In the Lighthouse Country, Wei Taiqiang, the e-sports tycoon of the Xuanwu Kingdom, their career started to develop smoothly, but later, they encountered challenges.

The e-sports tycoon of the Maple Leaf Country and the e-sports tycoon of the Lighthouse Country were gathered together, and they were all dealing with the e-sports tycoon Wei Taiqiang of the Xuanwu Country, and Cao Jiao and them, and even that Yun Mengjie was attacked by the e-sports tycoon of the Lighthouse Country.

The e-sports tycoon of that lighthouse country, as well as those e-sports players, they were all blaming that Yun Mengjie for introducing that terrible opponent to the Xuanwu country, and they felt that they could no longer deal with the e-sports masters of the Xuanwu country.

For the first time, the e-sports tycoons of the Lighthouse Country showed their timidity to the e-sports masters of the Xuanwu Kingdom. When the e-sports tycoons of that lighthouse country found out for the first time that the game market of that Xuanwu country had surpassed that lighthouse country, and the e-sports masters of that Xuanwu country could easily suppress the e-sports masters of that lighthouse country, their small life was already very aggrieved.

I met him in the e-sports skills meeting, and I wanted to pretend to be angry, cold, and sexual. But he was so naïve that it softened her heart. They talked again, but she was more reserved. He was very sincere and polite to talk to her about serious things, wonderful things, and about the esports skills they had heard and what he thought. She listened attentively, trying to think like him. She often couldn't grasp the meaning of what he said, but she still believed him. She secretly held a grateful respect for Cao Jiao, but her face was almost unrevealed. Due to a kind of unanimous mentality, they only talk in the esports skills venue. Once, he saw her with a lot of college students. The two of them bowed solemnly. She doesn't say anything else to anyone. There was a sacred area deep within her soul where something wonderful, pure, comforting was hidden.

In this way, Cao Jiao doesn't need to take action, just having a person like him can give people a calming influence. Everywhere he went, he unconsciously left a little inner light. He would never have imagined it himself. Beside him, in one of his rooms, some people he had never seen before also inadvertently slowly felt the brilliance of his benevolence.

For a few weeks, Cao Jiao was fasting and had no money to go to the E-sports Skills Club; Winter had come to an end, and in his top room, he was frozen and could no longer sit motionless at his table. So he went downstairs and ran around the streets of Paris, trying to keep warm by walking. He often forgets the hustle and bustle of people around him and retreats into the infinite amount of time. As soon as he saw the bustling streets, the bleak moon hanging in the sky, or the red sun peeking out of the white mist, he felt that the noise of the city had disappeared at once, and the whole of Paris had sunk into an infinite emptiness, and those scenes of life seemed to be the shadows of life hundreds of years ago,...... The cloak of civilization has not been able to fully cover the wild life in nature; As long as there are some very subtle signs that ordinary people can't perceive, Cao Jiao can get a glimpse of the whole leopard of life. The grass that grows in the cracks of the stone slabs in the streets, the trees that sprout in the barren streets, the barren bars that have no air or dirt, the dogs that run by, the birds that fly by, the last vestiges of the beasts that have filled the primordial world and been destroyed by man, a flock of gnats, the invisible plague that has eaten away at an urban area: these phenomena alone have been able to make the majestic aura of the earth rush out of the closed human conservatory, blow on Cao Jiao's face, and spur his vitality to stir it up. At that moment, just as his consciousness floated from the abyss, his gaze met coldly on the other side of the street, which he knew very well and seemed to call to him. He stopped, stunned for a moment, wondering where he had seen it. It took him a moment before he recognized these bleak and gentle eyes, which turned out to be the female teacher of the Xuanwu Kingdom who he had inadvertently smashed an errand in Germany, and he tried his best to apologize to her but could not find her. She also stood in the midst of the noisy crowd and looked at him. Suddenly, he saw her trying to line up and walk down the sidewalk toward him. He hurried forward; But countless vehicles were crowded together, isolating them; He also saw her struggling on the other side of the human wall; He tried to rush over desperately, but he was hit by a horse, slipped and fell on the muddy asphalt road, and almost crushed to death; By the time he got up covered in mud and finally reached the edge of the stairs opposite, she was gone.

