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It turned out that although that Zhang Ming was a super smart person, under the indiscriminate command of that Zhang Ming's wife, the money that Zhang Ming earned was not enough to spend.

That Zhang Ming is very envious of those practitioners in the e-sports industry, because their lives are very free, but that Zhang Ming's wife constantly pays IQ taxes to the people outside.

In the end, that Zhang Ming couldn't eat, and he couldn't drink happily, his life was very difficult, and everything he experienced was repaired and improvised.

That Zhang Ming knew that the people who were with him had made a fortune, but he was living so poorly, his life was a joke.

Fortunately, that Zhang Ming also has a friend of Xuanwu Kingdom, e-sports tycoon Wei Taiqiang is helping him.

Although Zhang Ming and the e-sports tycoon Wei Taiqiang of the Xuanwu Kingdom have become friends again, he knows that his life is still incomparable with that Wei Taiqiang's day.

Wei Taiqiang's wife is that Yu Yali, she is not only a movie star, but also an investor, such a woman has her hands and eyes. Yu Yali can give that Wei Taiqiang a lot of help in the e-sports industry, so that Wei Taiqiang is getting richer and richer.

However, Zhang Ming's own wife was blind, and such a woman kept causing trouble for herself.

That Zhang Ming was almost depressed to death, in fact, people like Zhang Ming were very pitiful, he didn't play, he didn't eat.

Instead, he has to fight for his survival every day.

That Wei Taiqiang's money for a meal is enough for that Zhang Ming to be busy for a year or half a year, and that Zhang Ming often thinks, why is there such a big gap between people?

Is it because he didn't engage in the e-sports industry like that Wei Taiqiang back then?

It's just that although this e-sports industry is still profitable, that Zhang Ming has no way to taste the fattest piece.

That Zhang Ming was always crying for the milk that had been spilled.

In fact, that Wei Taiqiang has his own advantages, and that Zhang Ming also has his own life.

Many times, that Wei Taiqiang will envy that Zhang Ming is so proper and comfortable living his own little life.

That He Boge said to Wei Taiqiang: "Actually, everyone is the same, and no one is qualified to look down on anyone. ”

That He Boge still had a glimmer of hope for Zhang Ming, and he felt that if that Zhang Ming could break through the obstacles of life, he would help Zhang Ming open an e-sports barbecue restaurant. If it is done well, the e-sports barbecue restaurant will also be opened into a chain, and then that Zhang Ming will have money.

Although, that Zhang Ming's current life is full of money, in fact, this Zhang Ming is just because he didn't make money, once that Zhang Ming has money, then Zhang Ming's tone and life will be different.

That Zhang Ming will still enjoy life, and he doesn't want to live in that state of mending and cringing for the rest of his life.

I don't know if it's because of the broken toothbrush cup - because of that ominous feeling - the new dirt.

It looks like a tomb: a king-size, a giant's tomb. Around it, two streams of people converged into one, and at the center of the crowd was a suffocating hearth. Now, a school police officer appeared at each corner of the ceremonial forbidden area where the velvet rope stopped, crouched down and crawled under the rope railing. And Cao Wangrong, the photographer, danced tirelessly, holding the giant Canon camera up in front of her face. This little urge, Lisai said in her heart, found herself jealous of this guy. He was so at ease, flying around in the heat like a little fly; He was only twenty-five, which was the age of his energy. Dashmei glanced at him, the impatience on his face becoming more and more apparent. Cao Wangrong pretended not to see it, and was bent on finding the best angle for his photography. Now Scott is his model - one foot on a silver shovel, hair on the back of his head fluttering in the breeze. In the end, Xiao Xuan simply lowered the camera and retreated to the edge of the crowd. It was when Lisa first noticed the madman when she watched Cao Wangrong move back and forth. His eyes were alert and in a strange contrast to his otherwise childish face, which was unsettling. “

Stacks of magazines stacked on the wall. She was busy in front of the long line of magazines, barely talking, except for occasional strokes in a small notebook at hand.

