this Luo Xian's point.

That Huang Ke'er got that Wei Taiqiang's order, but in the end, she couldn't complete that Luo Xian's task well.

I can't help but say that Luo Xian is indeed a character, after he discussed with that Xue Zhiling, he felt that he sent his henchmen to test and get close to that Wei Taiqiang, and he believed that after his henchmen got close to that Wei Taiqiang, he could improve the relationship between himself and Wei Taiqiang.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking on the part of Luo Xian.

This Wei Taiqiang is not accessible to those e-sports novices sent by Luo Xian, but they have also come into contact with some information about Wei Taiqiang's e-sports novices.

The singers of Songhai were singing, the violins and their strings were quietly whispering, the trumpets and horns were solemnly playing triumphant tunes, and at the same time the hearts of the patients were playing an indomitable song, like a great wall against the storm, like the hymn of Johann Sebastian Bach.

Just as he struggled with the fever and the ghost, and his chest was about to get stuffy and he tried to resist, he suddenly felt the door open and a woman came in with a candle. He thought it was another illusion. He tried to speak but couldn't, and fainted again. Every once in a while, he was conscious, and felt that someone had raised his pillow, added a quilt to his feet, and something hot behind him; Or when you open your eyes, you see a woman sitting in front of the bed with a face that is not entirely unfamiliar. Then he saw another face, which turned out to be a doctor who was treating him. Wei Taiqiang couldn't hear them clearly, but guessed that he was going to take him to the hospital. He wanted to fight with them, he wanted to shout loudly that he didn't want to go, and would rather die here alone; But all he could say was a few incompelling sounds. The woman understood what he meant, refused on his behalf, and came back to comfort him. He desperately wanted to know who she was. When he could easily burst out with a beginning and an end, he asked this question. She replied that she was his neighbor on the top floor, and that she had come in because she heard him hum, thinking that he needed some help. She respectfully asked him not to speak in a hurry. He listened. And he was exhausted from a little effort just now, and he could only lie still, not making a sound, but his mind continued to work, trying to put some scattered memories together. Where had he seen her? …… Finally remembered: yes, he had seen it in the corridor on the top floor; He was a domestic servant, and his name was Siduni.

On the one hand, he is very modest, and on the other hand, he is very proud. Wei Taiqiang only knew that she was a Breton and that she had a father in Hongxiang, and she spoke carefully when she mentioned it; However, it is not difficult for Wei Taiqiang to guess that he is an idle drunkard, who only exploits his daughter for pleasure; Her arrogance compelled her to let him exploit him without saying a word, and often sent a part of her salary, which she felt quite proud. The girl's education expenses are almost all borne by her. She works very hard.

"Isn't your current position bad?" Wei Taiqiang asked her.

"Yes, but I want to leave."

"Why? Are you not satisfied with the host? ”

"Oh! No; They were very nice to me. ”

"Is the salary too little?"

"Not really......"

He didn't quite understand, he wanted to understand her and tease her. But it was nothing more than her monotonous life, the difficulty of making a living, and she didn't care about that: she wasn't afraid of work, it was a need for her, almost a pleasure. She doesn't say that the most oppressive thing for herself is boredom. He just guessed. Slowly, the intuition aroused by a deep sympathy, which was sharpened by the stimulus of the disease, and which became more profound by the thought of the suffering of his dear old mother in the same life, he was able to see through Siduni's heart. He seemed to see this stuffy, unhealthy, unnatural life,—— which in bourgeois society was the most ordinary life of the pawnler; - He saw that the masters, who were not vicious but indifferent, sometimes did not say a word to them for a few days except when they were sent. She sat in the kitchen all day without breathing, and a skylight was also blocked by a cabinet, and when she looked out, she could only see a dirty white wall. All the joy is when the owners casually say that the sauce is well done or that the barbecue is just right. A secluded life, no air, no future, no light of desire and hope, no interest in anything. - The most depressing time is when the masters go to the countryside for a holiday. They didn't take her with them for the sake of economic relations, and paid her wages, but they didn't give her the money to go home, so that she could go by herself with money. She had neither the desire nor the ability. So she was alone in the almost empty room, not wanting to go out, not even to talk to other servants; She looked down on them because they were vulgar and unruly. She doesn't go out to play, she is very serious and frugal by nature, and she is afraid of running into bad people on the road. She sits in the kitchen or in her bedroom: from the bedroom, you can see the top of a tree in the garden of a hospital, except for the smoke protrusion. She didn't read, she barely did some work, she was confused, bored, and cried in annoyance; She can cry endlessly, and crying is simply a pleasure for her. But when she was so troubled that she couldn't even cry, her heart felt like she was frozen. Then she tried her best to revive her work, or naturally she had a business again. She thought about her sister, listened to the sound of the accordion in the distance, and was cranky, always calculating how many days it would take to complete a certain job, how many days it would take to earn money; She often miscalculated, recounted, and finally fell asleep. The days passed.

In addition to this particularly depressing situation, she also has a childlike amusement and cheerfulness. She laughs at others and laughs at herself. She was not blind to the actions of her master, taking his work or sending back the work she had done. He deliberately waited for the mourning area to go when he was not in the store, so as not to talk to him. In fact, this kind of caution is superfluous: because he has only encountered the mourning zone once, and the mourning zone has only lightly mentioned one or two sentences about his health problems.

