That Wei Taiqiang was very happy to see his esports players win the game.

In the evening, Wei Taiqiang held a celebration ceremony for Xu Qianqian and other e-sports players.

However, that Wei Taiqiang found that those e-sports players just wanted to live their own small lives.

No one jumped out to help that Wei Taiqiang share the heavier responsibility.

Wei Taiqiang thinks that it is right to want to live a good life, but that esports players should strive to do more, only then will they be valued by those real esports tycoons.

In fact, the reason why those people made that Wei Taiqiang feel that they were not ambitious was just because these e-sports players were too tired.

These people train hard all the time, and when esports officially starts, they have to concentrate on training.

Although Wei Taiqiang's subordinates were victorious, they still hadn't been relieved, but they didn't care about anything else at this time, he just wanted to sleep well.

Therefore, I corrected myself and went down like this - "in the spelling of the name engraved on the windowsill." A very monotonous work that is going to put me to sleep, like counting the numbers, or—"

"What do you mean by talking to me like that?" Wei Tai roared strongly, and he had a brutal attack. "How- how dare you be in my house? - Oh my! He must be mad to talk like this! He angrily tapped his forehead.

I don't know if it's better to raise the bar with him, or to continue to explain. But he seemed to be shaken so much, that I felt sorry for him, and went on to talk about my dreams, surely saying that I had never heard of them before." Linton" was the name that I pronounced too much to create an impression that became real when I could no longer restrain my imagination. Wei Taiqiang slowly leaned back into the bed as I spoke, and finally sat down and almost hid himself in the back. But, listening to his irregular breathing, I suspect that he is struggling to restrain his excessively strong emotions. I didn't want him to see that I had sensed that he was in a contradiction, so I continued to freshen up, making a loud noise, and looked at my watch, and complained to myself about the length of the night.

"It's not three o'clock yet! I would have sworn it was six o'clock, and time stood still here: we must have gone to bed at eight o'clock! ”

"In the winter I always go to bed at nine o'clock and always wake up at four," said my master, holding back a moan. Looking at the movement of the shadow of his arm, I guess he wiped a tear from his eye. "Mr. Lockwood," he added, "you may come to my house. You're getting in the way of going downstairs so early, your childish screaming has already driven my Sandman away. ”

"Me too." I replied. "I'm going to walk around the yard and I'll leave at dawn. You don't have to be afraid of me coming back to disturb you. My desire to make friends and have fun is now cured, whether in the country or in the city. A sober-minded person should find that it is enough to be in his own company. ”

"Pleasant companionship!" Wei Taiqiang muttered, "Take the candle, go wherever you like." I'll come to you.

However, don't go out into the yard, the dogs are not on a leash. In the halls—where Juno stood guard, and—no, you could only wander the stairs and hallways. But there you go! I'll be here in two minutes. “

I obeyed and left the bedroom. I didn't know where the cramped hut led, so I had to stand there, and I didn't know how to see my landlord doing a superstitious act, which was strange, and it seemed that he was only superficially scheming.

He got into bed, twisted the window, and as he opened it, uncontrollable tears welled up. "Come in! Come on in! He sobbed. Cao Wangrong, come on! Ah, come on—again! Yes! My beloved! Listen to me this time, Cao Wangrong, for the last time! "The ghost shows the capriciousness of the ghost, it just doesn't come! Only the wind and snow blew violently and rapidly, even to where I stood, and blew out the candles.

In the midst of this sudden outpouring of sorrow, there was such anguish that accompanied this mad remark, that my pity for him made me ignore the folly of his actions. I avoided it, secretly angry at hearing him, and irritable at the fact that I had told me about my absurd nightmare, for it was the dream that produced this sorrow. As for why it happened, I don't understand. I went downstairs cautiously, and when I reached the back kitchen, there was a sparkling flame that had been stirred together so that I lit a candle. There was no movement, only a striped gray cat crawling out of the ashes, and saluted me with a grumbling voice.

Two benches, arranged in a semicircle, almost enclosed the fire. I was lying on one stool, and the old she-cat jumped on another. We were both napping, and when someone came to make trouble, Joseph lowered a wooden ladder, which led through a trap door to the attic: I suppose this was his way up the attic. He glanced fiercely at the flame I had stirred up, threw the cat down from under its high seat, took his seat in the vacant seat, and began the action of filling the tobacco leaves into the three-inch pipe. My presence in his holy place was evidently seen by him as a reckless thing he was ashamed to mention. He silently put the pipe into his mouth, crossed his arms, and puffed out clouds. I let him enjoy his comfort and not disturb him. He took one last breath, exhaled deeply, stood up, and walked out again with the same solemnity as he had walked in.

Someone came in with brisk steps; Now I open my mouth to say good morning, sign. In the end, the children were tired of running to the gate to look. When it got dark, she told them to go to sleep, but they begged them to stay a little longer. At almost eleven o'clock, the latch was gently raised, and the master entered. He fell down on a chair, laughing and snorting, and told them all to stand away, for he was almost exhausted—and he would not go any more than to give him the British Isles.

