The legend of rebirth

Chapter 492
"Actually, in my mind, an expert in the literary and art circles should be like this."

Ye Luo pushed aside the branches and vines in front of him, waved his hand that was stabbed by the bushes, and said nonchalantly: "They live in the deep mountains, devote themselves to cultivation, and don't care about worldly affairs.

Until one day, when their accumulation is enough and their realm is high enough, at this time, as long as someone discovers them and invites them out, they will be famous all over the world. "

"I can't tell, you are still such a literary person." Song Yan followed Ye Luo step by step, looking at the blood beads on Ye Luo's hands, her eyes felt distressed.

"The literary and art world is different from other industries. Talent is only one aspect." Ye Luo smiled, "What this industry needs most is personal practice and accumulation.

When people in the literary and art world turn out to be born and start to publish their works, it is actually a kind of consumption of their own accumulation.

Only masters with very deep foundations can withstand this kind of consumption and stand at the top of this industry for a long time.

This is the case with Lao Ding. When he came out of the mountain more than ten years ago, he couldn’t hold Universal. Although there is a disadvantage of one person against one company, in the final analysis, his personal practice is not enough.

You see how he will come out after ten years, what a genius in the world. "

"No matter how talented you are, isn't it still suppressed by you?" Song Yan smiled slightly, "Ye Luo, when did you complete your accumulation?"
"Hehe." Ye Luo shook his head, but didn't say anything.

"However, what if, like this singer, he keeps hiding his name in the forest, no matter how high his level is, what should he do if no one finds him?" Song Yan asked again.

"Actually, a master of this realm has no fame and fortune in his heart." Ye Luo said, "If you have fame and fortune in your heart, you will not be able to bear the loneliness, and you will not be able to complete a deep enough accumulation.

What they pursue should be a kind of self-satisfaction and self-satisfaction. Only such people can keep climbing in music or other literary and artistic forms without stopping.

You see, my master Niu Xueyi, including Lao Ding, are all such people. Although Lao Chen is also a genius, he has too much fame and fortune, so he is not as good as them in terms of musical attainments. "

"You are not allowed to say that about Uncle Chen." Song Yan protested.

"Haha." Ye Luo smiled, stepped onto a rock, then turned around and stretched out her hand, pulling Song Yan up.

"Then Ye Luo, what about you? You don't have fame and fortune in your heart?" Song Yan asked softly as she climbed up the rock.

"I'm just an ordinary person." Ye Luo smiled casually, "Fame and fortune are very good for me, and I can live without it.

I didn't have any ambitions before, I just wanted Mo'er to have a stable and prosperous life after she followed me.

But now, since I have reached this position, I should do some things that people in this position should do.

One cannot be without goals. "

At this time, the two had already climbed a mountain peak, and they were looking at the entire forest park from the top of the mountain. Ye Luo pointed to the distance and said with a smile: "Look, there is a higher mountain ahead, rest for a while, and we will start again."

"Yes." Song Yan nodded.

After turning over another mountain, it was almost noon. This kind of trek through the woods consumes a lot of energy. Even though Ye Luo and Song Yan like to exercise and the other likes to run in the morning, they have good physical strength, but they are still exhausted. Hungry.

"I only hope that this singer is worth your effort to hire." Song Yan said while panting.

"It's almost there." Ye Luo looked at the satellite coordinates on the electronic watch and said, "You should be able to see it when you turn over this dirt slope. I hope this guy has some food left at home, otherwise we will be hungry at noon today."

After passing this low slope, the eyes suddenly opened up. Under the slope, there is a quiet lake. This lake is not too big, and it can be seen at a glance. It can be called a pond.

On the opposite side of the pond, there is a small wooden house. The yard in front of the door is full of firewood, and the chimney on the roof is emitting smoke.

"Don't move." A warning came from beside him, Ye Luo followed the sound and was startled.

About ten meters to the left of the two of them, there was a man standing with a quiver on his back, pointing at Ye Luo and the other two with a bow.

"Who are you?" The man asked in a deep voice.

Ye Luo hurriedly raised his hands obediently: "Hey buddy, relax, we don't mean any harm."

"This is a private territory, I want to play elsewhere." The man put away his bow and arrows with a stern expression on his face.

"We're lost." Ye Luo said quickly, "Tired and hungry, this beautiful young lady can't even walk. Dude, can you please let us have something to eat."

While talking, Ye Luo lightly kicked Song Yan beside her.

Song Yan snorted and fell into Ye Luo's arms.

Ye Luo quickly hugged the girl, frowning, her acting skills were too exaggerated.

Unmoved, the man calmly shook his head.

Ye Luo was convinced, the beauty trick was useless, he lowered his head and whispered to Song Yan in Chinese: "Is this kid crooked?"

"Then go and seduce him." Song Yan fell into Ye Luo's arms and blinked.

"You have a satellite positioning electronic watch in your hand, so you can't get lost." I only heard the man say, "Tell me, who are you?"

That's it, Ye Luo heaved a sigh of relief, and with a push of his hand, he helped Song Yan up, and said, "I am the new owner of Beacon Records, my name is Ye Luo, and Juan Leonard recommended you to me." , so I just wanted to pay you a visit, Mr. Chavez.