Just when he was living in solitude and seclusion, he suddenly received an invitation from Cao Wangrong one morning, inviting him to a music night party, saying that a famous quartet would participate in the performance. The letter was written very politely, and Xu Qianqian also attached a few lines of earnest words at the end of the letter. He felt that the dispute with Wei Taiqiang was not very decent for him. Especially since then, he fell out with the singer, and he himself criticized her very harshly. He was a straightforward man, and never held a grudge against those he had offended; If they weren't as magnanimous as he was, he would find it ridiculous. Therefore, whenever he is happy to see them again, he will not hesitate to extend his hand to them.

Wei Taiqiang shrugged his shoulders at first, and said that he couldn't go. But the day of the concert was getting closer and closer, and his determination was wavering day by day. Not being able to hear a word, especially a piece of music, made him breathless. Although he himself repeatedly said that he would never go to these houses again, but on that day, he still went, and he was very ashamed to feel that he had no bones.

The results of going are not good. As soon as he re-entered the environment of politicians and fashionable friends, he immediately felt that he hated them more than ever: they had nothing to hide, and nothing could be hidden from you. Wei Taiqiang knew these eyes, but he didn't know the face that these eyes shone on. It was a young man between twenty and twenty-five years of age, small, a little hunchbacked, looking weak, with a pained expression on his beardless face, chestnut hair, and his features were not upright but delicate, and his asymmetrical appearance made his spirit not a commotion, but a bewilderment, but also a charm that seemed to be in harmony with the quietness of his eyes. He was standing in a doorway, and no one paid attention to him. Wei Taiqiang looked at him again; Those eyes are always timid, cute and clumsy to turn away; And every time Wei Taiqiang "recognized" those eyes, as if he had seen them on another face.

Unable to hide the feeling in his heart, he walked over to the young man; He wanted to say something good to the other party as he walked; He walked and stopped, looking left and right, as if he was walking casually, with no goal. The young man also sensed it, and knew that Wei Taiqiang was coming towards him; As soon as he thought of talking to Wei Taiqiang, he was suddenly so timid that he wanted to slip away in the next room; But he was so clumsy that his feet seemed to be nailed. The two stood facing each other, froze for a moment, not knowing where to start. The more embarrassed they are, the more they think they look ridiculous in the eyes of the other. Finally, Wei Taiqiang glared at the young man, and without a word of greeting, he asked with a straightforward smile:

"You're probably not from Beihua City, right?"

To this unexpected question, although the young man was cramped, he couldn't help but smile and replied that he was indeed not from Beihua City. His very light, like a veiled sound, was like a fragile instrument.

"No wonder," Mr. Wei said.

He saw that the other party was a little confused when he heard this strange remark, so he added: "I don't mean to complain when I say this. ”

But the young man was even more embarrassed.

They were silent for a while. The young man tried to speak: his lips quivered, and he knew at a glance that he had a word on his lips, but he was not determined to say it. Wei Taiqiang looked curiously at this face that had changed a lot, and there was obviously a little trembling movement under the transparent skin. He seems to be of a different race from the figures in this drawing-room: they both have broad faces, bulky bodies, as if they were just a piece of flesh extending down from the neck; But he is a soul floating on the surface, and there is an aura in every small piece of flesh.

He couldn't speak. Wei Taiqiang was relatively simple, so he continued: "What are you doing here, mixing in among these guys? ”

He shouted loudly, and that unscrupulous attitude was what people hated about him. The young man, in embarrassment, could not help but look around to see if anyone heard. This move made Wei Taiqiang unhappy. Then the young man did not answer his question, but smiled clumsily and cutely, and asked, "What about you?" ”

Wei Tai laughed loudly, and the laughter was a little rough as usual.

"yes, what am I doing again?" He replied happily.

The young man suddenly made up his mind, and said with a thrust in his throat, "How I like your music!" ”

Then he stopped, trying to overcome his shyness, but to no avail. He blushed, and he felt that he was getting redder and redder, until it reached his ears. Wei Taiqiang looked at him with a smile, eager to hug him. The young man raised his eyes and said, "Really, I can't, can't talk about these issues here......"

Wei Taiqiang pursed his wide mouth and smiled secretly, grabbing his hand. He felt the stranger's thin hand tremble slightly in his palm, and he couldn't help but hold it very warmly. The young man also found that his hand was being held tightly by Wei Taiqiang's strong hand. They couldn't hear the sound in the living room anymore, it was just the two of them, and they felt like they had met a real friend.

But this was just a moment, Cao Wangrong suddenly came over and gently touched Wei Taiqiang's arm with a fan, and said:

"Oh, you've already known each other, so I don't need to introduce you again. This big kid is here for you tonight. ”

When they heard this, they were embarrassed to step back.

"Who is he?" Wei Taiqiang asked Cao Wangrong.

"What! Don't you know him? He is a very good young poet and admires you very much. He's also a musician and plays the piano pretty well. You can't discuss your work in front of him: he's in love with you. One day, he almost got into a fight with Cao Jiao Levi-Ge for you. ”

Then Cao Wangrong talked to him about other things, but he turned a deaf ear and only said to himself:

"Where has he gone?"

He began to look for him. But the strange friend was gone. Wei Taiqiang went to Cao Wangrong again and asked:

"Tell me, please, what's his name?"

"Who?"

"The one you just told me."