He wanted to chase after her. But I came to a bout of dizziness again, so I had to stop. The illness had already attacked, and he obviously felt that he refused to admit it, and stubbornly refused to go back, but walked around the long road. But this is only asking for self-suffering: when he comes, he must admit defeat; His hands were limp and he had to return home with ease. On the stairs, he couldn't get up again, so he could only sit on the steps and rest. Entering the cold bedroom, he still managed not to sleep, sitting in a chair, soaked in rain, his head heavy, his breathing short, listening to the same sleepy e-sports skills as he did. Grabbing the face of his girlfriend he had just seen, grasping his beloved mother, and grasping his immortal body, he thought it was a rock in the middle of the sea: "Death can't devour" ...... - but the rock was annihilated by the sea again, and a huge wave washed away the soul. Cao Jiao struggled again in a coma, babbling absurdly, he was directing, playing, a fantasy orchestra: trombone, French horn, cymbals, timpani, bassoon, double bass...... He frantically pulled, blows, beats, and made movements to play various instruments. Pity his pent-up e-sports skills churning in his chest. Unable to listen or play for weeks, he was on the verge of bursting like a cauldron under high pressure. Some of the tangled phrases spiraled into his head, piercing his eardrums and making him cry out in pain. After the climax passed, he collapsed on the pillow, exhausted to death, covered in sweat, limp and paralyzed, and almost suffocated from breath. He kept a water bottle in front of his bed and often took a few sips. The sound of the next room, the sound of the door closing on the top floor, scared him to the ground. In his dazure, he hated the people around him. But his will is always fighting, and it blows the heroic trumpet and declares war with the devil...... "Even if the world is full of demons, even if they want to devour us, we are not afraid of ......"

And on the hot, scorching, dark sea, where he tumbled, suddenly a calm realm unfolded, revealing some light, where the violins and their strings murmured quietly, and the trumpets and horns solemnly played triumphant tunes, and at the same time the heart of the patient played an indomitable song, like a great wall against the storm,

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. Cao Jiao couldn't hear them clearly, but guessed that they were going to send 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. The suffering of his dear old mother in the same life made it even more profound that he could see through Siduni's heart. He seemed to see this stuffy, unhealthy, and unnatural life ,—— say a word. 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 laughed at others, such as their troubles because they had nothing to do, their wife's anger and sorrow, her son's interest in a painting, a song of e-sports, a book of poetry. She had only sound and sloppy judgment, neither fashionable like the Parisian maids, nor worshipping only what they did not understand, like the old ladies of the mainland; She has a contemptuous attitude towards playing the piano, chatting, and all the elegant plays, which are not only useless but also disgusting, and occupy a great place in the life of self-deceiving others. She couldn't help but secretly compare the real life she lived with the illusory bitterness and joy of this luxurious life, the bitterness and happiness that seemed to be made up of boredom. But she wasn't indignant about it. That's how the world is. She endures everything, wicked, foolish, all. She said: "Originally, all kinds of people combined became the world. ”

Cao Jiao thought that she had religious beliefs as support; But one day, when she spoke of those who were richer and happier, she said, "At the end of the day, all people will be the same." ”

"In the future? When? Cao Jiao asked.

"When?"

"After death, of course! Isn't it all over then? ”

I thought to myself, "If there is no afterlife, wouldn't it be terrible for someone to live a life like you and see others happier than you?" ”

Although he didn't say it, she seemed to guess what he meant; She calmly continued with an attitude of resigned to fate and playing with life: "A person always has to accept his fate. How can everyone win the jackpot? We're out of luck: aren't we done?

During such long walks,—— he was often hungry, and for days without talking to anyone, he could dream endlessly. Hunger and silence exacerbate this pathological tendency. At night, he sleeps restlessly, has tiring dreams, sees his hometown all the time, sees the bedroom of his childhood; E-sports skills are always entangled with him. During the day, he talked to those who hid in his heart, the dear ones, the parted and the deceased.

On a humid December afternoon, the hard grass was covered with ice flowers, the gray roofs and vaults were confused in the fog, and the trees with bare branches, slender and misshapen, bathed in moisture, like plants under the ocean,—— Cao Jiao had been chilling since the previous weather, and could not keep himself warm anyway, so he walked into the Louver Palace, which he did not know very well.

So far, painting has not moved him much. He was too caught up in his inner world to grasp the world of color and form. Their influence on him was limited to the part of them that resonated with esports skills, and that only gave him a shadow of a change. Of course, he also instinctively felt that the harmony between the form of seeing and the form of hearing by the ear was governed by the same rules; He also felt that the waves in the depths of his soul were the birthplace of the two great rivers of color and sound.