Yu Yali didn't ask her, "What are you looking for?" Or, "What do you remember?" "Wei Taiqiang has said more than once that Yu Yali has a quality that is rare in humans: if you don't care, she doesn't care. As long as you're not blasting or throwing something at someone, she doesn't care what you're doing. And for Cao Wangrong, it is not strange to have an explosion. She is the kind of woman who wants to get to the bottom of everything, the kind of person who can't hold back her words.

Cao Wangrong is like a weasel crowded in a sewer, "This is Wei Taiqiang's original words." Wei Taiqiang said it one afternoon after they went to visit Cao Wangrong and his wife, but Yu Yali made him swear not to say it again. One flies north, one flies south, and one can't keep its mouth open forever. "It's a limerick that their father loved when they were young. And among the girls in Dandy Dave Cha Yueran's family, the one who can't keep her mouth shut is naturally Manda, who was dumped by her husband first and then by her own daughter.

Although Cao [] Wang Rong was sometimes too unlikable, Yu Yali still didn't want to leave her alone in Ramford; If you want to say the reason, it may be that she is not at ease. Besides, Yu Yali must have thought the same way for Dara and Cantata - though they never said it explicitly. So she discussed with Wei Taiqiang and found the hut in "Cape Cod".

Now, Wei Taiqiang is no longer alive, and Yu Yali finally musters up to clean up his studio. By noon on the fourth day, the outer edition of the book had been packed; Letters are numbered in a certain order; She also knows what furniture to keep and what to dispose of. But why does she still think she's done so little? From the very beginning, she knew that this matter was urgent. Although she had received so many letters and phone calls (and some came to her door) since Wei Taiqiang's death, she decided to take her time. Someday, she thought, those who were interested in Wei Taiqiang's legacy would get what they wanted, but only when she was ready to give them to them. At first those people didn't understand this, they couldn't bear it. Most people, she thought, are patient.

There are many theories about what Wei Taiqiang left behind. The only thing she fully understood was the notebook, but there was one more thing

Now, her main feeling is discouragement, and after Cao Wangrong appeared, this feeling was even stronger. She found that she had previously either underestimated the enormity of the job or overestimated her abilities (by a lot). She looked at the stall in front of her: the furniture she wanted to leave behind had been received in the warehouse below, the carpet had been rolled up and bundled, and the yellow Ryder van had parked in the driveway of the yard, casting its shadow over the fence between her and the yard next door to the Galloway.

Oh, don't forget, there's also the heart of this place, the sad three computers (there used to be four, and now the one in the memory corner has been moved, and Yu Yali moved it herself). Each one is newer and lighter than the last, but even the latest one is a big one, and all three computers are good. Of course, they were passwordd, and she didn't know what the password was. She never asked, and she didn't know what kind of files were sleeping on her computer's hard drive. Food Purchasing List? Poetry? Yellow mail? She was sure he was online, but she didn't know which sites he visited. She guessed he hadn't been visiting any paysite for long, or she would have seen the bill (at least a little clue from the monthly bill), unless, of course, the amount was very small. If Wei Taiqiang wanted to hide 1,000 yuan from her every month, he could do it. As for passwords? Ironically, he probably told her. She couldn't always remember that kind of stuff, and that's it. She reminded herself that she could try her own name. Maybe after a while, when Cao Wangrong goes home, it won't be the last one in short.

Yu Yali sat down and blew the hair that fell to her forehead with her mouth. "At this rate, I won't be able to start working on the manuscript until July," she thought. "If those antiquators saw my slow appearance, they would be in a hurry. Especially the last one. “

Speaking of the last man, it was five months ago. He tried his best not to be impatient and spoke politely, making Yu Yali feel that he might be different from others. Yu Yali told him that Wei Taiqiang's writing room had been empty for a year and a half, but she estimated that she would soon be able to clean up.

Pitt University is Wei Taiqiang's alma mater, and Wei Taiqiang has four graduate students doing Wei Taiqiang's research this year. His urgency seemed understandable, and Yu Yali couldn't get rid of him with vague statements like "as soon as possible" and "it should be okay this summer". She finally had to promise that she would call him when "everything was ready", and Woodboyy would give up.