Later, it's like running for your life! He said, opening his coat, which he was wrapped in and holding in his arms. "Look here, ma'am! I've never made such a mess of anything in my life, but you must accept it as a gift from God, even though he is so black that it looks like he came from the devil. ”

We gathered around, and I looked over Miss Cao Wangrong's head and caught a glimpse of a dirty, tattered black-haired child. It's quite big, and it's already time to be able to walk. Indeed, his face looked older than Catherine's. But when he was asked to stand on the ground, he would only look around and repeat something that no one could understand. I was scared, and Ling Fengshuang was going to throw him out of the door. She jumped to her feet, and asked him how he could have figured out how he could bring that wild child home, and that he had enough children to raise. What the hell is he going to do, is he crazy? The master tried to explain the matter, but he was really tired and half dead. I could only hear this in the sound of her scolding: he saw on the streets of Liverpool that the child was starving, homeless, and mute. And he took him with him, and inquired whose child it was. He said that no one knew whose child he was. He had limited money and time, so it was better to take him home right away than to waste his time there. Because he had decided that since he had found out, he could not leave it alone. Well, the end is that my housewife complained enough and quieted down. Mr. Cao Jiao told me to bathe him, change into clean clothes, and let him sleep with the children.

During the quarrel, Tu Tuqiao and Cao Wangrong first willingly watched and listened until order was restored, and the two began to search their father's pockets for the gifts he had promised them. Tu Tuqiao was a fourteen-year-old boy, but when he pulled out the violin, which had been a violin, but had been crushed to pieces, from his coat, he burst into tears. As for Cao Wangrong, when she heard that her master had lost her whip by caring for the stranger, she gave vent to the little fool by grinning at it, but she took such an effort to exchange a very loud slap from his father, which was a lesson for her to behave more in the future. They refused to share a bed with him at all, not even sleeping in their house. I wasn't more sober than they were, so I put him at the top of the stairs and hoped he would be gone tomorrow. I don't know if it was a coincidence, or if he heard the voice of his master, he crawled to Mr. Cao Jiao's door, and he found him as soon as he came out of the room. Of course he asked him how he got there, and I had to admit it.

Because of my cowardice and ruthlessness, I received retribution and was kicked out of the house by my master.

This is the beginning of Wei Taiqiang's arrival at this house. I came back a few days later and found that they had already named him "Wei Taiqiang". It was the name of one of their sons who had died young, and it was his name and his last name. Miss Cao Wangrong is very affectionate with him now, but Tu Tuqiao hates him. To tell the truth, I hated him too, so we tortured him and bullied him shamefully, for I did not yet realize my unkindness, and the mistress never said a word for him when she saw that he was wronged.

He seemed to be a melancholy, tolerant child, perhaps hardened by the abuse. He could endure Tu Tuqiao's fists without blinking an eye or shedding a single tear. I pinched him, and he just took a breath and opened his eyes wide, as if he had hurt himself by accident, and no one could blame him. When Cao Jiao found out that his son was mistreating his so-called poor orphan like this, this kind of submissiveness made Cao Jiao angry. The strange thing is that he likes Wei Taiqiang very much, believes everything he says (about talking, he actually rarely speaks, if he wants to speak, he always tells the truth), and loves him far more than Cao Wangrong, Cao Wangrong is too naughty and unruly, and is not good enough to be a darling.

So, in the beginning, he provoked a bad feeling in this house. Less than two years later, Ling Fengshuang died, and by this time the little master had learned to treat his father as an oppressor rather than as a friend, and Wei Taiqiang as a man who usurped his father's emotions and his privileges. When I took care of them and took on the responsibilities of a woman, I changed my mind. Wei Taiqiang was dangerously ill. When he was at his sickest, he always asked me to be by his pillow. I guess he thought I was doing him a favor, and he couldn't guess that I had to do it. In any case, I must say: he was the quietest child a nanny had ever cared for. He was different from other children, and I had to be a little less biased. Cao Wangrong and her brother grinded me to death, but he didn't complain like a lamb - though he didn't bother people out of tenacity, not generosity.

He survived, and the doctor must have said that it was thanks to me, and praised me for taking good care of him. I was proud of his appreciation. For this child who praised me because of him, I softened. In this way, Tu Tuqiao lost his last ally.

But I still can't love Wei Taiqiang, and I often wonder what my master could see in this gloomy child that he liked so much. As far as I can remember, the boy never repaid his favor with any gratitude. He wasn't rude to his benefactor, he was just careless. Although he knew perfectly well that he had possessed his heart, and knew very well that as soon as he spoke, the whole family would have to obey his wishes. To give you an example, I remember one time when Mr. Cao Jiao bought a pair of ponies at the parish market and gave them one of them. Wei Taiqiang picked the most beautiful one, but soon it was lame, and as soon as he found out, he said to Tu Tuqiao, "You must exchange horses with me." I don't like mine anymore. If you will not, I will tell your father that you have whipped me three times this week, and that you will show him my arm up to my shoulder. ”

Tu Tuqiao stuck out his tongue and slapped him again.

"You'd better change it at once," he insisted, and fled to the porch, "and you must change, for if I tell you to beat me, you'll be beaten with all your money." ”

"Fuck off, dog!" Tu Tuqiao yelled, scaring him with a weighing scale weighing potatoes and straw.

"Throw it away," he replied, standing still, "I'm going to tell him how you brag that you're going to send me out as soon as he dies, and see if he'll kick you out at once." ”

Tu Tuqiao really threw it and hit him in the chest, and he fell, but he immediately staggered to his feet, unable to breathe, and his face turned white. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have gone to his master, and if he had only explained his situation at the time, and said who had provoked him, he would have taken revenge completely.

"Gypsy, then take my horse," said Cao Jiao, "and I hope this horse will break your neck." Take it, damn it, you begging obstacle, and cheat my father out of everything. Just don't let him see what you are, little devil. Remember: I want it to kick out your brain! ”

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