This is the new president of Beacon Records, Ms. Song Yan. "

"Juan, old ghost, finally sold the record company?" Chavez was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Then I won't owe him anything anymore."
While Chavez was talking, Ye Luo had been observing him.

This is a man in his 30s. Judging from his facial contours, he should be of Latin descent, with dark brown curly hair, three-dimensional facial features, and deep lake green eyes.

This is a beautiful man with a really good appearance, Ye Luo couldn't help but nodded secretly, this kind of appearance, coupled with his good singing skills, it's unreasonable not to be popular.

But his temperament is really weird. Not to mention living in the deep mountains and old forests, he still points bows and arrows at others at every turn.

"Mr. Chavez, we are very tired." Song Yan said at this time, "Can you let us go to the wooden house to rest?"

Chavez hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly: "Come with me."

Following Chavez, walking around the small lake, Ye Luo found that the edge of the pond had obviously been repaired, and there were neatly stacked stones. If it wasn't for the two streams passing by, Ye Luo would almost think it was an artificial lake.

The moss on the stone is not thick, and it seems that it should have been put on it in the past two years.Stepping on these neat stones is much more comfortable than walking on a muddy road.

After walking for five or six minutes, the cabin almost arrived. At this time, Chavez stopped, stood on the spot, facing the lake, lowered his head, drew a cross, and murmured a few words, too soft to hear clearly what are you talking about.

It was only then that Ye Luo realized that in front of Chavez was a grave with a tombstone on it.

This tomb is not big, but it is very delicate. It was built with stones similar to the stones by the lake. It should not be very old, and it is quite new.

Ye Luo glanced at the inscription, which read "Beloved wife Alice Rena, 1987-2013.

Molo Chavez, established in late autumn 2013. "

Oh, it's been almost three years since his death, Ye Luo nodded, this Chavez seems to be someone with a story.

Ye Luo glanced at Chavez's expression. It could be seen that he was still immersed in the pain of losing his wife, but this kind of immersion in front of outsiders like himself did not last long. Soon, he raised his head and continued to walk. go forward.

After walking for more than a minute, we arrived at the wooden house. In addition to the high piles of firewood, there were also several vegetable fields in the yard with some vegetables planted on them.

Pushing open the wooden door, there is a burst of aroma inside. On the fireplace next to the wall of the room, a pile of charcoal fire is burning vigorously. On the charcoal fire is hung a scorched iron pot on an iron frame. The spout is steaming, and the fragrance comes from It came out from here.

This is the aroma of tea. Westerners drink tea, and some like to boil it, and even add salt and milk. This one seems to be one of them.

Chavez didn't seem to have many guests here, and there was only one cup, made of wood. He took off the teapot with tongs, wrapped the handle of the teapot with thick linen cloth, poured a full cup for Ye Luo and Song Yan, and handed it to Leaves fall.

Looking at his unnatural expression, it seems that this is the greatest kindness he can show.

Ye Luo smiled, took the wooden cup, blew on the hot air, took a sip, and suddenly a hundred thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart.

It smells pretty good, but it tastes terrible to drink. The tea is not very good, but there is even salt in it.

Song Yan walked on the mountain road for a long time, the water in the kettle had been drunk long ago, and she was also thirsty. She was staring at the wooden cup in Ye Luo's hand, but when she saw Ye Luo's expression drinking tea, she looked at Ye Luo wisely. looked elsewhere.

"Good tea." Ye Luo nonsense seriously.

"Then you take a drink with you." Chavez pointed to the fishing rod hanging on the wall, "I don't have any extra food here, and I ran into you just now when I was going hunting.

If you are hungry, go fishing in the lake outside. If you catch it, I will bake it for you, and catch two for me by the way. "

"Okay." Ye Luo didn't say anything unnecessary, picked up the fishing rod on the wall, pulled Song Yan and walked out the door.

For children who grew up by the sea, fishing is not a problem.

Just as Ye Luo and Song Yan went out, there was a soft "bang", and the wooden door was closed by Chavez from the inside.

"Why is this person like this!" Song Yan kept suppressing her anger just now, but she couldn't hold back when she got outside the door, "We came to invite him, but he didn't even entertain him for lunch, but instead asked us to fish for him Eat. Ye Luo, let's go."

"What are you going for?" Ye Luo handed the wooden cup in his hand to Song Yan, bent down and picked up a small shovel in the corner outside the house, and began to dig the soil beside the wooden house, and said while digging, "Anyway, we are idle when we are idle. Come on, isn’t fishing fun, it’s about self-cultivation.”

"What are you doing?" Song Yan walked to Ye Luo's side and squatted down.

"Digging for earthworms, otherwise what are you fishing for?" Ye Luo rolled his eyes.

"You're really fishing!"

"That's right, or you're going to be hungry?" Ye Luo glanced at Song Yan.

"Huh? Someone is here." Song Yan suddenly raised her head and said.

Ye Luo heard footsteps behind her, stood up and turned her head to look.

Oh, acquaintance.

Han Pass.

(End of this chapter)