E-sports investor Xue Zhiling, she and her son Mu Shizhen play e-sports together, while checking and there are no good e-sports investment projects.

In fact, that e-sports investment is just a matter of looking at people.

That He Niurong saw that Luo Xian, so this person was willing to invest that large amount of money.

Mu Shizhen was very envious of that He Niurong who invested a lot of money in that Luo Xian.

Mu Shizhen said to Xue Zhiling: "That He Niurong is really atmospheric, if that He Niurong really invested in such a project for me, then I would have succeeded a long time ago." ”

Xue Chiling said: "You have that Wei Taiqiang behind you now, isn't he very good to you?" ”

Mu Shizhen said: "What's the use of the big guy being good to us, the most important thing for us now is to play e-sports well, and the second is to find the right goal, after all, we want to develop for a long time, and we still have to endure loneliness." ”

That Mu Shizhen doesn't look like a person who does big things, but he controls his emotions, and his e-sports club has the support of that Wei Taiqiang, and his e-sports club has developed rapidly.

However, that Xue Zhiling obtained information from that son on the one hand, and on the other hand, she tried to find out the news for that Luo Xian.

At this time, Luo Xian, who got the news from Xue Zhiling, has now recovered.

Luo Xian, he began to understand that Xue Zhiling's intention to quarrel with him everywhere and then reconcile with Mu Shizhen.

So he thought he should wake him up and knocked on the door. Cao Jiao didn't wake up, and he had to knock a few more times. The old man was sad and thought, "Ah! What a sweet sleep he slept! You can sleep until noon! ……”

Finally, Cao Jiao's voice was very happy and agreed inside. As soon as he knew the hour, he couldn't help screaming, and then he got busy in the house, and he was busy washing up, singing out of breath songs, greeting him affectionately across the wall and Tutu Bridge, and saying stupid things to amuse the sad old man. Then he opened the door and walked out, in good spirits and happy, not thinking that he was upsetting others. In fact, he had nothing to do to rush back, and staying a few more days would have no loss for him, but it would be a great pleasure for Tutuqiao. But Cao Jiao couldn't think of this. And no matter how much he had a good impression of the old man, he also wanted to say goodbye: he was tired of the long talk of yesterday, and the characters who clung to him with the last bit of enthusiasm. What's more, he is still young, thinking that the coming days will be long, and everyone will have the opportunity to reunite: he is not at the end of the world now,—— he is not better than the old man, and he knows that he will soon go to a place farther than the end of the world, so he looks at Cao Jiao's gaze with a great sense of eternal knowledge from now on.

Although he was exhausted, he still sent Cao Jiao to the station. It was quietly drizzling outside. When he arrived at the station, Cao Jiao opened his money bag and found that the money was no longer enough to buy a ticket to his hometown. He knew that Tu Tuqiao would be very happy to lend it to him, but he didn't want to...... Why? Why not give someone who loves you a chance to do you a favor and be happy? Probably because of the reluctance to disturb people, or for the sake of self-esteem. He bought his ticket to the intermediate station and decided to walk home from there.

It's time to drive. They hugged on the steps of the carriage. Tu Tuqiao stuffed the poems he had written at night into Cao Jiao's hand and stood on the platform facing his carriage. In the case that they have said goodbye and have not broken up, the two have nothing to say. But Tu Tuqiao's eyes continued to talk there until the car started and did not leave Cao Jiao's face.

The train disappeared at the bend in the track. Tutuqiao walked home alone on the muddy road, dragging heavy steps, and suddenly felt tired and cold, and the scenery on a rainy day was particularly bleak. It was easy for him to get to the house and climb the stairs. As soon as he entered the bedroom, a wild cough stopped his breath. Salome came right away. He hummed involuntarily and said repeatedly, "It's okay! …… I was able to make it to this point......"

He felt very uncomfortable and fell asleep. Salome called the doctor. When he got to bed, his body looked like a pile of rags. , like the bellows of a stove. With a heavy head and a high fever, he kept his dreams of yesterday alive all day long, not even letting go of a minute or a second

Cao Jiao looked at his hometown. After that day, his mind was settled, and the old man's warmth regained his self-confidence. When he arrived at the middle station, he happily came down and hurried away. Sixty kilometers away from home, he was not in a hurry, walking like a schoolboy wandering. It was April, and everything was not growing in the fields yet. The leaves spread out on the dark branches like little wrinkled hands; A few sparse fruit trees are blooming, and delicate wild roses are smiling on the fence. The bare woods smoke tender green shoots; On the high hill behind the forest, like the tip of a spear, stands a romanesque castle. There were a few dark clouds in the light blue sky, and the shadows moved slowly in the fields of early spring: after the showers, the sun came out again, and the birds were singing.

Cao Jiao found that he missed Uncle Gautofret, and had thought about it for a moment; He hadn't thought of this poor man for a long time, why did he suddenly forget it? As he walked along the watery river, on the aspen-lined road, his uncle's face was so inseparable that he seemed to be about to bump into him at the corner of a wall.

It was overcast, and a violent torrential rain began to fall with hail, and thunder in the distance. Cao Jiao had just approached a village and saw some pink facades and crimson roofs, surrounded by a few trees. He tightened his feet and ran to the eaves of the first family at the entrance of the village to hide from the rain. The hail fell so hard that it struck the tiles and fell to the ground like lead pellets, and the water in the ruts flowed in all directions. On the top of the orchard full of flowers, a rainbow spreads a bright ribbon in the dark blue clouds.

A young girl stood in the doorway and knitted yarn. She politely invited Cao Jiao inside, and he followed him into a room, which was also a place for cooking, eating, and sleeping. At the end of the day there was a very strong fire with a pot hanging from it. There was a woman peeling vegetables there, greeted Cao Jiao, and accosted Cao Jiao. After a while, he realized that she was blind. She was not at all pretty, she was very tall, and her face was red, and like them, she seemed to have seen it when she talked about people and things. Cao Jiao first heard her say that the scenery in the field was very beautiful today, and he looked very good, so he couldn't help but be stunned, suspecting that she was joking. She listened to Cao Jiao talk about the situation on the road and in the fields, and she had to interject a few words and discuss. Of course, these arguments are often the exact opposite of the facts. But she seemed to insist on believing that she saw as clearly as he did.