"But—"

She nodded solemnly at him. "The same old way."

"I don't understand what you mean." When I opened my eyes, I felt that I must have subconsciously had this dream because of my work during the day. The dream was short, but very clear, and she dreamed that Wei Taiqiang was dead, and she began to clean his studio - there seemed to be endless work. As soon as she opened her eyes, she immediately realized that Wei Taiqiang was indeed dead; She had sent Manda home, and was now sleeping in her own bed, just dreaming.

She seemed to be drifting in the moonlight. She could smell the strange scent of flowers. A gentle summer breeze blew through her temples and brushed her hair back, the kind that appears far from home, after midnight. However, this is at home, definitely at home, because in front of her is the barn where Wei Taiqiang's studio is located, which contains so many things that antique writers want. And now, thanks to Cao Wangrong, she knows that there are so many more pictures of her and her husband there. So many buried treasures, fragments of feelings.

Maybe it's better not to look at those pictures, the wind whispered in her ear.

Oh, she had no doubt about it. But she will still watch. Now that she knew they were, she couldn't help but look at them.

She floated comfortably on a large piece of moon-sprinkled fabric, stamped with the words "Pi's fine flour" and knotted at the corners like a handkerchief bag. She was fascinated by this strange cloth and felt like she was floating in the clouds.

Wei Taiqiang. She wanted to call out his name, but she couldn't. Not in dreams. She found that the road leading to the barn was gone, as was the yard between the barn and the house. Where they used to be was now a large patch of purple flowers, sleeping in the ghostly moonlight. No, sometimes there are bumps, but she even likes it. It feels like when she was a kid and went to the market in Taopu Mountain with her sisters and sat on the "crazy cup" or "jungle rat" in the playground. Wei Taiqiang is also not afraid of turbulence. She remembers a time when they encountered strong winds and thunderstorms before landing in Denver, and their little plane was blown like leaves in a storm—and she saw him bounce up and down in his seat like a spring, and his face was smiling, like a little boy jumping and frolicking before entering the bathtub. No, what scared Wei Taiqiang was that sometimes on a flight in the middle of the night, the plane calmly taxied at a low altitude. He was still chatting loudly, even laughing about supernatural phenomena — images on a broken television screen, or something he could see when he bent a pane of glass at a certain angle. Listening to him talk about this made her creepy because she kind of understood what he was saying, even though she didn't want to.

So, what annoys her should not be the low air pressure, nor the fear of flying. But in the bathroom, when she reached out and turned on the light above the sink, something happened that had never happened in the eight years they had moved to Sugar Top Hill - 3,000 days and nights except for the time outside of her home - the back of her hand touched the glass where the toothbrush was kept, and the glass fell on the floor tile and shattered.

"Oh hell,!" She shouted, and then suddenly found her gaffe, shocked and annoyed. Because she doesn't believe in bad signs,

Wei Taiqiang, who was walking back to the bedroom with two cups of coffee and a plate of butter toast, was startled. "What's the fight? Baby? “

"Not even a fart!" Yu Yali shouted rudely, stunned. This is the mantra of Zha Yueran's grandmother, Cao Wangrong is undoubtedly superstitious, and Yu Yali is only four years old. How could Yu Yali still remember her? But Yu Yali seemed to remember it, because when she stood in the bathroom and looked down at the fragments of the toothbrush cup, the incantation came to her mind in the smoky voice...... And now, as she stood here, watching her husband, dressed in a light summer dress, strike a beautiful pose, the words came up again-

A broken cup in the morning, a broken heart in the evening.

This is Cao Wangrong's original words, that's right, engraved in Yu Yali's heart, when she was still a little girl, she always stood in front of Cao Wangrong's feet, until one day Cao Wangrong fell in the chicken farm, gurgling in her throat, wearing an apron full of "Blue Bird" brand feed on her chest, and a bag of nuts fell to the ground.